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I will die on this ship

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#Jily #rebelcaptain
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azifafel

This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.

THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!

I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!

I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat

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“The double agent for the patriarchy is basically just a woman who perhaps unknowingly is still putting the patriarchal narrative out into the world. Is still benefitting off, profiting off and selling a patriarchal narrative to other women. But it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You know, just because you look like a woman, we trust you and we think you’re on our side, but you are selling us something that really doesn’t make us feel good. You’re selling us an ideal, a body shape, a problem with our wrinkles, a problem with ageing, a problem with gravity, a problem with any kind of body fat. You’re selling us self-consciousness. The same poison that made you clearly develop some sort of body dysmorphia or facial dysmorphia, you are now pouring back into the world. You’re like recycling hatred. I find that really dangerous and I think it’s unacceptable and I don’t care if you’re a woman. I think constructive criticism is needed for anyone to ever evolve. For our gender to evolve we need some sort of constructive criticism. As long as we do it in a somewhat careful way. (…) So many of the worst things in the world have happened motivated by greed. And I just don’t think that’s an acceptable excuse anymore. How much money do you need? Really how much money do you need? How much money do any of these huge influencers who are worth millions or billions sometimes… why are they still promoting appetite-suppressant lollipops to young girls? And it’s not a fight against obesity. They have young, already slim girls, in their adverts for Flat Tummy company, this company that are absolutely everywhere, and they’re even being advertised in some of the most mainstream magazines, women’s magazines, and they have a billboard in Times Square. The money is built on the blood and tears of young women who believe in them, who follow them, who look up to them like the big sister they never had. It’s so upsetting and it feels like such a betrayal against women.”

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1) I LOVE HIS ACCENT. IT’S BEAUTIFUL.

2) PLEASE WATCH THIS. I LITERALLY HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE. YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS. JUST WATCH X’D

oh my god I cannot breathe

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hivibrations

I literally choked at the end.

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tooiconic

“…I’m not sure-”

i’m in tears rn this is the funniest thing i’ve seen all year

It’s the fire alarm going off at the end that gets me every time.

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The Petalpocalypse continues…

To go along with the Tropiest Fic of All Time, we present:

Jily Trope Bingo!

Two versions, so you can play with a friend!😂 Not every trope on the board is in Petalpocalypse, but…most of them are! How many can you find??

Read Petalpocalypse on Ao3 and tell us your fave tropes in the comments! xo,

The Cauldron Squad @pareidolian@thejilyship@gryffindormischief

P.S. @petals-to-fish​, you’re our inspiration!❤️

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mymodernmet

“Eyes as Big as Plates” is a whimsical series by Finnish photographer Riitta Ikonen and Norwegian photographer Karoline Hjorth that features senior citizens donning organic materials like twigs and grass. Ikonen says that the collaborative project originally began as “a play on characters and protagonists from Norwegian folklore” but has since evolved into a collection of images exploring “mental landscapes” that reflect a return of body to nature with the use of scavenged materials.

Eyes as Big as Plates is running a Kickstarter campaign to help fund a book featuring seniors from all around the world.

yes, thank you, this is what i was looking for 

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so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails

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padfootdidit

there’s a lot of talk about james and severus growing up or redeeming themselves etc etc. but there’s never any commentary about lily post fifth year, when that day by the like probably had more impact on her than it did on either of the boys. 

in one moment she loses her best friend and is faced with the confusing admission that someone fancies her. at fifteen that’s a lot to deal with. and, yes, at fifteen, discovering someone fancies you can be quite a big deal. obviously the former probably took precedence in lily’s head but, that doesn’t mean james asking her out didn’t lodge itself in her brain. 

after years of looking up to severus, appreciating his friendship and his (what seemed to be) unconditional (in her eyes platonic) love for her - that’s suddenly ripped away. and it’s his fault. he calls her mudblood. sure, it’s in the moment and he’s not exactly having the best time but he says it. and it is a “racist” slur and, in their world, the worst thing you can call someone. and he means it as an insult. he knows what it means, he knows what saying it means. 

to lily, who has spent years tackling with the fact that the world she so badly wanted to join wasn’t as excited to have her (which he didn’t warn her about either), to have her best friend turn away from her for something she can’t control? (and remember she’s already experienced this once when petunia rejected her.) i can’t imagine much worse for her. suddenly what she’s been denying for a while (and she has because she knows he hangs around with people who perform dark magic and yet in the past she excuses it) is right in front of her and she can’t ignore it anymore. now she has to lose her best friend, know that he’s always seen her as lesser and dirty etc and move on from their toxic friendship when it has been steady for the last five years. 

and then, after the incident, he blackmails her into talking to him when she doesn’t want to. (nb: same as james does when he asks her out.) 

like……. yes she’s clever and pretty and allegedly popular but, in their world, she is the one most at a social disadvantage. james is a pureblood and yeah, severus had a rubbish childhood but, in the wizarding world, he’s a half-blood and has a higher social standing than her. and that day by the lake severus admits that he believes all the “racist” bias he’s told her doesn’t matter. 

so lily leaves fifth year confused and lost and hurt. and she has some growing up to do herself. she has to see sev for who he truly is, admit to herself what she’s been ignoring for ages, get over the inevitable guilt at the fact that she’s excused his political alignment for so long and find structure after losing her best mate. 

