Currently watching Prisoner of Azkaban

It’s fine because I’m actually using a secret technique called writing it in my head and nowhere else.

I really don’t want to be that person, but a reminder that this is tumblr and it survives off reblogs (middle icon)

This is not to say I particularly care about notes (in regards to my post) but if you want to find blogs that are safe for jily fans you guys need to reblog more often.

Call me back when tumblr is a safe place for jily enjoyers please

The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

Flowers teach hope and patience. Flowers teach tenderness. Flowers teach futility and amazement. You know me, I am always willing to learn. Besides, it is spring. The beautiful forces of nature refuse to remain silent and I feel like observing everything.

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to J. M. Murry written c. April 1922

so I’m still not mentally great but I really wanted to share the posts that I’ve liked the past week or two so enjoy the spam

someone said that the marauders lived the teenage years the golden trio didn’t and the golden trio lived the adult life the marauders couldn’t and i seriously needed a moment to reflect cause wtf

Does anyone know this fic?!?! It sounds so cute and now I want it !

At the end of the day, it's just a girl and her jily fic drafts that she constantly rereads as she giggles to herself.

Euphemia: Minerva! Welcome in. James: Minerva? Uhh, her first name is 'Professor'.

Limited Vocabulary

Read on Ao3 || 3k Words || Rated E || Jily First War AU Smut

UPDATED 4/18/24 - a bit longer & a lot juicier ;) @jilymicro-oops based on the jilymicrofic prompt: urge Lily and James never got together, too busy being afraid of the war, too busy fighting it. But some urges are simply too hard to fight, especially when you're alone, hurt, and there's a soft fire going...

“Lily…” he responded, reaching up to wipe one of them away. When he went to pull his hand away, she pressed it back against her cheek, holding it there. “Lily,” he said again, that same look in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can be your partner on missions anymore…” she whispered, staring at him as her heart pounded. He furrowed his brows and pulled his hand back, though neither of them let go, their hands tangled messily together. “Why?” He sounded so hurt, she was sure he didn’t understand. He hadn’t seen the look in her eyes. Her heart was in her throat now, but she thought of them lying with the broken bits of building, thought of fate. “Because…” Maybe all they’d ever have was this night in this quiet house, for once away from the madness. But she needed it all the same. Needed to feel for herself what those looks meant. Swallowing hard, she twisted her hand around to lace their fingers firmly together, and tugged him forward. They fell together like they’d always been meant to, his free hand coming to her waist, her hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. When their lips met, Lily was sure this was the first time she was truly breathing. His mouth was astonishingly soft, and she wanted to cry with relief at the feel of it. “James,” she mumbled against him, and he moaned softly, and she was floating. 

Read the rest on Ao3!

ship so good they’re doomed by the narrative

I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.

there's something so beautiful about jily because i KNOW for a fact that they both came back from summer of fifth year as changed people.

James would've gotten a lot more serious; between the war getting worse and Sirius running away to his house, he would've realized that the world's not great right now and it would've definitely given him a wake up call. Bonus points if someone he knows died/got injured from a Death Eater attack. Anyway, he would've been a lot more mature by the time he started 6th year. To his friends, maybe he would've been the same James, because in their eyes, there was never anything wrong with him. But to other people, the change would've been evident.

Lily would've been a lot more horrified with herself, and very lonely. She lost her closest friend just a few months before, and it would've been taking a toll on her. Now that she's well aware of how nasty Snape was, she would realize the weight of his fascism and the upcoming war. Maybe it would be a lovely morning when she read the Daily Prophet about a Muggleborn getting murdered and realized, That could've been Severus murdering her, in a different life.

And I can just SEE them interacting neutrally, because neither has the time or the energy to think about the other. They're both so caught up with the wizarding war. Maybe, they'd be acquaintances by the end of sixth year.

Then comes seventh year, where they're appointed Head Boy and Head Girl, and THAT'S when the romance starts to happen. The blushing, the stuttering, the realization of oh shit, i'm in love.

For James, it would maybe be an afterthought, like okay. I'm in love with this girl, but I've got other things to focus on right now. But Lily would panic, try to fight it- but in the end, she can't help but love him. He fell first, she fell harder.

And then...well...the rest is canon :))

I will always love tall Sirius Black. He is in my heart forever. I love that Harry notices that about him. I love Sirius uses his height to intimidate Peter and Snape. I love that Sirius is tall and handsome and sometimes haughty. I love that he puts his head in his hands when he’s in emotional pain. I love that he retreats to his mothers room when he’s angry. I love that he cares for Buckbeak. I love that he gifts Ron an owl. I love that he sends Harry a note with his paw print. I love that he can turn into a dog the size of a bear. I love that people feared him. I love how he could be ruthless and scary and big.

At The Beginning: Journey To The Past

An Outlander/Anastasia AU.

Lily’s life is changed forever when she takes a morning stroll through the woods and ends up in 1745 - two hundred years in the past.

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Snippet:

She was surrounded by men in black coats, all of them aiming their muskets at her. She wobbled as she stepped, back falling straight back onto her bottom. The men stepped closer and her feet pushed back dirt as she scrambled away from them. Her back hit against a wall and she knew there was nothing she could do.

“JAMIE!” she shouted-

 And that’s when she always woke up, hand placed to heart and heaving, her cheeks wet.

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A senior in my sorority said that their favorite movie is "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" can I assume she is one of us? Is this code for being a marauders fan??