not yet in the history books

Lily Potter. 19 years old. Former Gryffindor, current Potions and Charms researcher for the Order of the Phoenix. Wife to James Potter, friend to many, valiant fighter for what is good and right in a world that has gone mad. Rage, rage against the dying of the light

[hehashereyes]

Stuck With You ~ Sirius & Lily - Christmas mini prompt #5

[hehashereyes]

padfoot-ing-around:

“What do you mean you ain’t got no clue?!” Sirius exclaimed, giving his feet a kick. “Get me out of here Lils!” His voice growing a bit panicky as his phobia for tight spaces started to set in. His side was hurting from the pressure and he felt an enormous pressure on his chest. It also didn’t help the the bag of gifts was resting somewhere on his shoulder and head.

One of his boots fell off and he tried to kick the other one off, his black hole-y socks dangling was quite the sight. At least the beeping had stopped.

“God damnit!” He cursed, wiggling his body but shoulders skinned the rough brick. “Stupid English architecture and their pointless fucking chimneys that no one uses anymore…” He muttered, his head knocking the inside of the wall.

“Yah yah, let’s try that!” He exclaimed, happy at least for some attempt of a solution. He felt arms wrap around his legs.

“Okay ouch, yup that’s my kidney.” He grunted as his back hit a brick that jutted out too far. “And my balls,” he winced. “Lily what the fuck are you doing to me down there? You don’t need to undress me, just get me out of here.” He laughed though still in a bit of pain.

He could feel his pants slipping down, as that was the only thing that was moving despite their efforts. “Here can you try grabbing my legs, not my pants,” he coached.

This seemed hopeless. Shit, how was he gunna get out?

“Yah that is actually my wand, don’t get any dirty ideas you with your sick mind an’ all.” He teased. “Can you actually grab it from my pocket and I’ll try and get my hand free.” He said, wiggling a hand down his body trying to push his shoulder as far as it would go without dislocating it.

“I should be a fucking contortionist in the circus!” He cheered as his hand peeked out from the hole of the chimney finally and waved at her.

Oh, this was bad, this was really, really bad in so many bad ways... And it was also kind of funny, Lily decided as she watched Sirius struggle to free himself of the chimney. That he was so disgruntled only made it more amusing, and while they worked together to free him, she couldn’t wholly keep from laughing every now and then.

“Good job,  I’d give you that circus job!” she cheered when he waved at her. She playfully grabbed his hand and shook it, even going so far as to say, “good morning, Mister Black, welcome to our humble abode. I hope you’re not finding the chimney too ashy for your liking...”

But of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t stuck anymore. She scratched the back of her bedhead-covered head and tried to take it more seriously. “Alright, since we’ve got you this far already... Let me see, I could try engorgio on the chimney, but it’s not much further and I’d rather not risk enlargening you as well.” She crouched on the floor and got a good grip on his legs. “Brace!” she warned, and yanked with all her strength.

It didn’t help much, not on this try, and she wrinkled her nose. “Wait, you said you wanted your wand, I can...” And she got up again, pushing her hand up along the side of his leg into the chimney in an attempt to reach his pocket. “Oh sweet Merlin,” she groaned, “I don’t think I’d ever be feeling you up, Sirius!”

[notlibatiusborage]

Severus/Lily--ish

who is more likely to hurt the other? Severuswho is emotionally stronger? On the surface: Severus. In reality: Lilywho is physically stronger? Severus, barely.who is more likely to break a bone? Severuswho knows best what to say to upset the other? They both know exactly how to upset each other, but Severus is the one more likely to actually do it.who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Severuswho treats who’s wounds more often? who is in constant need of comfort? Severuswho gets more jealous? Severuswho’s most likely to walk out on the other? Severus will march off if he feels himself getting angry. Lily will march off when Severus stonewalls or refuses to apologise for a cruel joke or comment.who will propose? who has the most difficult parents? Severuswho initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Lilywho comes up for the other all the time? If Lily calls, Severus is there at once, but Lily is there for Severus before even when he doesnt realise he needs her.who hogs the blankets? Lilywho gets more sad? Lily. who is better at cheering the other up? Lilywho’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Lilywho is more streetwise? Severuswho is more wise? Lilywho’s the shyest? Severuswho boasts about the other more? Severuswho sits on who’s lap? Lily sits on Severus more often, but he has been known to lean on her more often.

[hehashereyes]

What about making Petunia godmother?

(anonymous owl)

Petunia?!

