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A little bit of this, a little bit of that..

Harry Potter, Lily and James,The Marauders, TLaT, Fanfictions and Headcanons,Disney, Jane Austen, Fashion, Gossip Girl, Audrey Hepburn
Sep 19 '14
fantasy-is-the-best-reality:

James to Lily like:  “C’mon, Evans.”

fantasy-is-the-best-reality:

James to Lily like:
“C’mon, Evans.”

Sep 19 '14

tls-doomed-delights:

myheartheartsbooks:

Hardcovers for aesthetics.
Paperbacks to read.
Ebooks to travel.

The holy trinity of book lovers.

Sep 18 '14
"Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who don’t know a damn thing except the fact that they’re willing to figure it out together."
Sep 18 '14
Sep 17 '14

occupational hazards

bigquidditchhero:

for that AU prompt, one night stand before the first day of your new job and oops that was your boss you were sleeping with. I don’t know if this makes sense. I shouldn’t write after midnight.

It all happened so fast.

At the time it seemed like a good idea. She’d had nothing else to do except stay at home feeling nervous all evening, probably not sleeping on top of it (of course, she still didn’t end up getting much sleep, but –) and Mary’s suggestion that they go out, to take her mind off the next day, had been so much more appealing. “Let’s drink like we’re twenty again,” she said, and bundled them off to that new club on the other side of the city.

That was only the beginning.

The Tube’s jam-packed, and Lily squeezes herself into a miniscule space by the doors, clinging onto her coffee for dear life and desperately trying not to breathe in the tobacco haze wafting from her neighbour, because her stomach is already churning and there’s a thumping pain in her head and it’s only half past eight in the sodding morning. She closes her eyes and leans back as the train starts to move. A wave of regret washes over her with every throb to her temple; it’s her own stupid fault that she’s feeling so utterly crap, and she’s sure she looks awful too because she only had time for a ten-second shower once she got back to her place, and if this isn’t the worst way to start a new job then -

Fuck. Fucking hell. She grinds a fist against her forehead, screwing up her eyes: she can still hear the music from the club, remembers having to shout over it, and then there was no music, but instead the hysterical laughter of the very drunk, and then there was just heavy breathing and … fuck.

The worst thing is that if she wasn’t on the way to the first day of her new job, a really big fucking deal, then she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t regret it. Drunk she might have been, but she remembers it being fun, fumbly and messy and probably really awkward but still fun and – she remembers laughing a lot, both at the club and then afterwards. He had a big laugh. And he wore glasses; she remembers tossing them aside, just before he tripped over her shoes …

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Sep 15 '14

asylum-art:

Limzy Wei: Flowergirls

artist on tumblr

Malaysian artist Lim Zhi Wei adorns her watercolors entitled “ Flowergirls” with real flowers, to a stunning effect.
Sep 15 '14

perks of the underground

padfootdidit:

I have an art project to finish so have an unedited au drabble. Prompt’s been changed slightly and although it’s muggle, it’s set in the 1980’s.

"accidentally fell in your lap while standing on this crowded bus" au (x)

Why Mary had decided it was a good idea to meet at Oxford Circus was beyond Lily. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t have just met at Camden Town - where they were going. And the London Underground was always packed, whatever station, but Oxford Circus was definitely the busiest. They’d just stopped at St Paul’s and although that meant only three more stops, even more people had boarded than at Bank. Lily didn’t think there’d be enough oxygen left in the carriage if any more people got on. 

At least if more people got on, they might block her chest from the view of several leering men. Lily wanted to zip up her leather jacket but she couldn’t even move her hand to adjust her headphones, let alone pull the zipper up to her neck.

The train slid to a halt at Chancery Lane and there was a surge of movement as people tried to step off the train and get on it at the same time. Lily clung on to the hoop above her head as she was pushed around and swore when someone wearing Docs trod heavily on her foot. Next time she met up with her best friend to go shopping, they were going to get a taxi. And Mary could pay for it.

Finally everyone had jostled each other around enough to find room and the doors closed. She stumbled as the train lurched forwards and felt a hand squeeze her bum. Immediately she lifted her foot up and stamped it down and the hand left her bum. The redhead couldn’t turn around to see who it’d been but it was such a normal occurrence on the underground, she wasn’t even too bothered.

When they stopped at Holborn however, Lily managed to maneuver herself away from where she’d been before and closer to the seats. It was only when the train pulled sharply out of the station that she realised that there were no hoops for her to hold on to and she stumbled, falling backwards as the train sped up and landing directly on someone’s lap.

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Sep 14 '14
behindthebloom:

Watch the creative stages behind Jonny Duddle’s beautiful new UK cover for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in this exclusive GIF.

behindthebloom:

Watch the creative stages behind Jonny Duddle’s beautiful new UK cover for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in this exclusive GIF.

