#atyd fandom

[lingering-zephyr]

"For you, a thousand times over"

― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

"Anything for our Moony"

― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes

[that-bitch-kat3]

"When Sirius first told me he was dating a girl and I was shocked I thought ‘huh this is teaching me something about not making assumptions about people.’ HOWEVER now that Sirius has come out as a gay man I would like everyone to know, I’ve never been wrong. I’m never backing down again. And my assumptions? They are back." -Lily Evans

[cherrybombb8]

I was thinking about the abomination that is The Cursed Child, when I came to the conclusion that, wouldn't All The Young Dudes be shittingly BRILLIANT as a play?

[helpimstuckatthebottomoftartarus]

I JUST GOT ZIGGY STARDUST ON VINYL!!!

I feel like Sirius Black right now.

[n-e-t-t]

Random Remus Lupin journal entries because I’m bored and that boy definitely kept a diary or something idk -

February 12th, 1976

James’s Hair (Again)

James Potter has once again bewitched his hair to look like he just got off a broomstick after being hit by a Bludger. He says it’s “effortlessly cool.” I say it’s aggressively unfortunate.

Sirius says it makes him look like a Greek god. I think Sirius is just projecting.

Peter tried to do the same thing with his hair and set his curtains on fire.

Nothing else to report.

R.J.L

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February 17th 1976

Brooding central

Went up to the tower to “reflect.”

Translation: I sat there for two hours thinking about how I don’t understand girls, or myself, or why Sirius owns seventeen leather jackets when we live in a drafty-ass castle.

Sirius came up halfway through. Said nothing. Just sat beside me and passed me a flask.

It was pumpkin juice. Spiked with Firewhisky.

God, I love him. Not like that. (Probably.)

R.J.L

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March 3rd 1976

Sirius “Fell In Love” With a Ravenclaw for 14 Minutes.

He wrote her poetry. It was… something.

Let the records show that rhyming “moon” with “swoon” should be punishable by Azkaban.

Lily read it aloud in the Great Hall in her worst posh accent and made Sirius cry laughing.

Also, I’m fairly certain she still has the poem. For blackmail.

I respect it.

R.J.L

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7th March 1976

My Body Is A Temple (If That Temple Was Abandoned and Haunted)

Limp was worse today.

I told Madam Pomfrey I “tripped over my own charisma.” She didn’t laugh.

Sirius offered to carry my books. I said yes, and he immediately dropped them all.

I love him, your honour. Again — not romantically. (Probably)

Also, Sirius says if I don’t stop brooding and limping at the same time, he’s going to write a play about me and call it “Tragic Werewolf of the West Wing.”

R.J.L

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16th March 1976

Sirius walked into the common room this morning shirtless, announcing that his “nipples felt confident today.”

James applauded.

Peter dropped a scone.

Mary told him to “put the confidence away before it pokes someone’s eye out.”

I had to leave the room. Not out of modesty. I just couldn’t bear the sight of those idiots before I’d had my tea.

R.J.L

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20th March 1976

Sirius said I looked like a “sexy librarian who moonlights as a serial killer.”

I thanked him.

Still not sure if it was a compliment or a cry for help.

Nothing else to report.

R.J.L

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March 26th 1976

There are moments when I forget what I am.

Tonight, I was laughing too hard — crying, really — because Sirius slipped on the stairs and took me down with him.

We lay there like idiots, helpless with laughter.

And I forgot.

I forgot everything.

That’s the kind of magic they don’t teach here.

R.J.L

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March 27th 1976

James brought me a chocolate frog and told me to “eat it or die.”

Sirius flopped across my bed and whispered, “Do you want a cuddle or a punch in the face?”

(I said cuddle. He still punched me. Gentle-like. love language, I guess.)

The ache is starting. In my legs. My back. My bones feel like they’re stretching in the wrong direction.

No one talks about the fear. Just the pain. But the fear is worse.

R.J.L

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March 29th 1976

Full moon in two days. Great. Can’t wait to feel like I got hit by the Knight Bus again.

Sirius already stocked my bedside drawer with pain meds, chocolate, and—mysteriously—socks.

When I asked him about it, he said, “You always forget to wear them after the moon. And it’s cold. Duh.”

I said, “You’re insane.”

He said, “You’re limping. Sit down.”

I sat down.

Pomfrey brought the potion.

She didn’t speak. Just set it down, touched my hand, and left.

