#in august???

[marauders-bs]

The Rosiers, the Blacks

i'm gonna put a cut here becuase this is long af lmao

also istg that this is happy and fluffy and shit it's a kidfic

Historically, there was only one thing that Rita, Alice, James, Lily, Barty, and Remus could agree on, and it was that there was nothing better than seeing their spouses with their kids.

Of course, Barty and Evan had never had kids. Privately, Alice had been sort of thankful for that, as two homicidal maniacs raising a child probably wasn't a good idea. But Bella and Rita had done a good job with Venus, so far. She was a good kid, and Cissa loved her.

"How the hell did I get this lucky," James murmured, looking out the window where Regulus was laughing in the snow, wide-eyed Estrella and Cherie Potter-Black standing where a snowcastle had been.

"Same," Lily agreed, gazing at Pandora, who was patiently teaching Harry and Luna how to make a snowman.

Rita had her camera out, and she was taking picture after picture of the snowball fight between Venus, Neptune, Ceres, and Bella. Of course, it was the Skeeter-Blacks against Bella, but she was holding her own better than Alice expected.

Andromeda and Evan were running around with Elio, Celeste, Cressida, Pollux and Castor (Andy's adoptive kids), the five clearly trying to shove snow down Evan's jacket.

And Cissa. Merlin, the woman she was. Both Neville and Draco were burying her deep in the snow, and Alice knew she had to be freezing, but her head was tipped back and she was laughing, and Alice agreed with James: how did she get this lucky?

Alice hefted Calypso higher onto her hip, their little baby babbling in the way that says she wants food or her twin sister, Vega. She'd start hot chocolate while she was in the kitchen. Remus may kill them all if anyone gets sick a week before new years.

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[purr-in-ink]

Purrints&Purrtreon&Book😽

[goinggoats]

my favorite thing about the pnw is being reminded that not everywhere has a designated and agreed upon spiders season. i love you spiders season

[deadpoet-skull]

from The New York Times

[sapphicpond]

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[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems

[crawfishcomic]

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[fadeintoyou1993]

happy laura palmer asparagus for dinner again does this mean i'll never grow up february 23rd to all those who celebrate

[anonpolls]

Thanks, Anon!

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[annafridacharlotte]

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[heartmush]

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[without-ado]

August Super Blue Moon l Rami Ammoun

[shisasan]

August 16, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)