#in conclusion... live laugh love james

[theredengineapologist]

Favorite James Face?

Oooh! This is hard. I've legitimately deliberated over this question for about a day.

But I think after all that thinking, I would still say my favorite James face is this one.

I know this is a hella basic answer, but come on! Just look at that face! He's so happy and cute with the little crow's feet at the corner of his eyes! He looks so proud of himself! He could literally ask me for anything and I will do it for him. I cannot resist that face. There are no thoughts in that head of his, only splendidness.

Very close runner-up would be his angry face, purely because of the number of times I've been able to use it as an emoji in text messages.

Also, because I really want to include the CGI seasons, here's my favorite James face from that era. Taken from S20 Ep16, "All in Vain"

Look at him. My boy is in so much Pain(tm). He is trying SO hard to keep that smile up but you can tell he REALLY wants to bitch about his messed up paint rn. The eye twitch is everything to me.

Literally my headcanon for why James insisted on getting completely repainted is because learning about that teeny little scratch was the last straw for him. He was trying so hard that entire day NOT to McFreaking Lose It and the universe was personally plotting against him. He wanted nothing more than to look perfect to pick up the mayor, and the universe PERSONALLY said "Fuck You". But he tried. James TRIED to just keep chugging along and be like "this is fine." But by the time his crew told him about the scratch that was IT. He couldn't take it anymore.

Anyway, thank you again dear anon! Any excuse to ramble about James is much, much appreciated. ♥

[engie-ivy]

(Because I wanted to write Dramatic Teen Remus😋)

@wolfstarmicrofic 8th: Teenagers

741 words

Lyall dealing with Dramatic Teen Remus

First and Last

“It's mustard!” Remus exclaims, dropping the tie on the floor and covering his face with his hands. “What was I thinking? I can't wear bloody mustard!”

His father calmly walks up to him, while picking up the tie from the floor. “It's not mustard,” he says patiently, as he puts the tie around his son’s neck and ties it for him. “It's ocre, and we picked it because it really brings out your eyes.”

Remus studies his reflection in the mirror for a moment, fiddling with the tie, and eventually, he releases a breath. “Okay. Yes. You're right.”

His father chuckles. “Aren't I always?”

Remus smiles to himself in the mirror. “Well, I do recall one moment…”

10 years earlier

Remus doesn't even bother to lift his head from the table when he hears the kitchen door open.

“Ah,” his father says. “You're home. I already thought I heard someone.”

By means of a reply, Remus lets out a groan.

“That kind of a night, eh?” His father says sympathetically as Remus hears him rummaging around the kitchen. “Looks like it was quite the party, but not in a good way. I take it James’ birthday was not what you had hoped? I'm sorry, lad. Do I dare ask what happened?”

Remus lifts his head and wants to tell his father to ‘please just leave him alone’, but his resolve crumbles when his father places a big mug of his favourite tea and a plate with his favourite cookies in front of him. As his father takes the chair in front him, Remus lets out a deep sigh. “Do I really need to say it? You already know, don't you?”

“Well,” his father says. “It looks like a Sirius issue to me.”

Remus glares at him, but his father juist gives him an innocent smile.

“He was chatting with her all evening,” Remus blurts out. “Laughing and dancing together. He didn't even notice I was there.” Remus shakes his head. “God, I'm so stupid.”

“You're not stupid, my boy. You're in love.”

Remus looks down at his mug. “I'm stupid for ever expecting anything different. Of course he'll never want me. I'm not pretty like she is, I'm not popular like she is, I'm not even a girl like she is!” Remus lets his head fall back on the table. “He's gonna live some perfect life with some perfect girl, while I'll stay lonely and pathetically pining for the rest of my life!”

“Well, at least you haven't been jumping to any dramatic conclusions,” his father says dryly, and Remus lifts his head to glare at him, but then his father reaches out and pats his hand. “I know these feelings are overwhelming right now, but I promise you it isn't all that bad.”

“How can you say that?” Remus complains. “I'm doomed to watch from afar forever, my life might as well be over!”

“You're fifteen years old, Remus,” his father says. “Your life has barely begun! And your love life hasn't even begun. Listen lad,” he squeezes Remus’ hand. “Sirius is your first crush, and I know that can feel intense and all-consuming, and right now, you think you're always going to feel like this, but believe me, you won't. These feelings will pass, and there'll be other boys, other men, and other heartbreaks, but when you eventually find the one that is meant for you, I promise it's all going to be worth it.”

Remus blinks against the tears burning in his eyes. “I just can't imagine ever loving anyone else but Sirius,” he says hoarsely.

His father gives him a soft smile. “I know. But you will. Believe me. Sirius is your first love, but he won't be your last.”

Present

“Okay, okay,” his father says, immediately knowing what moment Remus is talking about. “I'll admit I haven't always been right!” Then he adds in a softer voice “You do know I'm very happy to be proven wrong, don't you?”

Remus meets his eyes in the mirror and smiles. “I know.”

His father smiles back. “Good. Your mother and I are both very fond of Sirius, and it's about time you made him an official part of the family!”

Remus turns around to his father with a grin, holding out his arm. “Does that mean you're ready to give me away?”

“Never,” his father replies instantly, but then his smile returns. “But for Sirius, I will try.”

[ginevrapng]

content warnings: non explicit drunken sex between james and lily, dubcon/noncon? (idk it's fucked up the drunk sex went wrong), emotional cheating(?), (i really don't know how to tag this one guys- if i've missed something lmk)

// (1.5k words) // best friend!james potter lives in my head rent free, reader not specified which house they're from but has access to the gryffindor common room, chubby reader

best friend!james is completely in denial of his feelings towards you so he spends his days chasing after lily evans. days become months and then become years, flirting with her daily and chasing her. he is a chaser it's what he does.

you constantly scowled him as it seemed like lily had no interest in him. you didn't want him harassing her. when he started showing interest in her it hurt, you knew why of course, it's hard not to fancy the great james potter but you quickly got over your feelings when you realised you had no chance with him, he was your best friend and nothing was going to spoil that.

what surprised everyone was when lily started to treat james nicer, when she started to smile at him in class. no one could have guessed this complete 360 of her feelings. the next time james came up to her in the great hall bugging her he asked her to be his girlfriend and she actually said yes, causing james to pause in shock for a moment and then start grinning. "knew you'd say yes eventually evans."

lily just rolled her eyes and told him to shut up.

you heard about what happened later on in the day and were shocked yourself. you never thought they would actually start dating, she never seemed like she was interested in james before and previously you spent so long trying to tell him to let it go and find someone else but you're happy that he's happy. he's finally got the girl.

so why does he feel so empty?

their relationship was good, they went on dates and lily always laughed at his jokes, he started to pay attention more in classes they were both in together to impress her and it seemed like lily became less stressed and uptight. they're both happy yet james feels something is wrong. even through he still grins from ear to ear, still has that mischievous attitude you love and his pranking nature, even though he's acting the same, he knows being with lily is wrong, he doesn't even know why but being with lily doesn't feel right.

lily and james have been dating for months now and james has been able to ignore that nagging feeling. one gryffindor party changed everything though.

gryffindor beat hufflepuff in a quidditch match and the house was celebrating, even people from other houses came to support gryffindor's win, however they may have came for the drinks because the gryffindor house always throw the best parties. either way everyone was wasted by the end of the night, some more than others. james being one of those, lily being someone who is nearly equally as drunk, even though she swore she wouldn't drink much as to try and keep an eye on everyone however that plan was shattered when sirius and marlene kept passing her drinks every ten minutes.

