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Jess. 18. Little bit of everything. Supernatural, misfits, books, harry potter, hunger games, humour, architecture, friends, doctor who, sherlock, the book thief (book) you name it i probably blog it

maruckaaa:

Dear diary,
Something odd happened today.
Well, let me start from the beginning. Potter bumped into me, making me drop books and what not. But instead of cheeky remark, he crouched and helped me gather them up again, without a word. Just an apology afterwards. No ‘Evans, let me make up to you.’ or ‘Was I so dreamy that you became a klutz?’
It’s confusing. Maybe Remus was right. Maybe he really did change.
Anyways, I need to go now, Alice will kill me if we’re late for Transfiguration again.

Lils x

maruckaaa:

Dear diary,

Something odd happened today.

Well, let me start from the beginning. Potter bumped into me, making me drop books and what not. But instead of cheeky remark, he crouched and helped me gather them up again, without a word. Just an apology afterwards. No ‘Evans, let me make up to you.’ or ‘Was I so dreamy that you became a klutz?’

It’s confusing. Maybe Remus was right. Maybe he really did change.

Anyways, I need to go now, Alice will kill me if we’re late for Transfiguration again.

Lils x

i-love-the-way-you-love-me:

I’m not sure how to ask this..but here’s my best shot.

Be the Brittany to my Santana..

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Be the Kurt to my Blaine..

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Be the Quinn to my Rachel..

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Be the Annie to my Finnick..

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Be the Mike to my Tina..

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Be the Beauty to my Beast..

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Be the Lily to my James..

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Be the sun to my moon..

Be the melody to my harmony..

Be the light to my darkness..

Be the winter to my spring..

…But most of all..

Be the reality to my dreams..

voyancepatronus:

Lily and James fics are the worst, because you know they get together, and you know they love each other

and you also know they die

and that hurts so much

Really?

bloodysquibs:



Snape called Lily a mudblood - sure, but James did some equally bad things. 



Really?  Really? JUST. Really, huh? 


Because calling somebody a derogatory slur, becoming a Death Eater, bullying your loved-one’s son and all of his friends is equally proportionate to picking on your enemy but then saving their life and changing for the better. 

Makes sense. 

The Curse of Jily Shipping

lilacwineandcrucio:

Jily shipping is great, but then you realize that the Lily and James that sass each other in TLAT are the same ones that say “You’ve been so brave, sweetheart” and “You’re nearly there, son” in Deathly Hallows and it makes you want to stab your own neck with a pen and it destroys your life and you wonder why you live in a world where that is a thing that exists.

It’s still my OTP though. 

heart-ablaze:

“What are we doing here?”
“Shh!” Lily said, waving her hand over Mary’s face as she tried to concentrate on the figures in the air,

“I do not understand your newfound interest in Quidditch. Or early mornings for that matter.” Mary scowled, pulling her coat closer around her as she shivered. Lily ignored her. Her eyes becoming glued to the figure she’d been looking for.

James Potter.
She narrowed her eyes slightly; watching him point down the other end of the pitch, she could see he was shouting something at the team, but she couldn’t hear what.

“Look, it’s great that you want to perv on Potter and everything, but do I have to be here? I’m losing the feeling in my fingers…” Mary complained, breathing into her hands to try and warm them up.

“Fine, fine. Go back inside.” Lily muttered, not paying much attention at all to Mary McDonald’s complaints. James ran a hand through his hair, and even from the distance, Lily could tell he had that annoyed crinkle on his forehead.
James bloody Potter.
She hated that she’d noticed so much about him; like how he put far too much salt on his dinner, and that he bit his thumb nail when he got nervous, that his annoying hair ruffling was usually because he was thinking hard about something, or he was frustrated. She noticed the way he always forgot to tuck in the back of his school shirt, the way whenever anyone said anything about Sirius Black; James was always the first to stand up for him. She noticed that Remus Lupin was left handed; but whenever he sat on James’ right in class, James would write with his left hand instead of his right, so he didn’t knock Remus’ arm when he was taking notes. She noticed his smile, and how at peace he looked on a broom, and part of her couldn’t help but smile when she saw his face soften the second he pushed off the ground and into the air.
She’d been off in her own world, and didn’t notice that the team had touched back down to the ground, and were headed back to the castle. It wasn’t until he was standing right in front of her, broom in hand and eyebrow cocked, did she shake herself out of her reverie, and catch the words, “You alright, Evans?” tumble easily from his mouth. Her cheeks burned, as her brow furrowed slightly,

“You’re on patrol tonight, Potter. Just wanted to remind you.”  

heart-ablaze:

“What are we doing here?”

“Shh!” Lily said, waving her hand over Mary’s face as she tried to concentrate on the figures in the air,

“I do not understand your newfound interest in Quidditch. Or early mornings for that matter.” Mary scowled, pulling her coat closer around her as she shivered. Lily ignored her. Her eyes becoming glued to the figure she’d been looking for.

James Potter.

She narrowed her eyes slightly; watching him point down the other end of the pitch, she could see he was shouting something at the team, but she couldn’t hear what.

“Look, it’s great that you want to perv on Potter and everything, but do I have to be here? I’m losing the feeling in my fingers…” Mary complained, breathing into her hands to try and warm them up.

“Fine, fine. Go back inside.” Lily muttered, not paying much attention at all to Mary McDonald’s complaints. James ran a hand through his hair, and even from the distance, Lily could tell he had that annoyed crinkle on his forehead.

James bloody Potter.

She hated that she’d noticed so much about him; like how he put far too much salt on his dinner, and that he bit his thumb nail when he got nervous, that his annoying hair ruffling was usually because he was thinking hard about something, or he was frustrated. She noticed the way he always forgot to tuck in the back of his school shirt, the way whenever anyone said anything about Sirius Black; James was always the first to stand up for him. She noticed that Remus Lupin was left handed; but whenever he sat on James’ right in class, James would write with his left hand instead of his right, so he didn’t knock Remus’ arm when he was taking notes. She noticed his smile, and how at peace he looked on a broom, and part of her couldn’t help but smile when she saw his face soften the second he pushed off the ground and into the air.

She’d been off in her own world, and didn’t notice that the team had touched back down to the ground, and were headed back to the castle. It wasn’t until he was standing right in front of her, broom in hand and eyebrow cocked, did she shake herself out of her reverie, and catch the words, “You alright, Evans?” tumble easily from his mouth. Her cheeks burned, as her brow furrowed slightly,

“You’re on patrol tonight, Potter. Just wanted to remind you.”