spookius-mistake:

i am supremely pleased with this, it’s not even that these are my perfect fancasts for james and lily, but they’re a fuckload better than the movies, THEY DIED YOUNG, THAT WAS PART OF THE WHOLE TRAGEDY OF IT, THEY DIDN’T DIE IN THEIR EARLY FORTIES AFTER HAVING LIVED MOST OF THEIR WHOLE LIFE AND THEN FINALLY SETTLING DOWN TO HAVE A KID, oh no i made myself sad, but sigh, i have a lot of feelings about the marauders and lily (via laurellas)

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willgayson-willgayson:

Sometimes I forget Remus is canonically taller than Sirius and then I remember and sit there like 

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transfigurationprodigy:

padfootdidit:

lily and james trying to have shower sex but they fall over and james hits his head and passes out and lily has to take him to st mungos

this happened. they learned, though. next time, they just stuck with the bathtub sex. less chance of slip and fall incidents.

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siriusdarkgrey:

lily evans running into class late and out of breath and saying “sorry im late i was… doing stuff.” james potter swaggering in after her and saying “im
stuff.”

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anxiouspineapples:

headcanon that teddy not-so-secretly loves all his dad’s old sweaters

anxiouspineapples:

headcanon that teddy not-so-secretly loves all his dad’s old sweaters

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Chief Mouser

fetchalgernon:

A nonsense sequel to Question Time, written for Lindsey (snapslikethis) for her birthday. FYI: Chief Mouser is a real thing.

There’s a cat in his office.

His office.

There’s a fucking cat in the fucking Prime Minister’s office, sitting poised on the armrest of his sofa, haunches tensed as he scans the room with golden eyes.

“Er,” says James.

The cat’s head slowly turns toward him, eyes narrowed, demanding James explain what he wants.

James stares at the cat.

The cat stares back.

James stares some more.

The cat stares some more.

James realizes he’s in a staring contest with a cat.

But damned if he’s ever lost one of those – he’s not backing out now.

The staring continues for another ten seconds until the cat’s eyes dart to the side, tracking something behind James.

A swift rush of triumph rushes through James until he remembers he’s excited about winning a staring contest with a cat.

He takes a step back and opens the door, poking his head out into the foyer. “There’s a cat in my office,” he tells Peter.

"It’s just Algernon," Peter says, without looking away from his computer screen.

James waits for him to elaborate, but nothing comes.

"That’s a weird name for a cat," James finally says. "But more importantly, would you like to tell me why the fuck there’s a cat in my office?" He blanches. "Oh, no, this isn’t another gift from Hopkirk, is it?"

Peter shudders at the name. “No, Ellsworth is keeping her well away. Her and her ‘gifts.’”

“Good man, Ellsworth.”

Peter nods. “Algernon is Chief Mouser.”

James turns the phrase over and over again in his head but it refuses to make sense.

“Chief Mouser?” he says.

“Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office.”

Peter’s speaking like a normal person but clearly he’s gone round the twist.

But on the other hand, fuck, that’s just the sort of ridiculous thing James might do—

“Did I sign that into order?” James asks. 

It was probably that night he got trashed in his office. He’d nearly sent an email to the South African President telling him his nose was inexcusably large.

“No,” Peter says, still typing away, “it’s a title that’s been around for nearly a century. I’m surprised you didn’t know about it.”

James blanches. “There’s a fucking mouse in my office?”

“Just a little one.”

“What the fuck, Peter.”

“It’s an old building. It happens.”

“Not while I’m in fucking office.”

“I’ll be sure to send a memo around to the mice.”

“Do.”

James has just started to pull himself back into his office when something scurries across his foot.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

He barely has time to react to the awfulness of a mouse touching his shoes when something else barrels into his legs. A blur of orange and Algernon is off, tossing a growl and another glare at James on the way.

“You should’ve left the door closed,” Peter says. “He’s never going to forgive you for letting him escape.”

“Well,” James says, watching Algernon bound down the corridor, “I’m never going to forgive him for letting a mouse into my office, so we’re about square, I think.”

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lily spending the night in the boy’s dorms and then pretending to be asleep so she can watch james get dressed in the morning

01 Sep 14 @ 8:35 pm  —  reblog

September 1st

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#hp  #not jily  
Anonymous inquired:

Let me tell you, I ALWAYS hated Lily. I saw her as obnoxious, stuck-up, priggish, etc… and then I found your tumblr, and realized how wrong I was. I really, really love everything you post, and you're like my proxy-jk rowling now.

I WAS GOING TO BE ANGRY AND THEN I WAS SO HAPPY OMG YOU PERFECT PERSON I LOVE YOU. THAT IS THE KINDEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID AND OH WOW WOW WOW THANK YOU I’M SO GLAD YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND ABOUT LILY BECAUSE SHE’S WONDERFUL AND YOU’VE JUST MADE MY DAY (SCHOOL DOESN’T EVEN MATTER ANYMORE) YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVELY ANON THANK YOU.

01 Sep 14 @ 5:10 pm  —  reblog

"It’s been 14 years, and still not a day goes by that I don’t miss your dad."

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Anonymous inquired:

You know, that AU you wrote about James being deaf and all that was too much for me. Way too much. I'm crying a little (a lot)

01 Sep 14 @ 4:52 pm  —  reblog
bold-banshee inquired:

But Lily stealing jamES GLASSES AND TRYING TO PUT THEM ON ALL SMOOTH LIKE AND ENDING UP POKING HERSELF IN THE EYE OH GOD

AND THEN THEY START MAKING OUT BECAUSE OH SHIT LILY LOOKS HOT IN JAMES’ GLASSES AND THEY GET TANGLED IN HER HAIR AND THEY’RE BOTH LIKE FFS BUT JUST CONTINUE ANYWAY BC NOTHING’S GETTING IN THE WAY OF THEIR KISSING PLS AND THX

01 Sep 14 @ 4:49 pm  —  reblog
Anonymous inquired:

just a little jily tidbit - i bet james cracks his knuckles and it just annoys lily to no end like she will bewitch his fingers so he cant do it she gets that angry about it

When she charms his hands so he can’t, he gets Sirius to do it for him.

01 Sep 14 @ 4:47 pm  —  reblog

  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!
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#not jily  #hp  

blaizezamboni:

okay no but lily actually heard james die. like she heard him fighting voldemort and she heard a thump as his body hit the ground and she knew for a brief moment that no matter what happened next james was dead. she knew that even if by some miracle she and harry made it out alive the love of her life, her best friend was dead and oh god my heart is breaking

01 Sep 14 @ 1:43 pm  —  via + org  —  reblog
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