lily and james later made their way upstairs to be in private as the night started coming to and end and as soon as the door was shut they started making out and clumsily taking off each others clothes before falling onto the bed together. james placed a kiss on her neck, making her moan and breathily say, "jamie, come on, no playing around."

the only person who ever calls him jamie is you, every single person teases you about it but you never relent. in james' drunken brain his conclusion is that he's kissing you.

james could never ignore your requests and gives 'you' what you want, he tried his best to be slow but he couldn't, he thrusted into 'you', who he thought was you and started babbling. "god, i love you so much." lily wraps her legs around him causing him to groan. he says your name. your name. he says he loves you. lily realises what is happening and thinks maybe she misheard there is no way that james doesn't love her, not after how long he's been trying to woo and pursue her. that is until she heard him say your name again.

lily pushes him off her and she stares at him, james cocks his head in confusion. she's drunk and angry and so very confused so she storms out the room and slams the door loudly before going into her room, flinging herself on the bed and crying until she falls asleep. the morning after is confusing for james, he's hungover and doesn't remember anything from last night but he knows that lily is ignoring him.

he finally is able to get her alone after some help from sirius, by saying that he needed her for something before leaving them alone, and james asks her why she's so upset and mad. she scoffs. "leave me alone potter." james winces at her tone, now they're dating she always calls him james and only calls him potter when she's teasing him. she turns around to leave and james chases after her. "we're done james! don't talk to me! don't even look at me!" she spits out venomously. his blood runs cold as he just nods, he's never heard her speak like that before, he thought that maybe if he gives her some time she might tell him whats wrong and he can fix it.

she swivels round and marches back over to him, james thinking that she may have already calmed down before he saw her face. she points her finger to his chest, "another thing potter, were you ever going to tell me?" she hissed.

"tell you what?" james asks softly, trying not to anger her anymore but that doesn't work, if anything it just made her more pissed off.

"that you love her!" she throws her hands up exasperated and full of negative emotions towards him and towards you too, despite this is not your fault. james furrows his eyebrows, unaware of what she was talking about or who's she referring too.

"you're in love your best friend! when was you going to tell me james, huh? a year from now, ten years from now? on our wedding day?" she screams at him, not caring if anyone heard.

"oh," james replies quietly, his body posture relaxing.

"oh? is that all you've got to say to me?" she shouts at him.

"yeah. basically. i'll- i'll see you around evans. i really am sorry." james tells her, not really knowing what to say to her before he walks off.

lily's blood boils as he reacts so calmly and doesn't try to defend himself in the slightest. he doesn't try to fight for her. he has the gall to walk away from her.

he spends the majority of his day holed up in his room. he wasn't sure what happened last night but he knows it must have been serious. he's now single. even though she never said the words "we're breaking up" or "i'm dumping you" it was worse. lily hates him and he's now confronted with his feelings. can he really stay in denial and pretend he's not in love with you if lily knows, what if she's told the others. what if she's told you?

he rushes down into the common room, nearly tripping and falling on his way down. he has no idea where you'll be and sirius has the marauders map, maybe you'll be in the gryffindor common room hanging with everyone but you also like the library but you also like- "been look for you everywhere, where've you been all day?" he's interrupted by his train of thoughts by you. he lets out a sigh of relief, you're right here and even if lily has told you you're still cheerfully smiling at him. "jamie, you alright?" you looked concerned after noticing he's just staying silent and not moving.

suddenly he pulls you to him and hugs you tightly, making you giggle. "jamie, this is great and all but you're crushing me." he reluctantly lets go of you and takes you in. your comfy warm clothes you're wearing due to the weather that james finds highly annoying because your clothes are so baggy that he can hardly see your body, he wishes he could see your round frame and your cute soft tummy and plush thighs but you always complain about it being too cold. he looks softly at you, your hair is all messy and windswept, chipped nails from when you've been biting them and picking them because of exams coming up and chubby cheeks prominent as you smile, you look beautiful, perfect.

you put your hands on your hips and look cross at him, playfully, not like lily, but like you're not actually cross, it's not in your nature to stay seriously mad at him. "i've got a bone to pick with you." james freezes up, worried that lily's told you. "why the hell is lily ignoring me? sometimes it's like she's shooting daggers at the back of my head."

james chuckles, "ignore her. we broke up earlier on today." you thought he'd be more torn up about it but he's beaming at you.

"i'm so sorry jamie," you tell him earnestly, grabbing his hands in yours and holding them to your chest.

his heart jumps at how much you care for him. "i promise it's fine. i've realised she was never the one for me." you were about to question what he means by that and to ask him to elaborate and if that means he broke up with her but before you can do that you hear the laughs and chatter of the other marauders come in, they heard that lily and james broke up and came to console him, thinking that he'll be away from everyone in his room only to find him in the common room grinning and laughing, when they saw he was with you it made sense.

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

November 24: The Black Lake | word count: 786 | @wolfstarmicrofic

Nearly the entire population of Hogwarts is enjoying the warm summer weather on the grounds. Most of them are crowded around the shores of the Black Lake, talking with friends, splashing in the water, or tossing a ball back and forth. It is entirely too loud, but Remus won’t turn for the castle while the warmth of the sun warms the chill in his bones and the clear air fills his lungs.

He sighs and shifts his back against the rough bark of the tree, abandoning his textbook for a moment to watch James and Sirius. They are on the shore of the lake, shirtless, and wrestling in the shallows. At one point, they had a frisbee, though Remus doesn’t see it anymore. Though he can hardly focus on anything else when Sirius is right there. Sirius, who has water droplets scattered across his torso, catching the light and drawing Remus’ eyes in, no matter how much he tries to pull them away.

He is helpless but to watch as Sirius’ head falls back in a laugh, exposing the pale column of his throat. There is a primal part of him that wants to burrow his nose into the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent. Remus desperately needs to know. Does he smell like the scent that always surrounds him, or is that just his cologne? He probably smells really good, like something earthy. Sandalwood maybe, or maybe even something smokey, like tobacco?

He feels heat rush to his cheeks, and forcefully tears his gaze away, burying his nose in his book instead. He’s being foolish. Sirius would never look twice at him that way. Not only is he dangerous halfblood werewolf, but he is a boy. Even on the off chance that Sirius did feel the same, Remus could never risk their friendship, one Sirius would probably be better off without anyway. So he will admire from afar, admonishing himself every step of the way. It’s better this way. It’s better than broken hearts and lonely nights. He doesn’t care how selfish it is. If he can’t have Sirius in the way he wants, he will take whatever he can get.

“Enjoying the view?” Lily asks, leaning against the tree next to him. He hadn’t even noticed her approach. See, this is a problem. There is a war going on. If he is too focused on his stupid crush on Sirius, he could compromise not only himself, but whoever he is working with.

“Bugger off.”

“Still?” She gasps. “Remus, it’s been years.” She slides down the tree until she is sitting next to him.

“I know, Lils. I’m pathetic.”

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

"We've had this conversation before, Lils. I know you are trying to be supportive, but he's straight."

“What if he isn’t?”

He scoffs. “Are we looking at the same person? Sirius is the straightest boy I know.”

“You said that about James.”

“Yeah, well, I’m right about this one.” He insists. She should know better than to get his hopes up like this. It will only lead to him crying alone in the middle of the night over an unrequited love. Like Echo and Narcissus, one forever forced to live in the shadow of the other who would never look twice and the former.

“Remus…”

“I’m not going to risk him looking at me like I’m repulsive. I’d rather live in ignorance.”

“You never chose ignorance.”

“This time I do.”

“Well, if we are jumping to conclusions today, I also have an unrequited crush.”

“You do?”

“Well, you see, I could ask her, but… you know, I might be disappointed by the results of doing so.”

“It’s different and you know it.”

