Just A Nerd

she/her, hp-adult (I do not stand jkr)

[ilikeginnyweasley]

It’s christmas time in the Potter household, circa 1985!

I love my Swedish traditions around christmas and winter time so I thought, why not incorporate some to this painting? The candleholder in the window is a typical advent light found in majority of households in sweden (this or a advent star) and the jumpers worn by Harry and James are inspired by traditional Bohusstickning from the west of Sweden!

Merry christmas to you all! 🎄

[remanence-of-love]

[minjimunji]

The titan’s curse dance scenes!!!

Collab with @lilsillustration !! Pls go follow her she’s amazing :)))

Bonus:

[lilsillustration]

WHAT A WONDERFUL COLLABBBB ❤️❤️ look at what we made !!!

[lilsillustration]

Camp Jupiter & New Rome

[ginnyw-potter]

Hold on tightly

Last of tonight's drunk / choccy milk prompts with @sophie-hatter-jenkins (fic here) and @starlingflight (fic here)

Arthur/Molly realise Harry is in love with Ginny

Molly looked up from the cookbook she was perusing for fun recipes for Christmas when her husband entered the kitchen.

“She’s still seeing Dean, is she?” Arthur asked quietly.

“She is,” Molly confirmed. “Why?”

Arthur pointed through the doorway at Ginny and Harry talking animatedly as they folded paper chains together. It was the first time in ages that Molly had seen Harry smile like that.

“Nothing against Dean, but I’m afraid he doesn’t stand a chance if she knows she has a shot with Harry,” Arthur mumbled.

Molly shrugged, flipping to the next page of the book. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Her husband hummed so she read on but then he nudged her with his elbow. “Look!”

Ginny had folded a large Santa shape out of some paper and was making Harry hold it. His cheeks coloured a deep red as Ginny adjusted his hands. He hung onto her every word.

“It’s essential that you don’t let go, okay?” she said, smiling widely all the while.

He nodded, eyes on her and not the paper. “I have never held something so tightly. I promise.”

She blushed in turn. “Good.” She retrieved the tape from the crafting box. “Ready?”

“Yep, still ready.”  He grinned at her. “Take your time. My hands aren’t cramping up at all.”

She snorted. “I think the Slytherins are correct,” she mused, putting a bit of tape right by his fingertip. “You’re so dramatic.”

“What! You take that back right now,” he said with a grin.

She laughed. “I don’t think so!”

“You take that back right now or I’m letting go.” He gestured with the paper Santa still held tightly between his fingers.

“No! Don’t let go!” Ginny’s hands clasped over his immediately to prevent him from letting go.

Both of them stilled and Harry stared at her. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down and her hands remained firmly on his.

He chuckled awkwardly. “Fine. I won’t let go.”

“You promise?” she asked.

He glanced away from her face, his cheeks flushing even further. “I promise.”

Arthur raised a knowing eyebrow towards his wife. “I dare say he’s in love.”

“Maybe,” Molly said gently. She did not want to put expectations onto her children about who they should be with, but yet the image of Harry beside Ginny looking at her the way he did just now popped up in her mind. Yes, she could see them together perfectly well.

Except things were far more precarious for the pair than their playful banter suggested.

“What?” Arthur asked.

“Do those poor kids even stand a chance?” she asked quietly, searching her husband’s eyes for an answer. “With everything going on? And Harry—” Her throat closed up.

Arthur rubbed her arm comfortingly. “I don’t know what will come of it, but I do know that they both deserve happiness and if that’s together for them… I wouldn’t mind that.”

They watched Harry and Ginny in silence for a moment longer. They seemed oblivious to the people around them, as if the rest of the world had seized to exist the moment they started talking to each other. Ginny finally let Harry release his hold on the paper Santa. Even though his duty was done, he remained seated beside her and asked how she was going to do the finishing touches and she demanded that he signed his name alongside hers so it would be forever known he had helped.

“They do make a wonderful pair,” Molly agreed.

Arthur squeezed her shoulder. “They do. Doesn’t love prevail?”

Her hand cupped her husband’s cheek. “I choose to believe it does.” 

[apalapucian]

she didn’t hear him at all. doesn’t hear him until she’s being dragged to the nearest tree, blade already at her throat.

a rough arm pins her against the trunk, breath hot against her ear. she twists, but she’s pinned in a way that one wrong move will ensure she slits her own neck.

