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Can we free Hope and Lyall from the bad parent allegations, they don’t deserve the slander 😔😔

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Hi friends my laptop is malfunctioning mega. It finally passed away, it was only a matter of time, it was getting very old :( so I can’t upload a new chapter until I get a new one sorry!!

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Gunter Sachs photographed by Werner Bokelberg together with models in space age attire, circa 1970.

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What to Say Chapter 6

Her mind was a constant whirl of thoughts she couldn’t stop. She knew why she was feeling this way but she couldn’t bring herself to accept it. She had cried when the realisation hit her fully. Mourning the loss of a part of her, a part that made her normal. Because the truth is she didn’t want it, but she was not stupid enough to think there was anything to be done about it. 

It. She called her problem, “it”. As if it were some sort of unhuman cyborg alien, that’s how it made her feel anyway. She heard about the kinds of things that happened to muggles who admitted to this elusive it, and Marlene rather not have her brains electroshocked into mush. She didn’t know what they did in the magical world, probably some horrible spell, she didn’t take the time to find out.

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marauders era girl hangout sesh (click for better quality)

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺ Moony ⋆⁺₊⋆ ₊⋆ ⋆ ₊

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What to Say chapter 5

Shame burns deep down in her stomach and jealousy in her veins. The rage has filled a never-satisfied hole in her heart like she’s been starving her whole life and didn't realize until now. She is hungry for what she has never known.

Marlene would have lived a perfectly content life until she came around. Lived her life half awake if she hadn't woken her. Maybe that would have been better, a life of blissful ignorance. But, Marlene had never been fond of ignorance.

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What To Say: Chapter 4

“Don’t waste yourself. It hurts too much.” Marlene said, her voice close to a whisper. 

Marlene didn’t know why she was still talking, she had gone off on a rant that Dorcas didn’t ask to hear, Marlene looked at the grass, so insatiably green even in the cold weather. 

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” 

Please, please listen.

Dorcas pursed her lips, suddenly looking morose. It was a face very unfamiliar to Marlene, like she had no idea who she was talking to as if she had just seen Marlene for the first time. 

Without another word, Dorcas skirted around Marlene taking off back towards the castle. The fire in Marlene’s veins still burned bright, she sat down in the grass, tossing her broom lamely to the side. She stared up at the setting sun, watching the oranges and pinks melt into blues and blacks. 

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Messy happy Gryffindors enjoying a quidditch match…

This whole thing came about just because I wanted to paint Remus absolutely cheesing to show his lil crooked teeth ☹️

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What To Say: Chapter 3

Dorcas takes a deep breath, and on the exhale, she begins to play. Marlene is now realizing how long Dorcas’ fingers are, they are bony and knobby, but they glide elegantly across the keys, she admires the bone protruding on each of her slender wrists, as they bend limply ever so slightly, as her fingers dance across the keys. 

When Dorcas reaches the higher notes, her arm comes in contact with Marlene’s waist, Marlene sucks in a breath and holds it every time this happens, and doesn’t release it until Dorcas has moved her hands down the piano again; not wanting to jostle her arms and distrust the piece.

As the piece closes, Marlene turns her attention to Dorcas’ face, her eyes dart from side to side following the movement of her hands, and her brows are knit together, slightly, illustrating that she is focused yet at ease at the instrument. Marlene finds herself staring at the curve of Dorcas’ nose, following her profile from the eyebrow down her nose and stopping at the protrusion of her lips. 

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The ao3 author curse got to me, I fear. Mere days after I posted my fanfic I got sick and was on my deathbed for two days, but I posted chapter 3 just now.

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Dorlene Fanfic

The lack of Dorlene fanfics has always been criminal to me. As a queer woman I feel that exploring the stories of growing up as a girl along with the lack of representation of wlw in media is overdue in a fandom so dominated by male driven works.

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“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and it had been several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

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this is my favorite tik tok account

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remus lupin head cannons:

Chronic RSF (resting sad face) is default face is very somber, people always ask him whats wrong and he has to say “I’m fine that’s just my face”

Grew up on a farm in Whales, lots of sheep and chickens, he knows how to make clothing from wool.

Big mama’s boy. His father was always working at the ministry so it was just him and his mum at home before he started school

His mother made all of his clothes for him, she would send him packages while he was at school with new trousers, shirts, jumpers, etc.

Deep sleeper, once his head hits the pillow he’s out. Takes a lot to wake him up in the morning. The boys have to wack him with pillows to get him up.

Terribly shy, gets shaky and clammy when he has to speak in class or to an adult. But, very hot-headed and short-tempered.

Prone to illness from transformation. He had health check ups with Madman Pomfrey outside of full moons.

Despises sports, James always teases by saying he was going to recruit him to the Quidditch team.

Grew up Catholic and went to church every Sunday with his parents. As an adult he doesn’t go as much, but sometimes when he is feeling lonely he’ll stop by when there’s no mass and light a candle.

Plays guitar and would play for his friends, but he would only sing for Sirius. He has a nice voice but it’s very soft and whispery.

Pretends to hate it but loves when people look after him/ coddle him. Reminds him of his mother.

Chain smoker. First marauder to start smoking, he bought his first pack from a little shop in his hometown, and ever since he always had a cig.

Sarcastic sense of humor, people don’t expect him to be funny so when he makes a joke it surprises people which makes it 10x as funny

Gets lost in his books, if he is reading he can’t hear, marauders have to nudge him to get his attention.