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babes what is on all your wishlists for christmas??? because I'm out of inspiration atp

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The Dream Life

An unnecessary introduction I still wanted to write in case there is any confusion.

Whatever that is meant to be, it has come up in my life a lot. The term 'dream life', and a friend of mine and I created one together.

This 'Dream Life AU' is based on said dream life, though it is also drastically different. Whenever I think of the marauders it reminds me of how much more they could have had and done, where they might have ended up, or how it could have been if they had no war to deal with. If maybe, they just had no magic around them.

This masterlist is for fics I write with this life I picture for them on a bunch of land with multiple cottages and one main farmhouse, where they celebrate christmas, have dinners together and do whatever they may share in life together. Not all the fics here are in the same timeline, since I will still write (x reader), but will also go back to Wolfstar etc., they just share this idea and picture I had in my mind and kept visualising whenever I started to write for one of the marauders again.

So; no magic (or at least only a small trace of it), cottages and one main farmhouse, a lake and animals, and their own careers that we will figure out once the imagines are written.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The Dream Life AU Masterlist

Welcome to this dream of a life, introduction

a collection of fics, varying from x reader to jily, wolfstar and more

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IX·XXV·MCMLXXVII coming soon

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At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

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dear whatever thing is up there running things, please give me the recipe to finishing this fic

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Regulus Arcturus Black

the only thing - sufjan stevens/unknown/unknown/wall - james hoch/unknown/class of 2013 - mitski/fable - gigi perez/Dune Messiah - Frank Herbert/unknown/unknown/fourth of july - sufjan stevens/unknown

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Remus: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Remus, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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shouldn't Jude be the one picking up Cardan?

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“all i see is smut” “why can’t i find fluff and angst and not smut” “how come fluff isn’t—”

yet when nonsmut fics come across your dash you don’t support it by circulating it with a reblog. smut is pushed because it’s the smut audience that tends to be more supportive when it comes to boosting the fics they read 💗

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i just want to be a bloggeeeer with a cute lil aesthetic blog that has topic changes every month

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​I really want to be back in the sandbox worrying about the ladybug that got stuck in my hair

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crying because growing up

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“My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy,” I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real

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Even if you ignored all the history between them and the “this would’ve happened anyway” of it all, the take that Katniss and Peeta only love each other because they’re the only ones who get each other’s trauma from the Hunger Games severely negates everything that happens to them in the last book.

Katniss and Peeta are separated and put into traumatic situations the other can’t immediately relate to but both at separate points choose to come back and help the other.

Before Peeta was found to be hijacked in light of his family dying and the torture, Katniss was ready to be his family and take care of him. And even after the strangulation she was ready to talk to him. Yes she was angry and resentful after the conversation where everything got personal and she met his cruelty with her own, but slowly she went back to being compassionate and understanding to someone who couldn’t remember himself or his life.

Katniss feels the pressure and guilt of the whole rebellion while also being dehumanized and feeling isolated from everyone while also being well aware that she’s becoming a target. And when everything is close to being over, she sees what is essentially her daughter be cruelly killed and has to deal with feelings of betrayal from her best friend and abandonment from her mom. But Peeta returns to her and respects her grief and tries to take care of her as soon as he can.

There’s nothing wrong with if Katniss and Peeta’s relationship was only built on bonding from the shared experience of the games but the books do such a good job of showing their empathy and care for each other and it makes their relationship so much richer. And it makes them growing back together so much sweeter.

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I love how the hand holding scenes in each season are a perfect reflection of each couple's story. I realize that's precisely the point but it's still beautiful to see.

Daphne and Simon just sort of slowly come together until Daphne tentatively, tenderly moves her hand into his and he lets her. She chips away at his wall a little more and he allows it, even participates in it, like he knows it's what he needs.

With Kate and Anthony we don't actually get the holding part. Their story is all about wanting but not having, reaching but not meeting. It's painful to watch.

And with Colin and Penelope, we see them bump and fumble their way together until they both commit to it with equal strength and certainty, holding each other steady. A shaky start that leads to perfect harmony.

I'm sorry, but this is visual storytelling at its finest.

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❥ masterlist / navigation ❥

-> pairing; james potter x reader

-> wc; 1.5k

-> warnings; death, descriptions of grief

-> a/n; I wrote this with Timeless by Taylor Swift playing in the background. It's not some immaculate piece of literature, but I'm kind of attached to it now even if I'm not as proud of it as some other works of mine. It's warm and painful at the same time, so try it and I hope you enjoy. Lots of love

Timeless | James Potter

As you’re looking through the freshly developed pictures in the dark room, tears fill your eyes. You’re staring at James Potter, your James, just woken up, wearing crooked glasses and a very fresh bed head. His hand is grabbing towards the camera while a beaming smile peeks behind it. It was the first time you saw him with bad hair. And the guy didn’t even actually look bad, his embarrassment just motivated you to tease him because of it. In reality, he still looked amazing. He would never have believed you if you told him though. The man could not be confident if his hair wasn’t ready to be pictured and put onto a prestigious magazine cover. You grabbed your camera as fast as you could and captured the moment.

You eye the vintage camera lying next to the door on an old wooden table. The camera itself is dusty from being hidden away in the corner of your dresser all these years. You put it there because you couldn’t bear the pain of being remembered. The camera that captured some of the most wonderful memories you hold, which are now some of the most painful ones.