Please tell me that’s a joke. I won’t let Tuney anywhere near my child! She’s been nothing but hateful lately and keeps getting worse, I barely recognise my sister anymore. And she’d spit me in the face if I asked her.

[hehashereyes]

What about godfather and godmother? Have you thought about who's going to take care of your child and spoil your child?

Uh.... No?

Well, bloody hell, we should think about that, shouldn’t we?!

I think James will want at least one Marauder as godfather. As godmother... maybe Alice? We could be godmother for the other’s baby? I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.

[hehashereyes]

Do you want a girl or a boy?

It doesn’t really matter, I’ll love our baby either way, but… if I get to choose… a little girl would be nice, wouldn’t it?

[riley-hicks]

[cherrybomb-witch]

“Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!”

“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

@hehashereyes

[hehashereyes]

Have you thought of baby names?

You mean beyond James’s silly suggestions?

[hehashereyes]

Friends in Dark Times ~ Night of December 3rd/4th ‘79 (No Good Deed Goes Unpunished) ~ Remus & Lily

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The way his friend started shivering and sobbing against his shoulder nearly broke Remus’s heart. Lily felt so small and unprotected in his arms, it was his duty to protect her. It was so frustrating, to see his friend missing half of herself without the presence of her husband, and not being able to fill that emptiness but only hold it in place in hope that James would come and fill the spot before it got too big. 

He held her ginger head against his shoulder almost like a father holding a child his other hand running up and down her back in an attempt to sooth the gasped sobs that raged through her tiny frame.

“Lily…it’s normal. It’s okay to feel like this, like…like you’re going insane with preoccupation. It’d be more concerning if you weren’t” he muttered into her hair, where he guessed her ear was located “But yes, as cheesy as it might sound, there’s a reason why people insist on it, you’ve got to think about the baby. Of course it’ll still be affected, but we want to reduce those chances, right?”

He thanked God that when he spoke in a hushed tone, the croaked shiver in his own voice could pass undetected. He wanted to hold on to hope, hope that his words made some sense at all and that they would become a reality. That James would walk through that door ranting about the fact that they hadn’t prepared any chocolate for him. That Marlene would jump right behind him, screaming about wanting some chocolate too, and that everything would somehow be all right again.

“They’re going to find him, Lils. He’s going to be fine, I’m sure of it” he pushed her away enough to look into her green eyes and push away some of the red strands away from her face “We’re talking about James, you know the man. He’s smart, reckless and stubborn as fuck. And he loves you and the baby more than what one would think is humanly possible. That man will crawl straight from every form of hell known to man just to get back to his family”

[hehashereyes]

“I know,” Lily said, and it sounded more like a vow to her own ears. She nodded shakily. “I know he’s the strongest and bravest man there is, and I don’t care if Professor Dumbledore is the greatest wizard since Merlin, nobody can compare to James in my eyes... I know he won’t stop fighting. He’ll never give up. He won’t give these wankers anything. He won’t budge an inch.”

She knew all these things and could speak of them with conviction, and yet... Her hands tightened on Remus’s clothes and she buried her face at his shoulder again, eyes tightly closed against the tears threatening to overwhelm her. “I don’t doubt James, I just doubt the rest of the world... Remy, I doubt everything else, and then I feel awful because I shouldn’t be doubting and then I feel even more awful because he’s not the only one...”

She abruptly pulled away from Remus, bringing half a step of distance between them, and wiped at her reddened eyes. She had to look a fright, her hair a bird’s nest, but hell if she cared. “He’s not the only one taken,” she said. She inhaled shakily. “There’s so many of our side who have been taken, they’re our friends, and yet I’m only sitting here blubbering over James when I should be supporting other people...”

And she knew, deep down, that she was in no shape to be helping anyone else when she couldn’t even help herself. Lily knew it, but that didn’t mean that she could accept it easily. She’d always held herself up some higher standard, had defined herself not so much over her own achievements, but over what she could do to help others.

And now, today, as so often before during this war, the most she could do was keep from falling apart.

[cherrybomb-witch]

Marlene McKinnon + Lily Potter Moodboard:

“Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice Yeah, I wanna scream and shout”.  

-Shania Twain, Man! I Feel Like A Woman.

@hehashereyes

[hehashereyes]

[The owl drops the small parcel and letter]

Lily,

I hope this will be useful to you. I’ve gone ahead and placed an undetectable extension charm on it, so it’ll hold a lot: potions, supplies, etc..

Merry Christmas, 

A. Moody

[There’s a note scribbled on a hastily torn-off scrap of parchment which holds splatters of various liquids. Looks like Lily wrote the message during a break in brewing.] 

