#sirius smokes marlboro reds

[lupinsorion]

regulus tried a cigarette in the slytherin common room one night when everyone was asleep to feel closer to sirius (he coughs so loud it wakes the prefects)

[ghostly-runes]

Marauders era 🚬 headcanons

Note: I tried to keep this as historically accurate because I personally don’t like when people ignore that they came from the seventies, but even with my research it’s probably won’t be perfect so just keep that in mind.

Also, if I come up with more I’ll add them, as this isn’t everyone and I know that.

Marlene:

- She smokes Marlboro reds

- Started smoking in 5th year

- Is a social smoker

- Owns a single red bic lighter that has somehow not been stolen from her yet (because she keeps stealing Pete’s and Dorcas.)

- Keeps a cigarette with Dorcas’ number on it (she refuses to smoke it)

Lily:

- Lily doesn’t stick to one brand of cigarettes as she tends to just bum one from the people she knows here and there.

- Lily is a stress smoker, meaning she smokes when something stressful happens. One example of this I can think of is the Marauders and the Pantheon getting in some trouble together and upon finding out, Lily puts her hand out to Dorcas and says, “Can I bum one off ya?” Dorcas, without hesitation, takes out her pack of cigarettes and hands one to Lily, flinging her lighter open to light it for her.

- Carries a pink bic lighter with her just in case she needs it.

- Her lighter is covered in those produce stickers that you get on fruits.

James:

- James doesn’t smoke because Fleamont has asthma and used to smoke and now he has health issues. So because James’ mom and dad aren’t sure if he has asthma, have drilled it into his head that he will never smoke under their roof (It’s one of the few things they’re strict about.)

- He’s the type of person to be hanging out with someone and if they pull out a cigarette to tell them, “Y’know that can kill you, right?” (He does this with Remus, especially when he first started smoking and it pisses Remus off)

Peter:

- Pete smokes Rothmans blues, because he likes the taste of tobacco and they’re popular.

- He started smoking in his 5th year after Sirius and Remus started smoking.

- He didn’t like the ones they smoked though so after some experimenting around he found Rothmans blues and now they’re the only ones he’ll smoke.

- He’s a social smoker

- He doesn’t smoke cigarettes as much as he smokes weed though.

- Has a green and a yellow bic lighter to light his cigarettes (and blunts)

- His lighters get stolen constantly, he’s never ran one through (Sirius and Marlene use them and forget to return them)

Sirius:

- Sirius smokes Winston ultra lights, because they’re more expensive and taste the least like tobacco to him.

- He hates the taste of cigarettes but smokes to calm his nerves.

- Started smoking the summer between 4th and 5th yr.

- When he moves in with the potters in 6th yr he doesn’t smoke in the house as Effie and Monty disprove of it but he secretly smokes on the balcony of his room at night.

- Owns a Vivienne Westwood cigarette case (he uses it a lot because it’s “punk”)

- Has a Silver ornate “zippo” lighter that has the letter “B” carved into it that he never uses unless it’s the only thing he has. (He hates how “posh” seeming it makes him (it’s also a family thing))

- He normally uses a regular zippo lighter.

- Sometimes just lights his with Remus’ cigarette.

- He gets a fancy gold “Zippo” lighter that has the letter “P” carved into it from Monty for Christmas that used to be Monty’s when he smoked. (He doesn’t use it a lot because it’s too sentimental to him (it’s one of the few things Remus has of Sirius’ when he’s in Azkaban that he keeps))

Remus:

- Remus smokes cigarettes that he rolls himself because it’s cheaper than buying the tailor made (factory made) ones.

- He started selling them in 3rd year but started smoking them in the summer between 3rd and 4th.

- He sells them without filters but rolls them with filters for himself because he’s burned his lips one too many times and hates it every time he does. (Sirius also complains about it)

- Used matches to light his cigarettes.

Regulus:

- Reg smokes pall mall filters, because they’re higher quality and easy for him to get.

- He started smoking in 3rd year.

- His first cigarette was one he bummed from Barty but he didn’t like the menthol taste so he sticks with the regular filter kind.

- Regulus actually was the first in his group to smoke regularly as he becomes addicted to things so so easy.

- When Sirius found out that Reg smoked he lectured him for 2 hours on how terrible it was for him, even though at that point Reg and Sirius had been smoking for years.

- Owns a Vivienne Westwood cig case and lighter (uses them religiously)

- Has a silver fancy zippo lighter that has the letter “B” carved into it all ornate. (He stops using it in his 4th year)

Barty:

- Barty smokes Pall Mall Menthols, he’s never smoked anything different because he prefers the familiarity.