“Really? How so?”

“She’s not your friend. And you’re not a werewolf.”

“Come on, Remus. You have to get over that.”

“Get over it?! I have to live with this forever Lily! I can’t just… just forget about it.”

“You may not be able to forget about it, but you can’t use it as an excuse. If I used being muggleborns as an excuse, I would hardly be the top of our class, would I? No, instead I used it to prove them wrong about their base assumptions toward me. You are more than a stereotype, Remus. And if Sirius can’t see that, then he isn’t the one for you.”

“Sometimes, you are a bit too perceptive, Lils.”

“That’s why I’m your best friend, because I don’t let you feed me the same lies you feed everybody else, including yourself. You have to stop hiding behind these walls, Remus, otherwise you will be stuck right here for the rest of your life.”

[despairat6oclock]

hello!!

would you be able to do a james marriott 1 shot x male y/n? where james asks y/n out to go to a concert date and end up kissin and having a lovely flustered time together at the date

-☀️

- oh em gee anon this was such a fun idea to write ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

I tried my best, thank you so much for requesting ^_^ cheers!

Melodies and Memories

Synopsis: two lovers embark on a concert date.

masc! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 800~

Contains: fluff

Warnings: established relationship, nothing else really

[m.list]

Knuckles clicking with each stretch of his fingers, palms clammy as his mind reeled with endless possibilities and conclusions.

Your door was only a knock away, yet James wanted to run right back down the hall to the sanctuary of his own flat.

With an unsteady rhythm against the red metal door, feet doing a small uncoordinated dance as the pat of your feet walking to the door spiked James’ heart rate.

“Hey” you chuckled casually.

Hair tossed into a perfect mess on the top of your head that curled in every direction and a simple navy sweater draped along your torso.

Chewing his bottom lip as he took a step inside, settling up the familiarity of your living room as you shut the door behind him.

“So uh, I bought tickets for this gig later.” James started off.

It wasn't that this would be the first date, far from it. He just wasn't used to things going so well.

“Oh?” You yawned, settling besides James. An arm automatically going around his shoulder and your feet kicking up on the table.

“Yeah, wanted to see if you'd want to go.” He continued, tone slowly settling into a casual pitch. Head leaning back to lay in the crevice of your elbow.

“Yeah, I'll go” an answer so simple, James had expected more inquiries.

“That's it?”

“What?”

“You're not going to ask more?”

“It's time spent with you, and I have nothing else for the evening.”

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked up at the ceiling. Everything was so easy with you.

The sun's golden glow settled as a beautiful purple dotted the sky.

The bustling street life played an energetic soundtrack to the conversation between James and you as the pair made their way to the small venue.

“I could definitely parkour off that building.” You playfully challenged as James walked beside you. Bewildered by your sudden surge in energy.

“No you couldn't.” He laughed.

“Yuh uh, watch me."

Gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, immediately putting a stop to whatever idea you had just conjured within the past minute.

As you both walked along, James’ fingers danced around your wrist until they perfectly slid along yours.

A reassuring squeeze as the two walk into the venue. Finding a cozy spot against a wall with a clear view of the stage.

Head leaning back against the building as you mindlessly scrolled through social media with your free hand; the other nicely nested with James’.

He couldn't help but admire your casual form, how you seemed so carefree being here with him.

Eyes darting to him as you feel his stare, “Take a picture, it'll last longer.”, you muttered.

Pulling out his phone at the idea, stretching out his arm to capture a photo of you two.

“Actually smile in this one” James playfully threatens. Snapping a few in a row, an idea conjures in your head.

Before James could realize what was happening, your lips were on his. A few blurry photos snapped before James let's your hand go to gently cusp your jaw.

Only detaching your lips, nose still brushing against his as you glance at the stage.

“We could run to the bathroom-”

“I'm not hooking up with you in a nasty bathroom.”

James quickly rejects, just the thought of being in the stall giving him chills.

Playing groaning, wrapping your arm around James’ shoulders as your head lays against him.

Before long the concert started with a guitar riff and the activity you both had originally came here for commenced.

James never saw himself absolutely losing himself in laughter at a concert, but here he was.

Your hands in his as you playfully dance with him, the concert floor your personal ballroom.

“You're a terrible dancer” you playfully scoff with a roll of your eyes, letting go of James’ hands to do some extravagant dance move with your hands.

A soft blush dusted James' cheeks, whether it was from you or the dancing, he'll never admit.

The concert ended just when it just felt like it was beginning, your energetic attitude following you two back to your flat.

Arm slinging around your shoulder as you typed out a text to your group chat, James making sure the both of you weren't drifting onto upcoming traffic.

“Did you like the concert?” He asked, it wasn't a pressing question. Just something to fill in the silence.

“Mhm, it was cool. I'll have to remember to follow the guy when we get home.”

“You wanna get dinner?” James continued, curiously glancing at your device as you set a photo that you snapped of you two to your friends.

“I bought stuff to cook if you just wanna stay over.”

Delighted at the idea of spreading the rest of the night with you, or however long you let him stay around.

[merthurxxxmerthur]

Silly idea for a snirius fanfic

I love time travel work. Especially in the Harry Potter world where it's canonically possible. And my favorite plot is the one where Severus dies in the Shrieking Shack at 38 and wakes up in Hogwarts in the 1970s. The drama, the pain, the depression, the attempts to save Lily - I love it.

But recently I've come to the conclusion that this plot could be even better. Add to the pot Sirius Black, who ALSO remembers his past life, and, like Severus, tries to save James. Two grown men in teenagers' bodies dealing with the weight of knowing the future on their shoulders, finally getting a chance to be with the people they love again.

This could be a dark fic with a bad ending - Sirius and Severus fail to stop the death machine called Lord Voldemort, and Lily and James die.

But I'd honestly like to read an anxious, depressing, suicidal, but still love comedy where Sirius and Severus hatch a stupid and insane plan: they decide to split up James and Lily in order to take their place next to their best friends and save them from the prophecy. Because if they don't have a baby, then they won't be Voldemort's #1 target.

I mean, that would be hilarious, right? Lily definitely had feelings for both Severus and James. Severus, on the other hand, wanted Lily AND Mulciber. Sirius is in love with James, but has something intense and hot for Severus. Add to that the fact that they could have slept together during the Order AND REMEMBER it… James wants Lily, but his super-handsome best friend is ready to spread his legs for him? He's in. Remus Lupin is confused. Peter Pettigrew was sent to St. Mungo's the first day Sirius Black woke up, with multiple injuries that were almost incompatible with life.

I think about this mess and laugh.

I would also like to expand on some of my favorite things about the Snirius works - that neither Lily nor James could ever truly love Severus and Sirius back.

That first love is not necessarily "the one" that will last your entire life, and that it is ABSOLUTELY okay to fall in love again, even more than before.

That you don't have to spend YEARS accepting the simple fact that the one you love DOESN'T love you back.

That your life is as valuable as your best friend's, and you should live it fully, healthily, and happily. That you are not dogs on a leash for your masters, and it would be nice to be more than just protectors.

That moving on is a part of life, painful and unpleasant, but sometimes there is no other way.

When I think about the ending, I always think that Sirius and Severus would have really tried to win James and Lily's hearts. Maybe they would have even succeeded. Maybe they would have spent a few years in a relationship, but eventually, bypassing 1981 and the war, they would have broken up.

Lily and James would have found each other again, and Harry would have had the family he deserved.

And Sirius and Severus, in any case, would have had each other to live their lives together.

[mischieflower]

Sirius gives Harry a glimpse of the past

Sirius Black is brooding. something very unlike him, but then again he hasn't been much like himself in quite a long time. The order hasn't been like anything of it's past, the most obvious part being snape was a part of it now.