"easy," the other tribute — digs, district five — hisses. "don’t do all the work for me."

lily feels her own dagger’s hilt against her palm, but the angle is all wrong. anything worth wounding is too far, and any move will be too slow. she needs to distract him to buy more time.

she’s just racking her brain for something when another voice cuts through the air: "well," they say, smooth and lazy. almost amused. "isn’t this cozy."

her stomach drops.

it’s james fucking potter.

digs’ grip on her tightens, his blade making a hairline cut on lily’s neck. she leans away from it as much as she can, the rough bark digging against her scalp. "be a hero elsewhere, seven," he warns james. "this one’s mine."

"you got it all wrong," says james, leaning casually against a tree. "i don’t care for her. i’m just here to watch." 

— fields of feverfew, a jily hunger games AU (26K words, complete)

[scarlettsinterlude]

A Cruel Universe.

Jock!James Potter X Tweemo!Lily Evans

WC: 2.7k

Lily Evans wasn’t supposed to like James Potter. But under the stars, with his laugh soft and his walls down, she realizes the universe can be cruel like that.

Warnings: Some tooth rotting fluff, mentions of underage alcohol consumption, Slight angst (if you squint), mentions of relations with food, pining, kissing, and mentions of slight harassment (only two lines i believe) Let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: Haiiii!! Happy Halloween! this is like my first ever jily one-shot, which is like so surprising because they are genuinely my favorite ship LMFAO but i deceided to write this after seeming a tweemo lily edit and UGHH it was beautiful! i also deceided to make this happy because halloween is a pretty depressing day for us marauders fans, anyways i hope you guys enjoy! REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS LOVED!!<3

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Lily wasn't supposed to like him. God, no. James Potter is the epitome of Lily's existence. All he does is slack off in class, play football, go to parties, and now apparently have the fattest, most irritating crush on her. Lily doesn't understand how and when it happened- actually no, she does.

It was Junior year AP physics when Mr. Slughorn decided to separate James and Sirius due to “excessive tomfoolery” (his words, not hers). And because the universe is a cruel thing and believes in testing her patience, he sat James right next to her. See it wouldn't be an issue if it was anyone else, but it was James. James, who threw away his smarts just to be some irritating jock, the boy who was clever enough to answer questions spot on when called on by a teacher after messing around with Black. It infuriated Lily how he didn't have to try, everyone, and I mean everyone loved James Potter. He didn't have to do a single thing! People loved him.

He’d lean back in his chair, spinning his pen, whispering dumb comments under his breath in attempts to make her laugh. And fine, fine, maybe she’d notice things that she normally wouldn't have. Like how good his forearms looked when he pushed up his hoodie sleeves, or how his stupid hair curled at the nape of his neck when it got too long, or how his laugh, loud and reckless, seemed to always make her smile. But worse, much worse. She started to notice smaller things about him. He was nice, gosh, he was stupidly nice. The kind of nice that had you thinking for days, the type to make your chest ache and want to cave in, the type that carved a James Potter sized hole in your chest. He’d hold open the doors for everyone, not just people he cared for. He’d even offered to carry Marlene's books the month she sprained her wrist! He had given her a pencil, and highlighters when she couldn't find hers, not with a teasing tone, but with a smile and a “Here Evans”. He was such a goddamned gentleman it wasn’t fair. This (if you couldn't tell) drove her mental. James wasn't supposed to be nice or ridiculously sweet. He wasn't supposed to give her an extra set of notes because she was out sick, his handwriting sucked, but she can’t even lie, it did make her heart melt a bit.

It was a slow unraveling moment for her, one second he was an annoying boy she had to tolerate, another second later he was sitting close enough during a movie in class, making her laugh at stupid jokes and where she could smell his cologne. The hint of cedar and pine was fabulous, but there was something else hidden. It was the musky smell of James, it filled her lungs.. and lord did she gulp it down like she was trying to commit it to memory, filling her lungs until she couldn't think straight.

And tonight, tonight was just another test from the universe.

So when both Mary and Marlene had dragged her out on a friday night after the football game to some party at a seniors house, she was already not feeling it. The party was loud, suffocating, sticky with the scent of cheap vodka and cologne, Lily promised to avoid him. Not with this new crush that has formed.

When walking in she almost immediately turned around, she would dart out the door if Mary and Marlene weren’t basically holding her hostage. Everyone there was at least pretending that they were older than they even were, there was a group of football players around the island drinking and chanting. Of course Sirius and James were around participating with their friends, but when she passed James… There was this moment where everything felt like it had stopped. Not slowed, but stopped. Their eyes met for a brief second before Lily felt the feeling of beer spilling on her boots. Well, avoiding him had gone to shit..

She had lasted half a beer before the headache had set in.

Three different guys had called her “Red”, two asking for her snap with below mediocre pick up lines, one guy begging to take her upstairs, telling her in broken slurs “It’ll be fun”. The room stunk of teenage desperation, and Lily had decided she’d had enough fun for the night. So she stepped out.

