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One of my coworkers told me to "ask Claude" but she pronounced it like Cloud and I was standing there wondering if this was some kinda final fantasy humour that once again escaped my neurodivergent ass or if Cloud was another teacher in our school (and if they had blonde hair)
But then another teacher was like "No, Gemini is amazing actually." And I was like Ah.
Why is gen AI so prevalent everywhere??
Talking with each other about their day doing nothing just still being crazy in love. (and me pretending it hasn't been 2 years since I drew them!)
Jily in July!
no matter what happened today, you:
are loved
deserve to eat
are needed & valued
should take care of yourself
have a future
will be okay
I know I should use my social platform (my 3 followers on tumblr) to tell everyone what is happening in Venezuela, but I feel so overwhelmed already that maybe, just maybe, can I have a place that is not filled with "the government is letting people die" as a treat?
Nope. Not really (Promise I won't become too annoying).
I can talk about all the shitty things that the government is doing. And about all the crappy things that I see trying to stay informed but, instead I'm asking if you can to donate, and if you can not donate to spread the world.
Caracas Chronicles has news in English in case you want more information and their first page is about donations to the organisations that are helping.
Making Venezuela make sense, fifteen years and counting.
Even the smallest contribution can help, even if it's just letting other people know about the links to donate in the far chance that they can.
Thank you for reading so far.
The way my ADHD has gotten worse since I hit my 30s like why is my RSD rearing its ugly head again and so intensely when I thought making good friends in uni helped me get rid of that gnawing feeling?? Why is my executive dysfunction SO bad that only hearing my MIL is coming over makes me finally MOVE?? And most importantly, why is aderrall banned here??
Lily and Harry.
“i asked chat gpt” okay well i asked peter pettigrew and he told me james and lily’s address
Been MIA for a bit bc I thought my depression was back and I needed meds again. That or my ADHD finally won.
Turns out, I have a vitamin D deficiency and hashimoto's and apparently my thyroid gland's been underactive for a WHILE now
But hey at least I never resorted to using AI at work or in my fics while all this was happening!!
My husband needs to have an oesophagectomy done (didnt even know that was a thing until today!!) and I feel like absolute shit bc of that and various other things happening all at once. So ofc I went to read some jily fics bc they've been my escape since I was a teen....only I decided to end my reading session with the ones I wrote and wow. Bad idea. Never wanted to delete them more than I do now.
Volunteer Services
Henry Keoughan is halfway through whatever self-important rant he's on when Lily finally can’t take anymore. The seventh year Ravenclaw has been trying to have it on with her for weeks now and she has been mostly tolerant, not because she’s interested in him, necessarily, but because he’s actually rather intelligent – as Ravenclaws tend to be – when he’s not being an insufferable berk like he is currently.
"Oh, for God's sake, Henry,” she snaps suddenly, rolling her eyes. She’s had enough. Quite literally, she cannot stand another second of listening to this particular diatribe. Not when it had become personal.
"I'm just saying –” he continues in that same self-righteous tone.
"No, you're not,” she says with some heat. “You're talking. There's a difference."
“ – that you only scored that Ministry connection because Slughorn likes showing off talented girls.” He actually has the nerve to speak over her, as if her words are inconsequential to what he is saying, just like her achievements are inconsequential to the Ministry connection she had indeed secured during the last Slug Club meeting. At least according to him.
Lily sees red. “What’s the matter, Keoughan? Insecure because a sixth year Gryffindor is more talented than you?”
His face darkens.
"You know what your problem is, Evans?"
Lily crosses her arms over her middle and puts some effort into looking bored. "That I keep having conversations with you?" she drawls.
A few nearby students snort. Henry's ears go red. "Fuck you."
The words reverberate through the corridor. He’d spoken louder than she thinks he meant to. Ravenclaws debate sensibly; they do not shout.
For a heartbeat, everything goes silent.
Lily tilts her head. Then she smiles. "Nah. I'll get someone else to do that."
The laughter is immediate, and raucous. Henry looks horrified, and humiliated. Not for the first time he’s been outwitted by a Gryffindor girl a year below him. Lily feels a flash of savage satisfaction.
And then a voice behind her says, "Hey, I volunteer."
Cool, and confident. The speaker is not laughing, but very clearly thinks what he’s said is funny. Given the circumstances, it objectively is.
The corridor erupts with laughter, chatter, whispers. It’s not that someone said it. It’s who said it. Because she knows that voice. Of course she knows that voice.
Everyone knows James Potter’s voice.
She turns slowly to find him standing a few feet away with Sirius doubled over beside him and Remus pinching the bridge of his nose as if already exhausted by whatever is about to happen.
