#nena tag

[jamesunderwater]

@nena-96 I accidentally hit copy & paste on this snippet from A Love Letter to James Potter. oooops:

James woke up just as the shimmering figure burst through his wall. Though he’d never seen her patronus, James recognized Lily’s voice immediately. She sounded so panicked, he couldn’t even process that it was a doe standing before him. “James, I– Can you come? I know it’s late, I’m sorry. I just–” He was already out of bed and half-dressed when the message cut off without warning.

[abihastastybeans]

hABIchuela!

Did you see the icon for Duolingo?

💀

It looks normal to me???

[tinyluminaryzombie]

Ship ask game: the basics

1 -> 50

👀

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😒 fine I’ll go with

How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support? (I forgot the number 🤦‍♀️)

This was a fun one to think about - thank you!!

I think Lily understands how vital community and family (including non blood related family) are to James. I'm not saying they aren't important to her but James lives, breathes and dies for his people. Lily not only gets it but embraces it, which in turn, becomes a pillar of support for her too. In loving James, in part because of his devotion to Sirius, Remus, and Peter (ew), Lily becomes not just the "girlfriend" or "wife" but their friend and an adopted member of the group.

I also like to think that James (when he's older) can read Lily well. He knows when to do something incredibly silly/stupid to make her laugh and when to hold her and cry.

Both James and Lily are so many things and I think their relationship would reflect that. They'd be so supportive of one another -- in pranks, in love notes, in post-nightmare talks, in silly puns, in changing dirty diapers, and more.

[atw10minut]

SANDRO DE AMÉRICA

[anzuhan]

[eastwindmlk]

I wish you would write a fic where Jily joins the Jily Microfic Discord!

James sat hunched over the piece of muggle technology that Harry had gifted them for the holidays. He was squinting at the electronic letter from an unknown address. “Lils, darling? Do you know what a ‘discord’ is?” he shouted over his shoulder to his wife just outside the open doors, tending to her herb garden. 

Her face appeared, dark streaks littering her features and another one being smeared across her forehead as she swiped her hair away from it. “Discord?” she repeated, confusion evident in her voice. 

“Someone invited us to join one. It has a picture of a friendly…” His sentence trailed off as he made a motion, thumbs gyrating and fingers wriggling. “From one of those home arcade machines.”

Emerald eyes narrowed for a moment, another smudge of dirt adoring her jaw as Lily deciphered what he meant. “Joystick?” she questioned, uncertain of her own words. A smile crept onto his face, but before he could say anything even remotely lewd his wife cut him off. “Don’t you dare, Potter! We are solving this discord mystery before you get any funny ideas!” 

James huffed, blowing an errant lock of hair from his forehead and adjusting his glasses. “Should we call one of the kids? Or would take make us terribly cliché grandparents?” he prompted, nodding to himself as he leaned back over the box and traced his finger along the square to move his pointer. 

“What are you doing?” Lily got up, stretching her back as she leaned on the windowsill, watching him full of curiosity. 

His eyes flicked to her, a grin stretching over his features. “I am accepting the invite, of course. It would be terribly rude. I can always click it away if it is one of those fish letters Henry talked about.” Aware that their oldest grandson would be very disappointed in them if they’d fallen for something he had warned them about time and time again. 

“Oh, there are rules!” James muttered to himself, skimming over them as he already motioned to accept them, only to be stopped by his wife. 

“Did you read them?” 

“Yes.” 

“Really?” 

He paused and let his shoulders sag as he admitted. “More skimmed them, but I am sure they are fine!” Ignoring the look of disapproval that blew in from the window, he pressed the green square and watched a whole new list of names appear on the side of his little box. 

“They are asking for our house! There are so many Gryffindors here!” He exclaimed, delighted. “Maybe this is for alum, and we can finally see what people are up to without having to rely on the papers,” he said with a grin and went through, clicking the pictures he thought applied to them. 

Pausing for a moment, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he curiously read the next item on the reading list that had appeared. Falling silent, eyebrows furrowing as he slowly started to click through the list. 