- He started smoking in 2nd year after his mamá passed away but didn’t start smoking daily until 4th year.

- He started with pall mall menthols and hasn’t changed since.

- He at first stole them from his dad and smoked them after their fights to ease his anxiety and just never stopped

- Eventually he started buying them himself with money he stole from his dad.

- He uses Evan’s pryokinesis or a purple bic lighter that he stole from Dorcas to light his cigarettes.

Dorcas:

- Dorcas smokes Class A’s with no filter because they’re cheap and she buys them with the money from her summer jobs. So she has to get the cheap kind to save her money and make it last.

- She started smoking in her 4th year but started smoking regularly in the summer of her 5th year after her parents divorced.

- She buys them in bulk right before she leaves for Hogwarts and during holiday break.

- At one point she bought cigarettes from Remus, but found she didn’t like them as much as the tailor made (factory made) cigarettes.

- Uses a silver zippo lighter that flicks open because she lost all of her bic lighters.

Pandora:

- Panda smokes the same as Reg because she just bums them off of him.

- She only smokes when she drinks.

- She smokes weed a lot more than she smokes cigarettes like Pete.

- She keeps a box of matches on her at all times.

Evan:

- Evan buys cigarettes from Remus just because they’re easy to get and he doesn’t mind Remus.

- He doesn’t smoke often and is really just a social smoker but carries his tin of cigarettes on him at all times in case his friends need one.

- Evan uses his Veela pyrokinesis to light his and sometimes his friend groups cigs.

[elysianymph]

SOMETHING SIRIUS AND MARY PLEASE PLEASE

coming out as a saintstar truther

“She’s just such a bitch!” Mary yelled out, kicking her foot against the ground, getting dirt on her oxford shoe. She was glad they were away from the main courtyard of the castle where some annoying prefect would've heard her and yelled at her to watch her language. Here, hidden between the trees behind the Hogwarts castle, Mary was free to curse and shit-talk her friends all she wanted.

Sirius stared at her, expression caught somewhere between amusement and sympathy. He moved away from the wall he was leaning on, took his cigarette out of his mouth and moved it to Mary’s lips, expecting her to take a drag. “Come on, I know you want to,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a grin.

It only served to infuriate Mary more as she pushed away his hand. “A drag of your cigarette won't help me fix my stupid friends!”

Sirius shrugged and leaned back against the wall, putting the cigarette back in his mouth and presenting the half empty pack to Mary instead. “No but maybe an entire cigarette will,” he said, sending Mary a quick wink that would've gone unnoticed were she not so focused on his face.

“I doubt it.” She looked at him sceptically.

“Nicotine helps stimulate your brain to think of solutions,” Sirius argued, shaking the cigarette pack in front of Mary’s face, like he was waiting for her to give in. “Or at least helps you relax. I’m scared you’re gonna blow up with anger, doll.”

With one final look at Sirius’ convincing eyes, Mary gave in with a sigh and took one of the Marlboro Reds from the pack and brought it up to her lips. Before she could do it herself, Sirius’ hand came up to the tip of her cigarette and he snapped his fingers, creating a spark. Mary looked up at Sirius as he did so, watching the fire reflected in his grey eyes. When he caught her gaze he grinned, all lopsided and sharp canines and so undoubtedly Sirius.

Mary inhaled as Sirius lit the cigarette then leaned back against the wall. A moment later she removed it from her lips and exhaled the smoke, watching it swirl around in the air. Sirius’ eyes remained on her the entire time. “See? Already better,” he teased, moving closer and bumping their shoulders, “Now tell me what troubles our dear Evans has been giving you.”

“She’s just so-” Mary tried to find a word to describe Lily’s behaviour but when her brain came up short, she settled for: “Ugh!”

“Sounds like her, yes,” Sirius nodded thoughtfully as he brought his cigarette back to his lips. Mary gave him a look and Sirius shrugged. She knew Lily and Sirius didn't particularly like each other — or rather they couldn't stand each other — but she didn't understand why they couldn't just compromise for her sake.

“I went to the library with her this afternoon because guess who cancelled on her study session again!” Mary watched Sirius’ nose scrunch up in disgust as he raised an eyebrow at her, asking for confirmation. Mary nodded. “So like the good friend I am, I stepped in so she wouldn't have to be alone. We go to the library and sit down and she starts talking about how it must be so weird for me to be in the library to actually study.”

