The Best Genre Of Media Is Lesbians Who Cannibalize Each Other

“immortality sucks becuase little moments wont matter anymore when 100 years is nothing to you”

practice mindfullness, you have eternity to master it

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

Sirius would be one of those evil men who end arguments by saying "let's agree to disagree" or "it is what it is" when he's objectively wrong

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64306042

I did it! :)

I’m planning an au fic where Maysilee wins the 50th hunger games 🤭 it’ll centre around life as a mentor, up until the end of the 74th games

and she’s also a lesbian in it duh

wet cat

when jily exists, sirius is james’s best friend

when prongsfoot exists, lily is james’s best friend

when jilypad exists, they are besties tyvm

James wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but the dizziness that overtook his entire body when Sirius whispered in his ear, his hips grinding against James’ arse, was from a whole different kind of drug.

He was almost tempted to dance off beat just to feel his friend redirect him again, hand pressing burns into his hip. But it felt even better when he did something right and Sirius whispered praises, breath brushing against the shell of his ear.

Ever the show off, he perused the dance floor for inspiration. Something flashy. His eyes kept drifting back to the couple dancing in front of them, one man wearing a hickey into the other’s neck.

Now, how to entice Sirius to do that to him?

There.

James bent over at the waist, keeping his arse firmly pressed against Sirius. Then he shook it, drinking in the way his mate’s grip clenched against his hips.

More, James thought, his competitive spirit and thrill at pleasing Sirius sending blood rushing to his head.

He popped a squat—his body flesh with Sirius’ the whole time—turning around to face Sirius, and grinned. He hoped his expression looked flirtatious and conniving, but there was a near 100% chance it was just goopy and giggly. James kept eye contact with his mate as he slowly stood up, swaying his hips and running his hands up the backs of Sirius’s legs, fingers learning every crook and bend of his body.

He stop one hand on Sirius’ backend, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and let the other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.

“How’s that, Pads?” James said under his breath. His whole body shook from nerves so violently that he couldn’t muster more than a whisper.

His mind nearly spiralled into the ‘oh my god, what have I just done’ territory when Sirius’s arm looped back around his waist, pulling him closer. With his other hand Sirius gently held James’ jaw.

“So you do have a little gay in you.” Sirius smirked.

James gulped. “A lot more than a little.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

cant forget these things~~~~ for extra silliness

three internet trends i will (regrettably) probably never grow out of:

• typing in a cresCENDO TO EXPRESS EXCITEMENT • …………..unnecessarily……. long……….. ellipsis’ • puttinfh a typo in eveyr other word to shwo u dont really give a fukc but u actually do

toxic prongsfoot (not an anti post just a thought)

People love to portray prongsfoot as the most healthy and wholesome relationship ever but have y'all seen how codependent those two were? Writing them as toxic would be interesting i think. They definitely do not get as much time apart as they should. And combined with the fact that they were both annoying fuckers, they def got fed up of each other once in a while. Imagine Sirius getting overstimulated by James's attentipn seeking antics and seeking refuge by spending alone time with Remus and venting. James getting pissed off by Sirius's whining and giving Peter a sideways look that means "he's doing it again". And they never ever say it to each other's faces bc thats just the way they are, but Peter and Remus hear all about it (and for that matter, Effie & Monty do too) and it confuses the hell out of them. Once in a while James will do something that makes Sirius want to scratch his own skin off and he'll try to be distant for a few days but it's no good at all because they're so tangled up with each other. He immediately sees something he wants to tell James or they've already begun a prank together that James needs him for so its forgotten and they're back to being joint at the hip. It makes Sirius feel really guilty because there are moments where he's just barely tolerating James and suddenly he says something and they both laugh and the illusion just shatters. Sirius is just overwhelmingly reminded of how much he loves James and how much better his life is because of him. Sirius is well and truly obsessed with him like 90% of the time, and finds comfort in the co-dependence and being needed. But there are still days where he wants to just hide away with Moony and try to get the bad taste out of his mouth because the love of his life is not a perfect person by any means and it gets under his nerves.

IDK just my thoughts and probably me projecting about my own prongsfoot coded friendship but yeah

jilypad but james is an attention whore and starts pouting and throwing a fit if they both arent touching him 100% of the time during sex

sirius and lily give any amount of affection to each other and hes like “what about. me. :(“

your james potter gets mad at sirius post prank my james potter kills severus in broad daylight to see sirius happy