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thejilyship · 1 year
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I am only on chapter 2 of Peeta's Games and it is somehow already breaking my heart? thank you for posting about it so I could find it. It's incredible. (don't worry, I have also let the author know how much I am loving it too haha)
YESSS! It's so good, isn't it! I've been screaming at @cellularphoneexplosion all night because she's reading it too. This is brilliant. I love that I was able to bring this fic to y'alls attention. amazing. patting myself on the back as I type this.
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sirenicc · 2 years
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Thanks for the tag, @annabtg!
Tag 10 people you want to know better
Relationship: married to the boy I called dibs on when we were kids
Favorite color: black
Favorite food: lasagna, maybe (I'm chronically indecisive)
Song stuck in head: "Blood // Water" - grandson
Last thing I googled: either "medieval bathing & hygiene" or "living with PNES" (I have a separate tab group just for my weird writer searches)
Time: noon o clock
Dream trip: I've been thinking about this and I don't really have one. It would just be a dream to travel at all since I never have.
Tagging: @billsfangearring, @jfleamont, @siriuslychessi, @cellularphoneexplosion, @solstilla, and anyone else who wants to participate!
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nought-shall-go-ill · 2 years
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Two new fics??? 👀🤩 (don’t mind me creeping on your tags 😎)
@cellularphoneexplosion And don’t mind me not realising I had an ask box until now… 😳
But yes two new fics (actually three but the third is on a bit of a long hiatus)! Although, they’re slow in progress as I’m working on #lifethings also.
They’re my babies and will take a thousand years to come out, so I’ll share their premises for now (not that you asked… sorry!):
Baby #1: A Bildungsroman multi-chapter fic loosely based on The Queen’s Gambit in which Lily Evans is a chess ace battling sexism and classism in seventies Britain.
Baby #2: A long one shot vaguely inspired by The Cowherder & the Weaver Girl in which Lily and James are magically separated except for one day of the year when they can see each other.
Baby #3/Hiatus Baby: A long one shot told from the POV of Euphemia Potter detailing the progression of Lily and James’ relationship. Euphemia, though an advocate for muggle rights, has a many prejudices to overcome throughout the fic, and it deals a lot with all the micro-aggressions and casual biases of the wizarding world.
I hope one day they will all come to fruition. We’ll see!
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thequibblah · 2 years
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@cellularphoneexplosion​ oh my god okay by no means an exhaustive list also i realise a lot of this is tv but
p&p 2005 because duh, and i’ll get the obvious ones out of the way — anything hans zimmer (especially sherlock homes), anything howard shore
honestly any dario marianelli — a big fan of anna karenina (2012), jane eyre (2011), and atonement
i also love trevor morris’s score — esp for vikings, the tudors, and the borgias
the green knight score by daniel hart is fucking unreal
the only good thing to come out of g/ame of thr/ones is ramin djawadi’s excellent score
bear mccreary’s black sails (especially this hoooo my god, just reading about his process here makes me want to scream and yell), da vinci’s demons, and outlander
i know alexandre desplat is like the least cool and niche score composer to mention but i especially love the score for the imitation game
lorne balfe for his dark materials and the crown (with rupert gregson-williams)
also rupert gregson-williams for catherine the great
abel korzeniowski for penny dreadful
fernando velázquez for crimson peak
rachel portman’s the duchess, belle, emma (1996)
debbie wiseman for wolf hall
benoit charest for jonathan strange & mr norrell
jed kurzel’s macbeth (2015), a weirdo movie but great music hahaha
rupert gregson-williams for w/onder wo/man is SO brilliant
daniel pemberton for the man from uncle, into the spiderverse, ocean’s 8
danny elfman’s alice in wonderland
alexandra harwood for the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society
ben salisbury & geoff barrow for annihilation
alex weston for the farewell
kris bowers for dear white people
mark mothersbaugh for thor: ragnarok the best marvel score of all time write it down quote me idc
jeremy zuckerman / the track team for the avatar shows
junkie xl for mad max (and special shoutout for “is she with you?” like top five score introductions for a character ever???)
god this is too long but also video game score by sarah schachner, winifred phillips, austin wintory, and darren korb
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billsfangearring · 2 years
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Hi hi 🥰 14 and 25!!
