#Lily evans Potter

[outromoonyy]

If Lily Evans has no lovers that means i’ve passed away and no one told me.

[jellyjinxxx]

I just want to give her a big ol hug. Oh love 🥀 you were too good for the world

I feel like we talk a lot about the boys and their struggles, but what about the girls? What about Lily? Lily who's sister ostracized her and called her freak all growing up. Lily who's parents died before her wedding, leaving her with no blood family in attendance. Lily who got pregnant soon after and gave birth during a war. Lily who after all that had to go into hiding because some power hungry hitler was hunting her baby boy. Lily, the brightest witch of her age, who joined the order only to lose her closest friends to a war she never got to see won.

All of this and she still died at the age of 21.

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Feeling salty for no reason so here’s a random Jegulus hate post tee hee! I’m gonna combust if I see another incorrectly tagged Jegulus post under the Jily tag that literally doesn’t even have Jegulus tagged for some reason?? Actually please get the fuck out right now

[mycupofrum]

Last Line(s) Tag

Thanks for tagging me ages ago @lilacella! This is from my Lilypad/Jilypad fic. I'm a bit stuck with it, but maybe I will figure out the ending soon enough. Anyway, here's a snippet!

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"We realised we really wanted to fuck each other at one point."

James is rarely left speechless, but he stares at them both, the big hazel eyes wide.

"Ah... right. Sorry if I interrupted you." He aims for a joke, but it's lukewarm at best.

"It was – it was in the past," Lily adds hastily, feeling the need to explain.

"Of course," James replies, frowning.

"Does it bother you, James?" Sirius asks.

Lily takes a look at Sirius, then her husband.

"Yeah, does it?" she echoes. "It's nothing you two haven't already done." It's a stretch, but Sirius basically said it already.

A strangled noise escapes James's throat, and he opens and closes his mouth, a flush creeping on his face. He glances at Sirius.

"You told her."

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Tagging @lovelymasks @plecotusauritus @arliedraws @squintclover if you have any writing you'd like to share. Also open tag!

[maxdibert]

I don’t want to be the one defending Voldemort, but not everything bad people do is necessarily bad. For example, Voldemort was evil, sure, but he killed James Potter, who was an abuser, a sexual aggressor, a classist piece of violent trash who spent half his life terrorizing people poorer than him just because he could, because he was bored, or because certain people simply existed.

I think that, among all the terrible things Voldemort did, killing James was at least a nod to his roots as a poor, orphaned child — taking out a rich, oppressive bastard who honestly deserved the guillotine in a public square.

And on top of that, he also killed Lily, who basically whitewashed all her husband’s atrocities and was a class traitor. And class traitors get killed too, because seriously, fuck Lily Evans, thinking you’re the queen of ethics and morality while letting yourself get knocked up by a textbook abuser.

The Potters were disgustin, thank god we didn’t have to put up with them during the books and thans Voldemort for made the dirty work for the shake of our mental health.

[toorumlk]

a beautiful little family.

He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family […] The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place where it had been taken from him. (chapter 16, dh)

[radiocained]

happy valentines !! sorry for this being late, focused too hard on the objects😭

[scarlicbread27]

people portray lily evans too seriously.. like this is the girl that threw herself off of swings, called james a ‘toerag’, had snark and a temper that arguably rivals harry’s and she married james fucking potter. she willingly attached herself to the marauders for life.. she has to be a tiny bit insane i think.

petition for people to start writing lily a little silly.. a little deranged.. a little freakish, i might say.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Harry, thoughtfully: Do you ever notice how Sirius and Professor Lupin always sit next to each other at dinner?

Hermione:

Harry, even more thoughtfully: And...they always share a couch when we sit in the sitting room. And it's a small couch.

Hermione:

Harry, getting suspicious, now: And, you know, I saw Professor Lupin leaving Sirius's bedroom the other night!

Hermione:

Harry, nodding to himself: They must be really close friends.

Hermione: *bangs head on table*

Lily, to James, looking down from above: Oh, he is your son.

[cannissmajor]

moonflower doing bestie things on a saturday night

[lilywalkers]

breaking my silence! reducing lily evans to a perfect girlboss is just as bad as reducing her to a wife and mother

[outromoonyy]

Ac: sophithil

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

rip lily and james potter, you wouldve loved harry

[andromilos]

[moonstruckme]

also new idea,

jilly x reader-

reader stayed up all night reading as is clingy and sleepy the next day. but tries to act like they weren’t awake all night and play it off!

Thanks for the request lovely!

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 983 words

Your kitchen smells like warmth and Sundays. James’ trapezius is the perfect pillow for your cheek, shifting every now and again as he pushes bacon around in a pan with your arms slung around his waist. He’s telling you about some thing which happened to Sirius a dozen years ago and is undoubtedly hilarious, but his words hum together with the sizzling of your breakfast into a comforting din. 