The dire fact was that everytime Sirius would have to enter a room to see Snape sit in the living room talking with other members of the order, Sirius can practically hear James calling him a slimy git and Sirius has to try very hard not to laugh to himself.

He's been trying very hard to not think about James as much but it's been frankly impossible. Sometimes, he thinks to himself how his best mate might have reacted to something ridiculous that happens during the meetings or the jokes he would make to lighten the atmosphere. Every time he says something unserious and Molly sends him a tired look, he thinks to himself that James would have given him a high five for that one. When Harry gives him a hug he sometimes thinks it's James, and it's rather pathetic of him.

It doesn't help when his godson contacts him through the fire in a panicked state, all worried about his parents.

"How did she marry him? She hated him"

Those words brought a wry smile, a smile filled with too many memories that made his small heart grow in size. He knew he should have been more worried or serious about Harry's questions like Remus was, but he couldn't help but use an old ruse he used all the time whenever someone at Hogwarts seemed too confused on how Lily Evan's started fancying James Potter especially since she seemed to hate him.

"Nah she didn't"

So when Christmas rolls around, Sirius decides to pick up Harry , risking almost everything (but what's new). Harry is ecstatic to see Sirius, and all the dark thoughts that swirl in his head constantly disappear. Mr. Weasley was recovering and looked much better, and after a rather rude wake up call from Ginny---- Harry tried his best to not let Voldemort to mess with his head. Things seem better than usual and he spends all his time with Sirius.

"I miss your father" Sirius said, taking a sip of firewhiskey. Harry looked up from the rug he was seated on, up at Sirius seated comfortably in the armchair. "He loved Christmas. Not as much as your mother though" He adds as an afterthought, and there's a delicate smile on his face when he mentions Lily.

"Really?" Harry asked, his eyes bright.

"I know you were struggling with everything that has been happening" Sirius said, turning to him and Harry looks at the flames dancing together in the fireplace. "Just know that I'll always be there for you, just like your parents were for me"

Harry tries hard not to let tears prick his eyes and continues looking at the flames, scared that if he met Sirius's eyes his resolve might melt. Sirius continues, "And I know you felt bad for Snivellus and thought you were similiar. I also know James would be up in the afterlife trying to figure out a way to kill himself again hearing you say that"

Harry chuckled at this, he still felt mixed feelings about the whole ordeal but he had to admit that spending time with Sirius and Remus had him feeling better about things. Maybe he had jumped to conclusions too quickly, he was always told his parents were wonderful people in love, so it wasn't right to jump to the conclusion that there wasn't love between them because of Snape's memories.

Sirius studies his godson for a couple of seconds before he decides to take weight off of his shoulders, "Look Hogwarts at my time was very different. There was an impending cloud of doom all around us because we knew a war was coming, and all of us were fighting on the side that could get us killed. Yet, those seven years went by in flash filled with mischief, friendship, love and happiness. It was the time the Marauder's welcomed everyone back with pranks and back when christmas balls were every year. Flirting with professors too" Sirius grinned as he told Harry, his insides feeling warm. "And oh god and the whole Lily Evans and James Potter saga, What a time!"

"Lily Evans and James Potter Saga?" Harry asked curiously, and he felt the ends of his mouth turn up. there was this warm feeling that filled him whenever he heard of his parents, and no matter where he was he knew that just thinking of them could conjure up this warmth.

"Oh yes" Sirius grinned. "It's no surprise I guess, but your father was a a heartthrob, though i'll never understand he looked like a loser to be honest, back at school and a charming flirt who used to charm any witch... well except your mother of course"

Sirius chuckled before continuing, "They bickered in our first year itself, and then this continued through third year before he asked her out and she rejected him. He didn't stop there though, and continued asking her out and at first he did it to tease her but at some point, we all knew that he really did fancy her and eventually was in love with her. Your mother on the other side found him an arrogant toerag and thought the whole thing was a joke, rejecting him in creative ways. A bit of personal input Harry but I'm sure she did find a bit of amusement being asked out by him she always had a ghost of a smile on her face. But then things went to hell I guess with the end of year five, which you saw in Snape's mind"

"Oh" Harry said, "so you guys did bully these people for fun"

Sirius flinched at the word choice, "It wasn't necessarily bullying, it was just teasing and pranking. very harmless and most of the school enjoyed it. but yes what you saw with what happened with Snape, was something that was reserved just for him. And don't be mistaken, you only saw one side of his memories, he certainly did horrendous stuff too. hurt your mother a great deal and of course James wouldn't tolerate that, would he know?"

Harry felt a smile start to form at that last sentence. His parents were something else, he could only hope of having a love like that, but he knew with Voldemort clouding his life, there was a slim chance. However, just hearing about his parents gave him a buzz that even firewhiskey didn't give hm.

"And like Moony was saying, James deflated his ego and matured meaning he stopped asking out Lily knowing that she didn't like him" Sirius grinned, and Harry could tell he enjoyed this part of the story. "And of course, when James stopped asking her out, dearest lilyflower starts developing feelings for him. I guess it helped that Lil's friends and us became close friends during our sixth year"

"But they didn't go out until seventh year?" Harry asks curiously, already smiling over the nicknames Sirius used for his parents.

"No and you won't believe it, but Jamsie made Head Boy and of couse as everyone knew it Lils became Head Girl. The line between friendship and love began to blur as they spent more time together and flirted a disgusting amount. And well personally I always knew she had a fat crush on him during sixth year which she tried keeping a secret since she thought he was over her." Sirius lets out a bark of laughter, "As if!"

"Anyways, they finally kiss and get together, then get married and have you and well the rest... you pretty much know" Sirius ends lamely.

"Wow" Harry whispers to himself, "and to think I was scared that they were forced or something to get married"

"Right!" Sirius laughs, "But I don't blame you, Harry, for thinking that way. You were supposed to be all our golden child, living with endless amounts of love and well...wealth. Your childhood has been exceedingly hard, something your parents would have never wanted. You didn't even know your parents well, that excuse of a human and walrus raised you"

Harry bursts out into laughter and the description of his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He doesn't even realise when tears fill his eyes or his heart grows heavy, recalling everything Sirius had told him.

He had been so robbed.

Soon hot tears pool in his eyes and he tries looking in another direction and prays that Sirius has had too much firewhiskey to notice.

But of course, he does.

He stands to his feet and pulls Harry into a hug. A long one, a hug in which he tries to communicate how much he missed Harry's parents and how much he loved Harry as his own.

When they pull apart, Harry is smiling and so is Sirius ,though, both their eyes are still damp with tears.

"Now the next time you say you feel like you're Snivellus again, James might actually find a way to come down here... though that might not be entirely a bad thing"

[aanoia]

𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏

Sirius Black x reader day fourteen (also late) of christmas advent calendar words; almost 600 warnings; super underage drinking (do not give your kids alcohol, this is purely fictional) also don't spike eggnog anyway, this is funny to me

The house was alive and wild with people. Loud Christmas music played as everyone laughed with each other, the kids all huddled in a corner, plotting how to take down the adults with nerf guns. 

Sirius whistled loudly, “Eggnog is ready!” He cheered as he passed out cups.

He got to his girlfriend and she shook her head, “I don’t like eggnog.” Y/n said and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You’re a weirdo.”

Y/n shrugged with a smile, placing a soft kiss to his cheek, “Perhaps.”

As the night went on, and people drank more and more eggnog, it got crazier. Y/n laughed as James stumbled around, trying to run from his son who was chasing him around, nerf gun in hand. 

“Oh my Godric, I feel like I’m drunk.” Lily said, plopping on the couch beside her, empty eggnog cup in hand.

