#angry!lily

[mxbequiet]

this was easily one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen cinematically, so god damn incredible.

Nosferatu, 2024

dir. Robert Eggers

[sparsilees]

it’s almost the end of 2024. can we drop this absolutely inane fanonical idea that harry james potter is “oblivious” or “unobservant” or “average”?

fuck your fanon harry. fuck that soggy tissue who doesn’t inspire confidence in others. fuck that lummox who cannot string a sentence together. fuck that hothead who’d lash out in anger and throw punches at every provocation. fuck that namby-pamby who can’t read clues or between the lines or come up with a plan of action. fuck that sheep who can’t function without hermione’s direction. fuck that neanderthal who’s a messy eater, messy writer, messy speaker, and has poor manners.

who the bloody hell is that? that’s not harry james potter. why are you twisting and malforming him into a bloody clown?

why are you undermining the main character of his own series? boy has an abysmal self-esteem, stays quiet and lowkey, bottles up his truest feelings and thoughts (that we as readers are privy to, but not the other characters!), and has a calm and composed mien so you think you too can dismiss his character easily and strip him down to a skeleton of his canon self and instead carve out huge character growth, redemption arcs, and love letters for everyone else?

you wish to evoke sympathy for draco by making lucius out to be an abusive father and crafting a pitiful childhood for draco when they have an affectionate parent-child relationship canonically, but downplay harry’s abuse? you realise that tom riddle, sirius black, james potter, and hermione granger are acknowledged to be the brightest of their generation, yet forget harry potter and tom riddle are two sides of the same coin, even sharing a similar appearance, and reduce harry to a silly caricature? you make harry magically powerful but wrest his smarts away to highlight someone else’s big brain?

you make him out to be a short dork with a shorter fuse and no idea what’s going on around him when harry and tom are both described as woe-ridden orphans—with all that entails from constant hunger to cold sleepless nights to hypervigilance to the forced, quick maturity—but treat tom true to canon as tall, cunning, and clever, then do an about-face to conveniently slap the malnourished, oblivious, and slacker labels on harry to make him as lesser than?

when he picked up the impervious spell simply from having seen hermione perform it once, when his closest friends have difficulty gleaning his thoughts, when his anger is cold and sharp like dumbledore (ootp was a study in ptsd, next!), when he’s just as tall as his father, was just as ill-treated as a house elf, and rightfully brilliant as the son of lily and james potter—the two powerful and talented individuals who once had voldemort trying to recruit them to join his cause?

the sheer disrespect on his name. the sheer mockery of his character. the absolutely mind-boggling erasure of his most defining traits.

who do you think sussed out most of the big clues, and stowed away all the little, random bits of information in his memory bank, to ultimately piece the puzzle together at the final showdown every end of the school year? who realised as a mere firstie that quirrel was the man hagrid blabbed to about fluffy and the dragon egg? who noted that ginny was withdrawn and unlike herself? who had an inkling fleur had taken a fancy to bill? who picked up on what was brewing between ron and hermione before their own selves? who noticed that hermione cast a confundus on cormac mclaggen during the match? who caught on instantly to the change in tense used for the diadem’s existence and confidently tracked it down? who cottoned on to luna’s longtime disappearance from her cold, untouched bed and the layer of dust? who did voldemort consider his equal? who actually has an uncanny sense of intuition? who calls the shots when the trio gets into a pickle? who?

mcgonagall? flitwick? draco? hermione? blaise zabini? no!

excuse harry for that one time he did not look deeply into the mental workings of a grieving girl because he’s not equipped to deal with them, and has in the first place never been taught to process his own emotions properly because he didn’t grow up in a healthy environment, prohibited from expressing his feelings, let alone vulnerability, and voicing his thoughts!

let’s bury this annoyingly stupid narrative for good. go read the books and refresh your perspective. stop doing him dirty. you’ve already butchered sirius black’s character into a pathetic sisspot. and now you want to assassinate harry’s too.

[doctorsiren]

more textures ft. Beanix getting into spats 😁

[mischievouslittlecreature]

I originally had typed up a whole ass angry rant about how fucking awful some of the takes are about Oppenheimer (it seems primarily from people who haven't even seen the fucking film), but I decided against posting it (and then I wrote this which now that I'm reading over it, still ended up being a bit of an angry fucking rant so oops).

But what I will say is that the film does not glorify the bomb or what it was used for. So please shut the fuck up about that. Also, this is a story about J. Robert Oppenheimer. The bomb is a large part of the story because it was a huge part of his life. But the focus is on him and his emotional journey through the film. They are trying to pack about 600 pages of dense material into three hours. There is simply not enough time to go on a side quest to address a lot of the things many of you are insisting be addressed. Especially when Oppenheimer himself was not directly involved in them.

