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Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton | Bridgerton Season 2
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lily finding james' intelligence sooo irritating and always being pissed off when he answers questions correctly in class or gets top marks in a test, and she always tells her friends that she's irritated purely cause he's a conceited show off about it.
until one day when james and her are kinda becoming friends and he's just explaining a theory in class and lily can't help but listen intently and stare with heart eyes and by the time he finishes, lily is resisting the desire to snog him and when that clocks in her head she just whispers, "fuck"
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I wish I could tell you, Edith, how lonely I am… how cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere, there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell… and it's white. It's snow-white.
NORTH & SOUTH (2004) Episode One
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weeee this is a rewrite of something I wrote on here eons ago so please enjoy - with new and improved banter from our favourite couple.
Yours Before Eight AM.
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ivft9b
by newpolicy
“In other households it might have been seen as cause to panic, but in the Potter household, it was not uncommon to be awoken by the sound of a scream.”
Words: 2909, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Harry Potter
Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Additional Tags: AU, AU where they survive, and have so many children
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ivft9b
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forget saving the wizarding world, naming his firstborn after them, heading the auror office, etc., I would love to see the reunion/conversation in which dead Harry tries to explain to his dad and godfather that he named his other son after snape
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give me dork james potter.
give me james potter who nervously ruffles his hair, who can’t stop talking about quidditch, who loves playing chess with his mates.
give me james potter who pretends to be nonchalant but spends hours studying and poring over books, whose smart-aleck responses are surprisingly insightful.
give me james potter who grew up in a intellectually nurturing household, whose parents always answered his probing questions with knowledgeable good humor, whose father’s laboratory served as a playground of potions and mathematics.
give me james potter who joins every extracurricular–c’mon sirius, we can mess around–and goes to far more lectures and magical demonstrations than are necessary to “set up their pranks.”
give me james potter who loves learning, who takes up quidditch to be sporty and “cool,” but quietly reads for hours about broom aerodynamics and the physics of seeking in the library.
give me james potter who sees a red-haired muggleborn from a different world and tumbles head over heels into love with her intense concentration, her knack for potions, her hardworking determination, who sees her reciprocal love for learning and thinks, her. it’s her.
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Sirius: What do two people say when they sort of love each other?
Marlene: One of them says 'why don't we get married?'
Sirius: Is that so?
Marlene: Yeah, and sometimes it's even the man that says it.
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They called themselves The Mauraders
The Hogwarts factulty called them The Little Shits
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you don’t understand—there are things worth d y i n g for!
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McGonagall: Remus I haven’t been your teacher for roughly 16 years, you can call me by my first name
Remus: I don’t think you understand how much I cannot do that
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Hard Copy
Find it on FFN or AO3
Summary - Daily Prophet editor, James Potter, strongly suspects he’s falling in love with his new freelance reporter, Lily Evans. The only problem is, he’s never actually seen her.
Based on the prompt I gave myself on here a few days ago. Sort of based off of Rainbow Rowell’s Attachments. If you want background music for this, Be My Baby by The Ronettes is your jam. This turned out more tender than smutty, and I don’t have the heart to change it.
Special shoutout to @beks21 @elanev91 and @ghost-of-bambi for letting me bounce ideas off of them. And dealing with my ADD self in general when I get excited about an idea.
When James played professional Quidditch for Puddlemere United, he always arrived home smelling a mixture of sweat, dirt, and sometimes even blood depending on the day.
And he loved it.
He loved the soil that caked under his nails, the way his uniform clung to him after practice, he loved the way it made him feel like a man.
He had been recruited fresh out of Hogwarts for the reserve team, and had managed to move his way up after just one season.
A prodigy, he had been called.
Puddlemere’s best chance at the World Cup. The best Chaser since Joscelind Wadcock. His team had slaughtered nearly every rival they had faced, and he had set a new record for number of Quidditch goals scored in a single game.
His success had been written about in nearly every publishable magazine along with his face gracing each cover.
Hair windswept, Quidditch goggles strapped tight across his head, broom slung across one shoulder.
His smile, smug, proud. Insanely arrogant.
That was the image of him during his Quidditch years. That was the image that had been posted for all to see.
He had thought he was invincible.
And he nearly was.
Until about three seasons into his career when he suffered one too many Bludgers to the head, and was instructed by the team healer to retire.
He had gone back to his mother’s house, he had sulked, he had cursed, he had smashed his broomstick to bits, he had burned every copy of every magazine he had saved with his stupid, smirking face on the cover.
And then he got a job.
He had been intrigued when his old school mate, Fenwick, had said he was leaving his post as Quidditch reporter for the Prophet, and wondered if perhaps James would be interested in applying for it.
James’ eyebrows had disappeared behind his fringe, and he had ran a calloused hand over his unshaven jawline as he considered it.
It hadn’t been his first choice - Quidditch itself was his first choice - but it had been a rather close second.
If he couldn’t play, perhaps he could still still partake in it someway, even if it was through written word.
So he had agreed, and though the first few games he attended had been frustrating sitting alone in the stands rather than being in the air above the pitch, he grew to enjoy reporting. Like most things James tried, he was good at it, and he knew his beat, was passionate about it, and it showed through on paper.
Another year passed.
A year without Quidditch.
Without dirt, sweat, and blood that stained his clothes, and made him smell like earth itself.
And instead he went home smelling like ink, parchment, and delivery owls.
And he didn’t hate it.
But he didn’t love it.
And though it was honestly, truly fine, James still felt as though something was missing. As if Quidditch had left a Bludger size hole in him, and he would be forever listless until he found a way to fill it.
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hp fans : sirius black lost his sanity in azkaban
sirius black, sipping olive oil out of a wine glass : bold of you to assume i ever had a sanity to begin with
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requested by: @ssiriusblack
He could still see his parents beaming up at him from the tattered old photograph, unaware that their lives, like so many of those around them, were drawing to a close.
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harry is the flattest character from the hp series
this message is the proof that his character is so missunderstood.
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harry potter series: remus lupin (b. 10th march 1960)(x)
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