don't stop me now

Jamie Jame Jimothy James Potter. 19. Order. weep little lion man / you're not as brave as you were at the start

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James: Sorry, lost my cool for a second.

Sirius: Can’t lose something you never had.

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Lily: Please? For me?

James: Don’t do that.

Lily: What?

James: You think every time you say “Please? For me?” I’ll do whatever you want. Well, not this time.

Lily: Please? For me?

James:

James: Okay.

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James: I'm not going to apologize to Lily.

Fleamont: Here's the thing, you're assuming that you're good enough for Lily and you're not.

James: Yes I am.

Fleamont: No you're not, just like I'm not good enough for your mother.

James: Okay, well …yeah that's true.

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––era aesthetics

MEDIEVAL. tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE. freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.

BAROQUE. dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL. chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

ROMANTIC. compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

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Sometimes I don’t know if I love how much I fear Lily, or fear how much I love her.

James Potter

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lucindatrashtalkalot‌:

date: July 14th location: Zabini estate outfit: here open to everyone!

The doors to yet another posh manor had been unsealed through both luck and charity. While she knew these charitable ‘acts’ of Purebloods were probably just a show Lucinda enjoyed every second of being within reach of the elite. She couldn’t deny her own hypocrisy, but she could mask her appearance with a greater purpose: since this was a gala she could spend some money, and, for the first time in her life, actually not feel bad about it. Her own, earned money for charity – she walked around with her head held up high, a drink in her hand. Look around she saw some pretty faces, both unknown and known, though she eventually looked away again and hid her face deep in her glass, downing it all at once. “I’ll probably spend a ton of money, get bloody wasted and dance until I can’t feel my legs anymore,” Lucinda shrugged. “So, cheers.” she took another glass from a tray and took just a tiny sip to calm her nerves. “Not really a party animal, but I’m sure I’m drunk in an hour or two. I mean, how else am I supposed to survive this posh gala?” she sighed. “I mean, what’s really worth being bet on?”

Merlin, he hated these things. Not even halfway through the evening, and all he wanted to do was grab Lily’s hand and whisk her back to his flat. Alas, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, so he better find a way to entertain himself. He told himself to move, to go find food or someone to talk to, but his feet stayed resolutely where they were. Finally, after several more minutes of standing against the wall than he’d care to admit, he found some motivation in the form of a uniformed waiter carrying wine. He plucked a glass off the tray and lifted it to his lips, relishing the crisp flavor. Say what you wanted about the Zabinis (and James had plenty of things to say), they knew their way around a wine cellar. He caught a few words of speech from behind him and turned, identifying the speaker as Falmouth’s seeker, Lucinda Talkalot. Her first name had evaded James briefly, but he’d managed to sift through the card catalogs of his brain and find that tidbit. I’ll have to tell Lily that she has me thinking in library metaphors, she’ll get a kick out of that. He remembered the former-Slytherin from school, although he’d never played against her. Dimly, he realized that she’d finally stopped talking and was waiting for him to respond. “Er, I think it’s less about the items and more about the betting. You know, charity and all, but you get a bit of a gift thrown in.”

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location– zabini estate time– 7:21 pm date– 7.14.79 who– @dcgstar​

James was antsy, to say the least. Lily’d been off talking to other people for the better part of an hour–which obviously she was allowed to do, she was her own person and she shouldn’t be tied to him all night, but Merlin he hated every second he was away from her–and everyone else seemed to be caught up in conversation or working or... well, he honestly wasn’t sure where some other people were. But then he caught sight of Sirius, lounging by the auction table in that carefree way of his. James crossed the crowd and sidled up next to him. He glanced down the table at the options, noting the few offerings that piqued his interest. “Bid on anything good?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow.

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GREEK GODS & GODDESSES.

James got: Artemis

Artemis was the Hellenic goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, virginity and protector of young girls, bringing and relieving disease in women; she often was depicted as a huntress carrying a bow and arrows. The deer and the cypress were sacred to her. In many modern practices, she is recognized as a protector of lesbians.

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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dcgstar‌:

location: muggle london date: 07.05.79 general starter — 

“you’re going to work,” sirius tells the toy motorcycle in his hand. his words have absolutely no observable effect; the toy continues to hover an inch above his hand, motionless. in a brave effort to the urge to tear his hair out, sirius kicks at the pavement. all he accomplishes is leaving an ugly skid mark on his boots. he glares at the offending toy — which is still motionless. 

it’s been a long day at work — everything that could go wrong had and did go wrong. he’d forgotten maybe around a dozen different pieces of paperwork over as many places throughout the morning, and the afternoon hadn’t improved his mood. sirius scowls. he’d thought that going downtown would do the trick. and at first, he’d been thrilled to discover a secondhand shop full of automobile models. i’ll try a levitation charm on this first, he’d thought — but no such luck. after ducking into the nearest deserted alley and checking that no muggles were around, he’d immediately worked through his entire repertoire of levitation, animation, and even featherlight charms. 

that was two hours ago. by now, the sun’s gone down and the beginnings of that yellowish fog that sometimes rises around the london streets at night is creeping around his feet and the shadows have lengthened to sharp spindly things that reflect eerily in the dusk. but though sirius had ignored the passing time, he couldn’t ignore the set of rapidly approaching footsteps. with a jolt, he remembers that he’s in muggle london and that — oh merlin, how did it come to this? — he’s a ministry employee and this is – well, not strictly legal. what a series of terrible decisions. sirius pockets the model a second too late and turns to his visitor. 

what’s an unsuspicious thing to say? he’s been out of practice since he graduated. but he manages to school his features into a passable semblance of nonchalance. ( which is really just a caricature of innocence that is anything but. ) “hello there. i’m looking for the nearest floo — tube station. y’know, those lobster — oyster — cards?” 

