Cosmic_LoveBug

I can tell that Nolan attempted to tap into some of these themes. Like I can see where he tried. But did I feel it? Was I invested the same way I was when I read the book, or while watching other adaptations? Absolutely not.

There are many, many reasons why that is--a lot of it coming down to the way it was written, but others have covered the film's wide scope of criticisms already, and why this adaptation fell a bit flat.

When I grow up

AHHH so sorry it took me ages to answer this, i really wanted to give my babies justice and write them as well as possible because yeah i love them so so much

they were so close as kids that for a while they both genuinely thought it had to be romantic. all those big feelings, the constant need to be around each other, the way they lit up when the other walked in the room. they tried. a couple of awkward dates, one painfully fumbling attempt at shagging that ended with them staring at the ceiling in mutual “yeah… no,” and then the biggest sigh of relief when they realised all their big feelings are strictly platonic.

mary never said it out loud but it meant the world that sirius always watched her drink when they went out, even when she forgot. she felt safest with him, like she could let loose and have the absolute time of her life without scanning the room for weirdos. he was her built-in protector and she was his.

mary always says hello by cupping sirius’s face for a second and kissing his cheek. sirius answers by kissing the top of her head while half-hugging her, usually because she’s already walking away before he’s finished saying hello.

they shared half a wardrobe so thoroughly they genuinely couldn’t tell whose jeans were whose anymore. “are these mine or yours?” “who cares, they look better on me anyway.”

after the prank, mary was louder than anyone. she was furious. not because sirius had made a mistake, she knew him too well to believe one mistake defined him, but because he disappeared afterwards. because he decided, all on his own, that he didn’t deserve them anymore. she wanted to shake him. scream at him. tell him he wasn’t allowed to make that choice for everyone else. she would rather spend the rest of her life being angry at sirius than spend it without him in it.

no more sadness i promise!!! carrying on - they’re both the giggly type of drunk. mary ends up sprawled half on top of him, whispering the dumbest shit in his ear until he’s wheezing. he keeps adding to the joke, making it stupider and stupider, and suddenly she’s gasping “sirius stop i’m gonna piss myself” while tears of laughter run down her face. he doesn’t stop. she has to physically clamp her hand over his mouth, both of them shaking with silent laughter, eyes shining.

sirius calls her “macdonald” in the most affectionate drawl when he’s proud of her, and mary calls him “black” like it’s the highest compliment.

sirius thinks mary is one of the bravest people he knows because she never bends herself to make other people comfortable. she has a spectacular no-bullshit detector and she is physically incapable of lying to him if he asks for her opinion. every outfit, every haircut, every “do you think i should invite remus?” goes through mary first. if she says no, he doesn’t ask why. he just changes it.

whenever one of them has good news, the other always finds out first. sometimes before parents. sometimes before partners. they don’t even think about it anymore.

they never knock before walking into each other’s dorms. everyone else gave up complaining sometime around third year.

mary is the only person who can tell sirius to shut up without him taking it as a challenge. sirius is the only person who can drag mary away from an argument before she starts a fight.