After Seeing Moonie Drink Brandy For Breakfast, Pete And Moonie—both Allergic To Flowers—competing

okay real talk. lily evans would rock a bob

i’ve been imagining her with short hair lately, and it’s just so cunty (this has nothing to do with me impulsively chopping off like 8 inches of my hair last night)

but you know who would be even MORE cunty with short hair?

EMMELINE VANCE.

i’m afraid that even though i’m in the marauders fandom, i know utterly nothing about barty, evan, and pandora. i know a little about dorcas, but other than that the only slytherin i care for is regulus.

it’s not like i hate them, i just don’t know how to get into them. with the marauders it was easy, i just read atyd. (i love you mkb) but WITH THE SLYTHERINS?? i’m clueless .

Sirius: When I die, donate my entire body to science.

Sirius: Except my middle finger.

Sirius: Give that to my mother.

Regulus: Sirius, you are the lowest hanging fruit on the Black family tree!

Remus: don’t you mean the Black family vine?

Sirius: HEYO *high fives Remus*

Regulus: DOn’t high five that!!!

A Matter of Standards

@jilymicrofics | Word count: 263

"Your problem, Lily, is that your standards are too high."

Lily sighed, feeling a familiar frustration bubbling up. She was in the common room with Marlene and Mary, both of whom were looking at her with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Earlier that morning, a fifth-year Hufflepuff had nervously asked her to Hogsmeade during breakfast, and she had kindly declined his offer. Her friends had watched the whole scene unfold, and now they were incredulous that she had turned down someone they considered one of the better-looking boys in their year.

"I don't have high standards; I just want the minimum," Lily protested, crossing her arms defensively. Both her friends raised their eyebrows at her, clearly unconvinced. "It's true! I just want someone who knows how to make me laugh, someone who's kind to those around them, someone who's smart and sweet, someone—"

She cut herself off abruptly when a loud noise of things falling to the ground caught her attention. All three of them turned their heads in unison to see James Potter stumbling through the portrait hole, his hands full with a precarious stack of board games, a fluffy pillow tucked under one arm, and a colorful assortment of mismatched socks spilling out of his pockets.

"Alright, Evans?" he called out, trying to play off the disaster he'd just caused with the game boxes, attempting to act as if he were carrying the normal stuff a student did every day.

Lily shook her head in disbelief, hiding her face in her hands. "I—" she sighed deeply. "I want that one."

keith grinning in the background <3

James Potter’s greatest achievement wasn’t anything to do with Quidditch. It was making Lily Evans laugh so hard she snorted.

there are days where the loss of you hits me as if it’d just happened all over again. today’s one of those days and i’m not doing so well with it

bigender struggle of complaining abt ppl only ever using she/her and then ppl only using he/him💔