Thank you for the bag, it’s going to come in handy when I want to take my supply of Healing potions along to you know what occasions!

I’m working on things that explode right now, exploding liquids are so fun! I just wish this potion wouldn’t reek of stinky feet. Don’t mind the smell of the parchment. You should eat with us again, and help us blow things up (James loves helping with this potion.)

Lily

[dirtandflowers-blog]

I Walk The Line || Alice & Lily || Dumbledore’s Disapproval || November 16th, 1979

[dirtandflowers-blog]

Alice didn’t know how she was supposed to feel when Lily admitted to knowing about the bomb. First a chill ran down her spine, and then her shoulders slumped, heavy with relief. She hadn’t been the only one. But then she put the pieces together and was left with only confusion. “You… were a part of it?” It was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and she let her hand fall from Lily’s grip. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She knew why, of course. Even though they were friends Alice was, first and foremost, almost addicted to following the rules. She knew that everything had it’s proper place and found comfort in the rules that way. Maybe comfort was the wrong way to explain it, but it was the only logical thing Alice could produce at that point. Her fingers twitched slightly, and to stop her hands from shaking she grabbed her cup and took a long sip.

“Lily,” she said quietly. “I understand. But… this was dangerous. I mean, Sirius could’ve died. He had no idea what he was doing. The bomb was messy and he nearly brought the house down on top of us. If you want to take the situation into your own hands you need to have a plan. We’re not in school anymore, this isn’t a game.”

[hehashereyes]

At first it seemed like relief, but before Lily had a chance to explain herself Alice seemed to catch herself and remember being Alice - being sensible, and cautious when Lily would just rush in. It was good and smart and she appreciated that in her friend, but today it only made her hang her head in shame, for she knew that Alice was right. The churning feeling grew in strength.

“I know,” she confessed quietly. She looked down at her hands, all unhappiness with a good helping of old-fashioned shame. “I know because it did go wrong, so I can’t even say you’re a worrywart, and I don’t, I just...” She bit down on her bottom lip, hard. “I’m not saying we went about it smartly, or right, I’m just saying... I’m saying we had to. Because somebody had to act.”

Yet it wasn’t the first time she had been involved in missions undertaken by more determined groups within the Order, and neither time had it yielded the results they hoped for. The Easter kidnappings still weighed heavily on her. Having to release their painstakingly captured Death Eaters without a single confession...

“I know it’s not a game, Alice, and maybe we did wrong... and that’s why I didn’t tell you. Because you would know better, and I was scared you would hate me.”

[cherrybomb-witch]

From Girl to Girl || Marlene & Lily ||February 27th, 1979.

[cherrybomb-witch]

Marlene watched closely while Lily repeat ted her mother’s diagnosis to herself. Her eyes searched for any signs of pity, skepticism or disdain disguised under the typical “could be worse” excuse (those three were the most common reactions she’d seen others assume, even some of her mother’s very own Healers). Surprisingly, she detected none of that in Lily, which meant the redhead was either an Oscar-worthy actress…or actually didn’t feel any of those things. But then what did she feel?

“It must be tough dealing with that, for everyone in the family.” 

“Now that’s a shocker” Marlene thought sarcastically, but kept it to herself. It was still a better remark than the common “sorry”s that had become so overused by the human population, it completely lacked meaning anymore. Besides, she rather appreciated the Lily went far enough to include her whole family and not just her, like most would’ve done. It made her concern sound genuine and her perception much more realistic. Her mother’s depression did, after all, take its toll on everyone in the family.

“Well, Eyrin doesn’t have a clue of what’s happening yet. Artis and Connor are aware that there’s something…off with mum, but they don’t know much more. Abigail is just starting to comprehend the magnitude of the real thing” Marlene mumbled, before realizing Lily had no reason to know her siblings like James did, and flashing her what might have been an apologetic smile if she’d actually managed to smile “Uh…those are my younger brothers and sisters. The rest of us are fully aware, of course”.

Way too aware. Marlene more than anyone, not only understood that her mother suffered from depression, but also how she suffered it, what she suffered with. In fact, the only thing she had failed in understanding was the why. Even though she lived in the same Hell pit her mother did, she had yet to figure out that. Probably no one had the answer, not even mum.

The blonde squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. How was she holding up? Pretty much like her own mother, or at least she would be if it wasn’t for the medications she took regularly and her improved alcoholic resistance. After years of watching his wife struggling, Angus McKinnon, a man way more perceptive than he seemed and definitely more than the average, managed to detect at an early age that Marlene was going down the same road, and took her straight to see a professional. Up to this day, Marlene wasn’t sure if that had been for better or for worse, though her father seemed to believe the first, and frankly, she preferred to do so too.