She had slipped out the back door quietly, her boots crunching under the dewy grass, the backyard was huge with an open field, and the air smelled like fresh rain, even though it hadn't rained in a few weeks. The noise of the party fading in the background as soft hums as she stepped farther and farther away finding a nice tree to sit under, pulling her knees to her chest and pulling out her phone. Times like this lily felt different. Not in an annoying or attention seeking way, but in a normal way. She didn't really like partying, I mean it was fun every once and awhile to get shit faced with your friends, but if you didn't have a boyfriend to protect you or were a man, a high school party was just a place to be objectified in.

As she looked up closing her eyes she imagined her life if she was different, if she didn't grow up lower middle class, if she and her sister got along more, if she had a better relationship with food, or if she just stopped avoiding her feelings for once in her damn life. When she opened her eyes the stars were staring back. The stars were something she always found comfort in, the sparkles in a black fogged sky was amazing. She often reminisces about a trip when she was 8 going up into the mountains and watching the stars in the clear, smog-ridden sky. As she stared at the inky black sky with scattered sparkles she felt a wave of calmness. Oh, what she would do for life to be that simple. She hugged her knees closer to her chest, letting her breathing and heartbeat slow down.

“Are you hiding out too?”

Well there goes her slow heartbeat.

Her head snapped towards the voice (honestly she didn't even need to look she knew who it was.) James Potter stood a few feet away, his hands shoved in the pockets of his letterman jacket, his smile radiant as he rocked on the balls of his feet. The moonlight reflecting off his chocolate curls and the tortoise shell glasses framing his eyes.

“Jesus Potter! You scared me!” She groaned holding her chest, causing James face to break out in an even bigger smile. If that's even possible.

He wondered over plopping down under the tree next to her like it was the most natural thing in the world, it probably was for him. “Didn’t mean to, I just really need air. Sirius spilled beer on my shirt again.” He scoffed, unbuttoning the jacket to show the wet stain. “He called it a ‘rite of passage.’”

Lily snorted, covering her face, "sounds about right.” They both sat in silence for a minute, it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, it was just quiet and oddly comforting. The sound of crickets filling the noise around them. If you didn't know either of then you may have thought that they've known each other for years.

After a while Lily broke the silence, “why are you here potter?” She questioned with an eyebrow raise. There was an uneasy feeling in her gut that there was no way he came out here to just be around her.

“Saw you left, people were annoying, figured you needed amazing company.” He replied shifting in the dirt to get comfortable like he was staying long.

“I don’t.” she answered plainly.

“Well, lucky for you I'm amazing company.” He grinned, wiping his hands on his jeans.

Lily rolled her eyes, huffing a laugh, “Your impossible James.”

“Compliment taken.” He smirks, shaking out his curls, and Lily stares hard. She thinks how it would feel to run her fingers through the chocolate and honey curls, she looks at his jawline how it would feel to run her teet- “You can really see Orion tonight.” He interrupts her quite filthy thoughts on the boy she's not even supposed to like.

“I- uh… what?” She blinked offguard, her mind a bit blank from where it was just ten seconds ago.

“Orion? The constellation?” He looked at her with a questioning gaze. “Its.. uhm right there,” James shuffled closer pointing up to the three sparkles close together in a small line. “That's a belt: Orion's belt. It’s surprisingly really bright right here,” He shrugged, still staring straight up pushing his lenses up further on his nose.

“Wow…” lily mumbled looking up at all the stars for a second, James was right, the three lined up stars were really bright. But that's not really what Lily was looking at for the majority of the time. She was looking at James. The way he stared up in awe, the lights almost reflecting off the tanned skin of him. If he was a star he would be the bloody fucking sun. He was so bright and beautiful it hurt. He was always shining so bright, more than her pathetic words can describe. “You're so smart.” Lily blurted, shutting her mouth fast with embarrassment. Blessed James couldn't see the blooming red blush that engulfed her face.

All James did was look at her through the corner of his eye and laugh, “Well when your best friend is named Sirius, you hear quite a lot of stars.”

Lily laughed a quiet, but genuine laugh. “I bet, but… that's not what I mean.” She paused, playing with her red waves trying to find the right words. “I mean… you're so bloody smart, and- and you don't use it. I would've never guessed King James not only knows, but likes astrology.” She scoffed a bit, but it had no real heat behind it.