You hardly register the sound of your front door opening until Lily is slipping past you to set a pint of orange juice in the fridge. 

“They were nearly out,” she says. 

“Ooh.” James is far too lively for half nine in the morning. “Did you nab the last one?” 

“I did.” 

“There’s our girl.” He transfers his spatula to the opposite hand to reach for a high-five. Lily rolls her eyes but taps his palm gently. James keeps beaming nonetheless. 

Your girlfriend unclips her hair from where it’s wound up behind her head, shaking it out at the roots. You and James stare. 

“I love it when she does that,” he murmurs. 

You hum, transfixed. 

Lily’s eyes roll again—at this rate, she’ll have worn them out before lunchtime—but her cheeks color faintly. “Stop it,” she says. 

“Likely,” James scoffs. “Kiss?”

You spot the flicker of defiance in her eyes, the half-second wherein she considers holding out just to make a point, but ultimately Lily leans forward, kissing him chastely on the lips. She moves to you next. 

“You’re quiet,” she observes softly as your lips part, her thumb stroking down your cheek. You lean into the touch. 

“It’s early,” you say. 

You’re considered by soft, discerning eyes. “Are you feeling alright?”

You do your best to curve your lips into a reassuring smile. “Mhm. Just lazy.” 

“I thought you were falling asleep on me a minute ago,” says James. He gives your hands, intertwined across his abdomen, a loving squeeze. “Why don’t you go rest on the couch, angel? This’ll be ready in just a minute.” 

You sigh as you let him go. “So eager to be rid of me.” 

“I just know she wants to watch her show,” he teases. Lily presses a kiss into his cheek before leading you over in front of the telly. 

Your girlfriend is a current events junkie. Most mornings you come into the sitting room to find her already watching the news, tsking quietly to herself while she munches on a piece of toast. She’ll stay right there until she has to go to work, and on the way she’ll listen to a podcast to catch any highlights she might have missed on the local channel. Sundays, it’s back-to-back-to-back news programs for most of the morning. Lily loves it, and you and James—well, you just love indulging Lily in anything she likes, really. 

“Sure you’re alright?” she asks as you cuddle up against her side, pulling a throw from over the top of the couch. 

Really, sometimes you think your girlfriend is too clever for her own good. Or yours, apparently. 

You twine your fingers with hers, saying, “Mhm,” just as the morning’s breaking story comes on, and then she’s distracted. 

James comes in with breakfast a short while later. He lifts your legs to settle in underneath them, and you hum gratefully as you bite into your bacon. With Lily’s hand clasped with yours and his forearm laying across your calves, you’re the picture of contentment. James makes idle comments about which actors the newscasters look like, and Lily corrects him when he gets all the Chrises mixed up. 

“Surprised you haven’t gone and got that book you’re obsessed with yet,” James teases you as two government types debate a financial issue you don’t think you could grasp on your best day. You’re hardly conscious as you stare at the screen. “You really must be tired.” 

“I’m done with that one,” you mumble. 

“What?” He sounds surprised. “I thought you really liked it.” 

“Oh. Yeah, I did.” You realize what you’ve just admitted. “I meant that I finished it.” 

James’ eyebrows make an appearance over the rims of his glasses. “I forget how quick you are sometimes. Weren’t you only, like, midway through after dinner last night?” 

“Yeah…” 

You can practically feel Lily’s attention shifting to you. “Sweetheart,” she says in a tone both dreading and knowing, “how late did you stay up reading last night?” 

“It was,” you hedge, “a really good book.” 

“Mhm,” she hums, prompting. “And when did you go to sleep?”

Your voice quiets. “I didn’t.” 

Lily seems vindicated, but James’ mouth pops open in utter astonishment. 

“The whole night?” he asks. “You read until morning?” 

“I finished it just a little while before you woke up,” you admit. 

“I thought your eyes looked red.” Lily wraps an arm around your shoulders, laying a heavy kiss on your head. You all but melt into her side. “You should have said, love. It’s the weekend; there’s no reason we can’t have a nap.” 

James rubs underneath his glasses. “What am I going to do with the two of you?” 

“Me?” Lily asks defensively. 

“Oh,” your boyfriend levels her with a look, “don’t think I’ve forgotten that I had to come pick you up from work at nearly two in the morning last month after you wouldn’t come home.” 

“That was completely different!” 

“Never in my life have I had the desire to stay up for an entire night. And to read! Lovie, if you’d been out at least I could understand…” 

“No you wouldn’t,” you say. “You’d still want to come get me.”

“True,” James concedes. “Maybe it is better that I’ve chosen such nerds.” 

“It feels like he’s trying to insult us,” you murmur to Lily. 

She shrugs. “I take it as a compliment.” 

James grins, leaning over to kiss her and then you in turn. “I know you do, lovely.”

[toorumlk]

oh to get wine drunk with your childhood best friend