Sep 13 '14

fandompostsdaily:

The Marauders hanging out in class the day after a full moon when suddenly a terrified hufflepuff says to them, “Did you hear? There were werewolf tracks found on school grounds last night,” and all the Marauders dramatically gasp and say in hushed voices, “Whaaaat?”

Sep 13 '14

marauders4evr:

Does anyone else find it heartbreakingly ironic that Ron basically became Harry’s brother and gave him a place to stay during the holidays so that he didn’t have to go back to a home where he was neglected and abused and instead could be with a real family…and this is the same exact thing that James did for Sirius?

Sep 13 '14

malfoygrangers:

MARAUDERS HEADCANON: Remus and James losing the map
Sep 13 '14

It’s been fourteen years, and still not a day goes by that I don’t miss your dad.

Sep 13 '14
"You’d have thought Black and Potter were brothers! Inseparable!"
Professor Filius Flitwick, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (via marauders-fanfilm)
Sep 13 '14

jilyislife asked:

WOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO YOU SHOULD WRITE A FF IN EXACTLY FIVE SENTANCES WOW YOU SHOULD DO THAT OKAY YOUR PROMPT IS SOCKS

lilypxtter:

omg ollie :’) here you go:

"JAMES POTTER," Lily Potter was not happy. The entirety of her rather extensive sock collection had disappeared overnight, and the major suspect was her husband.

The criminal stuck his head around the corner, smiling oh-so-innocently, “Yes, dear?”

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SOCKS."

"Sorry, Lily," he said, and as he spoke, a tiny black head peeked around his legs, almost an exact miniature replica of his father’s, "I’m putting on a puppet show for Harry. Did you need them back?"

Sep 13 '14
icriedwhenjilydied:

She and He
She’s going to tell him today. She has been putting it off for almost two weeks now, waiting to see if the git would figure it out, but all he’s done is fight the bloody war. All day, and sometimes all night. She thinks he has forgotten how to love her.
He is in an unusually (for these days) good mood today. He feels like it’s been weeks since he has properly talked to her, kissed her, made love to her. The war keeps rearing its ugly head. He thinks it’s about time he shows her just how much he loves her.
She finds him propped up at the kitchen table, leaning his chair back on two legs. A vivid memory of a sixteen-year old James toppling off his chair at the Gryffindor table halfway though the usual ‘All right, Evans?’ as the entire Great Hall echoed with laughter floats up in front of her eyes. She stifles a chuckle. He turns his head around and looks at her. She has a fond smile playing on her lips and an even fonder look in her eyes. And it’s all for him. He gets up and kisses her.
She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him. As their lips collide, their hearts bump against each other, too. It’s where they belong: together. He tastes like the war: rough, warm and smoky. It’s only logical; the war is part of him, now. She suddenly remembers what she needs to tell him.
He entangles his fingers in her hair, relishing the feel of the tangled red locks. No, no, don’t pull back, Lily. Why is she moving away from him? He tries to slip his hands around her waist.
She gently catches his hands and entwines them with hers.
“Sit, James.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Sit, James,”
He reluctantly plops back down on the chair, automatically leaning it back again.
“So?”
She tries to stall.
“How did the Hogsmeade raid go? I heard you caught a couple of those arsehats in masks?”
He knows she’s not telling him something.
“It was okay. Dumbledore’s taken them to his office. They’d be lucky to come out in one piece, the bastards.”
She agrees, lips curving up into a tiny smile.
“We’re lucky we came out in one piece, aren’t we? That time in sixth year after we’d had that particularly gruesome duel? I was sure we were goners, then,” she grins reminiscently.
“Well, considering the fact that I was covered in singing warts and you were completely orange; I think we did pretty well,” he laughs. “The shade did look rather fetching on you, though,”
She smacks him lightly. “Fancy some warts, James? This time it’ll be “God Save the Queen”, don’t worry,”
He smirks and leans in. Their lips are touching, but not quite. “Try me.”
“I’m pregnant.” Lily whispers, right against his lips.
James falls off his chair.
She knew he would. Truth be told, she probably intended him to. The twit deserved to have some falls, now and again, great big ego that he had. She giggles, and crouches down next to him.
He’s not quite sure what just happened. Did she…had she…was Lily—
“Yes, James. I’m pregnant. About a month and a half down the line.”
He is still sprawled on the cold floor, lanky limbs all over the place. He stares at her, unblinkingly. They were going to—
“We’re having a child, Potter. Now, get your skinny arse off the floor and kiss me properly.”
Her crisp voice and bright green eyes penetrate his daze. It finally dawns on him.
She clearly sees the whirlwind of emotions that speed across his handsome face.
Shock, then confusion. Realization follows comprehension. Excitement morphs into joy, until one final emotion dominates his features. Euphoria.
He promptly slips off his elbows.
She bursts into loud guffaws, twisting around to lie down next to her husband.
He rubs his head and shoots her a reproachful look.
“You knew I’d fall off.”
“Of course, love.” She wiggles closer until she’s almost lying on his stomach, and rests her head on his chest.
He tilts her chin gently, so she’s looking into his eyes.
Green to hazel, hazel to green. Just like it’s always been.
“We, are going to be, the best parents ever.” He announces proudly. She beams back.
“Do you know how to change a nappy, James?”
“Why do you think I’m friends with Remus and Sirius?”
“Shut up.”
“Gladly.”
She kisses him.
He hasn’t forgotten, after all.

