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May the 6, Boys having a bet on who would be the best diver. This day is also known as the Great Fainted Day, as half the school lost their mind and/or fainted for an 'unknown' reason.
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Love those moments in the day when it seems like all the beloved mutuals are online at the same time
But of course it isnt really the same time because our beloved mutuals are from all corners of the word
Some are starting their day
Others are ending their day
Some have insomnia and should be sleeping
Some are in the middle of a work meeting but have tumblr open
All different time zones overlapping
Whatever time is for you I hope you’re having a good time
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20mn daily scketch
Oh! Look! Shirtless James
Isn't that a great coincidence?
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Brave, courageous, sacrifice, soulmate, soldat....
How many words to describe them?
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He’s shirtless.
He’s fucking standing there, shirtless.
Lily did not know what to do with her hands, or eyes, or legs, or hair. She’s frozen in the middle of the field where she’d been meeting Marley for a post practice walk back to the castle for the Slug Club meeting. Marley was busy blabbering on about Anna Spinnet getting on her nerves, going on and on about some rule book thing.
Maybe.
To be honest, the words didn’t even register in Lily’s brain. There was nothing going on up there, not a single brain cell firing, not once she caught sight of him. Instead she stood there, mute, wondering if she could die from attraction.
Next to “Fatal Attraction” in the dictionary, was James Potter.
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Lily stares at a very shirtless James during quidditch practice and is caught by Remus <3 ily
Love you tooooooo😘😘😘
Lily Evans hated Quidditch, at least, she thought so when James Potter would go on about it in the common room during their first year.
Though, she was always an active participant while discussing it with her friends- Mary, Dorcas and Marlene- in the privacy of their dormitory.
She was more than ecstatic when Marlene was chosen as the Gryffindor beater in their second year.
Yet, she went back to hating it when Potter announced that he was selected as the chaser for the Gryffindor team too.
And so, Lily’s relationship with Quidditch was an on and off one. Sometimes she disliked it, and sometimes she liked it.
It all depended on her mood, really.
And that mood always had something to do with James Potter.
But, here she was, just at the ripe old age of 17, at the Quidditch pitch, just to watch the Gryffindor team practice.
Attending the Gryffindor team’s- or any other team’s, for that matter- Quidditch practices was not really her forte. Though, looking back on it, she should have, after all, her best mate was on the team.
At least, she has the novel she borrowed yesterday from the library, to accompany her.
That’ll do. She can just read the book as she pretends that the Captain of the team’s biceps aren’t looking that hot when he makes the team do push-ups. That’ll have to do for now.
She ignores the way his shoulders flex in his- somehow- tight Quidditch gear as he passes the Quaffle to Isla Spinnet, the fifth year chaser.
She also ignores the way he removes his Quidditch gear after the practice is over- Wait, What?
Oh Merlin.
She can’t ignore that now, can she?
It won’t hurt to try. And so she tries to go back to reading the book, peacefully, like she was before she knew shirtless James Potter existed.
She’s not thinking about the way he actually has abs and Sirius wasn’t joking when he said that to her on Halloween.
Oh Merlin, those abs.
He’s making the team do stretches now, apparently the training session wasn’t over yet.
That is not good for Lily’s physical and mental health.
Just read, Lily!
She averts her eyes back to the book successfully, for two seconds. It wouldn’t be that bad to peek a glance at James, would it?
“Whatcha staring at, Lily?” Lily was just fine, ogling James, from the privacy of the stands and the fact that the boy was half blind. But, Remus just had to creep up behind her and ask that, making her jump almost a foot in the air.
“Remus! You almost scared the crap outta me.” Lily clutches a hand to her chest.
“Oh I’m so sorry.” Remus, at least, looks apologetic, even though the mischievous twinkle in his eye hasn’t vanished.
“Right. What did you want?” She asks, trying so hard to keep the red off her face.
“I think the real question is, what do you want?” Smirks, Remus.
It should have been physically impossible for Lily to blush more, but she does. “What do you mean, Remus?” At least, she succeeds in keeping a straight face.
“I think you know what I mean.” Lily wants nothing more than to hex that smirk off his face.
Well, she does want one thing.
But she will not go there. “I don’t, really.” She tries to be as convincing as possible and the effort is futile, as expected.
“Hmm and here I was thinking that you wanted to snog my mate, James over there,” the bastard points to James, who is- thankfully- still shirtless, giving instructions to the team.
“I have no idea why you’d think that, Remus.” Somehow, her voice is even.
“Damn. Sirius was right, you are difficult to crack.” Just as Lily was about to open her mouth, Remus interrupts her, “I was hoping we could start working on the assignment Vector gave us, before dinner?”
“Oh, yeah sure,” she says, trying to not overthink whatever Sirius would have said about her.
“Do you want to go and say hi to James before we head out?” Remus' face is all innocent for someone whose suggestion is villainous.
“No.”
He laughs. “You coming?” He says, instead, already walking ahead of her.
“Yeah, go ahead. I need to pack up.”
As soon as Remus is out of sight, she chances a look at James again.
“I love Quidditch,” she sighs.
Look at me, writing this prompt after ages for shirtless James Potter May.
Reblogging this from back when I used to write a lot
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I declare Shirtless May officially open!
Don't thank me it's a pleasure
I will absolutely thank you for blessing my eyes
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Revision in the common room!