Sirius made a face at that comment. “I ask her what that’s supposed to mean and she's like,” Mary took another drag of her cigarette before mimicking Lily’s voice, “‘Well, usually you’re a bit too busy snogging with your boyfriend behind the bookshelves to pick up a book. That excuse has gotten old by the way, no one believes you.’ Like I care! It’s not my fault she can't get herself a boyfriend!”

Sirius let his cigarette fall onto the ground and stepped on it with his shoe. “Well, I think our snogging behind bookshelves is keeping us from becoming moody bitches like some of our friends,” Sirius said, turning around to face Mary with a smile on his face, his eyes locked on Mary’s full lips, “So I think it’s best we keep it up.”

“Oh, does the snogging only work when it's behind bookshelves?” Mary asked with a grin as Sirius came even closer to her, their lips barely a hairsbreadth apart.

“Let's test it out,” Sirius whispered before pressing their lips together.

[fearthereaperx]

WHERE: Stargaze Station WHEN: October 2000

Michael Monroe didn’t have the slightest comprehension of what he was doing, though judging by the stern set of his jaw and his steady, forward facing eyes, no one would have ever known. It was only apparent in the little tells– the way he occasionally reached up to scratch at the stubble lining his jaw, or how his hands tensed with a reflexive need for a cigarette. To anyone else, Michael would have appeared as calm and composed as he always was, but inside? He was reeling.

He didn’t know how to be a father. How could he when he’d never had an example to follow? Without that blueprint in mind, Michael had no idea how to confront his new reality– the one in which his sister had overdosed on heroin and god only knew what else, and he’d been called upon to pick up the pieces. He hardly knew where to begin, but as he glanced over at his fifteen year old now motherless nephew and noted the way the glow of moonlight betrayed the smallest glimpses of the grief that consumed the boy, Michael knew that he had to try.

He just didn’t know where to start.

Admittedly, Michael didn’t know much about Cole, and he knew that was largely by his own doing. When Diana had told him she was pregnant all those years ago and who the father was, Michael had done what any brother would have. He’d gotten her the fuck out of Tonopah Valley. And then he’d done the thing he doubted he’d ever fully forgive himself for– he’d stepped back. He’d stepped back and let Diana fend for herself hundreds of miles away when she hadn’t been in a position to do it.

Hindsight was always twenty-twenty– naturally– and as Michael looked back, he knew the decision he’d made hadn’t been the right one. He’d allowed selfishness to guide it– the Sons of Silence had been in its infancy and he, along with the other founding members, had desperately been chasing that dream into a reality. The short and long of it was that he’d pushed all of his focus at the club, rather than his own flesh and blood.

"See that?” Michael began, gesturing up at one of the constellations overlooking the valley. “That's Orion, and just below him, there’s Sirius, one of the brightest stars we can see from down here. Something, ain't it?" He’d always liked the stars, for more reasons than he could possibly name. They were a nice reminder of how vast the universe really was, and how small he was in comparison. In a lot of ways, it helped him scale his problems, one by one. Not make light of them, no, but place them in a way that made it all seem that much easier to manage.

"Guess so,” came the mumbled reply from the teen at his side.

One thing he’d noticed about Cole? He didn’t say much. And that was fine– Michael had grown quite accustomed to leading conversations over the years and had learned to take certain cues for exactly what they were. Glancing over at his nephew, he eased out a long sigh and reached into the inside pocket of his cut, hauling out a worn pack of Marlboro Reds and a lighter. Setting a smoke between his lips, he offered another to Cole, already hearing Laura scolding him inside his head, but for half a heartbeat? He didn’t think about the consequences– particularly how much Laura would have his ass for offering their nephew a smoke– but perhaps that was because it didn’t take a genius to realize that Cole had already smoked his fair share.

"Y'know why I like coming out here?" Michael continued, picking up where Cole’s silence had left off. “When I’m at my worst, I like to look up there,” he paused then, gesturing up at the deep indigo night sky and the bright stars that dappled it. “For every star I see, I try to think of something good. It’s almost like I sorta assign ‘em, in a way,” he explained, shrugging a shoulder. When he said it out loud, Michael figured it probably sounded silly, and maybe it was to a degree, but it helped steady him when little else seemed to work. “When I need reminding of everything that’s good in the middle of everything bad, and I need something to ground me? I just look up, and I can name ‘em one by one.” Perhaps it was just a more elaborate way of saying count your blessings, especially in a life that afforded so few of them. 