James is grinning. He’s not serious, not even remotely. Well, given that it’s James Potter, he may be a little serious. She can never quite tell with him, but she does know that he is incapable of letting a joke pass him by, and she had set him up for quite the zinger.
Lily hadn't even known he was there. Under normal circumstances she'd roll her eyes and tell him to shut up.
Instead she catches sight of Henry's expression: disbelieving and horribly insecure in the sudden, terrible realization that he has absolutely no idea where he stands in this argument.
And Lily is still angry, so righteously angry. So she turns, marches right up to Potter.
And grabs his hand.
The corridor falls silent.
James blinks. The humour is still present in his eyes, but it is quickly fading to uncertainty.
Lily starts walking, all but dragging him for a few steps before his feet catch up and he falls into step beside her.
"Evans?" he says.
"Come on,” she mutters. She does not meet anyone’s gaze as the chatter around them begins to grow louder, more excited by this intriguing development.
"Where are we going?" James asks.
"Anywhere that isn't here,” she tells him loud enough for those nearest them to hear.
His hand tightens around hers automatically as she pulls him along. Behind them, Sirius makes a choking noise. Someone actually applauds. There are cheers as if people have been waiting for this moment for years, which is confusing. Someone wolf-whistles as they pass.
Henry looks like he's just been punched in the stomach.
Perfect.
Lily keeps walking. James keeps following.
One corridor.
Two.
Three.
She doesn't stop until they've turned enough corners that nobody can see them anymore.
Then she comes to a halt and turns to him. He looks bewildered, but not unhappily so. There is a tiny self-satisfied smile playing at the sharp corners of his mouth.
Lily opens her mouth to speak, then freezes. She looks down, realizes that she is still holding James’s hand. He doesn’t seem to need to look down to confirm that fact; he’s been painfully aware the entire time.
The slight smile begins to shift into a slow, dangerous grin.
"Lily,” he sings.
“No.” She shakes her head and tries to pull her hand away. He tightens his hold.
"You dragged me away,” he observes, still in that agitating melodic tone.
"I recall,” she says in a clipped tone that would have been more effective if their fingers weren’t still intertwined.
"By the hand,” he adds. As if she isn’t aware of the single point of contact between them.
"Yes,” she sighs, trying again to pull away from him. She isn’t surprised when he still doesn’t let go.
"In front of witnesses,” he reminds her.
“I was there, Potter,” she says through gritted teeth.
“In front of the guy who’s been trying to get you to sleep with him for weeks.”
She points a finger at him, which only serves to make him grin even wider.
"Do not make this weird,” she threatens.
His grin softens a bit, but doesn’t fade completely. "I'm not making it weird.”
"You absolutely are,” she insists, but this time when she tugs her hand, he lets it slide away and she has to admit to herself that the situation isn’t weird. Well, yes, it is. But it’s not uncomfortable.
“No,” he says, tone light and easy and conversational. Like the entire exchange wasn’t built on the suggestion of the two of them running off to shag. "I'm merely observing that if anyone asks, I think this counts as a public declaration."
“You’re insane,” she says. She doesn’t mean it, and he knows it. She knows that he knows.
Which is infuriating in itself. Because as annoying as James Potter is, she realizes that she knows him, and he knows her. Which is complicated considering that she has, at times, very publicly declared her disdain for him. Not recently, of course. They’re friends now, which is why she had felt fine dragging him away as she had.
But still…
Her heart does a funny little flutter when he laughs. Not smugly, but delighted, as if the entire situation is the funniest thing that has happened to him all week. It probably is.
Lily hates that she starts laughing too. Because it is funny in an absurd way.
"It worked," she says after a moment when they have both stopped laughing and are just standing there in the corridor smiling at each other, basking in the euphoria of the stunt they’ve just pulled.
"What worked?"
"Henry."
James's grin softens into something more fond as understanding flashes across his face. “Oh.”
He is quiet for a moment. Then, he smirks at her. "He thinks we were serious."
"Yes,” she says. She had seen it in his face as she had dragged Potter away. She doesn’t want to think about why Henry and everyone else had thought there was a possibility they hadn’t been joking.
"And you wanted him to think that." It isn’t a question. Not really. But in a way it is. A clarifier, perhaps.
"I…” she pauses. “I wanted him to spend the rest of the day wondering."
James nods solemnly. "A noble goal."
She smiles despite herself. "Thank you."
"I am, of course, happy to assist your cause."
Lily rolls her eyes. "So selfless."
He sighs as if carrying a heavy burden. "The things I do for my fellow students."