Dylan!!! Hi love! Thanks for the numbers <3
14. What’s your favorite color?
A deep blue-green! So calming.
25. What’s your favorite decade?
This is such an interesting question! I don't think I've thought about it before. Style-wise, probably the 70s. (An incredibly hot take from a Marauders era fan, I know.) From decades that I was actually alive for, I'd say the Aughts. I was listening to my blunder years (middle school) playlist this morning and now I'm feeling nostalgic haha. Bring back pop punk!!!
Questions from ♡ asks ♡
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moonawrites · 3 years
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Maybe the next away match they will stay at a hotel but oh no there aren’t enough rooms! So James and Coleman will have to share a room but ohhh nooo there’s only one bed??? I guess they’ll just have to be forced to become closer and maybe reconcile their differences (pivot to an enemies to lovers??) and then they’ll come back to announce they want to be teammates (and lovers???) forever and ever 🥰 Lily will have to understand and eventually finds the cure to cancer.
how the hell did you guess my entire plot??? and I thought the foreshadowing was very subtle 😕
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clare-with-no-i · 2 years
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G and O for the fanfic asks! 💖✨
hi hi hi!!
G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
I write out of order, for sure! Whatever lines pop into my head are the ones I put down on paper, and they're often mixed and match from various scenes in a story. I don't know if I've ever written something start-to-finish.
O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?
hm. I guess I'd have to say with the characters, since I write specifically for Jily and the Marauders? It's funny, because I just kind of can't even put these two as opposing options, so my brain is short-circuiting trying to formulate an answer here HAHA
thank you so so much aaaAA!
here's the link if anyone wants to send me fanfic asks!
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relyingonoldships · 3 years
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4, 7, and 10 for the HP asks!
Thank you ☺️
4. Favourite character and why?
Growing up it was always a toss between Ron or Hermione which I think led me to ship them so ferociously 😂 but now I have a real affinity for Miss Ginny Weasley and it's mainly because the movies did her so dirty I need to love her more to make up for it.
7. Favourite book and why?
PoA always and forever. Sometimes I'll convince myself it's HBP but my heart belongs to PoA and that's that.
10. Which character do you relate to most, and why?
Now? My girl McGonagall. I started a career in teaching and honestly the equal parts exasperation and pride that she has for her students is. so. real. I strive to hit that fine line between feared and respected 😂 Also she's a badass Scot as am I, clearly. 😏
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startanewdream · 3 years
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Five Stages of Starflower
Summary: James is oblivious, Lily is mostly okay with her unrequited love and Sirius has a few plans about this situation. For @keepingupwithpotters,@sunshine-marauders, @cellularphoneexplosion and @zephyrcove who all gave me the most Jily prompt of all time (“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”) and for @magixbeans (“I refuse to stop irritating you until you give me attention.”). Thanks for helping me celebrate this day ❤
Warning only for a few f-words every now and then (Lily curses when she is upset).
Sirius knows it.
Sirius fucking Black knows it.
Lily had been careful ever since last semester when she started to realize the signs of those things. She’d tried to back away, to avoid more contact despite the fact they had exchanged letters through Summer (just normal conversation, talking about what was going on and their families and discussing their friends – it didn’t mean anything), and that they had seen each other (they just happened to be on Diagon Alley on the same day to shopping, which was smarter and safer—and also didn’t mean anything), and Lily had convinced herself that her feelings for him were entirely friendly and would remain so—if only they hadn’t become Heads together.
There was no way her feelings could remain amicable when she was required to stay together with James Potter for hours at a time, alone in the Prefects Room as they worked and planned, their hands brushing against each other sometimes; or when they would run away to share a hot chocolate at the kitchen, enjoying the fact that as Head Boy and Head Girl they could ignore a little more the curfew, and he’d make her laugh and would help her wipe off the chocolate out of the corner of her mouth.
Lily had fancied someone before, and she knew how to identify the signs, as pale as those previous signs seemed when it came to James. Still, she knew what meant the way she would shiver whenever he’d touched her, or how her heart would skip a beat when their eyes met without planning and he would grin deviously at her or how she would sit closer to him than she needed, just to catch a sniff more of that wonderful scent.
She was falling for James Potter and the worst part was that she’d totally missed the timing in which he fancied her back.