“How many of those have you had?” Y/n asked curiously and Lily shrugged. 

“I don’t know. It’s not like it’s alcohol, it’s just eggnog.” Y/n nodded and looked back at the stumbling, giggling people.

Her eyebrows furrowed, a thought coming to her head. She gasped and stood up quickly.

“Woah, woah, what life conclusion did you just come to?” Lily asked, trying to stand as well but toppling over. Y/n caught her carefully and put her back on the couch. 

“Wow, you really have no tolerance.” She muttered and Lily looked at her weirdly.

“Tolerance for eggnog?”

Y/n shook her head and walked to the record player, turning it way down. People booed and begged her to put the music back on as she waited for everyone's attention. Once everyone was looking for her she picked up a half empty glass of eggnog. 

“Who spiked the damn eggnog?” She asked and Sirius burst out laughing, clutching his stomach tightly. Y/n gave the crowd a smile and set the glass down. “Thank you for your time.” She said and turned the music back up before making her way towards Sirius.

He had slid down the wall and was still laughing wildly, drunk as all get out.

“You’re an idiot.” Y/n scolded. “There are children here, what do you think would happen if they had gotten ahold of a glass?”

Sirius seemingly sobered up as a look of dread came across his face, “Uhm, I think it’s too late.”

Y/n tensed up and turned around to see the crowd staring at little Harry Potter… chugging the half empty glass of eggnog. 

“Oh my gosh.” She muttered to herself. “I have to deal with a drunk toddler now.”

The house was quiet as Y/n finished putting Harry to bed, thankfully his parents had already crashed into their own beds. She walked out to the living room and picked up the empty eggnog glasses to bring them to the sink. 

After washing out the glasses she plopped onto the couch with a sigh. Sirius came out from the hall and laid down next to her, his head on her lap. 

“You’re a great pillow.” He whispered and Y/n laughed.

“I can’t believe you spiked the eggnog.” 

He smiled, “I knew you’d find it funny.”

“Harry is four years old and he’s going to have a hangover tomorrow.”

“You love me, though.” 

Y/n sighed, putting on a Christmas movie as she played with her boyfriends hair, “Yeah, I do.”

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[haywire-hetfield]

I would read the babytallica hetrich dissertation 👀👀 - 🐈‍⬛

Oh, anon. I'm too drunk to get me started on anything. I will try to condense my thoughts. This will also probably just be a lot of headcanons I have. I love them, don't at me. I will also sprinkle in photos I love of them

-First things first, James is attracted first. I don't care what anyone says. He may not realize that's what he's feeling, but it is. Lars is so different from anything he's ever known and that intrigues him a lot.

-Also, the fact James was working in a sticker factory when he met Lars. If anyone loves rich x poor fics, there you go. That's prime real estate right there.

-Lars is also so helplessly down bad for James. He recognizes what it is, though.

-He sees James with his clumsy hands and his stupid smile and his acne-covered cheeks and he's SO in love with him.

-Thinking so so heavily about James fighting for Lars. Obviously there's the physical element, but also him fighting for Lars emotionally. God, thinking about him defending Lars' honor and sticking up for him. Thinking about him making fun of Lars so much, but the second anyone else does? He's swinging.

-I also am in love with the idea of Lars patching James up after a fight.

-Another idea that's on my mind is Lars piercing James' nose for him. I miss nose piercing James. (I also think Dave is a good candidate for this in a different era, but don't get me started on babytallica hetstaine, chriiiiist)

-Thinking about James not really understanding what he feels, but flocking to Lars anyway. It's totally normal to have one guy that you find beautiful and want to cuddle with at night, and are always in sync with. That's just having a best friend, right?

-Thinking about them watching shitty movies together and cuddling with each other, things are just easy. They're laughing and joking and everything seems so simple for them.

-Also thinking about them fighting and they're so close that they know every button to push. James being more silent anger and Lars being more explosive anger, thinking especially about Lars screaming in James' face and him just not reacting.

-Them getting really good at reading each other. They know when the other actually means something and when they're just saying it. In fights, it can help keep feelings from getting actually hurt.

-They give golden retriever x black cat energy. Where James keeps Lars from getting physically hurt, I feel like Lars keeps him from getting emotionally/mentally hurt. I think you can see it a lot in interviews where Lars tends to step in for James. He steps in for James a lot, keeping him from doing things that he's afraid of.

-I also think there should be more focus on them being a toxic couple together. Fics tend to write one or the other being more "toxic" or "worse" but I think at their worst times, they were just as bad as one another.

-I think they enabled each other a lot in their worst times, specifically thinking about kicking Dave out and bullying Jason.

-They also 100% lost their virginity to the other, you can't change my mind.

-Also, I think Lars is the one who got James used to affection.

-There was a period of time when they weren't together, mostly due to James' own internalized homophobia and issues.

-During this time, I think Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad describes them pretty well,

"I want you, I need you, but there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you. Now don't be sad 'cause two out of three ain't bad."

-They'd ultimately make up and be more open to their own feelings.

-I think them being together would be an open secret, you know? They've never told anyone, but everyone in their lives just KNOW

So, in conclusion

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

who do you think the dbda (the main four) would like the most and the least out of the tlh gang, and why?

who do you think the cat king's fav would be?

(hope u have a good day 🫶)

this is so amazingly fun because i'm currently writing a crossover fic about these characters! i've written some of their interactions, so i'll answer this ask with supplemental snippets from the case of the five half-angel curiousities!

edwin's favourites are alastair and cordelia.

cordelia, because she reminds him of niko in some ineffable way...

Edwin was fairly certain that the enchantment was either made by someone extremely stupid or extremely malicious, but he was not about to say that. “We know next to nothing as of now,” he said. “A good detective must assess all the facts before drawing conclusions. Luckily, I am good at that, as is the friend we are meeting.” “Friend?” Cordelia was smiling. “Yes. Niko. Do you recall when I told you that you were reminiscent of someone? I was speaking of her.” “She sounds lovely, then,” Cordelia laughed. Alastair rolled his eyes.

and alastair because they share a sense of humor and are gang on matthew sometimes for fun:

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Cordelia said. “Tell me the oddest thing about the world today, something that I’m unlikely to know.” Edwin considered this. “Have you ever been to a Primark?” “What is a Primark?” Cordelia’s voice was curious. “Ridiculously inexpensive clothing store. I am certainly fortunate that I can conjure up whatever outfit I wish with ghost magic; the living sell the lowest-quality things and get excited over them in a way that I simply cannot understand.” Alastair nodded along with him, a superior expression on his face.