“I don’t think I am supposed to be here,” he mused, looking up at Lily for a moment before letting his eyes fall back on the words on the box. 

“What makes you say that, dear?” Lily asked, leaving her gloves on the sill as she made her way inside, casting a quick scourgify before sitting down next to him, her reading spectacles being slid out of her hair in an effort to read with him. 

“These are all…” 

“-Stories, yes.” 

“About us?” 

James nodded slowly, not sure if he should feel worried about this. “Us, the lads, Harry, your friends. Just endless stories,” he replied, his voice growing faint with confusion. 

“I think you might be right, this is not for us,” Lily agreed, though her eyes were still moving over the words. Her finger reached out to one of the items on the list. “Can you click that?” 

At her request, James clicked the label that said art when Lily pointed it out and clicked one of the grey squares. Something he should not have done. Jolting, he reached out and smacked the lid back on the box, almost trapping his wife’s fingers between. 

“I think that was enough of that!” He practically squeaked, taking off his glasses and frantically polishing them on his pocket-handkerchief. “Maybe not ask the grandkids to look at it, after all.” 

Rubbing her knuckle where the lid had caught her, Lily gave him a disappointed look and levelled him with a look. “I didn’t see, so I can’t tell,” she admonished, reaching out to reopen the box stubbornly ignoring his warning hand on the lid. 

“James, let me see!” She demanded, and all he could do was shake his head at her. “Fine, then you describe it to me.” Her arms crossed over her chest while she raised an expectant eyebrow at him. 

James licked his lips, wondering how on earth he was going to describe the image that was burned into his eyelids now. Taking a moment, then another, before a sly smile slipped across his features. “How about I show you instead?” 

[abihastastybeans]

I'm confused in general but the only thing I understand from here is that, I can't count on you @nena-96 ....

It's fine, @tedwardremus seems to have enough milk that I feel safe

my name is detective sleeping and im about to get started on my toughest case yet. the pillow case

[ecstarry]

hola preciosa! 🎶 💖🎨 🦅 for the ask game porfitas💕

holaaa nenaaa!! <3333

send me some writer asks

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i do!!! i have to main playlists that i made and then @neaverse was lovely enough to make me one with the vibes that i had on my og playlist but sometimes i just want one specific song so i have that on loop for as long as i write

💖 What made you start writing?

that would be my bestie @amesandthestars mwuaaah <3 she believed in me and was the first person to read my stuff

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

i would cry omfg that would be insane and i would love it

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

longer fics i outline them!! so the current wips that aren't posted but are outlined are: dear sirius, time travel au and rival teachers au

but oneshots i just write and hope it makes sense asjhdbasd shoutout @malchai who has caught issues with continuity in my fics before oops

[thenerdestsquirrel]

*en un tren* no voy en tren voy en avión no necesito a nadie a nadie alrededor

[jamesunderwater]

Can I ask you a question?

@nena-96 Yes 👀

[abihastastybeans]

@nena-96 stop pretending to be my mother😂 Here's the thing-

I was once informed by @charmsandtealeaves that I was referred to as 'Beans' in her household for convenience's sake. So there's that

And then when @jamesunderwater did an ask game where you sent your name in the asks to get your own playlist, I didn't want to send 'abihastastybeans' because that was awfully long and 'abi' was awfully short. So I went with 'Abi Beans' and he made a fire playlist with Dean Winchester and everything✌️

[anacatalinaybruselas]

Las nenas viendo su serie favorita: Jessie !!!!

[sojutrait]

ty for the tag @castawavy & @softerhaze !!!