She laughs, and turns to walk away. He follows, of course he does, and falls quickly into step with her. She doesn’t object.
“We weren’t dating,” Lily says suddenly. She doesn’t know why she says it. It doesn’t matter. But something compelled her to tell him.
“I know,” James tells her. There is a strange tone in his voice as he continues, like he is choosing his words carefully. “He was never worth your time.”
She glances at him sidelong. “No, he wasn’t.”
They walk aimlessly for a while, not in any real direction. Just comfortable in each other’s company. Then, he breaks the silence.
"For the record."
“Here it comes,” Lily groans. “You’re about to ruin the moment.”
“Was there a moment?” he says a little too casually. “Whatever, no, I’m not ruining anything.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No,” he insists. Then, “But...”
She sighs, waiting.
"I did volunteer my services.”
"You were joking,” she says. It was obviously a joke, but some part of her is worried there could have been some level of truth to it.
"I was,” he agrees.
"Good.”
"Mostly."
Lily stops walking and turns to him.
James immediately raises both hands. "I'm kidding."
"James Potter,” she said warningly.
He laughs, not intimidated in the slightest. "I'm kidding!"
She narrows her eyes. He smiles innocently.
Lily knows better. The annoying thing is that he knows she knows better, which is somehow exactly what makes her laugh again.
Behind them, somewhere back in the castle, Henry Keoughan is probably still trying to figure out whether he just witnessed the beginning of something. Lily hopes he never gets an answer.
James, meanwhile, looks entirely too pleased with himself for someone who had merely volunteered his services for the sake of an easy joke.
She has to take him down a notch because of course she does. That’s what Lily Evans does. "Don't get used to it."
"To what?" James asks.
"Holding my hand,” she tells him.
His grin widens again. “Too late.”
He reaches down and slides his hand back into hers. Lily doesn’t pull away.
Been MIA for a bit bc I thought my depression was back and I needed meds again. That or my ADHD finally won.
Turns out, I have a vitamin D deficiency and hashimoto's and apparently my thyroid gland's been underactive for a WHILE now
But hey at least I never resorted to using AI at work or in my fics while all this was happening!!
Thank you @constancezin for the amazing piece of art inspired by The Case of the Missing Muggle
Some wonder why, in the blossoming days of an abnormally warm month of May, Lily Evans - pupil extraordinaire and apple of her teachers' eye - suddenly decides to move her study session from the library to the park.
And if these urgent needs to reconnect with nature happened at the exact same time as the practice days of the Gryffindor quidditch team, it is perfectly due to chance.
To @mppmaraudergirl and @theresthesnitch who were regretting shirtless jily may
April
Never Have I Felt This (WIP, 97.6k as of 30 April 2026) by @sidlarsson. Rated M.
“You know I’m mad about you,” I said, my voice textured. “I—fuck, Evans, I know it’s obvious. It's bloody obvious. I want to go out with you. I want you to go out with me.” After a long pause, in which I sucked in and then licked my lips, but she still hadn't said anything, I urged in a quieter tone, “Go on… go out with me.” Hogwarts fic - James Potter POV where he's an asshole, but disastrously and completely head-over-heels in love with Lily Evans.
Mystery Of Love (WIP, 21.1k as of 30 April 2026) by @versipellis21. Rated T.
A story of Lily Evans' life from the week she got the letter that would change her life forever up to the moment she died. Following her teenage years at Hogwarts, as she finds a new family within the walls of the castle to make up for the loss of her old one, the struggles of growing from girl to woman in a world she doesn’t feel like belonging in, as the beginnings of a war creep up on her, making friendships to last until the end of time, and learning to return the love of the boy who loved too much, the unexpected pregnancy in the middle of the war she had got caught up in, and how her fierce love for her son would change it all.
Beneath the Beech Trees (WIP, 14k as of 30 April 2026), by @missgryffin. Rated E.
It’s always been like that, her and James. Heated; a little toxic; more than a little crazy. Maybe, this time, they’ll finally figure it out.
Must Love Dogs (WIP, 10.8k as of 30 April 2026) by @petalsonparchment. Rated T.
Before heading off to a lecture at university, James Potter leaves his Labrador retriever, Padfoot, locked inside the flat. Unfortunately for James, Padfoot soon grows dreadfully bored and teaches himself how to slide open the front bolt. Naturally, this results in an entirely unsanctioned adventure beyond the flat. Out in the world he meets Lily Evans, a sharp-witted English student who quickly wins him over with biscuits, praise, and the sort of attention any self-respecting Labrador (and, frankly, James Potter) would find utterly irresistible.
Confessions on the Quidditch Pitch (completed, 3.8k) by @jilyyall. Rated T.