James is rambling about the rubbish in his transfig book, and it seems that's it's not the first time as everyone ask him to shut up!
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i found it
the original post
i found it
eviesrealitychangesdaily
this should have the opportunity to be on everyone’s blog.
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*tour guide voice*
and here on the left ladies and gentlemen, you see one of the posts before everyone went batshit crazy
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World Heritage Post
Everyone here is dead.
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getting to know my mutuals and followers: if you had to sing karaoke on the spot RIGHT NOW what would your go to song be reply in the tags
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hiraeth(2).
part I. synopsis: she watches as cassian falls for another (...or does he?) grappling with her own hidden affections and their newly snapped mating bond in the process. pairing: cassian x fem!reader fandom: a court of thorns and roses genre: angst warnings: alcohol mention. a/n: 1.7k words! so... theres gonna be a part 3. i thought this would be it but... apparently not! yup, part two is... still angst. yes, i have started writing part 3. yes, its going to have a fluffy ending. meddle about, because he's totally chase atlantic coded.
Cassian woke with a start, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as the realization hit him like a brick, as something tugged at him. Panic seized him, his mind reeling with the implications of what had just occurred. He stumbled out of the couch, careful not to disturb her slumber with his thoughts in turmoil, and made his way out of the House of Wind in a frantic daze.
With each step, the weight of centuries, centuries of unspoken feelings crashed down upon him, threatening to suffocate him with its intensity. He had loved her for so long, kept his feelings hidden deep within his heart, never daring to hope that she might feel the same.
–
The sparring ring buzzed with energy as she and Cassian circled each other, their movements fluid and precise. Cassian's muscles rippled as he lunged forward, his siphons blaring in the dim light, as she parried his blow effortlessly, her movements graceful yet calculated.
They danced across the training hall, their blades clashing in a deadly symphony. Cassian's attacks became more relentless, his desperation palpable, and she found herself struggling to keep up. She parried and dodged, her movements growing more frantic as she sought to break through Cassian's offensive onslaught.
Cassian found himself pushing harder, driving himself to the brink as his movements became more aggressive, more forceful, fueled by a primal instinct he couldn't control. She fought back with equal ferocity, but her struggle to keep up with him was evident. Cassian could see the strain etched on her face, the way her muscles trembled under the force of his blows.
Seizing the opening, Cassian pressed his advantage, his attacks growing more relentless. She found herself on the defensive, her steps quickening as she struggled to keep up with the sudden onslaught. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face, the tension coiling in the space between them.
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Hiraeth.
synopsis: she watches as cassian falls for another, grappling with her own hidden affections and their newly snapped mating bond in the process. pairing: cassian x fem!reader fandom: a court of thorns and roses (book series by sarah j maas) genre: angst warnings: none a/n: house of balloons/glass table girls, this is his song... i love him. fluff part two coming up OBVIOUSLY, im not fucking ending it like this i cant do this to my #1 loverboy babygirl kitty princess beloved. @joyseuphoria hi <3
Cassian had always been the beacon of power and resolve, with a demeanor rugged and unyielding. But beneath the surface was vulnerability, and she knew that it was written in the stars for her to remain by his side as his closest friend and confidante, never to become one to uncover that side of him.
But it didn’t make it easier. Watching him as he fell for Nesta’s every glance, every touch, every word that escaped her mouth seemed to throw him deeper and deeper into a trance. And she was fine with that, and accepted it. Accepted that she would never be the object of his softened glances, his featherlight touches.
Her thoughts halted as Cassian stormed into the room, frustration radiating off him in waves. She glanced up from her book, her eyes immediately catching the tension etched onto his features. Without a word, she closed her book and shifted, making room for him on the couch.
Cassian collapsed beside her, his movements rough yet familiar. He stretched out, his feet finding their place on her lap almost instinctively. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, she settled into the comfortable silence, waiting for Cassian to speak.
"It's Nesta," he finally muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. "Training with her…it was like walking on eggshells. One wrong move, and she was tearing into me with those ice-cold eyes."
hi, love
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these memories follow me around - A Jily Modern AU
I was not supposed to publish this tonight and not to leave it unfinished either. I wanted to gift all Jily fans who like to read fanfiction as much as I do a finished 3-part fic which I had been working on whenever I felt like it in the past couple of weeks. However, I just realized tonight that my AO3 draft will be deleted tomorrow and I didn't want this to happen for the very obvious reason that I didn't want my work to get lost.
So, if you'd like to read it... Part One is up. Part Two and Three to follow as soon as possible!
The first time she ever saw him, he was stumbling out of Emmeline’s room; half-naked, rubbing sleep from his eyes, hair an absolute mess – a perpetual state she would later find out – and quite obviously hungover.
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tbh if my friends' animagi forms were a majestic stag and a badass dog, but mine was a RAT, i also would've betrayed them.
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nothing just I'm currently in my "i wanna consume books like they're food, like they're oxygen, like I can't survive without words, like those stories are all that's keeping me alive, like they're physical shoulders for me to lean my head on, like i need to just travel and be somewhere else in my mind real bad" era
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seeing a post about James always calling Lily by her first name even when they didn't get along is a startling reminder that people who have not read the books did not have the pleasure of seeing James address her as "Evans" like 15 times in 2 pages. like "all right, evans?" is the foundation that built and nurtured the jily fandom for two decades.