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The Girl with the Smile

I met her on the train, the first of many years,

Her beauty struck like lightning, yet beauty’s not what steers

A soul toward devotion—no, it was her smile,

Brightening every shadow, making life worthwhile.

Through crowded halls and echoing cheers,

I watched her brilliance calm my fears.

She laughed, she shone, the world adored,

Yet I saw depths they all ignored.

The boys chased her, like moths to flame,

Drawn to the surface, blind to her name.

I didn’t like it, their shallow game,

But jealousy? That wasn’t the same.

I didn’t want them, nor their prize;

It wasn’t their love that clouded my skies.

Yet when she was near, a warmth took hold,

A quiet story, untold and bold.

Late-night books and whispered words,

Her voice a melody, sweeter than birds.

In her presence, the world felt right,

Her gaze, a beacon in the night.

When she smiled at me, my heart would race,

Her laughter a balm, her joy, my place.

I felt understood, I felt complete,

I felt love bloom in every heartbeat.

But love, unspoken, can’t survive,

It withers, yearning, though still alive.

I told her nothing; I stayed her friend,

Not knowing where this road would end.

One day, her smile faltered, dimmed,

The light that led me had grown grim.

And when I reached to hold her hand,

She slipped away like grains of sand.

The girl with the smile—now gone, I see,

She wasn’t just a friend to me.

Too late, I knew, as tears ran free,

I loved her, and she was my tragedy.

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An angsty poem in honor of @messrsrarchives femininomenon fest ✨ @hpfemininomenonfest

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Like no I ACTUALLY really want to see your spotify wrapped. It's not cringe, it's not stupid.

I want to know what you listen to, what you turn to for the realest emotions, what you do when you cry, when you laugh. What you sing along to in the car, what music you wake up to and what you use to fall asleep.

I want to know you on this level. Music is the mirror to the soul. Thank you for sharing.

And now I can add your favorite songs to mine, find new music, enjoy new artists and I'll think of you along the way.

(feel free to share your favorite songs 🤍 I'd love to hear about them)

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"Because when he looks at me, I feel hollow, a quiet void.

But when she looks at me, the universe unfurls—

The stars ignite, my heart stirs to life.

She paints color into my grayscale world,

And I remember what it means to feel alive."

A wlw Marauders quote, inspired by the femininominon fest @roblogging is organizing atm🤍

While working on my contributions my brain spit this out so I thought I'd share🥰

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💙 USA 💙

national suicide prevention (edit: alternatives to 988)

national domestic violence hotline

national sexual abuse hotline

trans lifeline and resources

💙INTERNATIONAL💙

list of suicide hotlines by country

domestic violence hotlines and resources by country

sexual (+ domestic) abuse agencies by country

international trans resources

edit: taking this opportunity whilst this gets traction!

Palestine Children Relief Fund

Lebanon Red Cross

International Rescue Committee (Sudan, Lebanon, Gaza, Congo etc.)

Ukraine Red Cross

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Is there anything I can wear that will show other Marauders fans that I am one of them?? I know the red converse but I don't own any since they are not really my style😭

But I wanna meet Marauders Fans🥹

I mean technically I could wear the amulet or subtle Harry Potter Merch but how would they know I wear it in a "My Moony" kinda way😭

Help is appreciated 😋 or if you wanna be moots, feel free to reach out!

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This is currently making me lose my mind.

Dan and Phil entering their Cosplay Era?

howley and aziraphil are here to save the world

howley and aziraphil are here to save the world

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Diwali being on the same day as Halloween (aka the death of James and Lily Potter) keeps reminding me of this headcanon of Desi James.

Desi James who introduced his friends to some Hindi festivities like Diwali.

James who does not have any siblings but on the last day of Diwali, just 2 days before his death he explains Raksha Badan to Sirius. And that it used to be for sisters and brothers, when one of them left the family and got married but Sirius is his brother and James is now married to Lily so they don't see each other much anymore. So in modern interpretations you can give a Rakhi to anyone in your family, anyone you consider a true brother.

So James gives Sirius a Rakhi, binds it around his wrist, telling him all of this. And Sirius does not even know how to respond, his love for this man is huge, he is the best brother he could ever ask for. So the next day, even though it is not Raksha Badan anymore, Sirius gets James a Rakhi, to show him that he sees things the same way. James is touched, he had never received one before and promises to cheerish it.

