"Matilda... Maybe It Hits A Little Different When Wearing A Rainbow Tracksuit."

it's a good day to be a larrie

james “can i go where you go?” potter and sirius “can we always be this close?” black

Louis and Harry sing about so many different sides to their love but I think, what's so lovely is that they speak of a gentle, patient love that's worth it. Reassuring. One where they see each other at their vulnerable, their ugly, their lows and highs and still consider it worth it. Because that just how real love is. Not easy but worth it and it needs commitment and patience and it's a theme that shines in their music.

Blushing and speechless.

When Lily was the guest of the Potter house for the first time. 

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“This is, uh, the bed, of course, it looks like a bed. This is the closet.” “Oh.” “It used to be Sirius’ room so don’t mind all these portraits… and everything is properly cleaned up. Do you need anything else?” “You’re forgetting the most important.”

okay you know what makes me so sad??? james potter probably wanted like 20 babies. he was so definitely the dad that was like “I’m gonna have enough kids to make a quidditch team and then some” like he and lily could have had so many kids. and james would love them so so so much. like he cries more than lily every time one is born. and he would be the best dad. 100% fair and equal, no favourites. he would have something special that he did with each of them. and he would soooo be the cuddly father. his little kids would crawl up into his lap in the evening and he’d tell them stories of the great marauders. and harry with siblings??? with how much he loves and envied the weasley’s it would be so great, he’d be the best big brother. and then further down the road when james has like 30 grandkids he’d be the fucking best grandad. he’d give them sweets and tell them the stories he told his kids while his kids rolled their eyes like “dad we’ve heard this a million times” but he wouldn’t even care. james potter deserved better, man. he deserved a family that he got to grow and cherish and be apart of

'Smile!'

For the Day 1 prompt! @jilytoberfest

‘I still don’t get why you bother with that chunky muggle thing, we can’t even move in those photographs!’

‘You know,’ Lily’s sweet tone was betrayed by the roll of her eyes. ‘It’s nostalgic, and I can’t really expect Mum and Dad to frame wizard photos.’

‘Why not? We keep that horrible vase your sister’s given us, they can keep something of ours.’

‘You know,’ she starts again, ‘Muggles don’t usually keep moving pictures around, now I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but that would mean she’d have to hide it… and I don’t think Mum would want to hide any of us.’

James straightens his back. ‘Yeah, you’re right, we make too good of a family to keep it to ourselves. The Muggles deserve to see the handsomest of them all.’

That makes Lily giggle and peck her husband on the cheek. She reaches for the polaroid camera that lay discarded on the coffee table, James never figured out how to work it.

‘Smile!’ She exclaims, and right before the camera clicks, James starts tickling the small baby sitting on his lap. Lily rejoices, sure she must have caught the moment.

‘Mum and Dad are going to love this.’

James stands up, Harry’s head resting on his chest as he recovers from the attack. ‘I bet, they’re going to make a right fuss as soon as they see how much this little guy’s teeth have grown. Is that right, Haz? Is grandma going to send another letter complaining about how we never bring you over so she can smother you in peace?’ He speaks in an exaggerated silly voice that makes Harry laugh and reach for James’ face.

‘Oh, please, at least they don’t yell! If I get another howler over breakfast from Euphemia telling me we need to visit soon and bring Harry because they have more gifts for him…’

‘Hey, leave her be! You know she gets lonely, alone with Dad in that big house, her two kids away –‘

‘Talking about her kids,’ interrupts Lily, waving the polaroid near her face. ‘Is Padfoot dropping by soon?’

Harry seems to perk at the mention of his Godfather. ‘Pa’foo?’ He asks, big green eyes travelling from his mother back to his father.

‘Yeah, yeah, your beloved will be here soon,’ says James, talking to Harry rather than Lily. ‘I still can’t believe that was his first word.’ He mutters that to himself.

Mere moments later, the telltale roar of Sirius’ motorbike can be heard from outside their home, and the familiar sound makes Harry clap and laugh in anticipation.

‘Talk of the devil…’ utters James, but he was smiling from ear to ear.

Lily’s eyes roll back as she watches her husband excitedly go for the door. She follows them and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall with what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet look; watching her son smile big and squish Sirius’ cheeks in his tiny hands whenever his Godfather picks him up does that to her.

‘Heard from a little birdie that little Bambi was missing his Pa’foo?’ Sirius coos while kissing one of Harry’s hands, and Lily was sure that if she tried telling any of their old classmates the Tall, Dark and Handsome Sirius Black actually spends at least three days of the week making a baby voice for her son, they’d say she was mental. Oh, yeah, they’d require proof to believe that.

Struck by an idea, she makes her way back to the coffee table and picks up the discarded muggle camera before quickly walking back and snapping a picture of the scene. Sirius, noticing the click, finally stops fussing over Harry and turns to Lily.

‘I hope that’s not your muggle rubbish, Evans,’ he jokes and Lily laughs freely because she knows he doesn’t mean any of it. ‘I want proper pictures of this baby here, need this charming smile in my wallet to balance the dad’s ugly face.’

‘I’m afraid you’ll have to make do,’ she retorts and shakes the fresh picture as James makes an indignant noise. ‘And it’s ‘Potter’ now, you of all people should know, best man.’

‘Yeah, yeah, sure, let me see that.’ Sirius dismisses the conversation when he notices the picture developing.

Soon, all three of them are looking fondly at the blurry photograph in Lily’s hand and Sirius takes it before turning his attention back to Harry, who had started crying out for him.

‘You know…’ whispers James, ‘We are going to use wizard film for my parents. No this isn’t up for debate! Mum will skin me alive if I send her still, blurry pictures of her grandson – hey, stop laughing!'

Some morning around 1981

listen i hate to say it, but the marauders fandom lowkey toxic! just let people live! everyone can ship whoever they want! u don’t have to read it! and u most certainly shouldn’t hate on people for not liking a ship just because you do. everyone is entitled to their own feelings and ppl should not be harassed for what brings them joy. fanfic brings comfort to a lot of ppl, ppl should not be hated on (especially writers) for reading/writing their own ships. that’s literally what ff is for. putting your own creativity into an already established world!!!

RandomMarauders Headcannons:

all of them listen to ABBA, Queen, AC/DC, and Kiss

when on dates with Remus, Sirius always puts on eyeliner that he stole from either Andromeda or Lily

when at school, Regulus wears black nail polish (was a gift from Andromeda)

James hates orange juice

Remus plays the guitar

because of this Sirius thought himself how to play the bass

Peter is really good at Russian accents

there is no way that Lily and Remus wouldn’t speak about James and Sirius secretly

Remus had doubled joints in both his elbows and thumbs