July282014

the-marauders-life:

thaliagracious:

do you ever cry because there was a group of friends called the marauders and they were childish and brave and smart and did everything together

and now they’re dead

(Source: themaruaderera)

7AM
santakatlan:

I’m gonna reblog this every day till someone does it.

santakatlan:

I’m gonna reblog this every day till someone does it.

(Source: tylerandhislife, via the-marauders-life)

7AM

clueless-gamer:

2snowy4u:

imivi:

jointeamfreewill:

gipsy-bones:

unicornpancakes:

ask-the-multishipper:

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oh god what did i do

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IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

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HOLY FUCKING COW.

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OKAY IT’S TRUE

imageWHAT

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???

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I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

WHAT HOW

I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?

(via the-marauders-life)

6AM

reblog this if you actually still love harry potter

c4cl31c1ous:

madwhovianwithabox:

snapegirl19:

sherpotter:

themaraudersboys:

bloomingengine:

fawkess:

thesarcasticmachine:

thesarcasticmachine:

wholockednerdfighter:

fawkess:

always

obviously

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How can one just stop loving Harry Potter?!

eternal love with this gif

After all this time?

We never left

we wouldn’t last two days without harry potter

Always

How can one just stop loving Harry Potter?!

We are the fandom that lived

(via the-marauders-life)

6AM
us-the-teens:

im following anyone that reblogs this.
no, you don’t have to be following me and yes i will really follow you.
doing this as an experiment then deleting this post at the end of summer.
Hoping to be following over 10,000 blogs by the end of august :)

us-the-teens:

im following anyone that reblogs this.

no, you don’t have to be following me and yes i will really follow you.

doing this as an experiment then deleting this post at the end of summer.

Hoping to be following over 10,000 blogs by the end of august :)

(via the-marauders-life)

6AM

the-marauders-life:

pocketpadfoot:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Remus Lupin lost all of his best friends in one night and spent 12 years thinking one of them was the murderer of the others and then it came out that he wasn’t but then that friend died anyway and just when he thought he could maybe build a life with someone he loved after all he was killed
Fuck everything

Nope nope NOPE NOOOOO!!!! NO! JUST NO!!! *intense sobbing*

6AM
myfunniesnotyrs:

italy-the-pasta-lover:

guesswhoscomingtodinnerlate:

experimentkyrii:

thetomboywithheadphones:

bunnyinthebasement:

dragonsateyourtoast:

thetomboywithheadphones:

leraggadyman:

thetomboywithheadphones:

So there’s this girl who sits next to me in Biology, and she is such a religious nut She literally lectured me today because apparently I took the lord’s name in vain when I said “Mother of god” and I was doing my nails right now and  got the idea of making them fandom related, and decided on making them about Supernatural. I’m pretty sure shes going to scream bloody murder and lecture me when she sees them tomorrow in class. oh well

Oh please do tell. This is gonna be great.

Update: I STILL CANT STOP LAUGHING SINCE THIS MORNING We were sitting in class today doing the assignment and I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She saw my nails and looked kinda freaked out, so she made a small cross with her fingers in her lap and then, I kid you not, whispered “Cristo.” so then just to freak her out, I flinched and turned to glare at her, and she looked so petrified she almost jumped out of her chair

YOU ARE MY HERO

Reblogging just for the caption. 

UPDATE: So today, just for the sake of curiosity  I wanted to see if she still legitimately believed I was a demon after having the weekend to mull it over. I was in homeroom, and she, 5 of my other friends, and I were all at our usual table, and she started ranting about something. (I should probably mention she hasn’t made eye contact with me since the incident on Friday) I looked up from what I was doing to ask what she was ranting about, and she said “I AM JUST SO FURIOUS. THEY’RE THINKING OF REMOVING “Under God” FROM THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE!” Seeing as we’re american, this is pretty much a huge deal? “WHY? GOD IS EVERYWHERE. GOD IS IN OUT EVERY BREATH. THEY’RE ALSO THINKING ABOUT REMOVING THE “In God we trust” FROM OUR CURRENCY. I AM JUST FURIOUS.” And so, every time she said the word “God” Id glare at her and lean a bit forward  She kept leaning backwards as to stay away from me, and then finally, after she finished ranting, all of my friends went into their own little conversations, and it was just the two of us left, so I let out a low growl at her and she covered her mouth with her hand and ran to the teacher’s desk to get away from me. I’m pretty positive she’s convinced I’m possessed by a demon. I admit, this one may have been a bit mean, but I was curious, sorry I’m not sorry. 