Because all those signs she saw in herself were unfortunately absent from him. James had apparently mastered the art of considering her as nothing more than his friend, because when he’d touched the corner of her mouth—and she had blinked to him, she really had, a blink that said we are alone now and you are touching my mouth can you just kiss me?—James had done nothing but smile nicely, friendly, drawing away.
And she absolutely knew he was treating her as just his friend when the very next week he’d asked her if she didn’t mind changing her Friday patrol rounds with Leanne Diggory. Fridays were the day they patrolled together until late in the night. Fridays were the days where they would go to the kitchen and share a drink and talk about life and it was their moment.
‘Sure,' she had said, acting as if she didn’t understand what his request meant for them. ‘Any particular reason?’
James had flushed then, his hand automatically flying to his hair like he did when he was nervous and after a moment he glanced at Leanne across the Prefects Room. Lily had followed the direction of his gaze; Leanne was smiling back at James and Lily understood even more.
‘Well,’ she said then, keeping her voice carefully light even as a crushing weight had taken residence in her chest. ‘It’s a pretty reason.'
She couldn’t fault James for not being interested in her anymore, but she couldn’t also just stop feeling that thing for him, not since there was no way for her to avoid him completely. So she resigned herself to having a platonic crush on James Potter, one that she administered very well until the day of the first Quidditch game of the season.
Lily had been so diligent that none of her friends had noticed her feelings for him—and she knew that because there was no way Mary or Dorcas would keep it silent if they suspected. She had been careful not to gasp when they were on the grounds and James had been dropped at the lake by Sirius, stepping out of the water and taking off his shirt to dry himself (but she had taken that memory to her heart and lost herself in dreams about him); she had not frowned when she saw James leaving his group at the last Hogsmeade trip to go talk with Leanne, flashing that dangerous grin of his to her (but she had punched her pillow in anger lately, wishing James had come to her).
And then there was the first Quidditch match and Gryffindor had won and in the post-game euphoria, Lily had made the tiny mistake of hugging James and keeping that guilty longing smile on her face when they had broken apart.
That’s when her gaze had met Sirius, and he had widened his eyes in surprise, taking in all that her smile meant—by the time Lily had rearranged her face into a normal expression, Sirius was smirking knowingly, that moron.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He knows. Lily knows he knows. Sirius knows Lily knows he knows.
It could be worse if it were any of other James’ friends, she reasons dismayingly. Remus would have come to talk to her and urge her to share her feelings with James; Peter would spill the word to James, unable to keep a secret from him.
But it doesn’t look like any of these other scenarios is really worse as she sees Sirius’ eyes shining with a predatory look, like a wolf that knows it got his prey.
She considers running away. But Lily is no coward, there is no place for her to go permanently and she believes in keeping her enemies closer, if Sirius could be considered as one, at any chance. That’s why she keeps her ground, pretending everything is nice and not at all bothered when she sees James is near the fireplace talking with Leanne Diggory.
It won’t fool Sirius, but Lily can keep her dignity at least.
And remaining alone at the drinks table allows for him to get closer to her, which is important for her to check how much damage she did today.
‘Enjoying the party, Evans?’
Lily nearly sighs. Nearly one year of friendship with the Marauders told her they only call her by the last name when they are in full teasing mode.
James calls her a lot by Evans, though, but it sounds nice and she rather likes it.
‘Same as always. Nice party.'
‘Oh, I thought you’d be feeling… too crowded.' Sirius throws a glance towards the fireplace and Lily doesn’t need to follow the direction of his gaze to know what he is talking about. ‘Maybe you wish you were at one of those Head meetings.'
Lily pretends to be amused. ‘Heads can enjoy parties too.'
‘One of the Heads is certainly enjoying the party if the party is happening back at the throat of Leanne Diggory—’
She can control her eyes enough to not look in their direction to confirm how literal Sirius is being right now, but she cannot stop the grimace on her face fast enough; it is a spasm of hurt and anger and jealousy, and it becomes obvious that Sirius saw all these emotions when his grin just increases.
Well, too late to still save her dignity.
‘Good for him. Now, if you excuse me—’
‘Oh, I don’t,’ he replies gladly. ‘Why, you seem a little green to me, Evans.'
