Sillies

the eyes, they never lie

actualizado, AL FIN!

(casi 19hrs después de medianoche sigue siendo después de medianoche, yo no inventé las reglas)

el siguiente capítulo de "a través de los años" está en proceso, pero advierto que mi cerebro está a baja capacidad y es más probable que actualice pasada la medianoche.

marauders band au / blackinnon

remus: she came to one of our concerts once. i mean, she came every time she could. but that time she went full glam. brought a few of her models friends with her. sirius pulled them onto the stage.

james: i wanted lily up there too, but she said if i started flirting with her right in front of everyone then they’ll start questioning who the others were. made her regret it though (laughs). people next day thought me and mary were a thing.

peter: that was the last time we saw her wearing her hair long. she jumped on the platform with me. flirted with remus and sirius both. dance with all her friends, but people could only stare at her. she was dynamite. i don’t even think she was on something. i don’t. it was just her pure energy.

james: sirius pulled her to the front. made her sang with him the chorus.

remus: people went nuts. none of us new she could sing. her voice was raw, a little raspy, like she had pebbles on her throat but somehow they melted on your ears.

peter: she disappeared from the public eye for a while after that.

(pls pls pls picture marlene in miley cyrus outfit for her mother’s daughter performance at tinderbox festival. obviously the leather jacket would’ve been sirius’)

OMG WAIT (see here the concept)

what if the story begins with gilderoy surprising peter with a wedding for his anniversary (better late than never) and all their friends join them in the honeymoon (codependency at its best) and all hell break lose?

sirius trying to down play the fact that he’s going mad having marlene constantly watching out for him because he knows is out of love.

the potters acting as their parents.

remus bringing tonks for the first time on a holiday with them.

The most hardcore thing that Harry James Potter ever did was not, contrary to popular belief, the “there’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor” incident, but instead was either the time that he

a) laid into one of the people he respected most in the world (and the only authority figure in his life offering him help in one of the most desperate situations he’d ever been in) for leaving his pregnant wife, going “man, you’re inhibited by your own self-loathing and fear? That’s rough. That really sucks. But you know what trumps that? RESPONSIBILITY. You brought a child into the world. You’re a father now. You’re scared? Walk it off. Walk it off AAAAAALLLL THE WAY BACK HOME. And say hi to Tonks for me.”

or

b) he willingly let himself be murdered, came back from the dead, walked back onto the battlefield, stared his own killer dead in the eyes completely unimpressed and called him “Tom”

Going back to old writing is either just like:

1. “Who wrote this masterpiece?! It was ME?!”

2. “Who wrote this absolute shit? Oh fuck my life, that was me, wasn’t it?”

people will see a fandom thing and be like "why isn't this a fanfic" "why is there no fanfic about this" my brother in christ, because you're not writing it

marlene and sirius fucking in the quidditch changing rooms, both covered in dirt, wet from rain, smiling like grass, and trying to keep each other quiet