barty and evan in Art Heist, Baby! literally scream these motherfuckers

Marlene: anyone got a lighter?

Dorcas: nah, i don’t smoke

Barty: *passes Marlene a lighter* i don’t smoke either, i just like melting stuff

Marlene: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Remus and Sirius' conversation?

James: I'm in the laundry basket.

Peter: I'm in the washing machine.

Regulus: I'm in the closet.

Lily: We accept you Regulus <3

Regulus: No, I'm literally in the closet.

Dorcas: Love is love <3

Photo dump

I really like this one!!

Don’t tell me they wouldn’t put cucumbers on their eyes when they have a sleepover

Wolfstar AND Dorlene 🤯

I don't think it's a coincidence that I realised I wasn't straight around the same time that I entered the marauders fandom. I mean, have you seen these women?? I'm literally here as a lonely pathetic teenage girl, giggling and twirling my hair over fictional women from the 70s.

On that note, these women are so underrated in the fandom. I'm not saying that the dudes shouldn't get appreciation, but my girls need to be recognised more ‼️

Love the marauder's girlies, would marry any of them in an instant (yes any, they are all so <3)

dorcas can't see as she unlocks her phone, her sight blurred by her tears. she sniffs and wipes a tear away with her sleeve. her finger hovers over the call button.

it takes a deep breath and a few seconds until she finally manages to press it.

"hello..?" the voice on the other line is low and rough. he seems to have just woken up, dorcas almost feels bad for calling. almost.

she opens her mouth to speak, but her voice fails her. she sobs out. the man on the other line grows quiet.

it's not like him, she thinks, he's always so loud.

"where are you?" he asks. she can hear the rustling of sheets, and someone complains faintly. "dorcas, where are you?" he repeats his question.

there is a weird sense of relief at him being so worried about her. dorcas swallows, her hands shake. "close to marls old place," she replies shakily. "can you, ehrm, can you please pick me up?"

barty chuckles. "why do you think I was asking, 'cas?"

The way your music tastes slowly changes to ABBA, Bowie, Queen slowly as you start shipping a bunch of gay wizards.

did someone say girls? presenting the valkyrie 🫶🫶

green is dorcas, red is lily, yellow is marlene, pink is mary

this is my first drawing on my new ipad! hoping it looks good lol, im loving how this came out

Remus and Sirius going on cute little dates <333

hi in honour of july being dorlene month may i offer: the girls in suits <333

elle fanning's met gala look has such strong pandora energy like . hello !??!?!! the flowers !??! the ribbons !?!?! this was pandora at her wedding i Swear.

Can we talk about marauders muggle AU?

Not fame AU, even though I love it - just regular people AU.

Mary and Lily are interior decorators.

Marlene is a nursery teacher.

Pandora works at a garden centre, with one of those make-your-own pottery cafés.

Dorcas has her own alt clothing store.

Overall just the girls living in a quaint muggle village doing what they love with the people they love <3

I ❤️ transfem Dorcas.

wolfstar is skin and bone, dark jokes that you can't help but laugh at, cigarette stains on every surface, knitted jumpers fraying at the cuffs, record players scratching as they reach the end but you don't quite have the energy to get up and stop it, liquor spilling on the floor, shaky hands clasped in anothers, the night sky lit up and glowing, sharp edges with a softness that makes it all worth it, browns, and silvers, and gold, and black, the lingering smell of weed, old books, petrol, chocolate, and coconut oil, drunken and stoned rash decisions ending with tattoos and piercings and stolen kisses, arms and legs kicking and pushing fighting for the blanket in the middle of the night, myths and fables told and sung, the moon and stars echoing and clutching one another, screaming and crying for something that can't come to pass, something to good to be true, tragedy and romance, soulmates and fate, life's intertwined but broken and burning to the bitter end.

Peach Scone by Hobo Johnson is the most Remus Lupin coded song on the face of the planet