‘It’s my eyes, maybe you didn’t notice their colour before.'
‘Well, I never particularly cared, but I remember a young bloke reciting that your eyes were pure emerald bestowing grace upon that poor bloke’s heart.'
‘Jade,’ she corrects before she can think better of it. ‘He compared them to jades.'
Sirius’ grin is criminal now. At least, it’s making her want to murder him.
‘My, Evans, for someone that threw a hex at him you seem to have memorized his words.'
‘He kneeled to recite that poem to me in the middle of the Common Room, what else could I do?’
‘Snogged him?’ Sirius suggests, arching one eyebrow when Lily shakes her head. ‘Just imagine, if you had snogged him back then, he might not be snogging someone else right now.'
It’s a fair assumption, but this time Lily doesn’t have to disguise any particular emotion. She doesn’t regret not going out with James before; they were far too different back then. He matured a lot since those days when he would ask her out when he would be so infatuated with her that it was annoying mostly…
Unfortunately, in the list of things he changed since growing up, his feelings for her were included.
That makes her frown.
‘He is free to do whatever he wants,’ she says, a safe mid-term.
‘Or whoever he wants.’
She closes her fists, wanting to punch something; most likely Sirius’ face, though she will settle for her pillow too.
‘Are you here for any reason or you just want to piss me, Black?’
‘Mentioning that James’ hands are all over Diggory’s bum would piss you?’
‘Ah, fuck off, Sirius,’ she says, not bothering anymore to pretend anything.
He laughs—a loud carefree sound that seems like a dog’s bark to warn that something is happening; in this case, that Lily Evans is making a fool of herself.
‘I will leave you alone—if you just admit it.’
‘Admit what?’
'Are we really playing this game, Evans? Let's not go through the five stages of Lily Evans' acceptance of her undying love for James Potter, shall we?'
Lily blinks, fighting not to splurge over her drink.
'I have no idea what you are talking about, Sirius.'
'Have it your way then. I just thought you should know, I was kidding. James' tongue is carefully kept inside his mouth.'
And he indicates the fireplace. Lily looks at it now and, sure enough, though James is still talking to Leanne, he is fairly apart from her, hands untouching, in a friendly stance.
When she looks back, Sirius is not there anymore, but wherever he is she knows he is smirking, that prat. Continue reading on AO3 :)
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nah-she-didnt · 3 years
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From the list of prompts 16 hinny?
Alright, here’s the deal. For some reason, I can’t find the prompt list again, I’m so sorry! So if you’ll forgive me, here’s the answer i wrote to prompt #10 (which was also prompted to me by the lovely @sweeethinny) and shoutout to @cellularphoneexplosion for inspiring me to write a ouid fic.
Also, it’s midnight (11:55) and I’m baked, happy 4/20 y’all!
(cw: drug mention)
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“What’s it called again?”
“Mary Wants Ya,” Sirius said confidently.  
“Marijuana,” Remus corrected, “it’s from a plant. You put it in a pipe or roll it up like a cigarette, then you smoke.”
“How strong can it be if a muggle drug?” Peter said as he eyed the small bag in Remus’ hand, “Maybe it’s like how muggle alcohol is less strong for wizards.”
“Only one way to find out!” James said cheerily. He held his hand out confidently to Remus, who obliged. James removed one of the small, white joints from the bag and lifted it to his nose. “It smells weird.”
“Weird how?” Peter asked with an enthusiastic squeal.
“Like spices,” James frowned as he smelled the plant, “and skunks.”
James lifted the joint to his lips and lit it with the end of his wand. He sucked in a breath of air, held it for a few seconds, then let it out. The boys watched in fascination as the cloud swirled up towards the ceiling.
“Blimey,” Sirius whispered, watching the cloud dissipate, “how do you feel?”
“I don’t feel anything,” James shrugged, “it must not work on me.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “Give it a few minutes. Alright, Padfoot, you next.”
Sirius accepted the joint as if it were the Sword of Gryffindor. He took his turn slowly, savoring the smoke in his lungs for several seconds before letting out a long exhale. This impressive display was proceeded by a long, wet coughing fit.
“C-C-hrist, Remus,” Sirius gasped between coughs, “are you trying to kill us?”
