#dorian gray

[littlestpersimmon]

Dorian Gray

[violets-are-the-answer]

ghostwritten by Dorian Gray

loss of third spaces like opium dens and brothels

[bluatorto]

This is a once_in_a_lifetime chance for me to call this

Fifty Frames Of Gray✨

[epsilonblack]

Dancing in the rain

They didn’t care that it was raining.

The sky had cracked open over Hogsmeade in sheets, thunder rumbling low and constant like the earth was humming a secret. Most of the students had ducked under awnings or huddled inside shops, hands full of cocoa and damp scarves.

But not Sirius and Remus.

James stood just outside the record shop, leaning beneath the awning, half-forgotten by the world as he watched his best friends spin into something more than just friendship.

The street musician on the corner—mad, clearly—hadn’t stopped playing. Something slow, something old-fashioned. A waltz, James thought, though Sirius wasn’t quite keeping to time, and Remus was certainly never on beat.

Sirius had one hand in Remus’ and one at his waist, dragging him across the puddled cobblestones with a grin too wide and too alive to belong to anyone else. His hair clung to his face, soaked and gleaming like ink, his robes heavy with rain, and yet he looked lighter than James had seen him in years.

Remus was laughing. Really laughing. The kind that made his eyes crease shut and his shoulders shake, the kind James had only seen when they were all half-delirious with mischief or up late enough to forget they were haunted boys.

“Come on, Moons, it’s one-two-three, not whatever that foot-mangling nonsense was.”

“I am doing one-two-three,” Remus insisted, swaying off rhythm and splashing water up Sirius’s leg. “You’re just terrible at leading.”

“I am the picture of grace,” Sirius declared, spinning them both into a full circle that nearly knocked over the streetlamp. Remus wheezed out another laugh, clutching at Sirius’ shoulder to keep from slipping.

James’ heart ached in the best possible way.

And then—without fanfare, without warning—Sirius stood up on his toes, fingers still tangled in Remus’, and kissed him.

The moment their lips met, lightning split the sky—brilliant and sudden—followed by a crack of thunder so loud it rattled James’ ribs.

He almost laughed. It was ridiculous, like the storm had been waiting for this, like the whole world was clapping for them.

And maybe it was.

Because in the middle of that rain-slicked street, with water soaking them and music still floating through the storm, Sirius kissed Remus like he was the only reason the sun ever rose. And Remus kissed him back like he’d finally remembered how to breathe.

James swallowed the lump in his throat.

God, he loved them.

And in that moment, with the rain and the thunder and the two people he cherished most wrapped in something as real and reckless as magic—

James Potter had never believed more in love.

[kagilasgilas]

"From the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I quite admit that I adored you madly, extravagantly, absurdly."

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[virginwithasthma]

"Modern retelling" and it's a blatant misinterpretation of the original text

[lonlylook]

the picture of Dorian Gray, a summary:

[swagvo1d]

decay

[weirdgirlvampire]

Oh characters doomed from the start we’re really in it now

[relmint-draws]

They should kiss

[poetryofmuses]

"what do you do for a living?" Oh I am a professional hopeless romantic and I read books and cry in my free time.

[zanephillips]

Dorian Gray (1970) dir. Massimo Dallamano

[ehlihr]

Dorian gray

[werewiire]

dorian & basil siblings and now white heathcliff. gothlit enjoyers are in the fucking trenches this year

[linnytheseagull]

More classic literature YouTubers because it's so funny to me

Bonus content:

[draculasweedsmokinggirlfriend]

Let's not pretend that Oscar Wilde isn't spinning in his grave so violently we could entirely switch to green, renewable energy at this news of Dorain and Basil being portrayed as fucking siblings in this new show