James looked at Lily, his smirk dropped and he went to play with his hands. For a second he looked more like a boy, then a 17 year old high school jock known for his cocky behavior. Lily worried for a second, thinking she had offended or worse hurt James. Lily was just about to open her mouth to blurt out some apology that she doesn't think before she speaks and she's sorry when James finally opens his mouth and speaks. “I- uh… wow.” he laughed nervously a bit before speaking again, “I know I'm smart and clever enough, I just…I feel like it's easier y’know, act like im not, because it's easier?” He said, unsure of himself, she's never seen James like this. Never seen him nervous or on the spot in his life, he usually walks with this confidence where nothing or no one can stop him. But he continued, “I just, I thought it would be better to be liked.” James took a deep breath, before chuckling a laugh, “I'm sorry I didn't mean to like to over share.”

Lily's chest tightened, she didn't know what to say. What do you even say to the boy you misjudged for almost 2 years? She stared at him before smiling, “well if it helps,” she said scooting closer, “I like you much better this way than your jock persona.”

James blinked a bit before turning at her like she had grown 3 heads, but then it had melted into something gentler. The corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying to hold back a goofy grin, he tilted his head studying her with the caramel colored eyes that adored his face, he suddenly looked so much more vulnerable under the moonlight, so much more handsome.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly before smirking, “You like me better this way Evans?”

Lily scoffed with a smile, "Don't make me take it back Potter.” She replied, though her voice had no real bite in it.

James laughed, throwing his head back. God, that sound was intoxicating. “Noted.” He said, bumping his shoulder against hers.

For a while they just sat there, shoulders touching, breathing in the same rhythm, staring up at the sky. The air was cold but not enough to bite, the kind to make you want to seek warmth in another. The vulnerability in James did something to Lily. Yeah, she can already admit she liked the boy, but this… this new stage of him being vulnerable enough to share… oh she needed this man.

James sighed quietly, his eyes still on the sky. “Y’know,” he murmured. “I think Sirus may kill me for saying this but… sometimes I understand why people are so drawn to stars.”

“Oh?” Lily asked, her voice softer than she intended it to be.

He nodded, still gazing at the glitter, "They're kind of like people. The brightest ones burn the fastest but they are the ones everyone notices first.” He adjusted his glasses carelessly like it wasn't the most poetic thing Lily's ever heard.

Lily's heart did that thing where it annoyingly fluttered in her chest, “Thats.. Wow Potter, that's actually quite poetic.”

He grinned, scoffing faintly, “Oh don't sound so surprised Evans, I do have layers. M’like an onion” He smirked at her through the corner of his eyes.

“Apparently,” she muttered, but there was no hiding her smile. James looked at her again, really looked, neither of them saying anything, the air around them still with tension. Lily smiled before talking again, her voice barely above a whisper. “The universe is cruel sometimes.”

James tilted his head, like a stag looking at a passerby, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Why’s that?”

“Because,” she said, looking up at the stars instead of him, “it makes you want people you’re not supposed to.”

James didn't answer right away, just stared. He stared at her like she had said something jat rearranged his view on the world. His hand was still in the grass, tensing and relaxing, almost like he was hesitating. “Lily,” He finally after a moment of silence, it came out softer and lower almost unheard of if Lily wasn't so close.

She shouldn't have turned to him when she did, but of course she did it anyway.

He was close now, too close, the faint smell of the cedar and pine filling the space between the two of them. His curls catching in the starlight like spun gold, and his lips. Oh his lips, parted in uncertainty like he was afraid she'd be disgusted. Little did he know, now she could never be disgusted by him.

He hesitated for a half of a second, maybe less, maybe more. Then quietly like he was testing the universe from her answer, “Can I..?”

She didn't let him finish, she couldn't let him. Because by the time the word had left his mouth, she was already leaning in close.

The kiss was far from perfect. Their noses bumped, and she tasted the cheap beer on his lips, but it was soft, warm, and real. His hand slid to her cheek, tentative at first, then certain, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life, which… He probably has. The world spun slower and quieter.

When they finally pulled, Lily was utterly stunned and breathless by her sudden burst of boldness. James also looked just as stunned, his pupils blown and mouth opening and closing every second.

“Wow,” he murmured, voice barely there.

She tried to play it off, but of course her own voice betrayed her. “You talk too much, Potter.”

He grinned, soft, lopsided, and impossibly endearing. “You kiss too well, Evans.”

Lily rolled her eyes, but her cheeks burned crimson all at the same. “Don’t make this weird.”

“Too late.”

He leaned back against the tree trunk, grinning at the stars like the whole universe had just let him win something he’d been fighting for all year. And maybe it had.

Lily looked back up at the sky, a faint smile tugging at her lips, the ghost of his kiss still warm on her skin.

The universe, she decided, really was cruel.

