#atyd jily

[messervixen]

“The Black Dog”

“The Prophecy”

“Peter”

Okay Taylor that’s enough feeding the theories for one day-

[popcornhee]

Marauders! *everyone claps*

[moonyandtoasts]

Inspired by one particular tiktok sound ♥️

[vinjil]

Sirius: Remus is just awesome in bed, do you know?

Regulus: Do you know that James is much better?

Sirius: shut up! Remus is the best!

Sirius:..

Sirius: Stop, did you say James?

[siriusly0guys]

pandora and barty have a secret made up language they invented when they were 11 and still use it years later

regulus has been trying and failing to decipher it for years

[secretacount]

Ok so I finished Atyd.. when am I going to be mentally well again?

[waddle-avocado]

Just guys being dudes

[brokoala-soup]

the summer of '77 is my roman empire

those kids never knew what life had up for them and within 5 years of it, half of them were dead, one quarter didn't know that the other quarter was still alive and all of them were broken

[divkazkdovikde]

there’s is nothing that hurts more than reading a fucking canon compliant marauders fanfic. fucking hell. yet i do it again and again and again because fuck, it makes me feel things. but… it fucking hurts man.

[alejandraa6002]

The way the marauders fandom is fuck*ng insane??? We will finish a fanfic where all the characters end up dead just so we can start another one that will have the exact same end.

We really love suffering

[that-bitch-kat3]

marlene: so have you told james that you fancy him?

lily: no but i’ve been dropping hints

james, walking by: hey evans

lily: i hate you

[simplymoons]

The Men of the Marauder Era (social media au)

[fallingbutnotforyou]

here’s a terrible sketch of sirius being a third wheel 🧍🧍

[moonyandtoasts]

October is officially a Jily month so I had to do Lily ❤️

[alexsays-no]

[something-tragic-and-pretty]

Petunia Dursley visited the grave of her sister once. One crisp winter morning. She walked through Godrick’s hollow with a heavy heart, only intending to stay for five minutes. She is unsure of the path to the grave, not having attended the funeral so she wanders. Brushing snow off various headstones. She is completely alone, except for a crumpled figure in a brown patched coat, a bundle of Lilies in his hand. She watches him for a moment, his mouth moving without speaking, snow collected in his hair, tears almost frozen down his cheeks. She feels an intense urge to go over to that man and comfort him. To tell him it will get better. But she doesn’t. She stands from a distance and watches. She stands there for a good half an hour, waiting, not even sure for what. The man leaves, his head angled down, hands in his pockets. Petunia watched the retreating figure with sadness. She turns to leave to, casting one last look over the cemetery, figuring she’ll mourn in her own way. And she leaves. And never returns. And she thinks about that man from time to time. And hopes he is doing better now. She never finds out where her sisters grave is, or that Remus Lupin is now buried next to the graves he sat by for so long.