I've seen many people say that this story should never have been told. And, kindly, fuck you. We live in an age where people are constantly trying to change, discredit, or dismiss history. We desperately need more people to become engaged with it again. Prior to this film, there were a whole ton of people who had been so failed by their history classes they had no idea who J. Robert Oppenheimer even was. People still know alarmingly little about the bomb and the scientists who worked on it and if this film allows them to be more interested/educated in that topic, that's a win.

This film brings to light more than just the bomb. It's a discussion on morality and the relationship between scientists and the government.

Also, you don't get to say that a piece of art shouldn't be made just because it makes you fucking uncomfortable. Don't consume that piece of art, then. But you have no right to say someone shouldn't make something, or others shouldn't consume or enjoy it just because it makes you uncomfortable.

[darkfluffydragon]

@cookieelementosmisti7

This, dear friend, is a question I am more than delighted to answer :)

Elder Faerie won't be waking up for a long time.

(also all content related to this AU I will now put under the phantasmagoria crk tag)

[bowiesversion]

How I think Marauders Era Couples got together

Dorlene: Slept together for a couple months, Dorcas refused to admit she had feelings but Marlene was head over heels. Eventually Marlene went to Dorcas' one summer and they worked it out (this is heavily inspired by casual and red wine supernova by chappell roan)

Wolfstar: very natural, they were roommates so it was lingering touches and staring just slightly too long. When Remus (bc siri is baby) confessed he liked Sirius (they were drunk) the only thing that changed was that they started sleeping in the same bed and kissing.

Marylily: Kinda the same as wolfstar, but they were more mature about it. Lily opened up to Mary as soon as she felt like she liked her more than just friends.

Jegulus: oh my babies. Pining, so much pining. They would glare at each other across the hall, and Regulus would be such a little punk on the quidditch field (James found this very hot, but he also got PISSED). They got detention together one night, and as they were cleaning the trophy's James asked Reg why he hated him sm. Reg was dumbfounded and it spiraled into them making out somehow.

Peter and Sybil (idk the ship name): they were friends for a while, and they got together after a game of spin the bottle (Peter didn't want to play but Sirius convinced him to) oh and Sybil knew it would happen for a while, she was just waiting.

Rosekiller: Definition of no homo. They would literally mess around and say no homo after. They would blow smoke into each others mouth while holding eye contact. Evan fell first, Barty fell harder. They ended up dating after Regulus got mad at Barty and started yelling about how they were so annoying and just needed to have sex.

[juniorlore]

i wish lily evans was angrier

she had EVERY right to cuss out voldy and i 100 percent believe that she would not have begged in her final moments, she would be ripping him to shreds verbally.

the reasons for her anger are endless but instead jkr wrote her as some pleading weakling who just takes death like she wasnt described as the best in her year at school???? hello!!!

her recently created family were being targeted, her muggle family were being targeted, her husband was just avada'd, her best friends were being killed left and right and you mean to tell me she begged the man who caused it for her babys life??? and to make matters worse, whenever we see her in photos or in the resurrection stone or mirror of erised shes always smiling.

oh lily evans i mourn what you couldve been had you not been watered down to james' wife, snapes true love and harry potters mum💔

her characterisation is literally just love interest and mother. im livid and i wish she was too

[arataka-reigen]

Horny and insane displays of lesbianism

[orchideous-nox]

Fatphobia in the Marauders fandom

I have spoken briefly on this before, but I think perhaps it is time we stop making Peter a prude, or unable to find a date, or "a late bloomer". I'm really fed up of regularly seeing posts saying these things with no explaination or supporting headcanon for why.

I think if you want to make him asexual or aroace for legitimate reasons then that's fine, as someone on the ace spectrum I love seeing good representation, but so often it feels like people do it because they can't think of anyone to ship him with because they don't want to ship someone with the fat kid. It's not because he turns bad later, because he's not bad during the Hogwarts years. But it is consistently Peter, someone who is not conventionally attractive, who is portrayed as some undesired sexless character who betrayed his friends because he couldn't get laid or have some great love like them.

Guess what, fat people date too!! Fat people are capable of having interests that aren't related to food or proving their worth through other ways. "He's fat but it's okay because he's really good at chess". NO. Peter can want to date, Peter can participate in talking about sex, Peter can have a partner and it not be a big deal that "him of all people" pulled someone.

