#Harry luck

[absolutemag7trash]

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

ICYMI: my contribution to the debate discussion

[courfee]

remus is very unimpressed, sirius is very happy :)

based on this post

[14106]

I'M STILL SUPER BUSY W UNI BUT I COULDNT STAND ONEEEE MORE DAY WITHOUT DRAWING ANYTHING HAVE THIS QUICKY BEFORE I DISAPPEAR AGAIN <////3

[stolenviolet]

Hi there!

I adore your baby Death au and I'm kind of invested in the 'lore'. If you don't mind me asking, is Nagini still alive? How do her and Death get along? (assuming he knows she's a horcrux)

Love your art btw! <3

They get along just fine.

Some 'Lore': Because Harry and Nagini are living horcruxes and will therefore die eventually (in some capacity), Death doesn't really see them as a threat to his plan of keeping Voldemort mortal.

So now Death has a man-eating pet snake who also doubles as a babysitter, yay!

[frumpkingoesfurrst]

[readtomanyfanfics]

[stareggie]

ik this has been said before but: film harry on liquid luck is book harry, book harry on liquid luck is james and james on liquid luck is a problem.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Letter

@jegulus-microfic September 27, Word count 306

“James,” Regulus sighed as James’s hand slipped under his shirt and spread out across his stomach. He chased James’s lips as the other boy tried to pull away to say something teasing. Regulus's fingers wove themselves into James’s mess of black hair and tugged as James pushed him further into the broom cupboard, his body pressing him up against the wall. 

James’s hand had just begun to travel down when the cupboard was flooded with light as the door was wrenched open. 

“Mr Potter!” Professor McGonagall’s stern voice broke the stunned silence. “And Mr Black!” Her eyebrows shot up her face in shock. 

“Professor! We can explain,” James started quickly, hoping her soft spot for him might save them from detention. 

“Twenty points each and detention for a week. I shall also be sending a letter home to your parents,” Regulus felt a chill run through him. If his parents found out what he was doing with the Potter heir… He didn’t want to think about it. 

“Professor, please, send as many owls to my parents as you want, but please don’t tell Regulus's. They’ll kill him,” James begged, his eyes full of worry as he silently pleaded to the deputy headmistress. 

She narrowed her eyes at him, but then her face saddened for a brief moment. 

“An extra ten points from Slytherin in lieu of a letter home, Mr Black,” She put on her strictest face and ordered them to go back to their own Common rooms and watched them walk in opposite directions down the corridor.

Regulus looked back at her over his shoulder, his view of her changing after what she'd just done, when she caught his eye and winked at him, the corner of her mouth twitching in a smile. He blushed furiously and hurried back to the Slytherin dormitory to research better places to meet James, as even McGonagall couldn’t stop them from doing that.

[marauderstars]

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling. You can say it's just the way you are, make a new excuse, another stupid reason. Good luck, babe, well good luck… You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling…”

BUT IT’S JEGULUS. IT’S SO THEM.

[brightlybound]

THE HATING GAME

by BrightlyBound

Summary: A misunderstanding in the threshold of an elevator starts off their (mostly) one-sided feud. Ginny swears to hate him for all eternity, and Harry is smitten with her right from the off. A modern/magic, enemies-to-lovers, hinny AU. Rated E.

This fic is (very) loosely based on The Hating Game by Sally Thorne.

Thanks to @takeariskao3 for making 99.9% of the title banner, as well as beta-ing! 🤗 You're an utter rockstar. IDK what I did to deserve you.

This fic is dedicated to @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey. I love you! I hope this makes your days a little brighter.

[thickania]

I'm going to try to be as nice as I can. If you are having full on meltdowns and panic attacks because Chris Evans got married, please seek out for a psychiatrist. And if you consume so much media, if your life revolves around a celebrity to that extent, turn off the computer, lay off the fanfic, stop consuming media with them, stop consuming fanfiction. Just stop it.

Chris didn't sell you any fake image, the fans who were here before marvel, we knew about his frat guy personality, he openly talked about what part of a woman's body he found it attractive, he openly talked about how he's always thinking inappropriate jokes, y'all made a imaginary version of him, and then got upset when he didn't fit that image. People are not a piece of paper, they are multifaced, he can easily be a party frag guy and a family guy. It's not an impossible thing,

I'm not trying to be mean, I'm genuinely worried for some of y'all. I'm going to tag this with every male celebrity with a heavy female audience and fanatics that I can think of, because it's becoming ridiculous and scary.

