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conversation overheard at Godrick's Hallow

James: I don't understand why you don't want seven children

Lily: I don't want more than one James junior.

James: But think of the quidditch team

Lily: The what?

James:

Lily:

James: I mean

dev patel as joshua in modern love (2019) dir. john carney

I'm not gonna deny this but I cried in this book 😢😢 cuz I thought Sirius was gonna die and Harry was gonna stay with the Dursleys for life, I REALLY REALLY LOVE this book #SiriusBlack #RemusLupin #JamesPotter #SeverusSnape #Dumbledore #HarryPotter #HermioneGranger #RonWeasley #Hagrid #BuckBeak

YESSS LETS GOOO

Princechaser like sun×moon

I'll just pretend I see no angst here 😓 ok I love Princechaser 🙏🏻

— Princechaser angst 💔

James × Severus

imagine; remus getting this sign at a shop over the holidays in 4th year and finding it hilarious. He buys it, and brings it with him to hogwarts for the dormitory. sirius thinks its fantastic. james is unamused and thinks it practically reveals remus' "furry little problem" ("come on moony dont you think that just adds more suspicion!?"). peter doesn't even notice until someone else points it out, and he agrees with james in front of the others but secretly finds it funny.

hi lovelies! I have no clue if this interests anyone, but I made a playlist for the lovely james potter. (some songs are a little bittersweet in the best way so be warned) enjoy <3

James would love mamma mia: here we go again and after watching would 1000% learn the scene where they dance on the boat together to suprise you the next time you went on a date

(Not my gif!)

I just want to fall asleep in james' arms in front of the common room fireplace while he reads to me from my favourite book is that too much to ask

^^^^ call me Beyonce then because I like it and I want to put a ring on it💕💍💕💍💕

Many people usually say "boyfriend material" about men, but James Potter is straight up husband material.

I'm going through one of those phases where I'm feeling the overwhelming desire to be needed by someone. Some days I wake up wanting anyone and everyone to talk to me, others I want to slip into the shadows and communicate only through simple nods or lack thereof.

Regardless, everyday I find myself waking up; wishing someone had held me until I fell asleep the previous nightfall. Wishing someone had held me close enough to hear their heartbeat, steady and sure until my eyelids were too heavy, and my consciousness was pulled into the undertow we call sleep.

I hold this desire with great embarrassment and shame, for since I was just a young girl my mother raised me to be independent and content with who I am and the potential of all I can be. I have always considered myself a free spirit, albeit I'm a lot more self conscious than my would-be counterparts from Green Gables and Concord Massachusetts. In reflection I find that we may be more similar than I thought.

I've been content with being alone for so long that I never realized how much I need someone to just hold me until I fall asleep. In elementary school I was and in some sense still am what many of us are too familiar as the social butterfly. Flitting, floating, and never landing for too long so we don't get caught. There's an infinite number of examples so I wont bore with listing them. It is safe enough to say that we overextend ourselves so as to not be forgotten, so we are always needed, always useful, always wanted around until we're not, and have to find another purpose for the narrative again.

We never just be for the sake of being. Always moving and busy never slowing for the quicksand of time. Moving too slowly to be forgotten in an anecdote 3 years down to the road but moving too quickly to be remembered in a truly meaningful way or bond.

Relationships and romantic relationships especially have always puzzled me that way. I considered it only despotical to show affection and give your heart away and in exchange for heartbreak and all emotions that accompany it. Frivolous and costly, with a constant state of calculating the risks of emotion.

Like poker one could say! Bluffing, raising the stakes, going all in, folding, and realizing that sometimes its just the cards you've been dealt that will decide the outcome of your game. Most importantly to me, knowing when to cut your losses and walk away. Much like poker indeed.

In spite of all this, I want to be loved. In the all consuming way, one that leaves no question as to whether it's true or not or whether you'll remember it at the next new years eve party. Someone who I can cry and yell and scream my heart out with the darkest parts of my soul and still be treated as who I am rather than a piece of glass that will shatter at any second. Believe me, I am my own bull in the china shop, and much like icarus I too do not know when is too close to the sun. Someone who will call me out when I become too prideful to admit help, and sing with me in the car to 80's love songs I definitely don't know all the words to. Laying in the rain, poorly dancing in grocery aisles, talking through movie nights and accidentally swapping sugar for salt in midnight baking escapades because someone definitely wasn't paying attention to the measurements. Attempting to eat them and being too disgusted so someone starts over while the other watches adoringly from the sink where they do dishes.