"But more than that, you see how vast all of that is? Reminds me of how small I am,” he started again, hoping that the message was coming across the way that Cole needed to hear it. "Not insignificant, no. But it’s got a way of putting things into perspective– makes you realize just how much of this world is out of your control.” If he wanted Cole to take anything away from his monologue, it was that, because he knew what his nephew was thinking, what he was feeling, without him uttering a single word. There was a name for that weight he saw in Cole’s eyes. It wasn’t just sadness, or grief. It was guilt– something Michael knew so well and could spot from miles away. In this situation, it wasn’t justified– Cole hadn’t done anything wrong, he hadn’t let his mother down in some way– but still, Michael could understand why the boy felt it anyway. It was the way he was wired. Like Michael, Cole felt everything so deeply– whatever emotion it was, he tapped into the deepest parts of it and felt it on a visceral level…and because of that, Cole would always be in pain, just as Michael was.

Peeling his eyes away from the night sky, he eyed Cole, a soft frown sinking between his brows, "What happened with your mom wasn’t your fault, Cole. You know that, right?"

Beside him, the boy unleashed a smoke stained sigh and shrugged, "Ain't so sure," he muttered, head shaking before he swallowed hard and dropped his gaze.

“I am,” Michael countered, glancing down at him with a raised brow, “If that means something to you.” He liked to think that it did if only because he hoped it might bring Cole some measure of comfort. Maybe it might relieve him of some of the weight he carried on his shoulders. "Your mother was a complicated woman," he continued, sighing heavily, "Complicated kinda runs in our blood, in case you hadn't figured that out already." He’d never known a Monroe to live simply, or breathe easily. It just wasn’t in their DNA, he was convinced of it. They were all complicated people, stubborn, and hard to love, and yet somehow, they carried on. Softening then, Michael found himself smiling in spite of the somber turn the conversation had taken, "But one thing that wasn't complicated was the love she had for you. It was the single most straightforward thing about her." 

Admittedly, Michael and Diana had grown apart over the years, and it was something he wasn’t proud of. It haunted him, really– if he was being completely honest about it. But on those rare occasions when they did talk and catch up, all Diana ever talked about was her son. It wasn’t about the big things though– no, Diana told him about the finer things, those that required a keen eye to pick up on. She told him all about Cole’s expressions and what certain ones meant, and about how she’d always known when something was bothering him when the way the warmth of his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Diana saw all the things Cole probably thought she didn’t– because she loved him. 

"Your mom had a passion for life unlike anything I've ever seen,” Michael murmured, raising his cigarette to his lips and inhaling a long drag.

“So why’d she run from it?” Cole fired back without missing a beat. 

It was a fair shot, Michael figured. Diana’s death looked an awful lot like a suicide, but he had a hard time believing that his sister had set out to end her life. He wanted to believe it was a miscalculation, an honest mistake on her part. Or maybe that was just what Michael kept telling himself to hold his own guilt back. After being so absent from Diana’s life for so long, how would he even recognize the difference? “I don’t think she meant to, Cole,” he offered, though he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more– Cole, or himself.

“How ya figure?”

It was a loaded question, but not an unexpected one. The bitterness sneaking in between each word wasn’t unexpected either. Michael shook his head, knowing neither one of them would ever know for sure, but he liked to think Diana hadn’t done it on purpose. That reality was one he couldn’t bear to stomach. “Because she would’ve never left you intentionally, no matter how awful things got,” he offered, shrugging a shoulder. Michael had to believe that the love Diana had for her son outweighed her demons, but even as he sat there, trying to convince Cole of that, he knew just how troubled his sister had been– how deeply she hurt. 

“It’s easy to feel angry. In your shoes? Hell, I’d probably feel the same way. Feels easier than facing the hurt, sure,” Michael started up again, switching gears the slightest bit. He couldn’t take back what happened to Diana, nor could he explain it. But what he could do was try and get through to his nephew– a boy who knew more hurt than he should ever have to and who’d been forced to grow up long before he was ever supposed to. “But hurt ain’t a bad thing– not if you grow from it. And you’ve got a real shot at doin’ that now.”

