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now if you’re looking for a savior, well that’s not me.

you need someone to take your p a i n for you? well that’s not me.

because we’re all broken and sad, where are the dreams that we had?

let’s hope the sun will show us the path

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#her tags will all be lorde lyrics bc i went to a lorde concert this week and i just love her.#--- and you know we're on each other's team (muse)#--- my hot blood's been burning for so many summers now (face)#--- it's just another graceless night (events)#--- all your mystical ambitions won't let you down (edits)#--- it feels so scary getting old (asks)#--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)

vanityemmx:

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Emma didn’t really enjoy like spending her time at St. Mungos. But when she’d picked a career as a quidditch player she had been kind of opening her up to injuries, and to time at the hospital. And that was why she was ending up here on a Saturday. She was hoping that they would clear her to play today. She’d picked up a shoulder injury a few weeks ago, and had been on medical leave since. It was really interfering in her ability to show she could be Captain one day, so she was hoping she could get cleared today.

“Hi” She murmured, placing her appointment letter on the desk. “I have an appointment with the sports specialists.”

-

“...The sports specialist. Of course.” Lily took a futile glance at the appointment book, even though she had a very strong recollection from 30 minutes ago when the athletic injury Healer had told her she had to go pick her kid up from daycare and could Lily just push all her appointments until the afternoon, or maybe the evening, or even better, tomorrow? (“Evans, someday you’ll be doing this to an apprentice when you’re certified and then you’ll understand!”) “Well,” she started, with a furtive glance to the left like her absent colleague might magically appear, “unfortunately, our specialist has had a family emergency.” Close enough. “I can’t completely say when she’ll be back, could I reschedule you for...” the appointment book in front of her flopped open to the next open slot, “two Tuesdays from now?” Even Lily grimaced. “I hope it isn’t urgent.”

#--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)#&emma

jamescharluspotter:

The thought of settling down one day had always been in the back of James Potter’s mind. He’d seen his parents and how happy they had been. And while he’d been a little bit of a player in his early days at Hogwarts once he’d met the redhead that had stolen his heart years ago he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Well maybe not right away. Thirteen year old James was more into certain things than she had been at the time. A fact that had him chasing her for what seemed centuries. But when they got older and she finally saw the him that he was trying to show her was there. Well, he’d started pocketing the idea of asking her to spend the rest of his life with him.

And with the war turning dark, the time to move things forward and move in together, and for his anxiety to know she was okay and safe and protected(even though he trusted she could on her own) the war and world were dark. And he just wanted her safe and alive.

So much so, that her laugh sent a shockwave through his system and jolted him out of his thoughts as he smiled at her his brows furrowing trying to see what she was on about. “That, I can promise you you don’t want to know.” He teased, immediately turning a little red at the memory.

@l-evxnspotter

-

It was strange how someone you loved could be so transparent at times and so opaque at others. She knew sometimes she looked at him like she was trying to read his mind, like if she looked deep enough in his eyes she’d be able to crawl inside his mind and hear whatever thought he wasn’t verbalizing right now. She could see the shadow of something darker pass over his face and she instinctively laced her fingers through his, like the physical contact would ward away whatever sadness threatened to intrude on their perfect day.

“I can assure you I do want to know,” she unfurled the robe? nightgown? shroud? and held it up to her own figure, then to James’. “Hm, it doesn’t suit me, I like it so much better on you. In fact, maybe you should change now.”

#don't mind me only a nice five years late #but i'm back #and alive :)#--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)#&james

siriusxorion:

He didn’t think about it much - not that he didn’t think about his friends, he almost exclusively thought about them, but he didn’t think much about how now that they were engaged they might have a little different expectation about privacy and alone time. But then again, if they had been friends with Sirius for this long, they likely knew better. So when he showed up on their front stoop and changed from dog to man (door knobs were particularly tricky for paws) it was without hesitation that he barged into the house, bellowing as he went. “Lily!” He held the vowel out much longer than necessary, except at that moment he did consider the advantages he had on hand and changed back into the big, shaggy black dog. The paws might not be so useful, but the nose was. He sniffed the air, ears perking up as he trotted off in the direction of the familiar scent. She was across the house, doing some mundane chore that looked like it was just waiting to be interrupted. So he stood there in the doorway, tail wagging, and barked.

@l-evxnspotter

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She was much less startled by the sound of his voice- or his bark- than she should have been. It had always been very clear that dating James meant that Sirius came with. A package deal. “Has anyone ever taught you how to knock?” She didn’t look up from the dishes she was drying (the perfect example of a chore that could be done in two seconds with magic, but she found it therapeutic to do herself). “I’d install a doggy door for you if I didn’t think it would send the wrong message.”

