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“a fresh slice of a plastic galaxy on the ceiling of her four-poster, the renewed glow a nostalgic reminder of her earlier years in hogwarts. it should be cinnamon apple, not apple cinnamon, she remembers sometimes as well, laughing quietly in the dark, eyes already closed.
(also: because i like you, he said. not like that, he said. i think you're cool, he said.)” — bad day wall (ao3)
unfortunately some kids still post non-jily related stuff on the jily tag, so if you're primarily a jily+marauders blog and you find this, can you interact with this post please so i can find more people to follow and not have to go on the tag for now and/or rely on the dumbass algorithm and/or potentially subject myself to the contamination
thank you
this day (march 16th) 21 years ago (2003), american activist rachel corrie was crushed to death by an israeli bulldozer while she protested the demolition of palestinian homes in rafah. she was 24. this april, she would have turned 45.
Sandra Jordan wrote in The Observer that because Corrie was American her death attracted more attention than the deaths of Palestinians under similar circumstances: "On the night of Corrie's death, nine Palestinians were killed in the Gaza Strip, among them a four-year-old girl and a man aged 90. A total of 220 people have died in Rafah since the beginning of the intifada. Palestinians know the death of one American receives more attention than the killing of hundreds of Muslims." (Wikipedia)
while we honor corrie's sacrifice, we must remember what she fought for. you can read her emails from rafah about her experiences in palestine at the rachel corrie foundation for peace and justice, organized by her parents cindy and craig who continue her work.
ramadan kareem and may we see a free palestine in our lifetimes.
A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴☠️ Pirate Jily AU. @jilymicrofics April Prompt 8: Frustrated || 849 Words
Lily glowers from where she sits on the bed, watching James walk about the room and wrangle together his effects. Her hand rubs across her swollen belly—an agitated rhythm punctuated by each footstep James takes, his heavy steps thundering on the wood.
"I don't like this," she says matter-of-factly for what feels like the dozenth time, her teeth nervously chewing on her lip.
Earlier that morning they'd noticed an unmarked vessel trailing them. At first it seemed harmless, but after some purposefully questionable maneuvers on The Minnie's end, it seemed all but confirmed that this mystery vessel was indeed following them.
Instead of giving them the opportunity to catch up under the blanket of night, James (with input from Lily and Sirius both) had decided to turn around and meet them head on. It makes her skin prickle at the thought, being so reminiscent of their encounter with the HMS Ascension all those years ago, but as they make their way towards Eleuthera to see the Potters, it seems a prudent idea to keep any potential scuffle at sea.
If only she wasn't on bloody bed rest.
Gradually—and with much vocal complaint—Lily had finally acquiesced to her captain's insistence that she take a step back from her usual duties as her pregnancy progressed, but this week had seen her relegated to their quarters more often than not, based on Remus' medical advice.
It was frustrating and humiliating, but James had been so attentive, so thoughtful in holding all his meetings in their quarters so she could still participate in the ship's business. Through the aggravation, her heart beat a little stronger for him.
But she couldn't be there for this, and she tried not to worry, but found it nearly impossible.
She watches as James sheathes his sword, carefully picking up another and crossing the room to the bed. Kneeling down beside her, his eyes glimmer with determination and hope, but there's a hardness to them that speaks to the experience he's gained these last few years at sea. It's a silent promise that he'll not be caught unaware again.
Warm knuckles caress her jaw as his lips meet hers slowly, softly.
"I know you hate this," he acknowledges, his voice hushed even though they're the only two in the cabin. "I know you're frustrated and it's hard for you to stay down here, but it's what's needed right now." He places her sheathed sword beside her in the bed and lifts his free hand to rest next to hers on her swollen belly, thumb gently brushing back and forth as he rests his forehead on hers.
Lily squeezes her eyes shut, swallowing down the bitterness. "I feel so useless like this," she whispers, voice wobbling with constrained emotion.
James pulls back and looks at her so quickly she's blinking to make sense of his sudden absence. The hand that had been so soft along her jaw now tilts her chin to look at him, eyes alive with fire.
"You are not useless, Lily. Don't you ever say that."
Her heart flutters and she knows it's true but the pent-up frustration bubbles forth as she huffs a sigh. "The Prewetts and MacMillan are still laid up sick, how am I supposed to feel when we don't know what our odds might be?"
"You trust in us like we trust in you, Evans. You're doing more than any of us right now." His eyes break from her and look to where their hands rest above their child. "Not long now until you're back on your feet and running us all ragged."
She lets out a stilted laugh and his gaze is back on her face, roaming over every feature before he places a kiss to her forehead.
"You have your sword in case you absolutely need it, but please don't move unless you must. We've got this situation under control—older and wise, et cetera."