Trial and error. But always honest.

I'd never demand complete perfection when it comes to love in a realistic lens, but the hopeless romantic that i locked way years ago screams frantically at the thought of even 7% perfection. It claws and tears at my throat until I can't bear to speak and when I see the most random things I feel this sudden pang of an overwhelming feeling of homesickness for a person I may never meet in this lifetime.

I have no clue if anyone else feels this way, nor can I properly articulate and verbalize without 'ums' and 'likes'. I await for the day where I can be understood without needing utter a word, the day where I can finally fall asleep in someone's arms for the sake of being needed, solely for the sake of being needed. If not, then simply for the comfort of which the sound of my own heartbeat can provide.

I'm not a writer and never have claimed to be, I just needed to write this down and who better to talk to than all you lovely people. <3

Ive had the realisation that whenever i cry over my marauders I'm actually mourning for myself because i see so many pieces of me and who I am in each of my boys :(

I would ship Jily to the moon and back!!!!!!!!

“Lily Evans. One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl.”

James at some point in his life:

James: I want Lily to look at me the same way Sirius looks at himself.

The Potter Manor:

Sirius: IM NOT A BABY!

James: Then why are you screaming like one?

Sirius: MY LIFE IS A LIVING NIGHTMARE!

Why is lily savage here?

Snape: if I said I love you would you say it back?

Lily: sure

Snape: I love you

Lily: it back

The Brightest Star In The Sky - Gifts And Surprises (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/831746410-the-brightest-star-in-the-sky-gifts-and-surprises?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Lucifer5lucy&wp_originator=fGnhy2z4tyOxxnMcn1UMpXy9F0lAKhi5lkXeY1xXVB50UmS5vHYe7jYCJJi6Sd1Kn3F7JVkLk%2Br%2BwC5K62y%2B3bUyZLJO9jlOnMblzPpWZU1Mc16ohuiDZ6%2BlbuKPK1qm 

 You're a huge Potterhead from America, and after a strange Halloween night, you find yourself at King's Cross station, platform 9 ¾, and four teenagers you thought you'd never meet just a couple of feet away. 

James: You must be out of your mind.

Lily: Wha-

James: Because you've been in mine all-day

James: *winks with both eyes*

i am definetely not crying my eyes are just sweating..beacude indian harry potter cannon are 

Just thinking about Indian James Potter introducing Remus Lupin to Chai in 4th or 5th year and Lupin falling in love with it,talking about it literally all the time,getting Sirius to try it Cause Sirius "JUST FUCKING TASTE IT,YOU ARSEHOLE!!!!#@@" sirius not agreeing at first because "I'm more of a black coffee person and chai's not punk rock,MOONY!!!" but after remus endures a really bad full moon and doesn't wake up for a whole day,Sirius just breakdowns and promises remus if he wakes up he'll have his favorite chai with him and when remus finally wakes up Sirius does as he promises and actually ends up enjoying it and he can't help but think how happy his moony looked when he did that and that's how he kind of realized he fancies him and that's not it both Sirius and Remus talk about chai more than ever because Sirius loves when remus talks so passionately about something eventually they get together after 6th year and they both tell Lily about it and she's really fascinated and asks remus to make some for her but he denies it cause no one makes better chai than James Potter himself....So when a really flustered Lily Evans comes upto an even more flustered but surprised James Potter just to know how chai tastes Remus and Sirius give eachother a knowing look....Lily without a doubt loving it and james making little jokes while the tea is boiling in the kitchen and the house elves bring them some biscuits.....Lily later realizing that James is actually nice and on top of that he makes some HELLA good chai. So,she goes to James almost everyday for a nice cup of chai....Just 🎇chai🎇 being the reason Jily and Wolfstar take place....