#&sirius #--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)

who: open!!

where: St. Mungos

“Yes, I understand and apologize, but we’re running at least an hour behind on appointments. I know, I know, I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to wait,” Lily droned in her practiced manner, hardly looking up at the person complaining. Covering the reception desk on a weekend must be some kind of karmic punishment- she’d take the trickiest, rarest surgery any day over customer service. Lily had many strengths, but none of them were patience, and the whining of children who’d been sitting still for too long and the impatient fingernail tapping of visitors who needed their loved ones’ room numbers was incessantly grating. She did her best to suppress the twitch in her eye as she heaved a deep breath and before facing the next person in line with gritted teeth and a forced smile. “And what can I help you with today?”

#do i know how hospitals work? no #so lets all suspend belief together #--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)

jamescharluspotter:

The darkened October night skies surrounding their little flat in the middle of the woods was the perfect place for the two of them to settle down. It was charming, cozy, and away from any prying eyes as the war darkened and grew. And it was the perfect place to keep him and most importantly his gorgeous fiancee’ safe. It was why his fingers were pulling back the curtain for the third time that night in an effort to ensure nobody had seen them around their house while they were out and about and no one had caught on to their location.

But really, even with all of the fear the stress, the general cautiousness and anxiety that he held, this was the happiest he had ever been. Boxes boxes of his and Lily’s things together were spread out across the floor. The smell of freshly brewed coffee making it feel cozy and perfect, and just the idea that they got to see each other, kiss each other, and just spend time together whenever they wanted for the rest of their lives was enough to have James nearly forget there was a war going on entirely outside their walls.

But tonight he wasn’t going to focus on that, instead, his fingers let go of the tapestry he had been holding, to go and grab himself and her if she wanted any while he called out hoping to hear and find her. “Hey babe, do you want any coffee or anything?”

@l-evxnspotter

-

A year ago, the thought of cohabitation gave Lily a knot of dread in her stomach. She’d framed it to James as a need for independence, that she had to live on her own just to prove that she could, that she didn’t need anyone, and those things were all true, but she couldn’t deny the ever-present fear that if she let him too close he’d see the parts of her she didn’t like- and he wouldn’t like them either.

Those fears hadn’t gone away. But sitting on the floor, digging through boxes and watching her belongings disappear among his, they were farther from her mind than they’d ever been before. What a privilege it was, to share your life with someone you loved.

She smiled at the sound of his face and almost immediately rolled her eyes at herself- when had she turned into that girl? “Thanks love, I’m fine-” she ventured into the other room with something hidden behind her back, “but I do want to know where you were planning on wearing these?” She tossed her treasure at him giggling like a madwoman- a pair of dress robes that would have been more at home on a 15th-century painting than on James.

#I'M SOFT #&james #--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)

lambmary:

Where: Hogsmeade, The Three Broomsticks When: Harvest Festival Who: Mary and Open

Mary had worried that the festival would be too…childish, but she had been pleasantly surprised that things were actually quite nice. She had plans to meet some friends from the Ministry at the Three Broomsticks for the live music and some drinks. She had gotten there a little bit earlier then she had planned to, and she had walked into the crowded bar, glad to see it so busy. It always felt like Hogsmeade was forgotten about unless you were one of the students at Hogwarts, so it was nice to see it busy. She was making her way towards the bar when she thought that she saw a familiar person standing a few feet away.

Nicolai Mulciber.

Her heart started racing, and she froze, feeling someone bump into her, she mumbled out an apology. The person looked towards her, and she realized that it wasn’t him, it was just someone that looked like him. She heard someone talking behind her, and she told herself to keep moving, that she was fine, but it took her a few more moments to collect herself.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized again, glancing at the person that had been talking to her. “Can…can you repeat that?”

-

Lily was sadly familiar with the film that seemed to fall over Mary’s gaze, the way she was suddenly there and then... she’d go somewhere that Lily couldn’t follow. She’d seen it for years, but that still didn’t give her a better idea of how to help her. Marlene would probably know the perfect thing to say, but Lily couldn’t seem to find the words and all she could offer was a change of subject, the opportunity to let Mary just move forward if she wanted to. “I was just asking how work had been.” She plastered a too-bright smile on her face. “Nothing all that important.”

She guided Mary to a couple barstools on the other end of the pub with a light but determined hand on her shoulder, squeezing her friend in a way she hoped asked are you okay? and also do you want to talk about it? and most importantly you’re safe.

