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porque no los dos // plane chahiye ke nahin tumhe // UPLIFT OTHERS // practicing discipline, consistency, and presence, living each moment in BLISS

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

alightwith_happiness on ao3 (alightwith-happiness on FF)

this is my personal blog and not a wholly jily blog (even though a formative part of my soul is jily) tags incl #hp, #jily, #awh (my writing), or #marauders

Recent Works (not currently updating):

Undercurrent (WIP, 5K words, 1/4 Chapters so far, T)

It’s Sirius’s 17th birthday, and his only wish is for the Gryffindor Chaser to kiss the Gryffindor redhead. // Lily goes out someone who's not James, and James is seething. Lily seems to care more about if James noticed than about her actual date. Remus is caught in between it all. // Takes place from October 31st, 1976 - November 6th, 1976.

His Parents' Son (Complete, 1K words, T)

She can't help but remember James and Lily whenever she sees him. Takes place during Chapter Nine of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. McGonagall's POV following a canon conversation, helping Harry select his N.E.W.T. coursework.

Trace (Complete, 4K words, E)

James returns home to Lily after months away for the Order. Pure SMUT featuring some flashbacks to seventh-year Jily.

[living-realusion]

so I started watching The First Frost (on Netflix, how dreadful) and the translators just refused to translate the episode titles ??? Like why? It's clearly important and the writers put effort into them, so why this "creative" choice to just neglect it?

So here I will write down all the starting and ending titles (because I'm a sucker for these things) as I go through the eps, so I can help my fellow viewers out as well as my future self (ik she will re-watch this).

Episode Titles below:

Goodbye, Sang Yan ; Goodbye, Wen Yifan

Your Name ; Your Name is Written on my Heart

Everyone Needs a Romantic Interest ; Everyone Needs a Romantic Interest, You are my Romantic Interest

Rumors ; I'll Dispel the Rumors for You

Get Closer ; Get Closer, Would You?

I will always be with you ; I will always be with you, Will you always be with me?

A Secret... ; A Secret... that can't be kept

The Sun in the Rain ; The Sun in the Rain, Dazzling and Warm

False of Heart ; False of Heart, Honest in Action

You Forgot ; You forgot but I still remember

Take care of to yourself ; Take care of yourself, I'm always here

How to be happy? ; How to be happy? Staying with you

We made a promise ; We made a promise, I want to be with you

Can't let go ; Can't let go of my feelings for you

Marks ; Marks left by you

Happy Birthday ; Happy Birthday. Contented

The Farthest Distance ; The Farthest Distance is an Unspoken "I Love You"

On my way to you ; On my way to you, wait for me

Bai Jiang ; Bai Jiang doesn't mean I'm a loser but that I only lost to you, Wen Shuangjiang

I want to quietly slip into your soul ; To catch you every time you feel vulnerable

Where is Hope? ; Where is hope? Hope is everywhere with you in the future

Opportunity ; Opportunity is for you

Hide ; Where to hide?

The reason I left ; The reason I left, is that I didn't want to be a storm in your life

Where are you? ; No matter where you are I'll find you

The Promise ; This time, I won't break the promise

I accept ; I accept my imperfections

I want a second chance ; I want a second chance, if there's one

Love means ; Love means being each other's light

Relying ; Relying: Trusting you in weakness, chosen by you firmly

Back to the first day we met ; Loving you from the first day to forever

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death. It's you.

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

I knew it I knew it in my bones I knew it

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

ofc ofc ofc it was meant to be!!!! of course! It was just a matter of time, and ofc that’s my path and that’s—

Of course

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

I knew it I knew it in my bones I knew it

[lost-in-eriador]

in 2026, remember how GOOD writing feels. remember how satsfying it is to get your characters to the point you have been dying to get to, where they will experience the love, fear, relief or whatever the feeling you want to bring to life may be. let this year be the year of writing, prgress and of satisfactory endings.

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

f*ck pan!c attac£

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

Ek teri khair mangdi, main manga na kuch horr

[krishkapoor]

Throwback To Our Wedding— 19th July, 2025 💗

My Fav One 💓

Our Wedding Look

Awkward Pose 🫠 (Actually Photographer Bhaiya ke instructions hi khatam nahi ho rahe the)

She can't take her eyes off from me 🤭 (Main hoon hi itna Handsome and Good looking 😎)

At the Dinner Time 🍻

Aaj ke liye baas itna hi, @sanamnaieembaloch baby tum bhi kabhi koi pics share kiya karo, log mante hi nahi ki main tumhara pati hoon 😔

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

Khush ho?

Dekhai nahin de raha?!Zindagi bhar jo sapne dekhe the woh pure toh ho rahein hain. Destination wedding, decorations, music, orchids, kapde. Everything is just perfect.

[mournfulroses]

Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933

[knighthans]

Sirius at Grimmauld Place because he’s only ever really himself when he’s at Hogwarts

[texasbama]

I don't wanna be your friend, Wellsy

OFF CAMPUS | 1.05 'The Cold Turkey'

[jilychallenge]

July 2026 JILYCHALLENGE is here! It's been sunny and summery where we are... so let's put on some more sunscreen, and sign up while you let your icecream melt... because SUMMER JILY IS BACK!!!

please reblog this post by the 30st of June 2026, tagging with what you'd like to make (for example #one-shot, #writing, #art, #drawing, #mood board, #playlist etc. You can be as vague as or specific as you like)

At the beginning of the month, we will assign you a partner and you will receive your *FLUFF* prompt (here or on the JilyChallenge Discord - dm for an invite). Keep an eye on this blog or Discord and please check your messages on Tumblr. BRING YOUR OWN TOOTHBRUSH!!!

Each creator makes their own creation, collabs are encouraged but not the aim of this challenge. 

