Marauders Are The Only Thing Keeping Me Alive - But They're Dead ... * Little Sob *

it's never too late to do better

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Introducing muggle cameras to James and him being excited to take pictures with reader 🥺🥺

oh goddddd when is it my turn

"One more, baby." James said to you, his eyes admiring you from the little square slot in the camera. "Good, smile for me. You look so good, pretty girl." He praises you, chuckling at your red cheeks.

"Jamie, c'mon. You've taken so many pictures of me you can practically cover our room in it." You tell him, walking over to where he was standing in front of you.

"Maybe that's what I was going for. It wouldn't look bad, y'know? These walls all stuck with little pictures of you, yeah I wouldn't be opposed to it." He grinned down at you, shaking the photograph in his hands.

You shook your head at him, bringing his chin down to meet you in a sweet kiss. James complies, letting you sway with him slowly. When the picture becomes clear, he smiles at you then kisses the square of the photograph. "My girl is absolutely perfect." He praises.

You can't help but bask in his conpliment, giggling lightly as you took the camera from his hands. "Let's go, the party's starting soon so we can't waste anymore time taking pictures." You reprimand him.

James takes the camera back from you, "We certainly can take a few more. I never want to forget this moment, baby. Come on, just a few pictures of us." He offers.

You can't turn down his offer, you never want to forget about this moment either. So you pull his hand toward your shared bed, sitting him down on the edge and climbing up his lap. You lean behind so your back meets his chest, your head slotting perfectly on the crook of his neck.

James directs the camera toward the both of you, counting down from 3 until the shutter sounds and the photograph slides out. There you are, both looking so cozy tangled in each other. James kisses you again, softly. "I love you so so much, pretty girl."

Eery winter day aesthetic

I'm such a "look at the moon" kind of person

this is so important to me actually?

I want to go and find antique bookstores and beautiful coffee shops with cobbled streets. Actually I want a library with a secret doorway disguised as a bookshelf that leads to a large , hidden place , where i can go and hide forever and maybe i found a way to a strange ancient world.

"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."

- Jane Austen

alright. fuck small talk. let’s overshare about our trauma while we listen to hozier and drink day old iced coffee.

"How come she married him? She hated him!"

"Nah she didn't..."

This is such an excruciating moment for Harry, he who was so unloved and neglected, his only wish was to be loved and part of an happy family.

I love Sirius' answer, just one word because this sounded so absurd to him absolutely unthinkable.