James Potter is a right fool, but Lily Evans knows just what to do with him.
Kiss All The Time (What If All I Need Is You?) (WIP, 22.1k as of 30 April 2026) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated M.
“Because… I think it’s what I want, you know. Just enjoy a low-stakes fling.” His friends shared a look. “I’m serious,” he added. “James –” Remus’ brow was crinkled. “What if we bet on it?” A Jily AU with some sprinkles of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
Don’t Make Me Over (completed, 1.3K) by @deadlysansa. Rated G.
James kisses Lily without thinking. Seventh Year Jily drabble.
Penguin (completed, c300 words) by @sapphireleo. Rated T.
"Will you be my penguin?" "Will I be your what?" "My penguin."
Jilytober Vignettes (oneshot collection, 51k as of 30 April 2026) by @siriuslysnuffles. Not rated.
A series of canon-compliant vignettes about James and Lily being hopelessly in love (or completely in denial about it).
Choice (Caution to the Wind) (completed, 5.2k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated E.
“It’s just…” When she speaks again, her voice is softer. It’s tired, but not absent of a sharp quality to it. “Between the war and the Ministry…I miss feeling like I had a choice. I sometimes feel like things just happen and all I can do is react.” Or: Lily finds a small way to take her life into her own hands.
Little Boys and Their Lost Loves (completed, 8.7k) by @pensivepenseive. Rated T.
Although he was only eleven years old, James Potter knew at first sight that the red headed girl was someone he had to stay far away from.
The fuss about kissing (completed, 1.1k) by @exalthia. Rated T.
In which James finds it inexcusable that Lily thinks she doesn't like kissing and offers to show her what she's been missing.
A Hostage Situation (completed, 2.5k) by @formerlympp. Rated G.
Lily learns that magic cannot cure every possible ailment, but her boyfriend certainly can.
Sundress (completed, c850 words) by @missgryffin. Rated M.
James seeing Lily in a sundress for the first time
In the Comfort of Your Arms (completed, 1.7k) by @jilyyall. Rated T.
After a very bad week, Lily Evans finds herself unable to sleep, and the only person that can possibly offer her any peace is fast asleep in his own dormitory where she is definitely not allowed, especially not in the middle of the night. Good thing the Head Girl isn't too fussed about following the rules.
Christmases When You Were Mine (completed, 4.9k) by @harryissuchalittleshit. Rated T.
Lily misses the train to go home for the Christmas holidays and finds herself stuck with James and Sirius for the next two weeks. In that time she comes to change her opinion about the pair of boys, but especially one James Potter. Sixth Year AU
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Something so funny about rereading one's own unfinished fics. Like wow this is pretty good! Almost as if was written exactly according to what I personally like in fact! Someone should finish it!
In The Light of Tomorrow
Chapter 6: The International Confederation of Wizards
Sirius sat opposite James as the Grand European Magical Locomotive tore across the countryside, fields and villages dissolving into streaks of green and gold beyond the window. The carriage hummed softly along the rails, the motion so smooth it was almost disorienting—enchantments cushioning every jolt, every turn. They were moving faster than any Muggle train could hope to manage, and yet it felt like gliding.
He had first ridden the line at twelve, perched beside his Uncle Alphard with his nose pressed shamelessly to the glass. That summer had unfolded like something out of a storybook—one long, wandering journey across the continent. They drifted from hidden magical villages to crowded wizarding streets, spent afternoons in dusty museums and evenings in the sitting rooms of Alphard’s friends. Sirius remembered a dragon reserve somewhere in the mountains, the heat of it against his face, the thrill of standing just a little too close. He remembered goblins who spoke in clipped, careful tones, and late nights spent dozing in the train’s narrow berth as the world rushed on toward the next destination.
He had loved every moment of it.
At sixteen, he’d sworn he would do it again—properly this time. A grand tour with James, Remus, Peter. No chaperones, no itinerary. Just freedom, and the open stretch of magical Europe laid out before them.
But life, as it had a habit of doing, had taken a different turn.
War had come instead. Responsibilities. Loss.
And so Sirius hadn’t boarded the train again until now—fourteen years later, at twenty-six.
Not for adventure. Not for freedom. But for a meeting.
“I don’t need a chaperone, you know,” James said, breaking into Sirius’s thoughts.
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Wherefore Art Thou, James Potter by @ghostofbambifanfiction
for art prompts: jily and harry on his 1st birthday !
Harry’s First Birthday
I don’t have kids but I find it hard to imagine a newly 1-year-old child having great balancing skills, so I added a built-in seat to his toy broomstick.