“No!” Remus insisted as he tried not to laugh too hard at Sirius’ state, “No, trust me, you’ll feel it more after you’ve coughed a bit.”
“Maybe I should have coughed,” James said grumpily, “I don’t feel anything. It must not work on me.”
“My turn!” Peter cried. He held his hand out for the joint.
“Not so fast,” Remus scolded. He took the joint from Sirius’ outstretched hand, “It’s circle etiquette. No skips allowed.”
Remus brought the joint to his lips, took in a long, deep breath, then exhaled his cloud of smoke in one fluid motion. He coughed once, then grinned up at his friends. “I should have mentioned, this isn’t my first time.”
“Blimey, Moony,” Sirius said, his voice hoarse, “you make that look downright sexy.”
To his horror, Remus could feel a blush creeping up his neck. “Right,” he squeaked as he held the joint out to Peter, “your turn.”
Peter managed somehow to have an even worse coughing fit than Sirius. James, who insisted that he didn’t feel anything and that the drug didn’t work on him, did his best to cough as well on his next turn to try and feel the effects more intensely.
A few minutes later found the boys still in their circle, perhaps a little more slumped in their postures than before. Sirius was staring dreamily out the dormitory window, Remus slumped against Peter’s legs, and James stubbed the halfway-finished joint out into the ashtray on his lap.
“This is bollocks,” James muttered slowly, his eyes unfocused, “I don’t feel anything, it must not work on me.”
“Prongs, if you say that one more time, I’m going to chuck that pair of socks of Evans’ that you stole in third year out the window,” Sirius said lazily.
James sat bolt upright. “I knew you’d been sneaking in my trunk!”
“Oi,” Peter called from his spot on the floor. He pointed to three dots on the open map that sat between them. The dots were moving with impressive speed. “we’ve got company.”
The door to the dormitory burst open before the boys had even a hope of covering up the incriminating scene. There stood three eager-looking girls.
“Remus,” Dorcas called from the doorway, “don’t think I’ve forgotten.”
Remus’ eyes dashed between each of the three girls. “Erm, forgotten what?”
“That you said you’ve got grass,” Lily said as she stared at the joint that still sat on the ashtray in James’ lap, “alright, Potter?”
“My eyes are up here, Evans,” James deadpanned.
Lily smirked, “Whatever.” she, Mary, and Dorcas filed into the room and took their places in the circle. Lily chose the open spot next to James, plucked the joint from his’ lap, and lit it with the end of her wand.
“Two prefects in one go,” Mary called at Lily as she inhaled, “my my, such rule-breaking.” Lily did not reply but gave Mary the finger as she held in her breath.
“What were you saying about James’ socks, Moony?” Sirius grinned from across the circle.
“Shut it, dog breath,” James snapped as he chucked a pillow at Sirius’ head.
The group continued to pass the joint around the circle until it burned out completely. They sat in silence for a few moments, all leaning against one another or gazing silently in the same directions. Tangled together in hazy unison. At last, Remus spoke.  
“Dorcas, how did you even know that I had it?”
Dorcas snorted. “You told me in History of Magic, dolt. Don’t you remember?”
Remus frowned. “No, I don’t.”
“You ought to be careful, Moony,” Sirius said in a sing-song voice, “they say this stuff will rot your brain and kill your memory,”
“That’s bollocks,” Lily said with a wave of her hand, “nothing wrong with getting a little stoned. Well, unless you do too much at once, that’s no fun.”
“What on earth are you talking about?” James scoffed, “Do too much? How can you do too much? Honestly, I don’t feel anything, it must not work on me.”
Lily patted him gingerly on the shoulder. “I think that’s enough for you, now.”
“Mmm,” James hummed. He closed his eyes, then leaned sleepily down to rest his head on Lily’s outstretched leg. His eyelids fluttered slightly, and his breathing became slow and rhythmic. He had, miraculously, fallen fast asleep.
The whole circle burst into silent snickers.
“What a lightweight,” Mary hissed from between her fingers as she tried to stifle her giggles.
“Shh,” Lily whispered as she flapped her hand at her laughing friends, trying in vain to keep them quiet, “you’ll wake him.”
“Who would have thought,” Sirius hiccuped as he winked at Lily, “you like him sleeping on you, don’t you Evans?”