(and later also because they have a lot of poignant conversations about, like, edwardian homosexuality...)

charles's favorite is thomas initially and he becomes close with matthew as well as thomas.

charles about thomas:

“Bet,” Charles said. “And also, I like the look of them. Especially the tall guy. Thomas. They’re all solid lads, don’t you think?” “I’m quite honestly concerned about their newly acquired feline friend,” Edwin mused, “but yes. They’re altogether inoffensive. The girl as well. I rather like her. She’s oddly charming.”

charles and matthew:

“I burned it to the ground, if you must know. My school, I mean,” Matthew said, deciding to leave out the fact that he had only made an impact within the South Wing. “Considering what you have just shared, perhaps you would like to know it. I ought to be ashamed, but I was thirteen. And am still rather proud of my ability to create explosives at such a tender age. Such takes far more analytical abilities than you might think.” “I know. I can make Molotov cocktails,” Charles said approvingly. Thomas spoke. “What’s that?”

niko gets along really well with cordelia

<3 :

“I think we should just call the ‘item that underwent factuari’ a ‘factuari,” Niko said. “Do not be silly,” Edwin chided, giving Niko an affected but pointed look. “Factuari is a verb, not a noun. You cannot change parts of speech simply out of personal conveience.” “I’m going to anyway,” Niko said, and because Edwin could not be mad at Niko, he smiled as when rolling his eyes. “I think I will, too,” Cordelia agreed, and Niko looked at her with an approving grin.

crystal immediately adores james, but unfortunately that's in an upcoming scene. they do have an entire chapter to themselves, though, with a little bit of cordelia.

as for the cat king, well, someone i love very much wants to learn how to pop into existence with a chandelier over his head... but i haven't written this chapter yet <3

and a bonus <3

“So,” Edwin said, “what year were you all born? I estimate that we’re likely around the same age, and am quite curious.” Cordelia clapped her hands. “I thought we may have lived during similar time frames as well.” She looked delighted. “I was born in 1886, and Alastair in 1884. I died in 1964; he and Thomas in 1965.” “Both of them?” Edwin asked curiously. “Do you know how some married couples expire within hours of each other?” Cordelia’s eyes were shining. “Well, both Alastair and I did, with James and Thomas. An odd coincidence, but…”

[scaryspears]

I love 2013 Carrie

I have a few thoughts on the 2013 Carrie. I understand the dislike for 2013 Carrie, but I don't at the same time. To be fair, I was at least 8 years old when I saw the film and I had no clue that it was a book first and had 2 movies before it, but I loved the hell out of that film.

I remember the rage and relatability I felt with her character. Granted, it wasn't until secondary school that I was harshly bullied, but I still went through isolation and being berated for things that no one should've cared that much about (P.E, ect.).

Now to the films: In the 1976 and 2002 version, the prom massacre is presented in a way where Carrie loses her mind, the '76 (Spacek) seemingly hallucinating. 2013 everyone is actually laughing at her and Carrie consciously offs them. I'm not saying they deserved it but rent was due. As Shang Tsung would say, how deliciously cold blooded.

I remember finding out that people hated the 2013 version and being confused until I found out why. She wasn't accurate. Chloe Grace Moretz is very pretty, and she was a very pretty teenager (sorry if that sounds creepy). With the new found knowledge that I acquired it was hard to accept her as Carrie even though my 8 year old self had already accepted her.

According to Carrie | Anatomy of a Franchise (a youtube video), from what I remember Moretz wanted the role because of her sexuality, and that sense of being 'othered' from the people around her. Although I am not queer, I can understand this feeling of otherness. I showed that a person didn't have to be what society views as ugly to see themselves in Carrie, there could be anything about you and Carrie as a character could spark a mirror.

Looking back at the previous movies I can see why Moretz's version is not appealing to many people. Appearance aside, there was another thing wrong that I didn't realise until James A. Janisse pointed it out on his kill count. A normal girl acting like an outcast. Moretz didn't have Spacek's timidness or Bettis' shaking behaviour, nor did they attempt to make her look strange (dark circles under eyes, ect.). But the more I thought about it the more I came to my own conclusion.

At this point anyone can be Carrie, even though that's very far fetched. Hell, I would play Carrie if I was given the chance. I haven't read the book, yet, but I know Carrie's features. Some of them at least. She is plus sized/chubby, has pimples and bad skin. Sounds like me, except I lost some weight (according to my mum), and I wasn't really chubby. But my skin did occasionally go bad (my lips going monstrously dry and scabby during winter) and I have dandruff. My dandruff would build up and a bunch of tiny pieces would fall whenever I scratched my head, and get stuck under my fingernails. I would rarely cut my nails unless they chipped off by themselves somehow. I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I still have pimples on my forehead.

I'm also a 19 year old (currently) who's been told that they look like 15 and have been confused for a 15 year old. I'm certain I could play teenager Carrie.

I know that's too much information and that it means that there was something wrong with me, in the sense that I wasn't taking good care of myself and may have been dealing with something mentally.

Why does this matter? Both Spacek and Bettis were past their early 20's unlike Moretz who was 15. Spacek and Bettis' appearance was nothing like the book's description of Carrie. Both are very skinny, with Bettis especially having sunken cheeks. But with this in mind it could imply that their movie versions were not very well fed, thus either highlighting the abuse from the hands of Margaret White or their low class background.

Ugly or not, odd or not, a person is still going to be targeted and othered. Spacek's Carrie is very beautiful, but she felt like a ghost in the mystical sense. Just there and seemingly existing, but being unfortunately disturbed by the ever so rude living humans. If you look at Spacek as an actress it would be hard to believe that she is Carrie.

The result of writing this: Something can be done and seen with any Carrie, no matter who she is.

I love 2013's Carrie. Another thing I really admire is the scene where Tommy asks Carrie out to the prom. It could be that cold tone that every 2010s horror movie had at the time, but it truly captured how unsafe and suspicious Carrie felt and how suspicious Tommy seemed. Tommy sort of had good intent, but he was being creepy with how persistent he was being. Something that isn't realised in the '76 film, considering consent wasn't much of a thing back then (major yikes). It was nothing sexual, but no means no and he kept dismissing that. Dude showed up to Carrie's house and everything. Also, he cheated on Sue with Carrie. Why aren't people irked?

[theredengineapologist]

Ik this isn't much of a surprise but James for the bingo

In conclusion, I love him your honor

(Also pls don't be afraid to ask me more about James or send me James stuff! I love him! I could talk about him for hours! Pls let me talk about him for hours... Anything James is always appreciated! Live, laugh, love James ❤)

[antaxzantax]

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals -  Chapter 20

I

Alexander and Tony stowed their luggage in the boot of the sedan. They were travelling to Zaire to see the fight between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman.

Tony had said goodbye to each twin with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Alexander had hugged Alexia and stroked Alfred's hair.

Alfred had wanted a hug just like his sister's, but Alexander had walked away ignoring his plea. He had to ask Elizabeth to hug him to feel as loved as his sister.

II

The last descendants of the Stewart dynasty residing in the United Kingdom gathered at Ashford Hall to celebrate Christmas '74. The youngest members of the household, who were Alexia and Alfred, Auguste and Amelia, had been dressed in a kilt and accessories. After a frugal dinner at which the adults were more vocal than the children, Auguste had the idea of playing at being kings and queens of Scotland. Auguste chose to be James VI, Alfred to be Robert II and Alexia to be Mary I. One-year-old Amelia, Auguste's little sister, was put to bed early by her parents for Santa to come.

The three monarchs ensured the peace and prosperity of their kingdoms by allying with each other. But the golden age was short-lived. In a radical geopolitical twist, Mary I secretly allied with Robert II to plot against James VI and seize the throne. At the stroke of midnight, Mary I and Robert II cornered James VI in the gambling hall, but James VI surprised both kings with an unexpected ploy. Suspecting that Mary I and Robert II would oppose him, James VI took the opportunity to grab a large cardboard box, which he moved by brute force and placed on top of two flimsy LEGO towers. He said the box and the towers symbolised his court. So, when cornered, James VI requested an audience on the spot. The pair of conspirators agreed and sat right under the box. In a moment of distraction, James VI threw down the towers and the box fell like a cage on the conspirators. However, Mary I was more agile and escaped with the collapse of the first tower. Robert II was trapped inside the box, kicking and insulting a grinning James VI. Mary I faced her formidable foe.

A rain of blood showered the fields of Scotland as Mary I and James VI engaged in an all-out battle that involved kicks and punches to the body. James VI staked his victory on extraordinary strength and fortitude and Mary I on her intelligence, with which she was able to accurately predict her opponent's attacks and know his weaknesses.