The next picture is of the two of you sitting on the edge of the porch from your first official house. You’re wearing old dungarees and have paint streaks on your cheek and all over your clothes. James is staring at you while clearly wetting his finger to try to get some paint off of your face. Sirius is standing behind you, making an ugly face while staring at the happy couple. You have a big smile on you and dangle a small key in front of you. You remember Lily yelling “Say “We just moved in!” for the picture!” from behind the camera and Remus commenting that there would be no way the picture would turn out good if you all actually said that. James naturally wasn’t paying attention and you laughed because of the nasty sounds Sirius was making, pretending the lovey dovey Potter scene was sickening.

These pictures all are some form of key moments in your relationship. In your loving relationship with James, as well as the beautiful friendships within this group of people. You and Lily were always the ones with a camera in their bags, ready to capture whatever you felt was worth capturing. At the time, the guys made a point of it to avoid the camera, just because there were already a million pictures of them and they did not see the need for any more. Any moment either you or Lily moved to grab your camera, at least one of them would sigh and mumble something like “This is some kind of weird obsession” or “Are you planning on selling pictures of me since I’m that stunning?” The last remark being made by James who could actually imagine this being a real scenario. They would go to the greatest lengths to avoid the subtle lenses of your camera. Once it even led to Sirius falling off of his broom during a friendly game of quidditch because he tried to dive away from you and your camera.

Now, they would understand why you both tried to capture as many wonderful moments as you could. Because you and Lily were more aware than anyone that you would not all make it out alive. Sadly enough you were proven right.

As you flip through a stack of newly developed pictures, from the finally freed camera, you see one that you do not remember being made. It is you and Lily sitting next to James and Sirius. Remus must have made this picture. You are all sitting on the same side of the table, squished together onto a corner couch for the photo, and you are pointing at your hand, which is aimed toward the camera. Lily has a tear on her cheek and is smiling brightly, while Sirius is faking a shocked look. His mouth exaggeratingly wide open with his hands in front of it and big surprised eyes. On your hand a small shimmer comes off of a candy wrapper, wrapped around your ring finger. James kisses you on the cheek. It’s the night of your proposal. With all the joy of the night, you must have forgotten that Remus actually forced you all to make this picture. Remus, of all people, who hated photographing and being photographed.

“This is a moment that actually needs capturing” He had proudly said.

No one could have told you all that this would be one of the last times that you would be together while only laughing and having the times of your lives. After this, Voldemort would start winning. He would make you, Lily and Remus afraid of walking around in Diagon Alley, thinking that anyone passing by could want you to be gone. Could judge you for being born the way you were. And you see the difference gradually in the pictures.

One of the last ones in the stack is a photo of only you and James. Lily had made the picture, you clearly remember this.

You and James are looking each other in the eyes, your hands are holding his soft cheeks. One of his hands is gripping onto your wrist, the other the back of your neck. You can see the swollen red eyes and tear stains on your clothes. Your white dress has soft droplets on it and James’ hair's a mess. He didn’t even care what it looked like in the picture. You had just gotten back from the courthouse where they hadn’t allowed you two to be married. James told you on the ride back that you will find a way, which is what Lily captured. She captured the promise that James immediately fulfilled, while you were both scared out of your minds and sobbing over the time you found yourself living in.

So, when the five of you came back to the house, the first and only house you ever bought, James read you his vows and you read yours to him. They were beautiful, honest, and true. Nothing was ever more truthful than the words you shared with each other in that moment.

And that’s when the last picture was taken. Euphemia and Fleamont had come over for the ceremony and said that this was a moment you would want to remember your whole lives.

“Even if it feels like a beautiful tragedy now, someday it will simply be beautiful to you, my love. And for that moment, you want to be able to look back at it and remember the love and life you had and started together.” Euphemia had said, and nothing she said was ever incorrect.

You and James insisted on having the picture be of all five of you. So with the two of you in the middle, Sirius and Remus next to James and you next to Lily, Fleamont made the last picture of all of you together in a room. You called it ‘the family picture'.

Soon after, the war officially started. You all fought for the Order until the bitter end, which sadly meant the end of your family. James found his place with the stars first, it was a quick and painless death, alone on a mission. Remus and Sirius walked into the end hand in hand, ready to commit to another life together. Lily and you thankfully found your way back to each other after the chaos and destruction left behind by the war, having fundamentally changed in this traumatic time only made your friendship stronger. But you both never were able to look forward. You hid cameras in wardrobes but stalled out the already printed pictures on the mantle, halls and rooms. You lived looking at all the memories pretending they were someone else’s. A life you could not remember living. A life where you would end up with just the two of you. You both talked about them like they were here, never in the past tense. You could not cope with the loss of a family that was as dear to you and Lily as this chosen one.

Now that she died and you were the last one left, you were ready. You developed the last pictures, pictures of you all in your beginning to late twenties, mourning the people you once were. Loving their smiles, their gestures, their beings. You mourned the love of your life with all the love you had left. And not just James. You visited all of their graves weekly, laying down flowers and other things they loved. On Remus’ grave, there’s a stack of books now. Lily now has the old camera and flowers, Sirius a packet of cigarettes and records he listened so frequently to that they didn’t work anymore. And James got you. You sat there every other day, talking to him and telling about whatever happened or was on your mind. Until you joined the rest of your family.

All that’s left now of this life you lived is a cardboard box filled with pictures of the life you’ve made.

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this man knows what he’s doing

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