If you don't think that this is a genuine problem in the fandom then you might need to re-evaluate. This is not the representation plus-size people deserve.

"But Lily is made plus-size and gets put in ships, plus-size Lily is hot". Plus-size Lily is still usually drawn in a way that is acceptably fat by society's standards. She's curvy with thick thighs and an hourglass figure, with a jawline and a small stomach. Give me fics of her an apron belly and a double chin and a realistic waist where James or Mary or Pandora or anyone still thinks she is the hottest shit. Please. We deserve this.

[yallthemwitches]

Strong Enough

After hearing Lily was in a duel with Rosier, James takes out his frustration.

Written for JilyKinktober Day 3 AND Day 6, Prompts: Angry Sex and Hair Pulling

AO3 Link, Rated E for very explicit!

James heard what happened from Peter of all people. He had been at quidditch practice, halfway through quaffle drills when sweaty and heaving, Peter bounded out onto the pitch under them, eyes frantic.

“Dueling—-Lily and Rosier——really dueling in the dungeon corridor!”

He didn’t even get off his broom. He flew into the nearest hall, landing into a sprint when flying couldn’t take him any further. Wasting time pushing past throngs of students, the fight had already subsided when he arrived, finding instead a very purple-faced Professor Slothrop muttering something about having to peel a whimpering Rosier off the rafters. 

He didn’t need anyone to tell him where Lily was, she always went to the same place when something upset her. James jogged two corridors over to find a small light glowing out of the abandoned potions classroom. Lily was there cutting ingredients like nothing happened, jaw clenched.

“What were you thinking.” 

He didn’t even wait for her to look up. Professor Slothrop hadn’t lied about her walking away unscathed, she looked as beautiful and healthy as ever, but getting that confirmation allowed for his worry to melt into an anger he had never felt towards her before. 

“Don’t come in here acting like you would have done any different,” she said cooly, continuing to cut. 

Her dismissal just fueled his anger. He crossed the room and tore the knife from her hand but she didn’t even flinch, looking up at him with slitted eyes. 

“Fuck off with that Evans. We both know what you did was stupid—-“

She scoffed. “Don’t talk to me about being stupid—you’ve been doing idiotic shit since—-“

“He’s a death eater, Lily,” his voice raised on its own accord, “or at least he is about to become one. He wouldn’t hesitate for a second—“

“And I’m supposed to take that lying down?” Lily stood back, balling her fists at her sides. “I’m supposed to act like a meek little mudblood just like they want?”

He really hadn’t meant to do it. He slammed her chest with the palms of his hands and she stumbled back into the stone wall of the classroom, her eyes grew wide.

“James—“

“You aren’t strong enough to take on everything. Merlin knows you can with most things, but this—-this was just foolish.”

He was pinning her to the wall now, holding her wrists over her head. Her eyes roamed his face, then dipped to look at his quidditch jersey, traveling lower to find the source of a growing hardness against her leg. Even in anger he couldn’t resist her—- if it was still even anger at all.  

He slotted himself between her legs, mouth just barely hovering over hers.

Their eyes locked again, but this time his gaze reflected back an entirely new emotion. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Then do you care to demonstrate to me, Potter? Show me how strong I actually need to be—-“

She knew he would snap. Using one hand to keep both of her wrists bound, he flipped her so her chest pressed into the wall. He wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her bottom half outwards to arch her back and press her ass into his now full erection. He leaned over her, reaching his hands around her front and under her skirt, pushing her knickers aside and thrusting a finger inside her, not wasting time. 

“Is that what you want? Try to get out from under me Evans, just try.”

She squirmed under him, but she knew she would never get out. His calloused hands had always been able to overpower her. The movement of her struggle just made her rub up against his cock more. He pushed another finger into her, sinking them to the knuckle. 

“That’s the best you can do, Evans?”

Lily had given up her struggle entirely as his fingers became relentless inside her, curling and twisting in the way he knew would make her scream.

“Fuck—-ah”

He used his body to push her harder into the wall, the hand holding her wrists clenching harder as his other hand worked. Moans started spilling from her, incoherent sounds that he could only get her to make when he was being rough.

“How fucking dare you? Trying to take on Rosier? Such a brave, idiotic little girl—-What if something happened to you—“

He bit into her neck and she screamed, twisting as his tongue carved a path up from her pressure point to her ear. She could feel her release bubbling deep within her, his fingers still pumping in and out, now dripping.