When the duel began, Robert II managed to slip under the box and witness the contest. Mary I was bleeding from her lip and a bruise marred James VI's knees. Robert II tried to intercede, but was stopped by Mary I, who preferred to settle the matter alone. Robert II would intervene when strictly necessary.

The fight ended in a draw. Mary I and James VI were put to bed and punished without Christmas presents until their next birthday. Robert II and Amelia were the only ones to receive their presents on the twenty-fifth.

III

The children crowded into the corridor to enter the classroom. They were shouting and laughing, jostling and whispering.

As they passed through the corridor, some of them noticed a girl leaning silently against the wall and sitting on a stiff wooden bench. Although dressed in uniform, she had never been seen in class. It was rumoured that she might be the daughter of one of the teachers, but this rumour was disproved when a couple of girls discovered her alone in a small classroom on the first floor. Hers was the only desk available, apart from the teachers' desk.

The discovery was quickly shared as gossip from the youngest to the oldest. It was the latter who were encouraged to demonstrate the various speculations about this mysterious girl. It was said that she might be grounded or in need of special attention. Since none of the hypotheses seemed conclusive, a group of eleven-year-old schoolchildren resolved that they would not leave the school without finding out who she was.

One member of the group formed for the mission watched the girl sitting on the wooden bench from the other end of the corridor. The girl seemed unsettling to him, as if she were from another world. She was about four or five years old and did not behave like any infant he had ever met. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't particularly amused; she just sat there, hieratic, as if she were at a reception rather than a school. Despite the boredom, the schoolboy did not give up. As luck would have it, a blond, bearded man in his forties came out to meet her.

"Alexia, we are leaving," said the stranger in Queen’s English[1].

The girl, Alexia, stood up and left with the stranger. The schoolboy followed them cautiously out of the grounds. Outside, an expensive chauffeur-driven car was waiting for them. The schoolboy ran to join the rest of the team to announce that the target had left. The group then ventured into the second phase of their plan: sneaking into the classroom.

Outside the building, the lightest member of the group was hauled outside and used a thin metal plate to undo the lock and gain access to the room. In the classroom, the intruder inspected the teacher's desk, where she found a folder containing valuable information. The student identified herself as Alexia Mary Veronica Elizabeth Anne Ashford-Campbell-Douglas-Stuart; in brackets: Alexia Ashford. She was four years old and, as she read four times, was preparing to sit her O-Levels next term and her A-Levels in two years' time, at the age of six. In a section of notes, teachers were instructed to direct her education towards her admission to Harvard University, from which Alexia had received an invitation. Another piece of paper enclosed a weekly timetable, Monday to Saturday, starting at 7:30 a.m. and ending at 9 p.m. She did not understand the esoteric names of the subjects, but counted that there were about ten of them, and only for O-Level. Another sheet of paper contained the result of an intelligence test: 171[2]. He read the extract from an essay written by Alexia. She barely understood a tenth of the words. Frightened, she put the papers back and slipped out of the window.

The intruder reported that the girl's name was Alexia, that she was a genius and that she was studying for admission to Harvard. The schoolchildren scoffed in disbelief and then joked about what a weirdo she must be, that she must be a bore and that she couldn't play or have fun like them. An arrogant, lonely freak who would never be admitted to their group.

IV

"Alfred Robert Willem Edward Malcolm Ashford-Campbell-Douglas-Stuart," said the teacher.

Alfred raised his hand. A boy two years older than him grimaced at him. Alfred ignored the gesture and went about his business, indifferent to the course of events. The last boy raised his hand. The teacher got rid of the list and went to the blackboard to start the maths lesson. He had started primary school at the age of four and it showed. Elizabeth and his father advised him not to draw attention to himself and to focus on the subjects. Alfred half understood their advice and complained about Alexia enjoying a class to herself. His father told him that Alexia was different and therefore needed her own curriculum. But Alfred still did not understand why Alexia was different. To him, his sister was his peer; that Alexia took less time to learn the things she was told to do was indifferent to him. They understood each other, just as they both understood their cousin Ogie[3] and Ogie understood them both.

He used to play football at recess. However, doing the same thing every day encouraged him to seek out new diversions such as hide-and-seek and sand. He befriended some boys who took him into their six-year-old group because of the witty antics he imagined. However, their company seemed insufficient to alleviate the loneliness he felt. If only Ogie were with him, he would have had a better time, but his cousin lived in Scotland. Alexander wasn't much help either. He accompanied Alexia at all times and it seemed that she was his only concern. It was as if a wall, like the one at his school, stood between him and his father; an impassable wall, with another brick being laid every day. He clung to Elizabeth, but his grandmother had temporarily returned to the Netherlands to attend to her business and family affairs. His only solace: meeting Alexia again from 9 p.m. onwards. Their time was limited, but they managed to play and talk about different subjects, miss Ogie and forget their worries.

And the loneliness vanished.

Notes:

[1] Received pronunciation. Associated with the British upper class. [2] Terman's Stanford–Binet Third Revision (Form L-M) classification (1960). [3] Family nickname of Auguste Campbell, cousin of Alfred and Alexia Ashford.

[musicvalla]

Music’s Emotional Spectrum: Heartfelt Tributes and Global Rhythms

Music is a beautiful expression of emotion, culture, and creativity. It can bring tears to your eyes, make you laugh, or inspire you to dance. From touching songs for mothers to the energetic beats of modern anthems, every track carries its unique magic. This article takes you through some of the most captivating themes in music, from cultural explorations to heartfelt expressions of love.

1. Honoring Motherhood: The Best Song for Mother

A mother’s love is unparalleled, and music captures its essence beautifully. The best song for mother brings out the deep emotions of gratitude and love that we hold for our mothers.

Whether it’s a song like “Wind Beneath My Wings” by Bette Midler or Boyz II Men’s “A Song for Mama,” these tracks offer a heartfelt way to say, “Thank you for everything.” Ideal for special celebrations or private moments of reflection, they celebrate the unbreakable bond shared with mothers.

2. Discovering Global Harmony: The Best Japanese Songs

Japanese music offers an incredible range of genres, from traditional melodies to cutting-edge J-pop hits. Exploring the best Japanese songs provides a window into the nation’s artistic soul.

Tracks like “Lemon” by Kenshi Yonezu and “Red” by Survive Said The Prophet blend cultural storytelling with modern rhythms, creating unforgettable experiences. Listening to Japanese music is like embarking on a journey through the country’s rich history and contemporary creativity.

3. Modern Love Songs: Celebrating Today’s Romance

Love is a theme that never goes out of style, and modern love songs capture its evolving dynamics. From overcoming challenges to celebrating commitment, these tracks are perfect for every romantic occasion.

Hits like “Stay” by The Kid LAROI and Justin Bieber or “Levitating” by Dua Lipa are examples of how today’s love songs intertwine catchy beats with heartfelt lyrics. Whether you’re falling in love, mending a broken heart, or celebrating a lasting bond, these songs speak to the universal experience of love.

4. The Magic of The Greatest Show Lyrics

Musical soundtracks offer more than just entertainment—they inspire and uplift. The empowering anthem the greatest show lyrics from The Greatest Showman is a perfect example.

With lyrics that emphasize ambition and embracing uniqueness, the song resonates with anyone chasing their dreams. Its pulsating energy makes it a favorite at events, workouts, and motivational gatherings. Listening to it reminds us of the importance of passion and self-belief.

5. Love in Every Note: Songs on Love

The universal theme of love has inspired countless masterpieces. The on love song genre spans eras and styles, offering something for everyone.

Tracks like “At Last” by Etta James and “Shallow” by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper highlight the many forms of love—from deep connection to passionate romance. These songs serve as companions for life’s sweetest and most bittersweet moments.