Lily stuck her tongue in his direction. “Shut it, you.”
But Remus couldn’t help but notice the flush that crept up her neck and onto her cheeks at Sirius’ words. He watched her for the rest of the afternoon, noticing the way she would look down at James’ sleeping form and smile softly. Perhaps Lily wasn’t a lightweight, but she did not have a particularly good poker face either.
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emeralddoeadeer · 3 years
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Get to Know Meme
Tagged by: @figg-anon @theresthesnitch @sicklesandgalleons @isahorcrux @crimson-snitch
rules: tag nine people you want to know better
three ships: Jily. BlackEvans brotp? FleaMiaPotter?
last song: Porcupine Tree - Collapse The Light Into Earth
last movie: Transformers..
currently reading: 847 Jily fics?
bedside table - The Book You Wish Your Parents had Read - Philippa Perry (it's on a time out), Yes Please - Amy Poehler (dipping in and out of), Where the Crawdads Sing - Delia Owens (next in line)
currently watching:
currently consuming: Dark chocolate with orange Bournville
currently craving: an Ice cold frozen margarita
Tagging: @sunshine-marauders @cesays @clare-with-no-i
@cellularphoneexplosion @startanewdream
@constancezin @pottinglilies @mppmaraudergirl
anyone who wants
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thejilyship · 3 years
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From the prompts! “I made a bet. I lost. It’s as simple as that.” (Feel free to make it fem!jily ;) Love, the-dream-team)
thank you!
“I made a bet. I lost. It’s as simple as that.” 
Lily frowned deeply. “You lost me?” 
Jamie nodded, looking sad, yes, but there was nothing but mischief in her eyes. 
“To Sirius?” 
“Yes.” 
“I’m dating Sirius now?” 
Jamie made a face, her eyes flashing momentarily. “I don’t like it when you say that. But essentially, yet.” 
“You understand that it’s almost Valentine’s day, right? That this was going to be a big, romantic date? The kind of date that we, as students, don’t get to go on very often? One that involved no sneaking about after hours or off the castle grounds?” 
“I thought I would win! I didn’t mean to ruin our date!” 
Lily sighed. “Look, I actually feel bad for you, because I know that Sirius and I will have fun today, but...” She shrugged and Jamie was frowning now. “You’ve got no one to go to Hogsmeade with.” 
Jamie blinked at her for a moment, before reaching up and pushing her hair back away from her face. “I’m still going with the two of you.” 
“You’re going to crash our date?” Lily narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think I’m comfortable with that. I have a lot of couple’s activities planned. A lot of things that just wouldn’t work with a third person.” 
“So you are mad.” 
Lily shook her head. “Why would you think that?” 
“Lily, I said I was sorry!” 
“It’s fine! You lost a bet. It’s as simple as that.” 
Sirius came up from behind Lily and slung an arm over her shoulder. He looked quite ecstatic,  “Did Jamie tell you the exciting news?” 
“Yes.” Lily nodded, giving him a cheerful smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. These two would drive her to an early grave some day. “And I hope you know, that since you enabled her, I’m going to make you participate in all of the things I had planned for Jamie and me.” 
Sirius swallowed, but his smile didn’t drop. “Of course! I would expect nothing less.” 
“Just you and me. All day. Doing all of the romantic couple shit that you mock us for.” 
Sirius’s smile slipped and he looked over at Jamie, who was still frowning. 
“So we’re not to make bets that affect you,” Sirius cleared his throat and raised his brow. “Is that what I’m to make of this?” 
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nought-shall-go-ill · 2 years
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Six Books I Plan To Read This Summer
Thank you, thank you @the-dream-team & @relyingonoldships for the tag. Sorry that this took forever to do, as I’ve had an exhausting 3-day weekend.
1. Prisoners of Geography: Ten Maps That Tell You Everything You Need To Know About Global Politics by Tim Marshall
I am currently reading this, and though it’s outdated, maundering, and I disagree with quite a few of the terms used, it has still been an interesting read.
2. Daisy Jones and The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I’m jumping on the bandwagon, as I’ve heard good things about this book and author. I’m starting with this one, as I love reading about the seventies (naturally).
3. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
Same reasons as above.