He stands to leave with a final squeeze of her hand, and Lily watches him go, her frustration burning off and giving way to fear as it claws at her throat, as her heart pounds against her ribs harder, faster.
"James?"
Her voice is high, pleading, and he turns around quickly, brows furrowed and shoulders rigid at the sound of her distress. She looks at him and sees the man she met all those years ago in her husband before her, sees how the time at sea has changed him—molded him to someone whose instincts have only sharpened and evolved—sees the captain she swore to follow to the ends of the earth and how formidable he's become.
She knows he'll be fine, but the fear is still here, nestled in her chest right above where their child grows.
"Be careful."
His face softens, shoulders relaxing as he realizes she's not in discomfort.
"I will, love."
"That's an order."
It makes him laugh, and he gives her a brilliant grin before opening the door and stepping into the hallway, his response of Aye, Potter, ringing in the empty room with her.
Read on ao3 Happy one-year anniversary to restless waves rise and fall's completion! :)
"Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley."
Ginny and Ron borrow clothes “handed down” from older siblings
CH. 52: OUT OF THE CAULDRON
The thing about fibbing, Dorcas Walker knew, was that it had to be done with a delicate touch. As a rule, Mary Macdonald didn’t much believe in regrets. James Potter liked to think he was capable of quiet, noble suffering. It was an inescapable truth that Germaine King was of a nervous disposition. Sirius Black had resigned himself to the moral low ground.
Didn’t feel confident enough to post this on Insta so enjoy this secret little drop :P
hogwarts yearbook superlatives, 1996
taken by colin creevey
Canon, Rated G, 2k words.
Magic- noun. /ˈmædʒɪk/ /ˈmædʒɪk/ [uncountable]Idioms. the secret power of appearing to make impossible things happen by saying special words or doing special things.
To some, it's just a word, to others it's everything.
It has often been said that a witch or wizard may not remember their first use of magic. An unexplained circumstance that an infant wouldn’t think to question; bubbles made to float around the room, a beloved teddy propelled from its resting place, a darkened room relit after lights out. Almost always accidental, instinctual and without thought. The gift of magic is simply accepted when surrounded by wizarding ways a child will grow to expect, embrace, and elevate their skill. For a child outwith a wizarding family, it’s something else entirely.
Lily-centric fic for the birthday girl <3
It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
WOW i've been here too long
jily in 70s fashion propaganda because not enough people draw them in time accurate attire
A complete list of complete fics, read on Ao3 *updated January 2024
Canon - Rated G, 1.5k - Sixth year Hogwarts. From Tumblr prompt asks: Having a bad day and the other noticing
Modern AU - Rated T, 10.2k - A chance encounter, two random strangers. When Lily and James collide, sparks fly... but maybe it's not so random.
Canon - Rated T, 3.1k - A collection of 100-word drabbles from Jilytober 2023, 31 Prompts in 31 Days
Mixed Canon/Modern AU - Rated T, 600 words - A collection of drabbles for @thegobletofweasleys jily week 2023
Modern AU - Rated T, 3.6k - Lily has a crush, she knows his face well but can only imagine his name; until they meet that is. written for @thegobletofweasleys jily week 2023
Canon Divergent - Rated M, 38k - A reunion at Hogwarts five years post-graduation.
Canon Divergent - Rated T, 1.5k - Christmas Eve with the Potters.
Canon - Rated T, 3.1k - A collection of 100-word drabbles from Jilytober 2022, 31 Prompts in 31 Days
Modern AU - Rated T, 24k - Frank and Alice are getting married, but theirs isn't the only love story. written for efkgirldetective's Summer of Jily 2022
Modern Au - Rated M - 273k - Second chances Jily. A journey through pain, miscommunications and complexities of the heart.
Canon, Rated G, 1.5k words
The day starts as any other, they wake, they hustle, they share breakfast and attend classes.
Something's different though, something unsettles her, distracts her, and throws everything off balance.
Awareness prickles at her skin like a chaffing clothing label, pestiferous and persistent.
It’s not the addition of something new, it’s the absence of something she’s become reliant on, something that fuels her through each day.
As much as she’d deny it.
As much as she refuses to ask herself why.
**Reposting with a freshly made banner
Thank you again to the lovely Cer for the prompt :)
39: Having a bad day and the other noticing
A Newsies AU || Chapter 2/2 || Now Complete!
In the aftermath of Sirius' arrest, the newsies revel in the newfound solidarity other newspapers offer them. A plucky reporter from The World offers them ammunition against the new owners of The Prophet and it seems as though they finally have momentum in the strike...if only anyone could convince James Potter of the same thing.
I'm so sorry for the wait, y'all, but I hope you enjoy the conclusion of And The Roar Will Rise!
*also Tumblr ate my first post for this so I'm sorry if you see two of these floating around eventually.
potter bedhead curse
