Happy Trans Day Of Visibility!

yeah, once upon a timee..... where's marlene tho???!

once upon a time in the gryffindor living room… 🍾💋

"Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn’t know if she would ever find out where it was and become part of it. She had that feeling in school often, but it wasn’t accompanied by any specific images of what the real life might look or feel like. All she knew was that when it started, she wouldn’t need to imagine it anymore."

NORMAL PEOPLE, Sally Rooney

shit dudes, I relate to this feeling more than I probably should -

Zoozve, my beloved

poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood

You by Carol Ann Duffy

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine

You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine

To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann

Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski

Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Sanctuary by Jean Valentine

the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

Morning by Frank O Hara

We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova

You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova

from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva

The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

In Dream by Anna Akhmatova

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

"You survive this and in some terrible way, which I suppose no one can ever describe, you are compelled, you are corralled, you are bullwhipped into dealing with whatever it is that hurt you. And what is crucial here is that if it hurt you, that is not what’s important. Everybody’s hurt. What is important, what corrals you, what bullwhips you, what drives you, torments you, is that you must find some way of using this to connect you with everyone else alive. This is all you have to do it with. You must understand that your pain is trivial except insofar as you can use it to connect with other people’s pain; and insofar as you can do that with your pain, you can be released from it, and then hopefully it works the other way around too; insofar as I can tell you what it is to suffer, perhaps I can help you to suffer less."

- James Baldwin, The Artist's Struggle for Integrity

idk how this happened but somehow spotify went from ziggy stardust to love story just when james started saying his vowsss!!!!

Autumn and Lily, James Potter's Two dearest Sights..

His Two absolute and favourite things.

He still can't believe it. His Lily, his love, was finally going to be his, they were finally Going to be 'Jily' (what Sirius likes to call them) officially!

No boundaries, No regulations. It was just going to be him and his Wife.

"You may now speak your vows" The Pastor's words shook him out of his thoughts.

James cleared his already dry throat and glance at his best man; his brother, Sirius Black. Who was grinning like an Idiot for his best friends happiness and 'doom' as he likes to call it.

He rotate his gaze to the crowd where his Friends , Remus and Peter were looking at him, admiration and love in their eyes for their mate, on a little left were his parents , Euphomia and Fleamont Potter.

Her mother was sobbing while his father was holding her..On the verge of tears himself.

From the corner of his eyes, he can see his Mini ..the Strictest Professor with teary eyes and a smile on his wedding..Woah, that's a sight to remember, he thought.

Lily's father was a crying mess too..her mother consoling him..well, someone's emotional for his daughter..

Their close friends, Professor Dumbledore, The order and..Lily.

What else can he ask for? He's blessed, blessed with everything.

He now,turned and saw his world, his would- -be-wife smiling at him.

And that's when he forgot to breathe..With her green eyes..his white lace dress, her veil and that smile worth dying, he was unable to hold back his tears.

This was finally going to be happen..all those years of wait, of redemption, of patience, of Love.

She was finally going to be his..

His lily flower was going to be his.

"Mr. Potter, the vows" the pastor repeated..and he Again shook his trance..With another glance at his bride and his best mate he started pouring his heart.

"I, James Potter, Promise to cherish her wife in sickness and in health, whether I'm poor or On the top of this world I promise to be hers, and hers only... I'll stand back on her achievements, beside on her kindness, and on her front to support her..

I'll be the first one to hold her tears and the one to make her laugh.. ( Sirius: Oi prongs that's my job!!) My glared was enough to shut him.

I belong to and for Lily, always and forever."

Applauses and Hooting can be heard from the small crowd..

Lily was shedding happy tears, and I? I was as promised, the one to stop them from falling.

She took a hold of my hand and I kissed her's instead.

"Ms. Evans, your vows please" The pastor requested.

She looked at her parents and then me, she smiled before proceeding.

"I lily evans, vows to Be everything James will ever need , whether to take care of him like a mother, or joke with him like a friend, to guide him like a father or to challenge him like a rival ..I promise to fullfill everything and to become his and his for eternity..and be The one James Potter improved for.. I promise to be always be his lily flower.

I take James as my Man, for always and forever "

The applauses and Hootingwere louder this time..oh deer.. is lily stealing my thunder ? A thought crossed his agile mind, but he brushed it away. It was his wedding afterall.

