your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.

❝ YOUR BODY TOLD ME IN A DREAM IT'S NEVER BEEN AFRAID OF ANYTHING. ❞ —- detail of the woods, richard siken you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen / your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kings / and like the dawn you woke the world inside of me / you were the brightest shade of sun when i saw you / — and you will surely be the death of me / but how could i have known? — JAMES SIRIUS POTTER. NINETEEN. HE/HIM. APPLEBY ARROWS CHASER. ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. ❝ you’ve a good heart. sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. but mostly, it’s not. ❞ —- neverwhere, neil gaiman

[valianc]

rosiheir‌:

james,  @valianc.     “   who d’you know that’s lost a buttock?   ”

“   this wizard that had been selling cursed objects to muggles.   not terribly uncommon,  you know,   for people to try that nonsense,   but this poor fool decided to run from us for some reason rather than apparating.   had his wand stuffed into his back pocket.   next thing we know there’s a flash and he’s on the ground crying,  holding his arse.   ”

“ okay, that’s a very vivid image i hadn’t expected today. wow. i guess like... i mean, karma, yeah? if you’re gonna sell people shit that’ll probably make their limbs fall off, it’s only right when it happens to you. could mungos reattach it, or is their now some petty crook just running around with a difficulty sitting down? ”

[bob-belcher]

[boykavalier]

[mashamorevna]

“To feel my cheek give in to the indent between your shoulder and neck. To feel your life pulse against my ear, the red currents underneath your fingertips. The spaces within me you fill, and the emptiness when you are gone.”

— unknown (via forcersei)

[valianc]

minamclaggen‌:

dovingmemes‌:

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character

JAMES & VIV & LO & KATYA & GENIE & AURORA & LUCY

[rosetylecr]

(✿◠‿◠)

[valianc]

6 - leo, ara, quinn

Let’s play: KILL, BETRAY, HAVE ON YOUR ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE TEAM

There are way too many hypothetical zombie apocalypses happening tonight.Kill: Ugh, ugh, ugh. Quinn. To put her out of her misery. I hate this. Can’t I just, like, die and transfer her my physical skills? She’s the smartest of us all but she’s also the one who’s least likely to survive several zombies running at her because I don’t think she knows how to use weapons, and I think she might start panicking and then be turned into a zombie and somehow, I think living forever as an anxious neurotic corpse who eats people might be the worst thing she can imagine. This is awful, I don’t want to live in a world without Quinn!Betray: Fuuuuck. I… don’t know, man. I really don’t. Ara holds grudges way more intensely than Leo—which is less about him holding them than like, how Ara’s the scariest person I know (and I love her for it, obvs, she’s my best friend)—but loyalty really really matters with Leo. I….. I can’t imagine betraying either of them, ever? Them and Quinn and Rory and Sage, they’re like… they’re my forevers, you know? I — I guess if Quinn’s dead, then… Leo, but only because he’ll always have Rory. I think Ara could make it alone, but none of us should be alone, yeah? Though, fuck, Rory and Leo make an excellent team (and I think the three of us do too) but I don’t know about survivability with like… healing and defensive magic? Maybe me and Leo, and Rory and Ara? But I wouldn’t want to split them up—I don’t think anything could. Fuck! All right, I guess Leo ( @lionhcart ), because Rory’ll always have his back, and Ara shouldn’t be alone.Have on your zombie apocalypse team: Leo and I are an epic team, but I don’t think I know anyone who is better equipped to surviving a zombie apocalypse than Ara ( @hungryhearted ). I’ll always have room for Leo on my team, always, but I guess if I’m doing this by like… hypothetical success rates or whatever, I feel like Ara could take on the zombie apocalypse all on her own. Ugh, can Ara and Leo be a team and leave me instead?

[valianc]

6 + albus, lily & ginny

Let’s play: KILL, BETRAY, HAVE ON YOUR ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE TEAM