I drank it. Didn’t gag this time. Progress?

Sirius and James said they’d stay near the Shack again.

Idiots. Brave, loyal idiots.

The shift is coming. I can feel it pressing up from under my skin like a scream.

I don’t want to do this. I never want to do this.

But I will.

I’m disgusting.

I know that’s dramatic. But it’s also true.

Everything hurts. My ribs feel like someone tried to turn them into a xylophone.

Anyways, hands shaking.

R.J. Bloody L

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BONUS -

December 16th 1976

Christmas party last night.

If someone could kindly rip out my brain and toss it into the Black Lake, that’d be great. I’d even tie a little ribbon around it to say thanks.

Head is pounding. Stomach is… questionable.

I think I might still be drunk?

Or dead. Honestly, unclear.

Highlights include:

Sirius doing a striptease to “Jingle Bell Rock” on the common room table.

Marlene putting tinsel in my hair and telling me I looked “whimsical and mysterious, like an emotionally unavailable wood nymph.”

James trying to duel the Christmas tree because it “looked at Lily funny.”

Peter vomiting in a stocking.

Sirius and I ended up talking on the window ledge for an hour. He was tipsy, wearing antlers, and somehow managing to look like the ghost of every bad decision I’ve ever made. We talked about the future.

He asked me what I wanted.

I said I wanted to stop feeling like a walking funeral.

He said, “That’s depressing as fuck, Remus.” Then gave me his last candy cane.

He kissed my cheek before he went to bed. I think I’m still blushing. Not because I want him like that. (Proba-) Fuck that, I want to suck out his soul and taste it on the way down.

Anyway, I need water. And maybe a new life.

Happy bloody Christmas.

R.J.L

[flowersfillyourheart]

so uhhhh i lovee the marauders fandom sm. i love how active it is, ho creative everyone is i just yeah. i missed being part of a fandom like this

[toastesq-art]

assortment of wedding photos (pt 1…?)

[ninjitheninjaturtle]

this freaking thing is actually driving me insane 😀👍

[stagprongs]

I cannot believe people let Snape get the high ground.

How do people casually overlook the fact that Snape spent six entire years of his life telling a kid—who never even got the chance to know his father—that said father was an arrogant douchebag? Like, how do people think that behavior is normal?

Snape, a grown man, spent years trying to convince a grieving, orphaned child that his dead father—who literally died protecting his family—was a terrible person. No compassion for a man who gave his life for his wife and son. No sympathy for a kid who grew up abused, unloved, and completely alone, only learning about his parents through stories told by others.

Instead, Snape chose to rehash his teenage rivalry with James Potter by bullying his son. Imagine being so petty that you can’t move past your high school grudges, even when the other person has been dead for over a decade.

Even the coldest, most detached person would muster some respect for a man who died fighting for good. But Snape? No. He chose to sit on his high horse—ignoring the fact that he was once a Death Eater who only changed sides when his own personal interests were threatened—and still had the audacity to act morally superior to James.

James Potter died a hero. Snape, on the other hand, spent his life tormenting the child of the woman he claimed to love—while refusing to let go of a teenage rivalry and weaponizing it against a traumatized, grieving boy.

I cannot get over how utterly selfish and cruel that is. Snape had no empathy for the dead and no sympathy for the living. And people still try to defend him? Seriously?

[eightates]

Wolfstar reunion 1979

Studied from a painting I saw on Pinterest

[sleepyrosiie]

Sirius Black guitarist AU

[cannissmajor]

summer, 1977

(these are pretty old but i like them

anyways😭🙏)

[that-bitch-kat3]

The marauders would LOVE escape rooms

[souptastical]

sirius & james prior to boarding their first flight

[shelovesapples]

everything we hold most dear…

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FINALLY DONE WITH THIS! I got a friend into atyd and it motivated me so hard to start drawing again, specifically the marauders, so expect some cool stuff soon!

I quit drawing this like a year ago because I couldn’t ever decide on what I liked and didn’t like, and then I realized it literally doesn’t matter🫶🫶 don’t draw for perfection! Draw because you love to draw!!

As for the queen x marauders drawing, be sure to keep an eye out for it, all I have to do now is color!

Hope u guys like this <3

[n-e-t-t]

Why do I keep imagining that Barty Crouch Jr stands in the mirror like -

“You’re perfect. They just don’t understand you.”

Then punches the mirror. Then casts Cruciatus on a house plant for fun.