I was here in the 2010s, when fandom was at one of its peaks, I saw girls leaking each other's address because of fandom wars, I had my number leaked, just because I made fun of One Direction at the time, I saw girls stepping over each other at events just to get a peak of their favorite singer or actor, y'all are acting just the same, but this time is way worse, because a lot of you are full grown ass adults. I saw people threatening to hurt themselves because of this marriage. I heard that Pedro Pascal was stalked a few weeks ago, people are having public meltdowns because of Timothée Chalamet, there's still people stalking Henry's girlfriend. There are still people dissecting every single move that Zawe does. Seek professional help. Stop consuming fanfiction, don't just decrease the quantity, stop consuming it for at least 3 months.

I don't know when y'all will understand they are actors, singers, models, they are here to sell a product so we can consume their product. We can enjoy a little harmless fun sometimes, we can imagine what it would be like to be next to them, or date them, be their friend, we can imagine that, but there's a point where you have to back up, rethink your life choices and see what's missing in your life. Please seek help, immediately

[chaotic-lesbian-but-also-a-tree]

How are my Americans holding up? My heart goes out to y'all, I'm stressed and this isn't even my country...

[percyweasleyapologist]

Marlene: I told Peter to grab snacks for everyone.

Sirius, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Marlene, Peter, and James raising their hands*

[lgbtqreads]

Most Anticipated LGBTQ+ Adult Fiction: January-June 2025

Due to the delightfully large volume of titles, Romances will be getting their own post later this week! Mothers and Sons by Adam Haslett (January 7th) At forty, Peter, an asylum lawyer in New York City, is overworked and isolated. He spends his days immersed in the struggles of immigrants only to return to an empty apartment and occasional hook-ups with a man who wants more than Peter can give.…

[blue--ingenue]

Staircase Ballet ("Half Life" by Imogen Heap)

Turn your sound on, I promise it's worth it :)

the lovely @bawbawbridgie kindly informed me that all of the songs in the score are songs written by Imogen Heap. she also noticed that that most of the lyrics fit the scenes they belong to. so here's a little edit I made and some things that make me go feral about this sequence :)

everytime i listen to this i imagine the lyrics are Scorpius' thoughts

the NAMES. Staircase Ballet. they are literally dancing around each other, separated but remaining in each other's orbit. Half Life. they feel incomplete without the other. they've lived the last several years at school, practically inseparable, and now they forbidden from even being near each other

Scorpius' devastated confusion. it's the same expression he wears when he confesses "Sometimes I wonder if they're right. If I am the son of Voldemort." he's so tired that part of him wonders if it's him that wrong

the lyrics "the stickler is you played not one beat wrong, you never promised me anything" - i'm imagining Scorpius, not yet out, hanging onto whatever he can. he doesn't imagine that Albus returns his feelings, but he loves him so much that he'll bear anything to be with him in any capacity

the PINING

"there may well be others, but i still like to pretend, that i'm the one you really want to grow old with"

"will you ever slow down, will i ever come first?" - thinking of this as a precursor to the "Try my life" speech in the library

THE WHOLE TIME NEAR THE END WHEN THEY'RE INCHES APART, THE LYRICS ARE A REAPEATED "HOLD ME"

the pining and agony of "you know you'll never be lonely, you know you'll always be loved, and maybe you never need more than that"

poor Scorpius, whose only family is his father (i have a headcannon that he's disowned the blood maniacs he's related to) wishes he had a family as large and tight-knit as the Potter-Weasley-Granger clan

(thinking about the library speech again) even when everything else is horrible, Albus has people who love him

"maybe you never need more than that" - my translation: "Maybe you don't need me." Scorpius loves him despite the overwhelming belief that Albus will never love him back in the same way, and he can't help it

"but for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us? does it even register on your conscience?" is the lyrical equivalent of the library monologue's "Can you imagine what that's like? Have you ever even tried?"

the use of the word "surplus," as though Scorpius' love for Albus is an unneeded, unrequited excess