And then, the next day, Halloween. Voldemort arrives. James and Lily Potter have been betrayed. And during his last moments James looks at his Rakhi, remembering Sirius, knowing that he never would've done this.

Sirius keeps his Rakhi on, until they take it off of him in Azkaban. It is the one thing he fights most for.

Happy Diwali and Happy Halloween everyone.

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— via knjfedog

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I was just thinking about the sheer amount of ships we have in the Maurauders fandom and in the Harry Potter fandom and that the most popular ones are all queer (Wolfstar, Drarry, Jegulus, Rosekiller, etc.). And then I thought about that other very popular frenchise for Teenagers: Twilight. And this one has close to no queer ships at all!

Why is that?

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You’re giggling while talking to your boyfriend at 3 a.m., and I’m giggling while reading a 100k+ Marauders fic at 3 a.m... we’re not the same.

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That is so incredible, I am stunned.

Here's my recent WOLFSTAR drawing!!

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Oh, to be loved by a painter

Oh, to be loved by a painter’s hand,

Who turns my life into living art,

Whose every stroke whispers feelings so grand,

Every canvas a piece of their heart.

They see beauty in more than just face,

In how my hair falls, how my eyes gleam,

In the quiet moments, in my awkward grace,

In the way I move through life’s daydream.

Each brushstroke tells a story untold,

Of me and them, our world intertwined,

Colors swirling, emotions bold,

Capturing the love they’ve quietly defined.

They paint me in moments others miss,

In the way I glance, or how I stand still,

Transforming the simplest things into bliss,

With each hue, they paint how they feel.

Oh, to be loved by a painter’s eye,

Is to be seen in ways no one else can view—

To become the art that will never die,

In their masterpieces, I live on, anew.

By princesslovinharmony on tumblr

Part of the collection: Oh, to be loved by an artist

Other parts:

Oh, to be loved by a writer

Oh, to be loved by a musician

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Oh, to be loved by a writer

Oh, to be loved by a writer, To be their muse, their sacred spark, Making my world just a little bit brighter, Guiding me through the endless dark. To be the subject of every line, Where my smile is a sunrise, warm and bold, And my laugh is a melody, sweet, divine, In their words, I’m a story that’s never told. They paint with phrases, vivid and deep, Each sentence a brushstroke, a verse to adore, Comparing me to stars, to oceans, to dreams, To everything vast, everything more. Their words, they haunt, they sing and they ache, More than “I love you,” more than just sound— They reach beneath the surface I fake, Making me feel like I’ve finally been found. Oh, to be loved by a writer’s art, Is to be held in a world only they can see— Where every word whispers straight to the heart, And I become more than just "you" and "me."

By princesslovinharmony on Tumblr

Collection:

Oh to be loved by an artist

Other parts

Oh to be loved by a painter

Oh to be loved by a musician

I'll post the other two soon if you want me to :)

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You held the roof above our head, Kept me breathing when I felt dead. In a house that shattered every day, You stood there, didn’t run away. But then you did—one day you left. And I was here, alone, bereft. The walls came crashing, the roof caved in, And I was drowning in where you'd been. How could you leave? How dare you go, When you knew I’d crack, when you had to know? I can’t hold this house, can’t hold the line— I’m breaking, Brother, breaking fine.

R.A.B

More Marauders Poetry, an excerpt from "Brother - Angry Version" - Poetry (Marauders Version) by Nightwitchy on A03

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"I am breaking my own heart with my own writing, my own poetry, my own words—because every story I’ve ever told was born from my heart shattering, over and over again."

- Princesslovinharmony (me)

I was writing more poetry, read through it and cried. Then I came up with this.

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My favorite Barty Crouch Jr. Quotes

"What a surprise, a Gryffindor says something dumb. Shocker."

"And you told them you were spending the time with the two best-looking bachelors of Hogwarts?" He swings an arm around Regulus who promptly pushes him off.

"Oh, come on, Reggie, you lie all the time," Barty says, not impressed by Remus's revelation at all. "Now what's the plan, we get you a bloke? I would volunteer, but I am busy most days, and there is also no way in hell anyone would believe that." Remus coughs. "I'm sorry? You would volunteer to do WHAT exactly?" Barty grins. "Whatever you want Lupin." He winks. Regulus gags next to him.

~ My best friend's brother by Nightwitchy (Chapter 4)