Wulfstars - Emma And Frances

this is the cutest!

marauders era couples

remus & sirius, james & lily, marlene & dorcas

made with @girls-are-very-pretty‘s picrew.

other posts in this series: [1][2][3][5][6][7]

of course!

the weasley twins

reblog if you agree

no point trying this year they won

“I visited the pumpkin patch yesterday and decided to bring home a pumpkin that in shape appeared to be a penguin. Friends and family were mystified until I started painting him.“

by Volensblood

no thanksyou!

WHY THE HELL DO I STILL HAVE TO SAY THIS

STOP SEXUALIZING CHILDREN.

STOP WRITING SMUT ABOUT THEM

THEY'RE KIDS.

THAT IS WRONG.

FUCKING STOP.

sirius: wanna hear a gay joke

remus:

james:

peter:

lily:

sirius: too late my parents already made the best one

remus: pads-

okay hear me out, what is the marauders adaptation was a cartoon?

like steven universe, gravity falls or svtfoe vibes

reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

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Reblog if your blog is safe for trans followers.

this makes me emotional every time i read it-

They Told Me

—

“Draco?” Harry asked, finger tracing the dips of the blonde’s ribcage.

At the sound of his name, he looked down to the head that was laying on his chest, running a hand gently through the messy brunette locks springing from it.

“Yes, love?” Draco answered, catching Harry’s abrupt change of tone.

“Do you think they were like us when they were younger? Do you think they loved each other the way we do?” Harry nearly whispered, his voice almost getting lost in the silence of the room.

“Who, Harry?”

“Sirius and Remus.”

Draco felt his throat close up slightly as the names rang in his ears. When Harry didn’t receive an answer after a few moments of silence, he pushed himself up onto his elbow, looking down at Draco concerned.

“Dra—”

“Yes.”

Harry froze —becoming very aware of the fact that his vision was exceptionally blurry due to his glasses being laid on the night stand— and focused in on Draco’s pained expression. His head was turned away from Harry, eyes looking out through the bedroom window.

“They were just like us,” Draco nodded, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his pale lips. “Though they didn’t have to hide it as much in their younger years I suppose —not like we did— seeing as how they weren’t fighting a bloody war against each other. They loved each other the way you and I do, yes, possibly even more.”

“But how do you know?” Harry questioned.

Draco looked back to his boyfriend, tears threatening to spill from his eyes at any moment. He placed a hand to the back of Harry’s head and pulled him against his chest again, burying a hand in his hair.

Countless memories of the night that Remus and Sirius had caught Draco lurking around the whomping willow well past curfew clouded over his entire mind.

The sorrowful look that Sirius gave Draco upon finding him crying about how he didn’t want to have to kill the only boy he had ever loved, verbally refusing to have that blood on his hands.

Remus taking a seat beside his shaking form, offering nothing but a warm smile and comforting words as he assured him everything would be alright.

The both of them staying outside with Draco for the remainder of the night, telling him the story of two boys who were very much in love, but allowed a nasty war to separate the two of them for too many years.

The conversation he had with them just days before Sirius would die, the pair telling him that even if he failed at everything else in life, he needed to succeed in making his feelings known before it was too late.

The secret note he had received from Remus just minutes before all hell broke loose, making Draco promise that he would protect Harry with all his life because he wasn’t going to be able to do it anymore.

The tears finally started slipping down Draco’s flushed cheeks as he tightened his grip around Harry. Letting out a silent breath, his eyes drifted back to the moon hanging outside the window.

“Because they told me.”