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playlist + polyvore collection

or; anne of green gables, queer fables, and bad cable

~ the one where they’re all modern and queer, and there are road trips, and anne decides she doesn’t mind her accidentally green-blue hair (although she doesn’t stop it when the red grows back in, she learns to love the red too), and she can’t decide whether she loves the country or the city best, pastels or black, boys or girls. she’s a whirlwind, firecracker girl, but she’s not really the troubled type - i mean, yeah, she was the one who convinced diana to get that tattoo, and rachel lynde is pretty sure she’s turned half the girls gay, but what’s so bad about all that anyways? anne and her friends run around town and the island and beyond, raising hell and laughing loud, and are basically the definition of squad goals. ~

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"Can you imagine, someone doing all this for a girl?" "Well if she was something pretty special, I could, I guess I could see it”

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Webseries vs. Tumblr ↳ Kissing In the Rain: Lily & James edition

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for myownprotagonist, because she (i’m assuming) had an awesome idea and then I wrote it. Sequel to this fic (aka the version where they don’t sleep together.) 

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"Wait, let me get this straight," Pam says, her tea forgotten, "You slept over at his house, but you didn’t sleep with him?”

Lily sighs. “Yes, Pam.”

"And you kissed?" Pam asks.

"Yes."

"And then you said, no, let’s not have wild passionate sex, let’s watch Lion King instead!" Pam continues.

"And fell asleep on the couch." Lily added.

"Ew," says Pam, "you’re so adorable I’m gonna barf. Seriously, if the fandom knew, they would be disappointed in you."

Lily raises an eyebrow. “Oh yes,” she says, “because that is my main concern when it comes to my relationship with James.”

Pam rolls her eyes. “Ok yeah,” she says, “but you were in James Porter’s hours all night and you didn’t sleep with him. Have you seen him? Why would you not tap that?”

"Because," Lily pokes at her tea, "I actually want this to last. My last relationship lasted for three months, and the one before that only made it five weeks!" Lily runs a hand through her hair in an agitated manner. "I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with relationships, but I want this one to work!" She sighs. "Wouldn’t you take it slow," Lily asks, "if you thought that maybe this was it, that you were never gonna find someone who you fit with so well as he does?"

Pam eyes her her silently for a moment, and stirs her tea. Then she breaks the silence. “Yeah,” she says, “that makes sense. You really do like him, don’t you?”

Lily smiles, ignoring the way her cheeks are heating up. “Yeah,” she says, “I really do.”

"Then I’m glad for you," Pam says, "and I respect your choices, even if I wouldn’t have had the same self control."

"Really?" Lily asks.

"Of course," Pam smiles, "I hope it works out, and not just because the jily shippers would be crushed." She pauses a moment, and then continues with a mischievous smile. "Speaking of which, when are you going to tell everyone?"

Lily groans.

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like a cat to water

Lily takes to being pregnant the way a cat takes to water, which is to say she absolutely hates it. She feels fat, she can’t drink wine, she’s only allowed decaf coffee, she can’t stand chocolate (seriously though, who hates chocolate when they’re pregnant? Lily has the worst luck), and all she wants to do is eat tiger tiger ice cream and cry.

When she complains about it to James one night over the phone while he’s in New York wrapping up a shoot on the umpteenth Marvel movie sequel, he chuckles at her. “Maybe,” he says, “You’ll turn out to be one of those cats who actually really like swimming.”

Lily leans against the fridge door, eyeing up the jar of pickled onions. “Cats don’t like swimming,” Lily says as she gives in to her cravings and grabs the jar, “That’s like their whole thing.”

“Tigers like water.” James counters.

“Tigers totally don’t count.” Lily mutters, preoccupied with opening her jar of pickled onions, “Tigers weren’t worshipped in Ancient Egypt, and I never compare myself to things that were not once regarded as gods.”

Lily may not be able to see James right now, but she can feel him raise his stupid judgey eyebrows. “Since when?” He asks incredulously.

“Since you knocked me up, dumbo.” She mutters, giving up on the onions. I didn’t want them anyways, she tells herself, as she abandons them on the counter and goes for the tiger tiger ice cream in the freezer.

“Lils, I’ll be back in a week.” James says, oblivious to her food related struggles, “And then I’ll be at your every beck and call.”

“Damn right you will be,” Lily mutters as she attempts to hunt down a spoon. There must be at least one clean spoon somewhere in this stupid house, she thinks.