(optional) please follow the Jilychallenge Tumblrblog for updates.

(optional) join the Jily Challenge on Discord (send an ask for an invite) for beta help, chatting and mental support.

when posting: 

creators should try to post their entries by the end of the month (What to do when you miss the deadline?)

please tag your partner and the jilychallenge in your post (including the theme and your prompt)

we will reblog all entries tagged #jilychallenge

if you post your art or story on ao3, please add it to the collection of Jily Challenges 2026

If you have any questions at all, don't hesitate to send us a message or ask! If you have an idea for a theme for an upcoming month we'd love to hear it!

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

a moment that will live with me forever — my dad sitting in our family room, way past his bedtime, silently, patiently untangling flower decorations for our home, our shaadi ka ghar, just the two of us putting up decorations, getting things done, some delirium, but the power and energy in the hour or so we spent sajaoing our home for my wedding, was divine

I truly feel so special and so lucky and blessed my dad and family are doing so much for me and showing up for me like this #howL

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

love love love

[ashmitsblog]

Saiyaara - love makes life live

great loves look ordinary in close-ups. a man holding his wife’s messy hair out of her face on a windy auto ride; a woman smoking a particular cigarette because someone she loved liked it. a boy abandoning his dreams to take care of someone he loves; a girl refusing care to protect the person she loves.

as much as Mohit Suri’s Saiyaara is about the grand gestures seen in bollywood love stories a la Rockstar, it’s also about these moments of common experience — the small acts that breathe life into life.

bollywood romance has been having a hard time as of late, but amongst a pile of mediocrity and disappointment, Saiyaara is a breath of fresh air. the film, true to itself, is a wandering star in a sea of stars.

while Suri’s filmography is not flawless, with his stories often going from too bizarre (Half Girlfriend) to too morose (Hamari Adhuri Kahani), more than a decade after his seminal classic Aashiqui 2, he has once again managed to recapture the essence of love, deliciously drenched in the musicality of heartbreak. the film has successfully brought back the wide eyed sentimentality of young love and the timelessness of self-sacrificial, all-consuming devotion.

the story is as old as it is new. boy (angry young man with aspirations of making it big) meets girl (sheltered young girl with a broken heart). boy desperately staring into tomorrow’s rising sun; girl counting her loss in the stars of the night sky. she looks at him first, but he looks through her first. he helps her then seeks her help. vocally, aggressively and then sensitively. it is a tired trope, so Aashiqui 2 in spirit, you would be blameless to roll your eyes, but Suri builds it up in style only to then gracefully subvert it.

speaking of cliches, this film has them in spades. but what’s refreshing is that they all actually work — the sadboi trope, the vulnerable girl archetype, the unrelenting parents, an alcoholic man grieving his dead wife. in the hands of any other filmmaker, these tropes would stumble and fall like one expects, but Mohit Suri somehow manages this with elegance.

there is little explanation to this except that the creators of this film commit to the severity of first love with absolute unironic sincerity, no winking eyes in sight whatsoever. small acts go a long way. when vaani sits on krish’s bike for the first time, he uses his jacket to tie them both together — a gesture now being memed for its flamboyant machismo, yet in the moment, impossibly romantic. when she gives him a deadline by which she has to reach home, he dutifully abides by it only to hold her hand to cherish the remaining seconds together. to the cynical gaze, these might look excessive, but what are rituals if not a secret language between two souls.

in fact, the two souls leading this tale are truly the backbone of the film. the fiery debate on nepotism might make it hard to remember but once upon a time, newcomers in bollywood were met with curiosity and not immediate outright disdain. the electric performances by Ahaan Panday and Aneet Padda have reignited this spark of interest. their chemistry pulses and beats, so palpably alive that one, it seems, would wilt without the other. to Suri’s credit, Vaani, initially written like a woman in service of a man (she fixes him, cheers him on, waits for him), is given the agency of a protagonist. she might be forgetting, but Saiyaara remembers that it is her story.

this, however, does not stop Krish from shining like the burning star he is. Ahaan Panday, shouldered with the impossible task of unending pining, is unbelievably moving. with Krish Kapoor, Panday brings a youthful rage and melds it with a soft sensitivity — a cocktail that, in my jaded mind, shouldn’t work but inarguably does. in several scenes, his eyes brim with tears and the ache is reminiscent of the best moments of Ranbir Kapoor’s performance in 2011’s Rockstar.

his softboy is a welcome addition to the hardened masculinity that a film like this often seems to demand. in fact, this really encapsulates what makes Saiyaara so special: the coming together of Mohit Suri and Aditya Chopra. the central love story of the film vibrates with Suri’s filmography, most of which understands love as a transformational force headed to doom, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 carries the central belief of Chopra’s films that to love someone is to see god in them. one of my favorite scenes is Krish running towards a giant screen with Vaani’s picture and then falling on his knees as if she is the god and temple, the prayer and the hymn.

it tied my heart in a knot. it was not supposed to be so. my cynical eyes avoid films such as Sanam Teri Kasam and Jalebi like the plague, but as the frames of the title track filled the screen, I was transported back to the 13 year old listening to ‘Sunn Raha Hai’ who had never been in love but was so enamored with the concept of love that all the words in the world appeared to be written for me.

the critical reception to this film has been as one would expect from the current Indian landscape in the face of unflinching sincerity. a large number of skeptics have pointed to less than civil shenanigans in single screen theatre screenings to bash the film, but from a place of intimate understanding of where the film’s heart lies, this approach to criticism seems like little more than sheepish cynicism.

great loves look ordinary in close-ups and infeasible from a distance, but in motion, they are poetry suspended between fate and freedom.

[howluckydoyouhavetobe]

9 weeks until I’m married

[shinjani]

clear your desk, tie your hair, grab a coffee and get to it!!