Because it made her fall for James Potter, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

[masterofdeath]

proof that lily potter had lived is devastating when you consider how little of lily harry is given throughout the series. she’s the one that remains a mystery right up until the end, he doesn’t get any gifts or heirlooms and stories that are relayed to him are so often shrouded by some other need to the conflict at hand. harry gets an abstract idea of her, some tangible evidence of how much she loved him by learning about her sacrifice, but while he gets these fragments of relics from james’ life and ideas of who he was as a person lily is always the one thing he can’t really touch.

[cosmomatic]

when i read a book that's called a classic for a reason

[maluceh]

I just wanted to make a meme of the marauders going to mexican hogwarts and I ended up making the whole curriculum from kinder to high school. This is how committed I am to the bit

(English version down below)

[sunshinemarauder]

Jily Week 2025 MASTERLIST

As we approach Jilytober, here's a (belated) round-up of all the incredible works that were written for this year's Jily Week! @kay-elle-cee and I were incredibly excited to see all the work just pour in this year. What a treasure trove!

A quick tally of the total participation over all seven days:

🌸 FANFICTION: 82

🌸 FANART: 4

🌸 CREATORS: 24

🌸 SPECIAL MENTION FOR THOSE ATTEMPTING EVERY PROMPT: sophie-hatter-jenkins, neverenoughmarauders, trinitydaydabbles, juniperpyre, goldenlionprince, yallthemwitches, nodirectionhome--ao3, jilyxz

We are so amazed by all of you and at the hard work and creativity that went into this! It's not an easy ask at all, and for twenty-four unique creators to create eighty-eight (!!) works is truly amazing. We did actually narrowly 'beat' last year's numbers - at least the totals! There were 85 total works last year, and three more this year, but significantly fewer fanart works (4 vs. 19). We hope to see even more artists join in on the fun next year!

In case you missed it, here is our AO3 collection!

And, of course, below is the master list of all the fan content made for Jily Week and links to the Tumblr/Twitter posts (from where you can also access AO3 links).

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🌷🌷🌷 Day 1 – Knight in Shining Armor

Microfic by @di-daynamic | Tumblr

only the good die young by @juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events by @sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

The Constant by @yallthemwitches | Tumblr

knight in shining armour by @bellabookworm | Tumblr

Sneak Peek of Strawberry Mentos & Black Licorice by @livelaughlovetoread | Tumblr

the knight with the bright red umbrella by @goldenlionprince | Tumblr

Contributing To Delinquency by kay-elle-cee | Tumblr

climb soonest unto crowns by di-dynamic/dhpanya10 | Tumblr

It was always you by neverenoughmarauders | Tumblr

Art by @constancezin | Tumblr

Realizations by @person-personified/bluegreys | Tumblr

Knight in Shining Jelly by @trinitydaydabbles | Tumblr

Art by @marie4t on Twitter | Twitter

The Cokeworth Tales by @nodirectionhome--ao3 | Tumblr

Knight in Shining Armor by @enbysiriusblack | Tumblr

🌷🌷🌷 Day 2 - Green-Eyed Monster

a bottle of red by juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events (Chapter 2) by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

Settling Up by di-daynamic/dhpanya10 | Tumblr

don’t marry him by @isahorcrux | Tumblr

It was always you (Chapter 2) by neverenoughmarauders | Tumblr

Too Approachable by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

Two minute decisions to change your whole love life by goldenlionprince | Tumblr

announcement by bellabookworm | Tumblr

Sneak Peek of Strawberry Mentos & Black Licorice (Day 2) by livelaughlovetoread | Tumblr

Dropping Eaves by @eastwindmlk | Tumblr

Green-Eyed Glare by trinitydaydabbles | Tumblr

and i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

The Cokeworth Tales (Chapter 2) by nodirectionhome–ao3 | Tumblr

my hand was the one you reached for by @ohhevans | Tumblr (combo of day 1 & 2)

Fanart by contancezin | Tumblr

Green-Eyed Monster by enbysiriusblack | Tumblr

🌷🌷🌷 Day 3 - Calamity Strikes

half a mile away by juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events (Chapter 3) by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

‘til death do us part by bellabookworm | Tumblr

Somewhere on the Kitchen Floor by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

Perfect timing by goldenlionprince | Tumblr

It was always you (Chapter 3) by neverenoughmarauders | Tumblr

Sneak Peek of Strawberry Mentos & Black Licorice (Day 3) by livelaughlovetoread | Tumblr

Aftermath by trinitydaydabbles | Tumblr

i thought the plane was going down (how’d you turn it right around?) by ohhevans | Twitter

The Cokeworth Tales (Chapter 3) by nodirectionhome–ao3 | Tumblr

🌷🌷🌷 Day 4 - More Than Convenient

scenes from a dive bar by juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events (Chapter 4) by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