Still, even as he said it, Michael knew that was easier said than done. Diana had been all Cole had ever known for his entire life and within an instant, she was gone and his world had flipped on its axis. He’d been sent to live across the country with an aunt and uncle he didn’t know. He could only imagine how overwhelming it was, how angering and frightening. Whatever Cole felt, Michael figured he had full rights to it. “I know your world’s been flipped upside down, son,” he murmured, reaching over to tuck an arm around the teen’s shoulders, “You’ve got every right to be twisted up, spun out– whatever the case may be.” But he didn’t want those feelings to bulldoze the warmer memories of his mother. Cole deserved a softer landing than that– he deserved to think about his mother and not hate every second of it, or hurt. It wouldn’t happen overnight, Michael knew that, but he hoped that one day, Cole could remember the good before the bad– the beginning before the end.  “I ain’t ever gonna tell you how to feel, but I will say this,” Michael started, tossing his dying cigarette down into the dirt. “I dunno if it’ll ever make sense, if it’ll ever not hurt…but I’m here every step of the way, alright? We don’t know each other all that well, but I’ve got you, Cole– I’ve got ya.” Shaking his head, he glanced down at his nephew, and when he did, the sight before him damn near broke his heart. That sad, lost look in Cole’s eyes had only grown, finally reaching that point where it was bound to spill over. He could see Cole holding it back, fighting to keep his tears at bay, but as one managed to slip and slide down his face, Michael only held the boy tighter and swallowed hard when Cole clung back to him, nestling himself against his side. “Your mother was more than the worst thing she ever did– some of us are.” Michael had to believe that– it was the only way he could reconcile with what he was and the awful things he did. "And before you let her go, I hope you look for her– for who she really was," he murmured, reaching up to wipe that stray tear away. "Think you'll see a lot of yourself whenever you do." Michael smiled then because even in the midst of his grief, he’d been able to spot the similarities between his sister and his nephew. In a lot of ways, Diana was still very much alive through him. "And that ain't a bad thing."

[wweismann-blog]

liberty

 (this is an old character I had while playing RPG on a forum when I was like 16-17 that I found here and decided to translate to english and share. there are several quotations, some from music, some from serial killers, aswell as references in the text. the mentions to god in italic are in a fanfic sirius/hermione that i’ve read a long time ago and it was written in portuguese and I cannot find it to credit so if you know which is please tell me)

There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry. The sixth commandment - 'Thou Shalt Not Kill' - fascinated me . . . I always knew that some day I should defy it.

Liberty Beth Martin ▪ Stripper/Prostitute ▪ Occasional Killer

(Put on that red light) They start with smiles. They are old, corpulent, thirsty to obtain once again any trace of youth: they can not find it on themselves and end up looking in other people. In people like me. There is a place where we are always available to welcome whoever may afford with arms wide open. We attend to the most obscure desires, to the uncanniest fantasies. We sell our bodies, our smiles, the illusion of love (sell yout body to the night). Sixty percent goes to the house, fifty if you can bargain. Forty if they need you just like they need me. Ten if you can provide the information I can. We have our bodies bathed in cash and diamonds but my favorite payment comes in form of secrets. In between the sheets with our heads laying on a fluffy pillow while the sweat drops are running on our foreheads and the smoke of a Marlboro Red there is only a few amount of things that are not shared. There is almost no wish that is asked to become true. There is no favor that we do not provide. Specially when you have taste for blood and get a good reward.

Hey, momma, look at me! I'm on my way to the promised land.

Heaven does not belong to me, it never has. Nor kindness, affection, the future. Not in this life, not on next. I am the product of the environment I was raised on, the fruit of an unwanted relationship, what was left behind. There is no past, there is nothing to hope for. (the God you pray to, the one who loves you and protects you, is nothing but a stupid superstition) You are the master of your fate and shall not be taken by any emotions: there is only the carnal, the exchange of interests, of momentarily pleasure. And then you are only another face with no name, lost in the despised crowd. You are disposable and you are only wandering around in this planet untill they take your life. Untill they ask for your head in a silver tray. Untill they ask it to me.

The truths they have told you when you were a child, they are all lies. You are thrown into an abyss of falsehood and powerless prayers

[loserboyfriendrjl]

do we all agree that sirius black smokes red marlboro cigarettes or

[loserboyfriendrjl]

idk if you've said this before but i wonder if you have headcanons for what brand of cigarettes the marauders era characters would smoke.

james doesn’t smoke, peter smokes kent, although he doesn’t smoke often, and most of his cigarettes end up being smoked by someone else, sirius smokes red marlboro (he likes stronger cigarettes), and remus smokes whatever his friends smoke, because he never buys his own.

marlene smokes black dunhill (they’re not too harsh and not too heavy either, exactly what she likes), mary smokes captain black cherise (she only like the flavoured ones), lily smokes pall mall menthol, and dorcas smokes marlboro gold, and anything else she can roll herself