Oh. Wow. This is just mean.Kill: I hate this with everything in me, by the way. But I know… Mum deserves to live for a fucking long time like Dad should have and I really—I really don’t want this. But also Mum would murder any of us if we ever let any of us get hurt instead of her, and obviously we still would anyway, she’s Mum, but—-yeah. I could never kill Al or Lily—–and I couldn’t kill her either, I couldn’t, but I know in this—-she’d want it to be her. So. Mum. Guess I’m a real triplet with Leo and Rory now, huh? Orphans United. Though maybe they’re not, I dunno, I don’t think they know either.Betray: They would both tear me to shreds if I decided to do this to one of them other the other (they’d have to join the club, though, aka me tearing myself to shreds) but… it’s gotta be Al. They can both take care of themselves, they can, I know it, I trust them fully —- but Al’s older and even though they’re both absolutely tougher than anyone knows, braver than anyone realises, even Lily, and they could both do without me if they had to… Lily’s our baby sister, and Al’d do the same. Also, I think Al’d bounce back quicker and be able to figure something out on his own. Lily…. things hit her hard, harder I think because she likes to pretend they don’t hit her at all. It has to be Al, though. Lily needs more help staying alive, she’s not good at self-care.Have on your zombie apocalypse team: Lily! She’s who’s left but also, she’s probably the best one to have on it, honestly. All of us together would be rad, though. Al’s got a good shot at figuring it out, especially with some of his mates, and Mum’s still fucking badass now, but yeah, I think Lily might thrive in this setting. Also, not killing or betraying her, so.

[valianc]

lovegvvd‌:

@valianc asked me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song ( above the clouds of pompeii – bear’s den ) as a starter ( meme. accepting. )

“I was too young to understand.” Luna let their words hang in the air for a moment, not uncomfortable with the silence. The topic weighed heavy on them and they didn’t mind taking her time. “When my mother died —– I didn’t comprehend it until I was older.” Luna reconsidered their words, closed their eyes for a moment in thought. Their mother’s death remained a sore spot, even now. “I think it’s still a mystery, actually.” They remembered, for a moment, how their mother had been alive one second and then — a crash and a bang and a lot of light and nothing. While nothing about this situation was good, they supposed it was a blessing that James hadn’t had to witness his father’s death, at the very least. ( Of course, they wished Harry was just here, and that they didn’t have to have this conversation. ) Luna took a sip from their drink, met James’ eyes and smiled sadly. “Death is a mystery I’ve not yet solved, I’m afraid.”

James, as he was wont to do with Luna, was sitting, quiet and steady and listening. James had never lacked for energy or vivacity, but Luna had always been good at making space for him in a way that felt natural, steadying—-like they knew how to soak the world in simply by breathing. He was older now, of course, no longer the small boy who had believed with his whole heart that his Luna was friends with the moon (well, he didn’t not believe that now—-just it had been a long time since he was running around and introducing them that way to the other kids), but the ability to breathe in their presence was still the same, and there was something in that which was unbelievably relieving—-perhaps just because everything else in his life had changed—because things had been lost—it was such a relief to have something he could still hold on to. His mind played over their words. It wasn’t a surprise, he supposed, that they didn’t have the answers —- he wasn’t sure there were even answers to be had. Still, some part of him yearned for something like the easy surety he’d had in his youth that the adults in his life could always say something, and it was enough. Though maybe that hadn’t changed. It was hard to tell, what with all the feelings in his head and heart and chest —- but just because something wasn’t always the exact right thing to say didn’t mean it wasn’t enough. He wouldn’t even know what the right thing looked like anymore.

And so he was looking back in their eyes, and it was just — He didn’t know. He didn’t even know how to finish his own thoughts anymore. “I used to think things would get easier when you grew up,” he said, a huff of laughter beating against the slight hitch in his voice. “I don’t know why, when Dad had to do paperwork and Mum was wrangling us, but — I guess because they didn’t have to ask anyone for what to do, and it seemed like all we ever did.” Inhale — exhale — a shuddery breath. “Now I don’t have to ask anyone, technically, but I’d do anything to ask him for permission to do something again.” He glanced down at his hands, willing back the sudden stinging of his eyes. He looked back at Luna, and with a shaky breath, he asked, “Does it ever stop feeling this way?” He’d always been right for a laugh, and he thought he still was, but it was like, all of a sudden, in one night, he wasn’t just James anymore, not just his dad’s Jamie, but the eldest in a way that seemed crucial for the first time, and his Dad was a pillar in his world and now he was gone, and James didn’t know what he was meant to do except try take the weight, and he wasn’t sure he was strong enough, not like his Dad was, but Godric, it was all he wanted. He’d never wanted to have to be, but all he could do was hope that he was enough right now, that his Dad wouldn’t be disappointed ( it wasn’t that James thought his father would be disappointed in him, exactly —- but the idea of letting down his father, even just the memory of him — maybe especially the memory of him — was more than James could bear right now. )

[valianc]

roxannc‌:

@valianc asked me to use a line from the last movie I watched ( rough night ) as a starter ( meme. accepting. )                                                                         — note: flashback thread, set somewhere in James’ seventh year & Roxanne’s fifth year.