Why Music Is Essential Music plays an integral role in our lives, enriching our emotional and cultural experiences. Here’s why it holds such power:

Connection: Songs help us connect with people, memories, and feelings in profound ways.

Therapy: Music can reduce stress and improve focus, offering a therapeutic escape from daily pressures.

Cultural Appreciation: Discovering global music fosters understanding and appreciation of diverse traditions and lifestyles.

Curating a Playlist for Every Mood Want to create the ultimate playlist? Follow these tips:

Start with Themes: Choose themes like love, motivation, or nostalgia to set the tone.

Blend Genres: Mix traditional, modern, and global tracks for a dynamic experience.

Keep It Fresh: Regularly update your playlist with new releases and classics to keep it exciting.

Conclusion Music is an ever-present companion, offering a soundtrack to our joys, sorrows, and everything in between. Whether you’re exploring Japanese melodies, celebrating love, or dedicating a heartfelt song to your mother, music has the power to elevate every moment.

Take a moment today to listen to something new or revisit a cherished track. Let music guide your emotions, spark inspiration, and connect you to the world.

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Bobby Moudy Biography, Age, Wife, Children, Tiktoker Cause of Death, Networth

Introduction: Bobby Moudy was a popular TikTok creator, father, and husband known for his heartwarming videos that resonated with countless people on the platform. Tragically, his life was cut short on April 28, 2023, when he took his own life due to ongoing financial struggles. In this blog post, we will delve into the biography of Bobby Moudy, exploring his early life, career, family, and the profound impact he had on his followers. Early Life and Career: Born as James Robert Moudy in Mississippi, United States, Bobby grew up in his beloved home state. While details about his early life and education are scarce, it is evident that Bobby possessed a natural talent for making others laugh and smile. Prior to his TikTok stardom, he worked various jobs to support his family, often discussing his financial difficulties, including bankruptcy and debt, in his videos. Despite his challenges, Bobby maintained an optimistic outlook and used humor to uplift his followers, earning him immediate popularity on TikTok. Rise to TikTok Fame: Bobby's journey to fame began in 2019 when he started sharing videos on TikTok. His family-friendly content, frequently featuring his three children, Kaytlin, Maddox "Max," and Charleigh, quickly garnered attention. Pranks, challenges, and heartfelt moments showcasing his deep affection for his family became the hallmark of his videos. Over time, Bobby's popularity soared, amassing over 360,000 followers on TikTok by 2022. His infectious laughter, positive attitude, and genuine love for his family endeared him to viewers, turning him into an internet sensation. Impact on Followers: Bobby's videos left a profound impact on his followers, who commended him for being a positive influence in their lives. Many looked up to him as a father figure and admired his genuine and relatable content. Bobby frequently emphasized the importance of family, using his videos to remind others to cherish precious moments with their loved ones. The news of his passing devastated his followers, who took to social media to express their grief and share their cherished memories of Bobby. Countless individuals credited him with helping them navigate difficult times, as his videos provided comfort and joy. Legacy: Bobby's legacy lives on through his grieving family, who hold his memory dear in their hearts. As a devoted husband and father, Bobby's impact on their lives is immeasurable. Furthermore, his influence will continue to resonate with his followers, as he inspired them to value their families and find happiness in life's simplest moments. Although Bobby's life was tragically cut short, his legacy endures through the love and inspiration he shared. Conclusion: Bobby Moudy, a beloved TikTok star and devoted father, touched the hearts of countless individuals with his positive spirit and wholesome content. Despite the brevity of his life, his legacy lives on through his family and the countless followers who were uplifted by his presence. Bobby's story serves as a reminder to cherish our loved ones and find joy in life's ordinary moments. Read the full article

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“About bloody time! Merlin, I’m glad it’s finally out in the open! I’ve been telling Sirius to come clean about his feelings for you, and just tell you how madly in love he is, for like a year now.”

James forgets mistletoe is a thing and jumps to conclusions.

Keep Kissing Me Under the Mistletoe

Merry Christmas - Ed Sheeran and Elton John

James checks the clock.

It’s almost twenty past three, which means Remus is almost twenty minutes late. James is supposed to help him with his Transfiguration essay, and it’s nothing like Remus to forget.

James wishes, not for the first time, he brought the Map, so he could check where the hell Remus is. He’s just about to leave when Remus comes rushing into the library.

“Sorry, Prongs! I got... hold up.”

James stares at Remus. “Blimey, Moony! What the hell happened to you?”

Remus looks flustered, his clothes are ruffled and his hair is messy, sticking up in all directions, like someone has been running their hands through it.

Remus grins a tad awkwardly, trying to look nonchalant, but not quite meeting James’ eyes. “Sirius just kissed me.”

James blinks a couple of times, but then a huge grin breaks out on his face. “About bloody time! Merlin, I’m glad it’s finally out in the open! I’ve been telling Sirius to come clean about his feelings for you, and just tell you how madly in love he is, for like a year now. That guy is so smitten, it was starting to get quite frustrating to watch him pine after you.”

Remus looks at him wide-eyed, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times, before he exclaims “James! We got stuck under that enchanted mistletoe from Mary!”

“Oh,” James says eloquently. “Right. Mistletoe. I had forgotten that was a thing. Strange tradition really, don’t you think so? I wonder who invented it. Or, well, a plant isn’t invented, of course. I mean the tradition. Who would-”

“Can we please go back to the part where you were telling me that Sirius is madly in love with me?!” Remus interrupts.

James taps his chin. “Interesting proposal, but may I counter that with a suggestion that we pretend that never happened instead?”

“Oh no.” Remus places his hands on his hips. “You can’t tell me something like that and then expect me to forget about it!”

“Come on, Moony!” James pleads. “I’ll be the worst best friend ever!”

“Oh no, what did you do now?”

Remus and James turn around to see Sirius standing there, carrying Remus’ Transfiguration book, which he must’ve forgotten in the... consternation.

“Nothing, we were just-”

“James told me you’re madly in love with me!”

“Remus!” James glares at Remus.

“James!” Sirius glares at James. “How could you! I trusted you!”

“It wasn’t like that!” James protests, before angrily turning back to Remus. “You’re twisting my words!”

“It’s literally what you said!”

“Well, taking my words out of context then!”

“What context?”

“The context that I didn’t know there was a mistletoe involved!” James exclaims.

“That’s no context!”

“Yes, it is!”

“How then does it change anything about the meaning of what you said?” Remus demands.

“Maybe not the meaning, but the reasoning behind it.”

“That’s not what ‘taking out of context’ even-”

“By all means!” Sirius says loudly. “Continue your little semantic discussion! If anyone needs me, I’ll be crawling into a hole and dying.”

Remus turns to Sirius and studies him. “So that’s why you were so... enthusiastic under the mistletoe.”

Sirius shrugs. “I thought it’d be my one chance to ever kiss you, so I guess I wanted to make it count. And,” His cheeks slightly redden as he continues. “I was hoping, if I made it really, really good, maybe you’d want to do it more often.” He looks down at his feet before quickly adding “And then marry me in an intimate ceremony in your parents’ backyard, buy a cosy cottage on the Welsh countryside together, adopt five dogs and live happily ever after.”

Remus bursts out laughing. “Oh, Padfoot,” he says, wiping at his eyes. “You’re so wonderfully ridiculous. It might be a bit soon for that last bit, but as for the first one part,” he steps close to Sirius and gently places a hand on his cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb. “I’d say you succeeded pretty well.”

“And it’s all thanks to me!” James exclaims.

Sirius scoffs, but soon finds it’s hard to be mad at James when Remus is leaning in to press his lips against his.