icriedwhenjilydied:

She and He

She’s going to tell him today. She has been putting it off for almost two weeks now, waiting to see if the git would figure it out, but all he’s done is fight the bloody war. All day, and sometimes all night. She thinks he has forgotten how to love her.

He is in an unusually (for these days) good mood today. He feels like it’s been weeks since he has properly talked to her, kissed her, made love to her. The war keeps rearing its ugly head. He thinks it’s about time he shows her just how much he loves her.

She finds him propped up at the kitchen table, leaning his chair back on two legs. A vivid memory of a sixteen-year old James toppling off his chair at the Gryffindor table halfway though the usual ‘All right, Evans?’ as the entire Great Hall echoed with laughter floats up in front of her eyes. She stifles a chuckle. He turns his head around and looks at her. She has a fond smile playing on her lips and an even fonder look in her eyes. And it’s all for him. He gets up and kisses her.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him. As their lips collide, their hearts bump against each other, too. It’s where they belong: together. He tastes like the war: rough, warm and smoky. It’s only logical; the war is part of him, now. She suddenly remembers what she needs to tell him.

He entangles his fingers in her hair, relishing the feel of the tangled red locks. No, no, don’t pull back, Lily. Why is she moving away from him? He tries to slip his hands around her waist.

She gently catches his hands and entwines them with hers.

“Sit, James.”

“Are you mad at me?”

Sit, James,”

He reluctantly plops back down on the chair, automatically leaning it back again.

“So?”

She tries to stall.

“How did the Hogsmeade raid go? I heard you caught a couple of those arsehats in masks?”

He knows she’s not telling him something.

“It was okay. Dumbledore’s taken them to his office. They’d be lucky to come out in one piece, the bastards.”

She agrees, lips curving up into a tiny smile.

“We’re lucky we came out in one piece, aren’t we? That time in sixth year after we’d had that particularly gruesome duel? I was sure we were goners, then,” she grins reminiscently.

“Well, considering the fact that I was covered in singing warts and you were completely orange; I think we did pretty well,” he laughs. “The shade did look rather fetching on you, though,”

She smacks him lightly. “Fancy some warts, James? This time it’ll be “God Save the Queen”, don’t worry,”

He smirks and leans in. Their lips are touching, but not quite. “Try me.”

“I’m pregnant.” Lily whispers, right against his lips.

James falls off his chair.

She knew he would. Truth be told, she probably intended him to. The twit deserved to have some falls, now and again, great big ego that he had. She giggles, and crouches down next to him.

He’s not quite sure what just happened. Did she…had she…was Lily—

“Yes, James. I’m pregnant. About a month and a half down the line.”

He is still sprawled on the cold floor, lanky limbs all over the place. He stares at her, unblinkingly. They were going to—

“We’re having a child, Potter. Now, get your skinny arse off the floor and kiss me properly.”

Her crisp voice and bright green eyes penetrate his daze. It finally dawns on him.

She clearly sees the whirlwind of emotions that speed across his handsome face.

Shock, then confusion. Realization follows comprehension. Excitement morphs into joy, until one final emotion dominates his features. Euphoria.

He promptly slips off his elbows.

She bursts into loud guffaws, twisting around to lie down next to her husband.

He rubs his head and shoots her a reproachful look.

“You knew I’d fall off.”

“Of course, love.” She wiggles closer until she’s almost lying on his stomach, and rests her head on his chest.

He tilts her chin gently, so she’s looking into his eyes.

Green to hazel, hazel to green. Just like it’s always been.

“We, are going to be, the best parents ever.” He announces proudly. She beams back.

“Do you know how to change a nappy, James?”

“Why do you think I’m friends with Remus and Sirius?”

“Shut up.”

“Gladly.”

She kisses him.

He hasn’t forgotten, after all.