The time passed so fast but he can remember every single thing. His flower and him.

- James's birthday was an elaborate affair. Everyone James had ever spoken to, looked at, breathed in the direction of, was invited to celebrate his birthday (and not just for posterity or formality; because James genuinely noticed when so and so from Ravenclaw who gave him a spare quill once wasn't around for the festivities. James would apologize the next day for not including them). James's birthday might as well have been a holiday at Hogwarts it was so widely celebrated. With something active and engaging planned by Sirius. Like the year he turned the grounds by the Black Lake into a makeshift seaside, covering the grounds with sand and lawn chairs. Everyone played Beach Volleyball that year, a school-wide tournament, James grinning from ear to ear even as the sun went down and the colder temperatures set in. No one complained of too much activity or opted out of playing on James's birthday. They just did.

- Sirius's birthday used to look like James'. For the first few years. Because what better way to know how loved you were than having everyone you've ever met come celebrate you? Admire you? Pay attention to you on a day that was usually wasn't acknowledged at all. Other than a milestone--a year closer to being of age, of being a proper heir. The first few years, it was loud and obnoxious. A disruption that Sirius didn't even want in the first place but thought he should have. The last few years...weren't. The numbers dwindled as Sirius realized having a lot of people he didn't care about wasn't nearly as great as having a few people he did. Birthdays became smaller at fifteen--but were still filled with loud music, and alcohol and the fattest joints Remus could roll. Parties that went until well past midnight, James stifling yawns behind his hand, the night ending looking up at the stars, just as Sirius liked to do.

-Remus's birthday? The quietest, the slowest, the joy of doing nothing. The only day of the year James and Sirius didn't get up at the crack of dawn and stayed in bed until they had to get up for class. When Remus's birthday fell on weekend, it was an entire day, made up of blanket forts and too much smoke coming out of the Gryffindor tower window. Snacks and sweets and plenty of coffee in bed, three heads for one pillow, sharing a flask, giggling, and shooting the shit until the sun went down. Sirius didn't worry about the crumbs on the bedsheets, James didn't start fidgeting and trying to think of something to do. They just were. Dozing in and out of sleep, waking up to repeat the process. Remus's birthday was a slow day. A slow spinning record. Long cuddles. Wishes made on candles that burned far too long because Remus took forever to think of something he could possibly want that wasn't right there in front of him already.

amen, bitch!

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

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on my knees BEGGING for dorlene ff recs cause ever since i’ve caught up on thtf i’ve been craving a fix

ngl i am also on my knees begging 🤧 i have not yet found like a longer multi ch dorlene fic that i personally vibe with so if anyone has recs please send them my way!! in the meantime here are my favorite dorlene single ch fics/oneshots

Hey Dorcas by moonymoment on ao3 (@blurryayse)

14k words, beautifully written friends to lovers fic that follows marlene + dorcas at hogwarts slowly growing together and falling in love. v sweet and good if you want a happy ending!!

let the ghosts sleep tonight by outlaw_baby on ao3 (if anyone happens to know whether they have a tumblr pls lmk so i can tag them!)

7k words, gut-wrenchingly poetic fic about dorcas and marlene getting together during the first wizarding war. rewired my brain chemistry but super heavy on the angst

As The Light Disperses by blanketed_in_stars on ao3 (@blanketed-in-stars)

4k words, following dorcas and marlene’s relationship during the first wizarding war. also beautifully written, also very heavy on the angst

marlene mckinnon is not a coward. by AllThisAndLoveTooWillRuinUs on ao3 (@wishingitwerewolfstar)

6k words, also following marlene and dorcas during the first wizarding war so there is once again plenty of angst but this one has a slightly happier ending 💕

sweet as rot by vaindumbass on ao3 (again, if anyone happens to know their tumblr pls lmk!!)

7.3k words, au where dorcas and marlene are the ones to kill peter and go to azkaban instead of sirius. super super heavy angst but i love the writing it cracked me like an egg and scrambled me in a pan

‘81 by an anonymous ao3 user

4.7k words, au where marlene survived the war but everything else stayed the same, so it’s not dorlene so much as marlene figuring out how to move on after dorcas’s death which…yeah heavy angst once again lol (but beautifully written, of course 💕)