I know I already reblogged this but here’s the most recently updated one
omg
i’m done with everything i just
adksj;kdlfgl

This lady is my hero.

I can’t stop laughing…..I love you so much

Oh god, this is awesome. Dark humor rocks.

myfunniesnotyrs:

italy-the-pasta-lover:

guesswhoscomingtodinnerlate:

experimentkyrii:

thetomboywithheadphones:

bunnyinthebasement:

dragonsateyourtoast:

thetomboywithheadphones:

leraggadyman:

thetomboywithheadphones:

So there’s this girl who sits next to me in Biology, and she is such a religious nut She literally lectured me today because apparently I took the lord’s name in vain when I said “Mother of god” and I was doing my nails right now and  got the idea of making them fandom related, and decided on making them about Supernatural. I’m pretty sure shes going to scream bloody murder and lecture me when she sees them tomorrow in class. oh well

Oh please do tell. This is gonna be great.

Update: I STILL CANT STOP LAUGHING SINCE THIS MORNING We were sitting in class today doing the assignment and I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She saw my nails and looked kinda freaked out, so she made a small cross with her fingers in her lap and then, I kid you not, whispered “Cristo.” so then just to freak her out, I flinched and turned to glare at her, and she looked so petrified she almost jumped out of her chair

YOU ARE MY HERO

Reblogging just for the caption. 

UPDATE: So today, just for the sake of curiosity  I wanted to see if she still legitimately believed I was a demon after having the weekend to mull it over. I was in homeroom, and she, 5 of my other friends, and I were all at our usual table, and she started ranting about something. (I should probably mention she hasn’t made eye contact with me since the incident on Friday) I looked up from what I was doing to ask what she was ranting about, and she said “I AM JUST SO FURIOUS. THEY’RE THINKING OF REMOVING “Under God” FROM THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE!” Seeing as we’re american, this is pretty much a huge deal? “WHY? GOD IS EVERYWHERE. GOD IS IN OUT EVERY BREATH. THEY’RE ALSO THINKING ABOUT REMOVING THE “In God we trust” FROM OUR CURRENCY. I AM JUST FURIOUS.” And so, every time she said the word “God” Id glare at her and lean a bit forward  She kept leaning backwards as to stay away from me, and then finally, after she finished ranting, all of my friends went into their own little conversations, and it was just the two of us left, so I let out a low growl at her and she covered her mouth with her hand and ran to the teacher’s desk to get away from me. I’m pretty positive she’s convinced I’m possessed by a demon. I admit, this one may have been a bit mean, but I was curious, sorry I’m not sorry. 

I know I already reblogged this but here’s the most recently updated one

omg

i’m done with everything i just

adksj;kdlfgl

This lady is my hero.

I can’t stop laughing…..I love you so much

Oh god, this is awesome. Dark humor rocks.

(via the-marauders-life)

6AM

posthogwarts:

The Life and Times by Jewels5

Remus Lupin- Andrew Garfield

"The thing about family," Remus went on, "is that no matter what, if they ask you to forgive them… you have to forgive them. Because whatever stupid… fucked up thing they did, you know they’d still be willing to do anything for you if it came to it."

x- James Potter

6AM
heart-ablaze:

Professor Lupin sat at his desk in his classroom. The seats were empty, the room was lifeless and cold, but he didn’t notice. All his attention was on the parchment before him. It was yellowing, torn at the edges slightly, but it had a distinct look about it; there was no way he could have mistaken it for just any piece of parchment. The ageing parchment lay folded closed on his desk, his wand rested atop it, as he stared with weary eyes.
The parchment had found it’s way to Harry’s hands, somehow. He wanted to know how, but he didn’t ask. That was the mystery of the map, the mystery of the Marauders, one that Remus had never quite understood, but one he’d been endlessly grateful for. It didn’t matter how lost they’d gotten, or how far they’d strayed from each other over the years; they always found their way back. And the map had done the same, it had found James’ son, and now it was back in Remus’ possession.
But what did it mean now? What did the map stand for? James and Peter were dead. Sirius Black was a wanted criminal and the map was just a map. It was no symbol, or sign. It was just a map. So why was he making such a big deal about it?
He looked to the fireplace to his left, and took the map in his hand. He went to throw it into the flames as pain overcame him. But when he tried to let go, he found the parchment glued to his hand. He stared with wide eyes at the parchment, placing it back on the table were it let go of his skin. He slowly, and reluctantly, picked up his wand and uttered the words he hadn’t said in many years,
“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”
As the words escaped his mouth, the parchment sprung to life, the familiar ink spreading the pages like a web of memories, dancing into the shapes of the walls and rooms and dots of people. The rooms he’d forgotten, the corridors discovered in the early years, the trouble they’d caused and the memories they’d created. His eyes welled, closing them quickly as he let his memories overcome him. 
He remembered meeting the boys on the train, apologising for barging into their carriage, but being forced to stay and chat with them by none other than Sirius Black. He remembered the four of them being sorted into Gryffindor, and how the house cheered in bellows so loud his ears rang for hours. He thought about the detentions, and the fights, and the wounds and gashes and blood loss. He thought about the night that the others confronted him about his lycanthropy; telling him that they’d figured out a way to help him if he would only let them. He recalled his anger, yelling that he would not under any circumstance be responsible for his friends deaths. He vividly remembered James Potter’s resolved face as he calmly responded with; “I don’t have any brothers, Remus. But if I did, I do the same for them. You’re my brother, our brother, and you will let us do this for you.” He remembered the day he was beaten to a bloody pulp by the Slytherin’s, the day he crawled back into the common room as he coughed up blood and blacked out on the carpet; he remembered how James, Sirius and Peter were given 3 months detention each and risked expulsion for sending Nott and Malfoy to St Mungo’s for 6 weeks. He remembered Gryffindor’s first win with James as captain, and the countless victories that came after. He remembered Peter’s first girlfriend, Josie Netler; a tiny blonde bint with the IQ of a flobberworm, but Peter fancied her nonetheless. As well as the stream of women that competed for the spot on Sirius’ arm. He remembered the boys pestering him to pick a girl, to ask one to Hogsmeade, snog one in a broom cupboard; and every time they were answered with “What girl could possibly want a monster?” and each time in return Remus received a sharp blow to the stomach. He remembered their dorm, every detail from Sirius’ unmade bed, and Peters awful smelling school shoes, to James’ stash of Honeydukes that he thought no one knew about. He recalled no specific memory, but just one of them laughing in their dorm, grinning at each other as they laughed, Remus’ face was young and happy and… and home. He remembered the day after their last N.E.W.T exam, the feeling of the sun on their skin and the world in front of them. He remembered  looking back at the school as they boarded the train for the last time, and he remembered thinking that there was no way he could have survived without the three of them. He remember James and Lily’s wedding, and meeting Harry for the first time, babysitting him. He remembered their funeral, the feeling of having his heart ripped from his chest at the sight of the pair of tombstones, and the feeling that neither Sirius nor Peter were beside him. He remembered that, and he had been remembering it for 12 years.
Remus opened his eyes finally, to realise he’d been breathing heavily and tears had stained his cheeks. He dropped the map down on his desk and wiped the tears from his face, exhaling slowly to calm his breath. What did any of it matter now? It was all in the past and there was no going back to those days.
He picked up his wand and muttered sadly, “Mischief Managed.” But before the ink faded completely from the parchment, a message appeared. One he had not been expecting. A memory came flooding back to him; It was something James had morbidly thought to add when the war started getting awful, he’d enchanted it with a message that only Marauders using the map could see if one of the others had passed. But Remus frowned as he read the name after the message.
Prongs.
Prongs, but no Wormtail.
“Those of us may be gone, and you may remain, but know this; Our mischief is never truly done, brother. See you on the other side.” – Prongs.
Peter Pettigrew was alive.  
[Another request from the lovely wandering-but-not-lost-forever]

heart-ablaze:

Professor Lupin sat at his desk in his classroom. The seats were empty, the room was lifeless and cold, but he didn’t notice. All his attention was on the parchment before him. It was yellowing, torn at the edges slightly, but it had a distinct look about it; there was no way he could have mistaken it for just any piece of parchment. The ageing parchment lay folded closed on his desk, his wand rested atop it, as he stared with weary eyes.

The parchment had found it’s way to Harry’s hands, somehow. He wanted to know how, but he didn’t ask. That was the mystery of the map, the mystery of the Marauders, one that Remus had never quite understood, but one he’d been endlessly grateful for. It didn’t matter how lost they’d gotten, or how far they’d strayed from each other over the years; they always found their way back. And the map had done the same, it had found James’ son, and now it was back in Remus’ possession.

But what did it mean now? What did the map stand for? James and Peter were dead. Sirius Black was a wanted criminal and the map was just a map. It was no symbol, or sign. It was just a map. So why was he making such a big deal about it?