4. The Bread the Devil Knead by Lisa Allen-Agostini
This isn’t my usual sort of book, but I have had heard excellent things about it and modern Trinidadian fiction in general. It is probably the book I’m most looking forward to this summer.
5. How to Read Literature by Terry Eagleton
Every now and then I miss my degree and regret not doing more academic reading, so I buy a book to get the old brain cells working again. This is one of those books.
6. Pride: The Unlikely Story of the True Heroes of the Miner's Strike by Tim Tate
I was initially not going to read this book, as I believed it was a depiction of a LGBTQ+, working class experience written by a straight, middle-class man. However, after learning more about the story from the @queerasfact podcast and finding out that it is more of a collation of interviews than a rewrite, I have decided to give it a go.
Forgot to tag! Oops! Tagging: @mppmaraudergirl @mabeltothknows @petalstofish @mlw10 @inthe-afterglows @cellularphoneexplosion
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thequibblah · 2 years
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Ooooh I'm very interested in The North (Jily and Wolfstar au) !!
@cellularphoneexplosion it’s a Catholic Lily and Remus and Protestant Sirius and James North of Ireland muggle au set in the late 1980s or early 1990s.
The Blacks are rich, and Orion Black is the leader of the Loyal Orange Institution - a Protestant, sectarian, triumphalist, and supremacist group. Lily and Remus’ fathers (unbeknownst to them) are members of the IRA - a paramilitary terrorist group fighting to drive the British from the North. Peter Pettigrew is their friend. They’re teenagers and all a bit clueless at the start.
I think you can see the potential for some drama??
It’s probably going to be called “Through The Barricades” which is a Spandau Ballet song about Northern Ireland which I think works well?
(Not writing it yet as I’m still writing the other two WIPs which is more than I have time for!! And I can’t decide how angsty to make it 😬😬😬!)
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22, 23, and 25 for the ask game! ❤️
22. Describe your writing process.
My ideas pretty much always start out with a particular scene that really sticks out to me, and I develop the concept and plot around that. (For fcac, that scene is in chapter 7, which is why I've been so excited to write it!) If not that I'll have the vague idea of a plot, or bits of dialogue and build from there. I like to start with an overall outline of the story, very loose and not too detailed, just so I have some general direction to start writing. I also like to write character profiles of all the important characters outlining where they're at when the story starts and the important aspects of where they've been + where they're headed, because to me my characters are always the heart of my stories, far more important to me than plot. Then I just start writing. So my writing process is basically just, essential planning and then going with the flow. It almost always evolves from what I intended when I started, and that's what makes writing fun for me so I let it happen instead of forcing myself to stick to an outline that no longer works. My main plot points and endgame remain the same because otherwise nothing would make sense, but the how's and when's often change. As I get deeper into the story I'm able to flesh out my outlines with more detail and with something like fcac where I'm updating as I write, I like to at least have the next 2 chapters outlined in some detail because it helps me keep my writing focused.
23. Who or what most inspires your writing?
A lot of things! I guess in the broadest sense, my own feelings inspire my writing. I'm a really emotional person and I use writing, whether it's original work, fanfiction or poetry to process and move on from what I'm feeling. As far as something more literal, I think what inspires me and sparks ideas the most is music. I love listening to songs and creating stories for them, lyrics are a huge part of my listening experience as well as whatever feelings a song evokes. I always have some story in my head when I listen to music and that bleeds into what I write. Other things that inspire my stories though are like, stuff I experience, stuff people around me experience, other stories I love like from TV or movies, things I want to experience, stories I want to read etc.
25. What do you feel you’re best at when it comes to writing?
Definitely dialogue and character relationships. Dialogue is where I usually start writing too, and what I have the most fun with. Most of (what I regard as) my best scenes start as pure dialogue and then I add everything else in later. It just comes really easily to me and I think it's possibly what makes my writing good or stand out to people who like it? And then like I said, the characters are the heart of all my writing so writing good dynamics and relationship development is essential to me, I work hard at it and I think it's one of the things I can do well. When I assess my writing I think these are the two aspects I can say I do well... everything else I still struggle a lot with and I think I need to work on it. Like plot development, pacing, settings, etc I still feel like I'm a baby learning how to write.
Thank you for the questions!!
ask me about my writing!
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