As swiftly as he entered, he removed his fingers from her. She moaned with discontent but he silenced it, parting her lips and forcing his drenched fingers into her mouth. Without hesitation, she swirled her tongue around them, tasting herself against his salty skin. 

“I know you are already close, but I’m not going to let you come yet—I’m going to fuck you into this wall and after I’m finished, and only then, can you come too.”

He took his fingers from her mouth, reaching between them to pull at the strings of his quidditch shorts. Cock already weeping, he tucked the back of her skirt into the waistband and pushed over the thin strip of knickers to swiftly enter her. James let out a deep moan, snapping his hips fast and hard against her arse.

“Fuck—-oh Christ Lily.”

The hands that held onto her wrists released, moving to the front of her blouse. With one quick yank, the top few buttons clattered to the floor and he snaked his arm down to grab her now exposed breast.

“James—-please—“

With every thrust her body bounced forward, pressing her chest farther into the wall while James held her hips jutted out to meet his. Now free for her hands to wander, she placed them on either side of her ass, spreading herself while holding her bottom half steady from his quick bucking hips. 

“Merlin, you are so beautiful Lily—fuck. I could look at you like this forever.”

He moved a hand to the back of her head, toying with curling his fingers into her hair which splayed against her back. At the feel of his grasp, she let out a mewing whine.

“Fuck me baby, pull my hair and fuck me fast until you come.”

James saw explosions around them, there was nothing that got him closer than hearing her be demanding. He took better hold of her hair, experimenting with tugging her head backwards. 

“Is this ok?”

Lily didn’t need to respond. The noise came from the deepest part of her, his name bubbled through like a long overdrawn note. James looked down and watched as his cock disappeared between her legs, slick with her arousal that had begun to drip down onto the ground.

“I can’t hold it love, I’m going to come.”

At his warning, Lily slammed her hips backward with all her weight, rocking on her heels.

��Come for me baby—-please, let me feel you.”

He obliged. With one last snap of his hips, he released into her, calling out her name and leaning so his forehead rested between her shoulders.

“James—-I’m gonna—“

He rebounded quickly, needing to feel her come. Following the rhythm of her hips he guided her to slide deeper on his cock.

“Come for me baby, you were a good girl—waiting like I asked.”

She let out a series of swears before chanting his name, muscles tightening around him, teetering on the edge. 

“Come for me—-that’s it—“

Her body shook, she threw her body back into him, pushing his cock deep into her before her legs gave out underneath. James wrapped his arms around her stomach, holding her in place, kissing a path from her shoulder to her neck. 

Now satisfied and back to reality, James let them fall to the floor in a heap. He stroked her hair, the same place he had roughly grasped earlier.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I kinda lost it—“

Lily kissed the worry off his face and pressed her forehead to him. 

“I was so worried…when I heard—-I guess I lost control.”

She pulled his face up to look at her, giving him a light nip on the nose. He grabbed her face in both his hands and kissed her lips softly, adrenaline spent.

“Don’t worry Potter, I can hold my own, remember?”

[yansurnummu]

TES fest day 6: abandoned

In the grief of supposedly losing her brother, Lilanwe certainly made some choices. She joined the Worm Cult, becoming a much more cold and cynical person. Granted, it wasn't entirely Auredil's fault for what happened to him, but I don't know that she'll ever really forgive him for leaving her behind.

[nightmarereverie]

[quillkiller]

alectolily

modern au :~)

more about them under the cut….. 🤍🤍

[billy-babs]

If i’m being honest, I don’t think harry would be the cheerful happy guy that he is in canon and fics. I think growing up with the dursleys he’d actually be a really angry kid and be really bad at socialising and have like no friends. i think it would be more fitting characterisation of him and also create a deeper character who was actually affected by his childhood and environment.

anyways, just putting it out there. i believe in angry harry 💗

[forthedancingandthethriving]

[Juliano arguing with a rude patron when the crew is using the circus as a circus]

SMG4: Should we stop him?

Domain: No. If it goes on long enough, he'll make them cry and leave.

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Bob: Nice hands.

Diana, amused: Thank you?

Bob: I bet they'd look better wrapped around my-

SMG4: BIBLE! WRAPPED AROUND THE BIBLE! PRAISE THE LORD, AMEN!!

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Umbra: Please note that the Adminspace does not condone violence.

Umbra: Or at least, not murder.

Umbra: And... usually not violence.

Crash: The Adminspace condones sending a message!

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Lily: Holy bubbles.

Diana: Language, little guppy

Lily: Oh, sorry!

Lily: Holy shit

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Andrew: I am still your father.

Tulip: Nuh uh.