Try and Fake This by eastwindmlk | Tumblr

forever begins never by di-daynamic/dhpanya10 | Tumblr

It was always you (Chapter 4) by neverenoughmarauders | Tumblr

The pop up boyfriend by goldenlionprince | Tumblr

Sneak Peek of Strawberry Mentos & Black Licorice (Day 4) by livelaughlovetoread | Tumblr

Free Fall by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

help (!) i’m still at the restaurant (and my mum won’t leave me alone about it) by ohhevans | Tumblr

Fanart by @fleadme | Tumblr

spite by bellabookworm | Tumblr

Perfectly Convenient by trinitydaydabbles | Tumblr

The Cokeworth Tales (Chapter 4) by nodirectionhome–ao3 | Tumblr

🌷🌷🌷Day 5 - Summer Fling

just the way you are by juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events (Chapter 5) by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

It was always you by neverenoughmarauders | Tumblr

Strawberry & Lemon by goldenlionprince | Tumblr

safe harbor by @vagueshadows-fics | Tumblr

Changing Tides by @annasghosts | Tumblr

nothing lasts forever by bellabookworm | Tumblr

Sneak Peek of Strawberry Mentos & Black Licorice (Day 5) by livelaughlovetoread | Tumblr

Tell Me More by trinitydaydabbles | Tumblr

back when we were living for the hope of it all by ohhevans | Tumblr

Don’t Tell Me Your Wish If You Don’t Want It To Come True by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

The Cokeworth Tales (Chapter 5) by nodirectionhome–ao3 | Tumblr

🌷🌷🌷 Day 6 - Angst vs Fluff

she’s got a way by juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr

Settling Up (chapter 2) by di-daynamic | Tumblr

Together in Paris by eastwindmlk | Tumblr

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events (Chapter 6) by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

It was always you by neverenoughmarauders | Tumblr

We prescribe you some love by goldenlionprince | Tumblr

the twist of fate (when it all broke down) by kay-elle-cee | Tumblr

Even When I Think I Have Enough, I Want More by yallthemwitches | Tumblr

Dark Omens by annasghosts | Tumblr

Bright Side by trinitydaydabbles | Tumblr

The Wind Doesn’t Know You’re Gone by jo997 | AO3

🌷🌷🌷 Day 7 - Choose Your Own Adventure

a light around them by juniperpyre/dejaentends | Tumblr

A Series of Increasingly Unlikely Events (Chapter 7) by sophie-hatter-jenkins | Tumblr

It was always you by neverenoughmarauders | Tumblr

Homesick by trinitydaydabbles | Tumblr

to gain a fairy wife by goldenlionprince | Tumblr

breaking through the clouds (feels impossible now) by @jilyxz | Tumblr (all prompts)

Terms of Engagement by gigglesandfreckles-hp | Tumblr

don’t want to risk it by kay-elle-cee | Tumblr

My Boy Builds Coffins by @tedwardremus | Tumblr

Whispers, Wildflowers, & a Hint of Scandal by jo997 | AO3

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If you are sharing any late works, please still tag us and we will reblog/comment. If we missed tagging you/reblogging/commenting on what you wrote, shoot us an ask or message. 💗

And don't forget to claim your adorable badges!

P.S. Huge thank you to Kelsey, without whom this fest couldn't have happened! In addition to sharing her fantastic writing, she has been such a thoughtful and gracious co-host and is endlessly understanding when life gets in the way. Thank you again, Kelsey!

[chdarling]

ok I'm having a bit of a shit week (I'm aware it's Tuesday), so I have been retreating to my happy place, aka Hanging Out With James Potter.

In the spirit of maybe making someone else's shit week a little less shitty, here is me impulsively sharing a random TLE3 scene.

with the eternal caveat that everything I share could completely change in the final draft. 🙃

Excerpt from The Last Enemy: Marauders’ End

The door swung open and James sauntered in. “All right, very funny,” he said, dropping himself in the armchair and kicking his feet up on the trunk that served as Sirius’s coffee table. He gave them an amused, exasperated smirk that suggested they were all in on the same joke.

“What’s funny?” said Sirius.

“Come off it. I know it was you.”

Sirius and Lily exchanged a confused look.

“What are you talking about, mate?”

James rolled his eyes, dug into his pocket, and pulled out a crumpled letter. Then he cleared his throat and read imperiously: “Dear Mr. Potter. We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as Head Boy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite your rather colorful school records — nice touch, that — the Headmaster feels that you have exhibited exemplary courage, creativity, and leadership skills — pah! — We are certain you will…blah, blah, blah, responsibilities, blah, blah. Very clever. Very authentic. I’m impressed, really.”