But how was she going to tell Lily any of that? There were very few people who knew about Marlene and her inner struggles. Those who knew the full story of her demons were even less; only her father, Duncan, Eva and James. All family members (James couldn’t be considered anything else but a brother to her). She’d always had half a mind of telling someone outside of her family circle if only to get a fresh perspective of support. But who? Not even Remus, who was so perceptive and sensitive to other people’s emotions, or Evan, who had a way of talking his way into her thoughts. And definitely not Sirius. She had many friends, good friends, like Tilden or Fabian, but none seemed adequate. None had ever felt right.

She cast a shy side-ways glance at Lily and wondered, bitting her lower lip.

“I…it’s hard, Lily. It’s…it’s like-” she was going to say something simple, commonly used but accurate, like being on a constant climb or trying to swim the Black Lake with her feet and hands tied, but instead she felt something similar to a snap inside her and from one moment to the next, Marlene’s voice broke and she had to look down and breath several times to keep herself from crying. It did not work. 

It wasn’t like any of those allegories. It was so much worse. It had no comparison.

[hehashereyes]

Her response wasn’t perfect, Lily was well aware of that and of her shortcomings in dealing with such news. It wasn’t a talk you had all the time, more like never. But Marlene didn’t close up, she kept talking and explaining how much her family knew and that, that was good, right? She had to believe that was good, that it was a sign she had done something right.

Lily nodded along while Marlene slowly worked her way through this, and it was obvious that this was hard work for her. It wasn’t easy, not at all, it looked like Marlene had to fight for every word she she shared. So Lily listened, and nodded, and tried to send vibes of sympathy - but without coming across as pitying. When her parents were murdered everybody had tutted and showered her with body, it hadn’t made her feel better, it had just made her angry with the world.

And now she could see Marlene struggling again. It’s hard, she forced out, and then Lily could see something crack right there in front of her eyes. She made a soft sympathetic noise at the back of her throat. The tears that Lily had been bracing herself for came, and hell, Lily had never been good at keeping her distance. She got close and wrapped her arms around Marlene, and tucked her head against her shoulder.

“Shush,” she whispered, gently rocking her, “shush, it’s okay... Just let it all out.” She tried to ignore her own worries and concerns, this wasn’t about her and her worries about how well she was handling the situation, it was about Marlene’s well-being. “Needing to cry sometimes, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s important. You can’t be strong all the time, sometimes you’ve got to let go.”

It was easy to say and offer comfort to others, but she was not so good at it herself. When she was the one suffering she liked to play at being tough and unshakeable. Maybe they were not so much unlike another, really.

“You don’t have to explain anything. Only if you want to. And if you just want to have lasagna and tea with me today and talk more another day, then that’s fine, too.”

[mariannapaige]

I miss these check out cards that used to be in library books.

[alessiascara-deactivated2018022]

If you tell me to fight like a girl. I will. I will show no mercy and reign havoc on everything. I will rage and burn. After all, you asked for it. I fought like a girl.

as if “fight like a girl” was an insult (via vsteria)

[hehashereyes]

Bold all that apply:

My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew well mend at least | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound magically | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire Incendio counts! | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock with magic

tagged by: stolen from @harharhxrley

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.

Iain S. Thomas (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[hehashereyes]

*owl drops little parcel under the Christmas tree*

Merry Christmas Lily-pie!

You’ve got no idea how fuckin’ long I’ve been waiting to give you this present, woman! I’ve had it since September! Just…I saw it and I knew I wouldn’t find a better Christmas present for my bestie in all the remaining months.

I do hope you like it. It’s quite small and discreet, yes, but I think it just makes it more versatile, you know? Matches with about everything, and it will look especially good on you, my darling giger head! Also it’s so bloody original. I just loves it, I hope you do too!

Have a great Christmas, sweets! I’ll stop by soon to give you a big, strong bear Christmas hug. 

Love you, ginger!

-Marls.

Marls,

it’s gorgeous! Where did you find that (and how did you find the self-control to keep from showing it to me right away?!)

You bet I love it, and since you’re not here to help me put it on, I made James do it. I made him imitate your voice and called him “Marly” too. You missed a good show.

I’m waiting for that visit and a hug, if you don’t stop by soon enough I’ll hunt you down. Or make James kidnap you for me. I’m really getting into the spirit of letting James do everything for me.

Love you, blondie!

Lily