“You’re gonna be on the Ellen show tomorrow, right?” James asks, changing the subject.

“Mmhmm,” says Lily, as she gives  up on the spoon and grabs a fork instead. They basically work the same anyways. “And then the whole world will know that jily have finally got around to procreating.”

“And you’re ready for the slew of Harry Potter jokes?” James says. Lily would swear she can hear his grin.

“Hun,” says Lily, digging her fork into the ice cream, “I resigned myself to a life of Harry Potter jokes the day I married you. Nothing has changed.”

“Except for the little Harry we’ve created.” James jokes.

“If that name catches on,” Lily says, holding up her fork threateningly, because even if he can’t see her, it’s the thought that counts, “I will stab you with my ice cream fork.”

“Ice cream fork?” James asks incredulously.

“Don’t judge me,” says Lily, “I didn’t want to do the dishes today. Or yesterday. Or any day this week, really.”

“Oh god.” James mutters.

  The next morning, James tweets Lily about fifteen different links to videos of cats swimming. In spite of herself, Lily smiles.

Elsewhere, jily fans are confused.

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“Coolness,” she says, laughing it off. Inside her head, it’s a different story. She’s decidedly not cool, because really, who the hell says coolness when the guy they like a very, very big bit says they’d like to “hang out” with them outside of the workplace.

The answer is, apparently, Audrey.

God, she is so bad at social interaction.

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KITR: Housing Matters

They’re in the midst of filming Syntax, and Lily is texting Pam between takes, because apparently that’s a thing now, which is 100% James’ fault.

But the point is, Pam texts Lily, “i think you’re a gryffindor,” completely out of the blue. It has nothing to do with the conversation at hand (they were talking about scarves, for Pete’s sake,) but Lily rolls her eyes, and replies with “why??”

“youre an actor duh” Pam texts back.

Lily scoffs. “then hes a gryffindor too,” she types, and before she realizes exactly what she’s doing, she’s already hit send. She winces as the sent text tone sounds.

Pam replies instantaneously. “IKR!!! #jily #ishipit.”

“Oh god,” she mutters under her breath, glancing around to see if anyone’s watching. She catches James eyeing her over his own cell phone. He raises a judging eyebrow at her. She scowls, and types a reply to Pam with too harsh finger taps, “i hate you so much.”

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KITR: Misery and Shirtless Co-Stars

(Following Sirius is the Actual Worst, during the filming of Syntax.)

Lily is officially against texting between takes, because all it brings is misery.

Pam, it seems, has a new best friend in some fellow called Sirius (his twitter handle, she is informed, is @dogstar77). Sirius is, apparently, a friend of James, and so his entire twitter is basically comprised of selfies of himself, selfies of himself and James, accompanied by several hundred pictures of James eating gluten free cereal and the odd live commentary as Sirius marathons tv shows on Netflix.

This is the type of person Pam chooses to associate herself with. And this is how Pam and Sirius have become ringleaders in the jily fandom. Lily hates her life.

"can i take a picture of you eating cereal?" Reads Pam’s latest text.

"no." Lily replies.

"pleeeeeeeeaaase? the people will love it!" Pam’s next text says, and it is quickly followed with, "youll b cereal buddies! #otp"

"i don’t like cereal." Lily texts back.

Pam is swift with her reply, “come on, give me something! sirius has more twitter followers than me!!”

"sirius is a toxic influence." Lily types, "sirius could be a fifty yr old man."

"would a 50 yr old man tweet shirtless pictures of james eating cereal?" Pam fires back.

Lily pauses. Shirtless pictures? But no, she pushes the thought out of her mind, because that kind if thinking is dangerous. Instead, she replies with, “MAYBE HE HAS A CEREAL FETISH”

"he’s posted selfies of himself, he’s not 50." Pam texts, "see!!"

And then, before Lily can stop her, Pam has texted her a selfie of some guy who is apperantly Sirius. In the background, James is eating cereal without a shirt on. Lily hates her life.

Lily hits the home button in panic, and shoves her phone back into her pocket. She ducks her head to hide her blush, and when she looks back up, James has raised a judging eyebrow at her. Lily hates his stupid judgey eyebrows.

Also, Lily is officially against texting between takes, because all it brings is misery and embarrassment.

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Seriously, Lily thinks to herself one night, she needs to stop playing romantic leads. She could get with playing, like, a perky sidekick, or a drug addict or something. Someone without a love interest, like a nun.

Lily should totally play a nun. She would be an awesome nun.