Sirius gaped at him. Lily had covered her mouth in astonishment.

“So what does this do, then?” James went on, heedless to the shock on his friends’ faces. He held up a shiny red and gold badge. “Will it turn my hair green or piss at me if I try and pin it on?”

“You’re having a laugh, aren’t you?” said Sirius at last. “You’re not really Head Boy.”

“Of course not, because you sent me a counterfeit letter.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Come off it,” said James, whose amused expression had at last faded into something more closely resembling genuine alarm. “Joke’s up, I figured it out. We both know there’s no way Dumbledore made me Head Boy.”

Sirius walked over and grabbed the letter from James, examining it closely. “Did you try any anti-counterfeit spells?”

“N-no…”

Sirius began to poke the letter with his wand.

“Mate,” said James, “just tell me you sent this letter.”

“Would if I could, Prongs. It’s legitimate. This letter came from the desk of Minnie McGee herself.”

“No…no. There’s no way.” He turned beseechingly to Lily, who was still hiding her mouth behind her hand. “There’s no way. Leadership skills? I mean, I wasn’t even a prefect.”

“Well, you are Quidditch Captain,” offered Lily. “That’s a leadership position.”

“But that’s…that’s Quidditch. Head Boy should be a prefect. Remus—”

“—was a bloody awful prefect and he’d be the first to admit it,” said Sirius.

“Yeah, but—”

“They’re probably hoping a bit of you-know-what will sort you out,” said Lily.

“You-know-what? I don’t know what. What?”

“Responsibility,” she whispered in a conspiratorial hiss. Sirius let out a bark of laughter.

James, for his part, looked at them with dawning horror in his eyes. “Oh, sweet Merlin with his knickers out to dry. They’ve made me a figure of authority.”

At this, Lily dissolved into giggles, falling back into the sofa cushions. “It’s not funny. Evans, stop laughing!”

Lily sat up and gave a sharp salute. “Sir, yes, sir!”

“Nice,” said Sirius approvingly.

“Well, I learned from the worst,” said Lily.

James looked on with a sulky glare. “You know, I’m not sure I like you two being friends.”

“Cheer up,” said Sirius. “I’ll still be your mate even if you are Head Swot. I mean, not publicly, of course. And you probably shouldn’t eat meals with us anymore, but you can still sleep in the dormitory. For now.”

“Shut it.” James chucked his Head Boy badge at him. Sirius dodged and the badge hit the wall with a resounding ping. “This can’t be happening,” moaned James, sinking further into the depths of his chair. Then, he sat up abruptly. “Oh, Merlin. Who do you think the Head Girl is?”

“Probably someone really awful,” said Lily with a commiserative grimace. “Sorry.”

“Yeah,” agreed Sirius. “Probably some stuck-up, frigid goody-two-shoes who — ow! — hits disturbingly hard for a girl” he finished, glaring at Lily while he rubbed his shoulder. 

“You think it’s McKinnon?” said James, wide-eyed and appalled. “God, you’re stupid,” said Lily affectionately.

Sirius tapped her on the shoulder. “Should we tell him? I think we should tell him.”

“But he’s so cute when he’s terrified.”

“You’re mean.”

Lily stuck out her tongue. “And you used to be fun.”

“What are you two on about?”

Sirius smirked and gestured at Lily. “Head Boy, meet Head Girl.”

“What? You’re Head Girl?”

Lily shrugged. “That’s what the letter says.”

James’s entire demeanor was suddenly transformed. “Blimey, why didn’t you say something? Letting me prattle on and on like an idiot…”

“It was much more fun watching you angst.”

“Hey, if you two need a set of matching crowns, I know a goblin,” offered Sirius.

James and Lily both flipped him off in unison.

Sirius snickered. "Look at that. A united front. Just what Hogwarts needs."

[aaloosshitposting]

"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"

But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.

It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?

[anotherbookinthelibrary]

An Orpheus who didn't turn around is an Orpheus who never walked down in the first place

[daiziesssart]

jily apple trend

[atalienart]

idk, I'm so fed up with Al that I had to get it off my chest...

I hate Al, I hate stupid prompted images that flood every space. I hate Al popping up every time I open anything on the internet. I hate people who pretend that prompting is such a skill and so much work but are scared to actually disclose they used Al for their stupid images and text. What are you scared of? I hate people who think writing "make me a ..." makes them a creator of anything. I hate people who think generative Al is an improvement and innovation. It's not! The fact that something is new doesn't make it good! Do you know viruses? There's always a new one at the corner.

