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this cannibal who wishes she was was gods daughter is desperately trying to sleep with you

god wishes you were his daughter. but you’re in a toxic yuri situationship with god’s actual daughter. and you have the hots for this bitch he considers his ex who never truly reciprocated his feelings. and that bitch was secretly in love with your great great great (x100) grandma. who was besties with god.

its 2025 and the marauders fandom needs to TRULY be ship/let ship. kittywater is perfect, gilderat or wtv idek wtf it is but im here for it, we need to stop saying "ship/let ship EXCEPT... " like ppl don't have 2 love jegulus or wolfstar. heck, i like wolfstar but even if i didnt that should be okay! we need to branch out w peculiar ships! remus x some1 uncommon!, sirius x jamess (the way ppl hate on it is crazy!), peter x more combos cuz being fat doesn't mean being ugly??? (I KNOW thats why sum ppl make him ace oml!) like theres sm characters but so few "accepted" ships!! kittywater is the start of smth great i swear

i agree! crackships are so fun

marauders fandom is so pretentious about their ships and characters as if we didnt make up 90% of them

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Maysilee Donner/OC, Maysilee Donner & Mrs. Everdeen, Maysilee Donner & Effie Trinket, Maysilee Donner & Lenore Dove, Haymitch Abernathy & Maysilee Donner Characters: Maysilee Donner, Haymitch Abernathy, Lenore Dove, Haymitch Abernathy's Girl, Mrs. Everdeen (Hunger Games), Mr. Everdeen (Hunger Games), Mags (Hunger Games), Wiress (Hunger Games), Beetee Latier, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Coriolanus Snow, Chaff (Hunger Games), Seeder (Hunger Games), Effie Trinket, Drusilla, Plutarch Heavensbee, Caesar Flickerman, Alma Coin, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Annie Cresta Additional Tags: Maysilee lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Victor Maysilee, Lesbian Maysilee Summary:

Maysilee wakes up to find herself in the Capitol, and she's not sure what exactly she did so wrong as to end up in hell. Hell––this has to be––because she's wearing a fashion crime also known as a hospital gown, and she most certainly died.

But she's not dead anymore.

The 50th Hunger Games' Victor, Haymitch Abernathy, killed himself immediately upon winning. Desperate to rectify this blip, and unable to put the 1000 bits of Haymitch back together, the Gamemakers moved down the list of fallen tributes trying to resuscitate them one by one. Silka's brains were mush under Haymitch's axe. Lou Lou's brain was intact, but completely severed from the rest of her body. The rest of the tribute's bodies had long started to rot. Maysilee, despite the President's qualms with her murdering one of the Gamemakers, could be patched up with twelve stitches, a couple pints of donated blood, and some simple card-stacking of the Games' footage.

Enter: Maysilee Donner, Victor of the second Quarter Quell!

James didn’t want to take the shots Sirius offered him. His brain was already working at a solid 0.5 synapses per minute and alcohol would blur his thoughts even further.

He wanted to think on this. Puzzle it over, pull it apart, follow all his options around and around like they were the tiny footsteps on the Marauder’s Map.

Forget his whole plan, ignoring Sirius, kissing a random girl. Being straight.

Something much more important had entered his field of vision and he was locked in like a homing missile.

Sirius was gay. Why didn’t it click? Was it the plethora of mystery women he’d bragged about bagging? Or was it James’ own commitment to wallowing, to hunting something he could never achieve. His own marriage to the game, his own boredom of winning.

Would this change his plans? It didn’t have to, logically. But something deep down in James’ gut told him that this needed to change everything. He needed it to change everything.

He was thinking for too long, no doubt boring holes into Sirius’ forehead with his scrutinizing eyes and furrowed brows, and that wasn’t a nice way to react to your best friend coming out to you.

So James decided to be a good boy and take his shots.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” he said, wiping smears of rum from his lips. “If you like it here, then so do I.”

Turns out the scary part wasn’t admitting to himself he was gay, or even telling his long term girlfriend. It was being gay, existing undeniably in a gay space, with his gay best friend that he was in love with standing in front of him, watery eyeliner framing his perfect eyes, biting his lip, buff arms hanging languidly from the liquor at his sides.

Sirius was simultaneously the most beautiful and horrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And it was time to be a Gryffindoor.

James grabbed one of Sirius’ arms and swiveled them towards the dance floor, the disky-ball Sirius had mentioned sending stars twirling over everything.

He took a deep breath, letting the liquor cloud his whirling mind, letting it take the wheel. “Teach me,” he said. “How a bloke dances in a gay club.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

i’m listening 👀

the best genre of media is lesbians who cannibalize each other

agreed!!

“harry was born during a war, so he was an accident”

may i introduce: harry was born during a war because jily loved each other so hard and always wanted a big family (james cuz he wanted siblings growing up and wants to replicate his parents, and lily cuz she wants her kid to have the relationship she never could with petunia), but theres a chance the war will never end or one of them will die and their friends are dying AND THEY JUST WANT SOME HAPPINESS TO FIGHT FOR

they were married for a year before lily was pregnant, it was not a shotgun wedding. harry was planned, baby #2 on the way, planning for three.

u cannot convince me that if jily had lived they wouldn't have had more kids. you're saying james, an only child who found new brothers at school & lily, who missed her sister so much after their relationship fractured, WOULDN'T have given their son more siblings?

ofc not!!!! me personally i live for fics where harry has two or three siblings running underfoot and following him around like little ducklings when they finally get to hogwarts. cuties !!<3

Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of The Dykes

happy lesbian visibility week; i made obiwan and anakin butch

gilf

every day i wake up, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and spend thirty minutes manifesting that the wedding in alecto the ninth is kirianthe

Old blackinnon drawing I did in 2022... They just fought a bunch of Death Eaters

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