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That night, the night after he kisses her for a little too long and then laughs with her and -

That night, Sirius texts him three words.

“You’re an idiot.” is all that James can coax from him, because he doesn’t respond to any of James’ texts afterwards, even though James knows he’s seen them. He’s not sure what he’s being an idiot about, to be honest, but it must be pretty serious, because Sirius never uses proper punctuation in texts.

James has a sneaking suspicion that it has to do with Lily - Sirius has been texting Pam recently, and so he probably knows what happens if Pam does, - but he refuses to think about it. Sometimes, he tells himself, he has to be selfish.

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Following this fic

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Half an hour later, Lily gets a text from Pam.

“Did that you really kiss James or did I totally imagine that entire phone call?”

Lily giggles.

“What?” James asks her.

She shakes her head. “Nothing,” she says, “Just Pam. She’s not entirely convinced that the phone call happened.”

James smiles. “To be honest,” he says, “Neither am I.”

“You’re an idiot.” Lily tells him.

“Yeah,” he says fondly, “But I’m your idiot.”

Lily decides she likes the way that sounds.

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They’ve been together for a couple months when Lily gives Pam the go ahead to out them on twitter.

Pam, who is an evil being, and enjoys destroying the hearts and souls of fan girls everywhere, tweets only “#jilyisreal.”

It’s trending in America, Brazil, and the Netherlands within five minutes. When Lily retweets it three minutes after that, it trends worldwide.

On tumblr, the jily fandom collectively explodes.

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Mary pulls George back to her. Lily awkwardly walks away. They´re not their characters at all. (x)

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“Coolness,” she says, laughing it off. Inside her head, it’s a different story. She’s decidedly not cool, because really, who the hell says coolness when the guy they like a very, very big bit says they’d like to “hang out” with them outside of the workplace.

The answer is, apparently, Audrey.

God, she is so bad at social interaction.

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Kissing in the Rain: Lily & James is a webseries from shipwreckedcomedy which follows two actors who keep finding themselves kissing in the rain, despite not being particularly fond of each other.

The Fan-Canon Experience is a compilation (reviewed and approved by Yulin Kuang) of all of the fanfiction, fan art, playlists, movie posters, and other fan works that have been canonized by Yulin Kuang and included as a part of the story of Lily and James. Each of the links below leads to a slideshow containing an episode of Kissing in the Rain: Lily & James and all of the fan-canon associated with it.

Enjoy!

Episode 1: Lily and James Episode 2: Anne and Gilbert Episode 3: Olivia and Ben Episode 4: Edgar and Annabel Episode 5: David and Susan Episode 6: George and Mary Episode 7: Lily and James

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and we’re back

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Research

(More Tea Shop Not-AU!)

"You were right, this place is delightful!"

Audrey smiled and closed her laptop as Dr. Carolyn Harris (aka Henry’s mom—but Audrey was trying not to think about that) sat down across from her, setting down a mug and a fancy infuser full of brewing tea.

"Yes, I firmly believe that every tea lover in LA should know about the Nightingale."

"And with good reason. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything important?" She gestured at Audrey’s laptop.

Audrey waved a hand. “Oh, it’s nothing. People don’t think I can pull off Wonder Woman.” She rolled her eyes, trying to achieve Lily-levels of cool dismissive unconcern.

"Then prove them wrong," Carolyn said with a kind smile that communicated her confidence that Audrey was fully capable of doing just that. "Oh, and speaking of—" She pulled two books out of her bag. "—I brought you these. For research."

Audrey accepted the books and scanned their spines. “Greek mythology…”

"Always important to know your roots."

"Thank you," Audrey set the books and her laptop aside. "These will be really useful!"

“Now," Carolyn said with a slightly worrisome sparkle in her eyes. "I hate to be a prying mother, but I have to ask—did Henry actually ask you out? He said he would.”

Audrey blushed and stuttered. “Well he—I mean—not—he didn’t—not exactly but—”

"What did he say though?” Carolyn arched an eyebrow.

"He—" Audrey really didn’t want to think about how deeply red her face was at this point. "—he asked if we could… hang out after the wrap."

Carolyn sighed. “I suppose that’s the best I’ve any right to hope for.”

"Can we please talk about something else?"

"Of course, dear." She smiled sympathetically. Then she tapped the cover of one of the books she’d brought (still sitting at the edge of the table against the wall). "Now, one interesting thing you might not have known about the Amazons…"