Can't you see it? It makes you dumber with every use. Your creative skills decline with every command you give to a machine. Your communication skills deteriorate every time Al writes an email for you or you talk to your virtual girlfriend. Your ability to decide about yourself shrinks every time you ask a machine what to do, what to buy, what to say. Your critical thinking vanishes (well, assuming you even had any to begin with) whenever you ask "grok, is it true?". Whenever a computer does homework for you, whenever it writes an essay for school (which you won't even proofread) or spits a picture you were supposed to make yourself for a class, you become more stupid and less skilled. It won't make you into a good writer or artist just as watching work out videos won't give you muscles.

And you mock people who don't want their brains to rot, who maintain their values, who don't want to destroy their integrity and planet, who improve their talent and skills and spend their time actually thinking and learning stuff.

You can't even see how big corporations fuck you hard and slow every time you pay them to improve their Al monster, dangling colourful pictures before your eyes like a cat toy, cackling seeing your pupils blow wide. They promise you money and lure you with a vision of fame that those pathetic, broke artists will never see in their worthless lives. But you will. You'll have it all! Just feed their wallets with your money and databases with yourself and turn off your brain. You really think you'll have money and fame? Who will ever see your pretty pictures under millions of other pretty pictures? Who will read your book, when John Pickle published 30 only yesterday using Al? Who will watch your great movie when someone else has already made one with their own face and now they're kissing their favourite actor in space in a ship with too many details? Well, at least you can use someone else's voice to scam their family. If you get caught by the police you'll have your two minutes of fame before the Al erection supplement commercial rolls in :)

Al is here to stay! Yeah, like the putrid smell of your rotten brains.

[the-colourful-witch]

This post perfectly sums up why we're so FED UP with AI already, and why everyone should be concerned by how much AI is taking over our lives. Also, fuck that Google Ai function. I want to Google something, not have Google spit information in my face that they 'suspect' will help me. Let me search at my own goddamn pace!

[ilikeginnyweasley]

Yes yes YES to every point! The fact that you cannot even remove the Google Ai as an option (and I have TRIED) makes me so frustrated. How lazy have we as a society become if we want to make an already fast way of searching more “efficient”.

[tedwardremus]

Family Breakfast

Written for @jilymicrofics Prompt: Roast Word Count: 258

“Face it, Dad,” Harry said, taking a bite of his toast. “You just have to accept it. It’s not like the press can print lies in the newspaper.”

Lily walked into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. “What did they say in the paper?”

“Oh, nothing major,” Harry said, folding the newspaper with theatrical nonchalance. “Just that the Falcons’ senior player was named captain of the national team for the World Cup. Apparently, everyone thought he was getting ready to announce his retirement.”

“Ah, yes,” Lily said, summoning the teapot with a flick of her wand. “A bold choice. Clearly hoping to go out in a blaze of mediocrity—one last limp at glory before the hip replacement.”

“If his decrepit body can even get on a broom,” Harry muttered.

“I’m more concerned about whether he can stay on it,” Lily said, pouring her tea. “He’ll be lucky not to throw out his back during warm-ups.”

“He definitely won’t be pulling off his famous body-blow move,” Harry added.

“Not unless he wants to dislocate his shoulder again,” Lily said with a smirk.

“Hey!” James cut in, scandalized. “When did breakfast turn into Roast James Potter Hour?”

Harry gave him a quizzical look. “Isn’t it always?”

“Oh, someone’s getting sensitive in their old age,” Lily teased, ruffling James’s hair.

“I’m only 34!” James cried. “You’re older than me!”

“And yet somehow,” Lily said, “I still have all my cartilage.”

Harry patted his dad’s shoulder sympathetically. “Just wait ‘til the press finds out you’ve started snoring loud enough to scare the owls. That’ll be front page.”

[chdarling]

Hi friends.

It pains me to do this, but I have locked down my fics for the foreseeable future, so now they can only be accessed with an AO3 account. THEY HAVE NOT BEEN DELETED. I did this because I have learned that TLE has been stolen by an AI scraper yet again. This is not the first time this has happened, and I’ve also been having issues lately with finding my work posted elsewhere on the internet against my wishes. Frankly, I’m fed up. I do not have the bandwidth to monitor this crap right now, so lockdown mode it is. Sorry to those this will inconvenience, but selfish assholes and evil tech bros are why we can’t have nice things, I guess.

Anyway, fuck AI and fuck anyone who steals other people’s art, particularly art that is shared for free out of nothing but love and community spirit. I know I’m not the only fan writer who’s been fucked by AI bullshit. This shit is a plague. Sending you all love and encouragement through the relentless commodification and devaluation of human creativity.

I hate this timeline.