Andrew: What do you mean 'nuh uh'?!

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Bob: You're up to something sketchy, aren't you?

Lily: You don't sound particularly mad about it.

Bob: I'm not.

Lily: You still seem disappointed though. Are you upset you weren't invited?

Bob: I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little hurt.

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Tari: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?

Saiko: If we did that to each other, our entire friend group would've gotten together and killed me years ago.

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The Abyss: I can't imagine how you're dealing with all this.

Juliano: For the record, I’m not.

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Lily, glaring at another girl: She has to die.

Lily Coding:What?

Lily, brandishing her trident: She complimented Root's outfit and said her laugh was cute, she has to die.

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Meggy: Be nice.

Saiko: I'm always nice.

Meggy: Real nice, not bitchy nice.

Saiko: You're tying my hands, but fine.

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SMG3: Four, if I died, would you move on and date again?

SMG4: That's a stupid question, I wouldn't let you die.

SMG3: But what if it was out of your control, like I was fell ill or something?

SMG4: I would march down into Hell and drag you back out.

SMG3: What if, somehow, I was at peace in the afterlife and didn't want to come back?

SMG4: I don't care what you want. Do you think I'm living without you? Are you crazy?

SMG3: Aww..

SMG3: Wait, why did you just assume I'd end up in Hell?

SMG4: Have you met yourself? You're a heinous bastard and that's why I love you.

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Mario, on his knees in front of a closed restaurant: NOOOOOOO!!

Luigi: Mario, they had a rat infestation.

Mario: Have you not seen Ratatouille?!?

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Whimpu: Who ate my lunch?

SMG3: The pigeons.

Whimpu: Very funny.

SMG4: No, really. As soon as you left, Lily and Juliano fed it to the pigeons outside because they're so fed up with your shit Spanish.

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Mario: All this walking is making me hungry.

SMG4: Everything makes you hungry.

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

From the prompt list..."I miss the old you."

from this prompt list

“Are we going to talk about it?”

James doesn’t turn, even as Lily follows him, hot on his heels. She can almost see his eyes rolling, even from behind. “Sure, Evans. Let’s talk about it.” 

“You know, Potter, talking generally involves eye contact.”

He spins around abruptly, and she almost slams into him. “Oh, my bad. I thought you didn’t want to look at me. I thought I made you sick.”

They’re both seething, anger pulsing between them like a live wire. Those old familiar edges and barbs—ancient weapons they grew quite accustomed to using against each other in fifth year—are reeling their ugly heads again. Neither of them knows how to navigate this, now that they’re dating, now that they’re supposed to be able to work through these conflicts instead of succumbing to them. It’s easy to revert back to the old weapons, put away in favour of affection, but not under any real sort of lock and key.

“It wasn’t me, Lily,” he says, for the tenth time at least. “I told you—”

“But they listen to you! You may not have fired off the spell, but Black and Pettigrew—”

“You know, that’s one of my personal favourite things you do, Evans,” he says harshly, his eyes narrowing. “Bringing out the last names like they’re not your mates, too. Like—”

“Are you listening to yourself?” she demands, stamping her foot. Her hair whips around her face, a vibrant red curtain barely containing her fury. “You literally just called me Evans.”

“Of course I’m listening to myself! One of us has to do it, since you’re so averse to hearing a word I ever bloody say.” His hands are clenched into fists, his knuckles white with restrained anger.

“That’s not fair.” Her voice wavers, a tiny crack in her armour, but she stands her ground, fists planted on her hips.

He throws his hands up, the motion sharp and full of frustration. “None of this is fair! Least of all you accusing me of attacking another student when you know I haven’t done that in—”

“That’s not my point, James.”

They’ve been going in circles for the better part of the day, since Lily went to visit Hestia in the hospital wing and found an incapacitated Mulciber in the next bed. She’ll admit to having been hasty in her accusations of James and his mates, but his face had given her everything to know she was right on the money. He’s been avoiding her ever since, though not very successfully, as they have every class and meal together.

It’s not the first time this has happened recently. Not the Mulciber thing exactly, but the fighting thing. The arguing-without-any-true-solution thing and she thinks he’s growing as tired of it as she is.

James runs a hand through his hair, a telltale sign of his frustration, making it even messier than before. “I miss the old you,” he says, his voice low, and it might just be the most hurtful thing he’s said to her yet.

“I don’t,” she says, immediately, eyes blazing. “The old you was despicable. Arrogant, reckless, dishonest.” She looks up at him, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. “How can I miss him when he’s standing right back in front of me?”