Lily “I Can’t Love You, Anymore” Evans.

Remus: [texting Sirius] im out rn so I can’t listen. Is it important?

Sirius: nah just listen to the voice message later

Remus: alr

[later]

Remus: *open voice message*

Sirius: THERES A FIRE- PETE!! YOURE MAKING IT WORSE STOP- (!!)

James: *screaming in pain*

Marlene: *laughing*

Peter: *screaming in fear*

James “shattered, as the crowd was screaming “more!” Potter.

Peter “I was grinning like I’m winning” Pettigrew.

Remus “I was hitting my marks, ‘cause I can do it with a broken heart” Lupin.

Sirius “I’m so depressed, I act like it’s my birthday” Black.

the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.

this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing. 

readers. like. reblog. leave a comment.

“Mom would you wash my back this once?” But it’s James Potter crying on his knees on his mothers bed, crying for her to come and hold him

Sokka: *can’t remember his mother’s face*

Katara: *can’t forget her mothers face*

Mary: does he make you laugh?

Lily: he doesn’t make me cry.

Rip Remus Lupin you would have loved The Dead Poets Department

“Do you wanna where I was April 29?”

Thinking about gay dead wizards ykyk

It feels so dystopian — that the Met Gala is happening right now and a genocide.