That week at work had been long, full of paperwork and bureaucracy and other boring things James didn’t want to dwell on. He’d absolutely melted into his couch when he got home, and it had gotten dark before he’d realized how late it was. Cursing himself for losing track of time, he dashed out the door of his flat. James had been promising his parents a visit home for weeks and he was supposed to have been there ages ago. He darted down his street, looking for an unoccupied nook or alley from which he could apparate home. It was difficult at this time of night. When he came across a long alley with a single occupant at the far end, he decided to chance it.

He realized quickly that he was in no state to apparate. He was frustrated and winded; with his luck, he’d end up splinched at the opposite end of the island rather than in his parents’ foyer. James leaned against the building and took a deep breath. He heard muttering at the other end, and moved closer to see what was going on. As he did, the man stopped speaking and turned his way. 

It took every muscle in his being for James to not burst out lasting. Sirius was so obviously frazzled that he hadn’t even processed who he was. His eyes were unfocused, his voice somewhat frantic. “Well the tube’s a few blocks south, but I have no bloody idea what an oyster card is. You okay, mate?” He gave Padfoot a few seconds to process that it was him, but not enough to get annoyed. “Either way, I’m going ‘round to mum and dad’s if you want to come.”

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“ as a child you love what you know. not what grown-ups or strangers think is beautiful; no, you simply love what you know. you’re glad to know something. and this gladness sinks into your bones and is transformed into the feeling of being at home. ” - jenny erpendeck

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hurricane-bones‌:

date: july 6th, 1979 time: 3:30ish pm location: apothecary, north side diagon alley status: open to all

The mistletoe might look fresh to the unschooled eye, but Edgar wasn’t as easily fooled. The leaves felt just a little too limb under his fingertips, some of them drooping ever so slightly. Nothing one couldn’t fix with a little water but still, not the quality he was looking for. 

Mindful of the narrow isles in the small shop he carefully manoeuvered the pram with the sleeping baby around a corner and towards the shelves stacked with jars of dragon livers, bat spleens and various other mammal parts. He really ought to put an adjustment spell on the pram, he mused as one of the front wheels caught on something and brought them to a sudden stop. 

Edgar held his breath but Charlotte slept on like nothing ever happened. If only she’d do this at night… When he tried to gently readjust and retreat a little, the pram was stuck. “See, Lottie, this is why other parents have these carrier thingies,” he idly muttered under his breath, pulling at the handle. “We’re getting one of those tomorrow”. 

Out of the corner of his eye he could see a figure obviously waiting for him to clear the path. “Sorry. Give me five more seconds and we’ll be out of your way. Alternatively back through the herb isle might be faster.”

The best word to describe James’ behavior was wandering. His flat was sweltering, he wasn’t scheduled at work for three days, and he’d just been home a week ago. He loved his parents, but it was sad for a nineteen-year-old bloke to spend all his spare time with them. Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot were all busy. So he set off to Diagon Alley.

After visiting the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, he’d taken care of errands, and he’d spent far too long obsessing over which broom polish to purchase. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure how he’d ended up in the apothecary–he didn’t even like potions–but here he was. He came up behind a man and his baby, patiently waiting for the bulky pram to pass. It wasn’t until the other man spoke up that he realized it was Edgar.

“Oh it’s fine, mate. You take all the time you need.” James peered in the pram and noticed that the baby–something that started with a C, right?–was fast asleep. Trying to keep his voice soft, he turned back to Edgar. “Anything I can help you with?”

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❝ You better watch out, you better watch oUT, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER WATCH–. ❞

❝ You better watch out, you better watch oUT, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER WATCH–. ❞

At the first sound of Padfoot’s voice, James turned slowly in his seat. He’d been indulging in a rare moment of silence in  while the other Marauders got up to... well, he wasn’t sure exactly what they’d been getting up to. By the time he’d rotated fully, he only had a split second to take in Sirius careening down the hill on some sort of charmed rock contraption before he’d been flattened. “Mate,” he managed to choke out. “What the fuck.”

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❝ You have been stopped! ❞

❝ You have been stopped! ❞

“Mate.” James said, trying and failing to be stern. “You know it takes more than that to stop me. Why even bother?”

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❝ What the FUCK is up James? No– what did you SAY, what the FUCK dude? Step the FUCK up James. ❞ -- frank, ❝ You better watch out, you better watch oUT, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER WATCH–. ❞ -- bella, ❝ Can I get a waffle? Can I PLEASE get a waffle? ❞ -- dorcas bye

❝ What the FUCK is up James? No– what did you SAY, what the FUCK dude? Step the FUCK up James. ❞

The grin already on James’ face spread wider. “Mate, I AM stepped up. I will defend Don’t Stop Me Now to the death.”  

❝ You better watch out, you better watch oUT, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER WATCH–. ❞

James watched the witch get worked up, knowing that the Ministry function would prevent her from causing him–or anyone around him–harm. He cooly raised an eyebrow. “That so, Bella?” 

❝ Can I get a waffle? Can I PLEASE get a waffle? ❞

James laughed in a manner some might describe as a 'cackle.’ “Doe! You know I don’t cook!” He broke off into laughter again. “But I think there’s a diner a few blocks away that’ll do just the trick.”