#--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)#&mary

anditslove

#--- and you know we're on each other's team (muse)#queue

siriusxorion:

Sirius hadn’t been there for the fudge - not really. He’d seen the unmistakable silhouette of one of his closest friends and taken the opportunity. For what, he wasn’t exactly sure, but certainly something would arise. “See, now I just don’t know what I’ll do with myself now.” He pouted, shaking his head as if severely disappointed. “I mean, it’s just not fall without some pumpkin fudge. You really should be more considerate, Lils.” Sirius chuckled, coming to stand next to her properly. “I suppose I have no choice but to steal some of yours.” He smirked, snagging the bag from the man as he handed it over the counter before she had a chance to. He danced away a few feet, opening it and peering in. “Mmmm, now doesn’t that just smell like autumn in a bag?”

-

“Hm. Well, now that I know it’s you.... maybe I should buy them out of all the other kinds of fudge too,” she teased, snatching the bag of fudge out of his hand (but not before opening it up and tossing him a piece). What’s hers was his. “Keep your hands off, or you’ll be putting my marriage in jeopardy. This is my apology fudge,” she warned him with a grimace.

#--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)#&sirius

marls-mckins:

*

Marlene was expecting Lily to make an excuse to leave. Her job was demanding, Marlene knew that, but it didn’t stop her from wishing Lily would just blow it off and hang out with her instead. Who cared if she was late to work tomorrow? Then again, Marlene wasn’t exactly the type to give career advise - she’d been fired from almost all of her previous jobs for tardiness, or worse. Her face lit up in delight when the redhead offered to buy her another drink.

“Alright, Evans!” Marlene said approvingly, wrapping her arm around the other woman and pulling her towards the bar. After years at school together, Marlene sometimes forgot she ought to update her friend’s nickname to Potter. “You know I’ll never say no to that. We can replay our Hogwarts graduation party - fuck, do you remember how messy it got? I think I threw up in someone’s bag. It was such a good night.” Marlene often found herself reminiscing about that sweet period with her friends in their last year of school. Sure, they had exams and homework but no work commitments, or Order commitments.

-

Lily had a hard time turning off the part of her brain that whispered about consequences and responsibilities- you’ll never get out of bed tomorrow, you’ll regret this in the morning. But sometimes the nows were worth the laters, and the grin on Marlene’s face made a sleep-deprived morning worth it.

“Don’t even bring it up, Mar,” she groaned, feeling hungover just by the thought of the graduation party. “I think that was the night I fell asleep on the bathroom floor.” Only a few years ago but it felt like another lifetime- Merlin, they had grown up so fast. Too fast. She leaned over the bar to order two shots for them. “I can’t believe they let us go be adults right after that. We should have been held back at least a year after the kegstand incident- we were dangers to the Wizarding World.”

#fun fact i deleted this reply TWICE by accident #-- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)#&marlene

where: honeydukes

when: the harvest festival

who: open!

Lily had never been afraid of her own company, In fact, she often preferred it to the company of others. But today, while she was wandering the Harvest Festival during one of her odd free afternoons, watching exhausted mothers trying to contain their children and Hogwarts students exhilarated with the freedom of a Hogsmeade weekend, she found herself oddly lonely, cloaked in the familiar melancholy that always came when the weather turned.

She placed her order with the Honeydukes attendant- she’d bring home fudge for dessert- and grimaced a little when she saw she’d taken the last few squares. “Sorry, hope you weren’t going for the pumpkin. I think I’ve cleared them all out,” she commented to the person queuing behind her that she could see out of the corner of her eye.

#aprstarter #-- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)#--- it's just another graceless night (events)

marls-mckins:

Marlene & Open The Three Broomstick - Live Music Friday 7th October - 11pm

While the live music was winding down the night was still young for Marlene. She had had too much fun drinking and dancing and singing the wrong lyrics to songs she barely knew, and even though the last band was half way through their set, Marlene wasn’t ready to go home. She leant on the bar gesturing to order another drink which didn’t last long in her hands. It was just as she finished it, setting the empty glass on the bar that she spotted a familiar face.

“You’re not going home are you?” She apprehended them on their way to the door. “C’mon, don’t be a flobberworm.”

-

“Who, me?” Lily actually was on her way home- night shifts at St. Mungos had destroyed her sleep schedule, and being out and about until 11 was unheard of for her these days. But being out with Marlene felt like seventh year all over again and she could almost see her seventeen year old self rolling her eyes. When did she get so old? “I was just coming to see if you wanted another drink.” She cleverly stifled a yawn with her arm as she flagged down the bartender.

#&marlene #-- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)

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