this isn’t that comprehensive or well written but i just wanted to point out that lily is probably the biggest victim that day at the lake and people always talk about the boys but never her ??? 

tl/dr: lily evans left 5th year reeling from the incident and that day by the lake and the boys weren’t the only one who needed to grow up a little bit.

what a feminist fucking analysis I am SO here for this 

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bcdaily

One (James/Lily, drabble)

A/N: I had all these grand plans of doing one of these a day for a week, using the number as the first word…but ha haaaa I’ve barely gotten this one in with minutes to spare Day 1, so let’s not be ambitious, eh? But happy Jilytober. =)

“One day,” Lily overhears James Potter saying as he brusquely swabs at the third year’s bleeding elbow, “you’re going to wipe the pitch with the lot of us. I’ve an eye for these things, you know. Ask anyone.”

The third year sits dejectedly on the sidelines of the busy pitch, very clearly trying to keep the tears at bay, eyes flickering from her cut skin and the bloke methodically disposing of the gore, up to the sky where the dozen or so other Gryffindor Quidditch team hopefuls continue with their tryout.

One of those zooming dots is Lily’s mate Mary, who had insisted upon a cheering section to rally her through the afternoon. Lily had kindly obliged, and had been enjoying watching Madam Hooch and Lucas Noors, the current captain, running the group through their paces. The rest of the team veterans—James Potter included—had joined the recruits in the air, though they seemed distinctly more interested in goofing off than displaying their athletic prowess.

The spunky third year—the youngest by far trying out that day—had been keeping up as best she could, but she seemed a bit thrown by the speed required on the pitch, and Lily reckons her broom might be better suited to rusticating with dust bunnies than clocking in speed trials. Still, Lily had been throwing her some encouraging cheers when a rogue Bludger had zoomed straight at her broom, knocking the whole thing askew and eventually leaving the girl skidding into a goal post, a rather painful looking clash.

Hooch had waved the girl to the ground, but only exchanged a few quick words with her before sending her to the sidelines. Worried, Lily had quickly made her way down from the stands, set on making sure the girl was all right. She will freely admit to being rather surprised to find that James Potter, of all people, had beaten her to it.

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Roommate AU preview

Lily Evans hates Tuesdays.

She got her very first period on a Tuesday. She had once broken her arm on a Tuesday.

And her boyfriend of the past five years, the one she had been living with, had just broken up with her. On a fucking Tuesday.

But it’s the Wednesday after the dreaded Tuesday when Lily stumbles into a coffee shop, clutching in her hand a cutout from yesterday’s paper with an ad in it looking for a roommate. Lily could clearly tell from the wording of the ad that the people who had placed it were a bunch of boys. Possibly men, but Lily couldn’t imagine men using the words “solemnly swear” in an ad a total of three times. Nonetheless, she had called anyway, and the voice on the other line sounded deep enough. As if the other person had gone through some sort of puberty. And she’s out of options frankly. The flat is in a safe part of town, and the only thing that awaits her back in Cokeworth is her sister who wants as little to do with Lily as possible.

He had given her only his name - James Potter - and the address of where he worked so they could meet up first and chat a bit. It’s a little shop called Spill The Beans, and when Lily enters a bell dings. It’s dimly lit, the smell is nearly intoxicating, but it’s the man - and he clearly, clearly is a man- behind the counter that makes Lily stop in her tracks.

There is no way she can be roommates with him. He’s too fucking fit for that sort of thing. He’s the type of bloke who Lily would attempt to go back to his flat as a sexual conquest. He’s the type of bloke who Lily would want to take home to introduce to her mother (God rest her soul). He’s the type of bloke that temporary makes her forget about her dick of a ex-boyfriend.

He’s not the type of bloke she wants to be flatmates with.

But before she can turn out the door and bolt he lifts his eyes - which Lily notices are impossibly hazel- and spots her there. They widen for such a brief moment that Lily wonders if she imagined the movement before his features form into a grin, and Lily’s done for.

“You must be Lily Evans,” he says. And his voice is smooth and deep, and Lily thinks she could drown in it. “James Potter, at your service.”

Lily blinks. “Fuck me.”

“What?”

“What?”

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I love martial arts

This is the best one on one I’ve ever seen

Flawless technique

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Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are

the food travel au 
3 ½ month film schedule. 31 countries. 24 episodes.
2 people who might just fall in love along the way. 
(read on AO3

Chapter 1: London  Author: @moonprincess92nz 

It’s her first fucking day and she’s late.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT–” Jyn dodges through suitcases, around security guards and even leaps right over an empty bench at one point as she races throughout Heathrow Airport. She practically slams right through a holidaying family and nearly bowls into a couple of kids with giant backpacks on their backs, but nothing slows her down because if there is anything worse she can do than being goddamn late on her first day, she can’t think of it. Her rep is bad enough, she needs this job –

ARRIVALS, the sign blares. 

Her poor battered suitcase screeching to a halt next to her, Jyn stops to stare around at the hordes of people pouring out of the arrivals gate. The production crew is flying in mostly from USA, she thinks she is one of maybe three people who are from the UK. They told her to meet at the airport, and she checks the email on her phone for the billionth time before scanning the crowd once more.

Finally, she catches a familiar face.

Fucking delicious. (Get it?)

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