Roxanne narrowed her eyes and leaned closer to James. “Excuse me, bitch?” Her tone was hostile, with an edge of playfulness hidden underneath it. She lowered her voice before speaking her next words, this time more slowly: “I’m a fucking sweetheart!” She dropped back in her seat, head shaking as if disappointed before plopping a mandarin slice in her mouth. Roxanne observed James for a moment. “I’m not a bitch just because I’m speaking the truth. WE are going to win the cup — and you will not. Period. End of discussion.”

“I prefer the term bastard, actually,” he quipped back —- which... he supposed was technically true? He’d ask Quinn later about what classified — before laughing. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll remind you that you said that next time you’re cussing out Vi on the pitch for where she sends those bludgers. Anyway, I’ll have you know that we are going to win the cup —- by virtue of having the best team.” Preparing to dodge anything she threw at him—mandarin slice, shoe... he’d gotten a lot of throwing/dodging practice courtesy of his running gag with Viv—he leaned back and smiled innocently at her.

[valianc]

maddiebmac‌:

@valianc: Send me a 🤝 for our characters to celebrate Galentine’s Day together.

“I didn’t get anything for you. –But I guess since James Potter sacrificed a romantic evening to spend it with me, I can share my ‘self pity’ pizza with him, huh?” A sigh follows as she reaches for the heart shaped box of chocolates. It was true she’d, purposefully, put herself at the tail end of everyone’s plans because being alone was just… the way things were meant to be. Her brother would have scolded her for doing that to herself but – as per usual, things didn’t go according to plan ( not that she was particularly disappointed ). James was the most persistent out of her roommates, so of course she should have expected ‘Galentine’s Day’. “–Which one do you think this one is? Orange or Strawberry?”

“I shall count your presence as my present,” James announces grandly, leaning back on his elbows and giving her a wink. Honestly, Maddie’s probably lucky that he’s relying on his arms to keep him up and therefore they can’t be repurposed for finger guns. “Yeah, I’m a regular martyr,” he says wryly. “Real tough, saying no to all the dates knocking on the door but I was just really craving a slice of that pizza, self pity and all—-oh, and your company, of course,” he teases. Celebrity really was wasted on James. Scrutinising the chocolate she was holding—there were some weird flavours in there, but the fruit flavours reminded him of plants, and plants always made him think of Maddie, which was how they’d ended up here—he scrunched up his nose, venturing a guess at, “Straaaaaawberry? They really missed an opportunity here to colour code their chocolate selection. What is this, amateur hour?”

[annabelledexterjones]

[oquevaificarnafotografia-bl-blog]

[daebom]

Detective Pikachu ⚡

[hargreevesklaus]

no brain cells we die like men

[valianc]

where: diagon alley when: january 5th 2024 —- 10:40 a.m. who: @lovegvvd

                                             “let him try.”

Luna Lovegood was many things to James Potter, but most of all she was constant. Which seemed an odd word to apply to such a person as his godmother, lateral thinker that she was, but she was always, always there, and he couldn’t imagine her not being there — and the idea of her in danger was a terrifying one. However, she was also constant in her stubbornness — you wouldn’t think it, with a dreamy person like her, but she stuck to her guns, and James recognised that set in her jaw from several conversations she’d had with Aunt Hermione. “Ideally, none of them will get near enough for it,” he remarked, before shooting a jet of light at someone to their side and stepping forward to flank her. “What?” he said, anticipating a question. “I’m not losing you too,” he said, not quite managing the casual tone he was going for, but hoping his smile might split the difference, sad as its shadows might be.

[valianc]

where: diagon alley when: january 5th 2024 —- 10:38 a.m. who: @quinnlcys

                                              “out of my way !”

James, caught off-guard by the sudden surge in movement from the crowd—it felt like it had only been minutes ago since Sage had helped him up from the explosion, and... actually, it probably had only been minutes ago, Merlin fuck—knocked into a masked person with his shoulder. Shoving them again (both out of his way and hopefully out of commission for a few moments, to give everyone around them a chance to fucking jet), he pushed past and caught sight of Quinn. “Lacey, calm—hey, hey, it’s just me,” he said, realising that it might be good to identify himself when she was already stuck in a crowd full of people who wanted to hurt her. He glanced towards the sidelines—he thought he’d seen Maddie there earlier, helping take care of injured people—and then back at Quinn. “Did you get stuck near the shop when it exploded or something?” he asked, already trying to figure out a way to get her out of there —- James had no intention of leaving, but Quinn was a muggleborn, and clearly wanted to get out of there, and he’d get her to a space she could feel a little more comfortable if it was the last thing he did. His voice was a little tight at the reminder of the WWW going up in flames, but he didn’t have time to think about that now —- not when fucking everything was going wrong around them.