He looked to the fireplace to his left, and took the map in his hand. He went to throw it into the flames as pain overcame him. But when he tried to let go, he found the parchment glued to his hand. He stared with wide eyes at the parchment, placing it back on the table were it let go of his skin. He slowly, and reluctantly, picked up his wand and uttered the words he hadn’t said in many years,

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

As the words escaped his mouth, the parchment sprung to life, the familiar ink spreading the pages like a web of memories, dancing into the shapes of the walls and rooms and dots of people. The rooms he’d forgotten, the corridors discovered in the early years, the trouble they’d caused and the memories they’d created. His eyes welled, closing them quickly as he let his memories overcome him. 

He remembered meeting the boys on the train, apologising for barging into their carriage, but being forced to stay and chat with them by none other than Sirius Black. He remembered the four of them being sorted into Gryffindor, and how the house cheered in bellows so loud his ears rang for hours. He thought about the detentions, and the fights, and the wounds and gashes and blood loss. He thought about the night that the others confronted him about his lycanthropy; telling him that they’d figured out a way to help him if he would only let them. He recalled his anger, yelling that he would not under any circumstance be responsible for his friends deaths. He vividly remembered James Potter’s resolved face as he calmly responded with; “I don’t have any brothers, Remus. But if I did, I do the same for them. You’re my brother, our brother, and you will let us do this for you.” He remembered the day he was beaten to a bloody pulp by the Slytherin’s, the day he crawled back into the common room as he coughed up blood and blacked out on the carpet; he remembered how James, Sirius and Peter were given 3 months detention each and risked expulsion for sending Nott and Malfoy to St Mungo’s for 6 weeks. He remembered Gryffindor’s first win with James as captain, and the countless victories that came after. He remembered Peter’s first girlfriend, Josie Netler; a tiny blonde bint with the IQ of a flobberworm, but Peter fancied her nonetheless. As well as the stream of women that competed for the spot on Sirius’ arm. He remembered the boys pestering him to pick a girl, to ask one to Hogsmeade, snog one in a broom cupboard; and every time they were answered with “What girl could possibly want a monster?” and each time in return Remus received a sharp blow to the stomach. He remembered their dorm, every detail from Sirius’ unmade bed, and Peters awful smelling school shoes, to James’ stash of Honeydukes that he thought no one knew about. He recalled no specific memory, but just one of them laughing in their dorm, grinning at each other as they laughed, Remus’ face was young and happy and… and home. He remembered the day after their last N.E.W.T exam, the feeling of the sun on their skin and the world in front of them. He remembered  looking back at the school as they boarded the train for the last time, and he remembered thinking that there was no way he could have survived without the three of them. He remember James and Lily’s wedding, and meeting Harry for the first time, babysitting him. He remembered their funeral, the feeling of having his heart ripped from his chest at the sight of the pair of tombstones, and the feeling that neither Sirius nor Peter were beside him. He remembered that, and he had been remembering it for 12 years.

Remus opened his eyes finally, to realise he’d been breathing heavily and tears had stained his cheeks. He dropped the map down on his desk and wiped the tears from his face, exhaling slowly to calm his breath. What did any of it matter now? It was all in the past and there was no going back to those days.

He picked up his wand and muttered sadly, “Mischief Managed.” But before the ink faded completely from the parchment, a message appeared. One he had not been expecting. A memory came flooding back to him; It was something James had morbidly thought to add when the war started getting awful, he’d enchanted it with a message that only Marauders using the map could see if one of the others had passed. But Remus frowned as he read the name after the message.

Prongs.

Prongs, but no Wormtail.

“Those of us may be gone, and you may remain, but know this; Our mischief is never truly done, brother. See you on the other side.” – Prongs.

Peter Pettigrew was alive.  

[Another request from the lovely wandering-but-not-lost-forever]

6AM

the-marauders-life:

Andrew Garfield as Remus Lupin

Aaron Johnson as James Potter

Ben Barnes as Sirius Black

Jesse Eisnberg as Peter Pettigrew

AM NOW TAKING IMAGINES/MARAUDERS REACTIONS/ONE-SHOTS REQUESTS !!!!!!! SUBMIT YOUR REQUEST IN THE ASK BOX!!!!!!

6AM

dudewheresthefrigginpie:

How is it that everyone in the Harry Potter fandom agrees that Andrew Garfield is Remus Lupin, Ben Barnes is Sirius Black, Aaron Johnson is James Potter and Karen Gillian is Lily Evans like DID I MISS OUT ON A MOVIE OR SOMETHING

6AM

(Source: deadlupin)

6AM

The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard’s robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with grey.

(Source: frankysfitzgerald-hasmoved)

6AM

Marauders Appreciation Week [3/7] - One Marauders AU

Harry and Ginny, sensing a disturbance in the force, rethink the naming of their second child.

5AM
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