🎶✨ When you get this, you have to  write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them.✨🎶

i will always think of you - bojack horeseman soundtrack

LISTENFK im rewatching bojack and this song has been on repeat for the past week

charm you - samia

this whole album is a masterpiece but this song in particular is so catchy

shinigami eyes - grimes

as her pr agent i'm contractually obligated to stream her music

emily i'm sorry - boygenius

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

should've said no - taylor swift

i'm regressing back to my childhood ipod shuffle playlist okay

i tag @gunthermunch @softpine @cas-fulleditmode @moodnamars @astralsi @ro0mbaxie (feel free to ignore ofc hehe)

[anzuhan]

everyday i see tieria love and any other innovade hate from the same person, my hate for tieria grows stronger and my love for all other innovades goes off the charts btw

[eastwindmlk]

I wish you would write a fic about James and Lily debating if a hotdog is a taco

🤨

We need answers, bonus points if McG is the judge

It turned into a @jilymicro-oops but here we are!

She could hear them from down a floor above. The bickering rises above the familiar noise of a hallway filled with students. Their words did not quite make it to the ears of the older professor and yet somehow she had no issues making out which voices were locked in a very spirited debate. 

Minerva knew that she should not feel excited about this. She should not be encouraging the pair to be loud and disruptive, but she couldn’t help but feel a rush to accompany her curiosity as she wove her way through a sea of second years to her Head Boy and Girl in the nook across from the mural of Merlin.  

Though the closer she crept to the alcove, the clearer the words got, the more confused the head of house got. So far, she could make out that it was, much to her disappointment, not a transfiguration debate and likely not charms either. 

If anything, it might be potions until she heard the word ‘sausage’ and all hopes of a good academic debate left her. Now, she could have turned back. Returned to her office and let the pair go toe to toe until they reached an impasse or one of them landed in the hospital wing. 

However, Poppy had previously suggested that there was a third option. Something she had not considered until the notorious pair were brought up over a nightcap of dry sherry. Nearly choking on the sip she was taking. 

The thought was now ever-present in her mind as she observed the pair of them in her classes and during meals. Watching James draw a little closer than needed to glance at her notes and Lily playing with her hair and fluttering her lashes as they discussed equal exchange in transmutation. 

Frankly, Minerva was a little disappointed in the fact that she had not noticed it earlier herself. The way their friendly rivalry had shifted into something more. So, she supposed that Poppy might be right that a snog could be a perfectly acceptable ending to one of their squabbles. 

Normally, she was particularly interested in the romantic escapades of her students. There were plenty of them that coupled up. More than once she had found herself in a lover's quarrel, and that would be the first time she would realize that a pair had ever formed. Others she would catch in varying stages of compromise in broom closets or unused classrooms. 

However, those couples did not usually include her favourite student. Not that she would ever admit aloud to having a favourite. Since that would be completely inappropriate. The only ones aware of this fact were, she, Poppy, and very likely James Potter and Sirius Black. They were simply too keen and clever for their own good. 

“No! Absolutely not! You cannot just substitute the bread and expect it to be the same dish. That’s the whole point, Potter.” Lily’s voice reached Minerva, who watched her hands fly up in exasperation. Clearly very passionate about her point. 

James leaned in, a grin on his face that she knew far too well. It was something he usually reserved for when a particularly complicated spell came together or when he was on his broom. Rising to meet a challenge. 

Something Miss Evans could definitely take as a complement. 

Speaking of Miss Evans, she looked particularly proud as she gave a casual shrug and watched James pull at his hair. Clearly enjoying the way she was affecting him. Leaning ever so subtly closer to him as he rested his forearms on his knees to close some more of the distance. 

Both of them have a good time getting a rise out of the other. 

“That is where you’re wrong, though, Evans. If we were talking about any other protein, you would not make the same call, though. If you put a burger in flatbread, it is still a burger,” he argued in return, and it did not help in the slightest to figure out what they were discussing. 

She watched Lily’s eyebrows rise and heard her voice lower, another challenge. “Try me, James.” Which was Minvera’s cue to get out. This seemed like just the type of moment where someone would get a little too close and she was not about to linger when her students seemed on the verge of being inappropriate. 

Her tartan robes swished as she turned, adjusting her hat with determination before striding away from the scene. Only to hear someone call her from over her shoulder. 

“Professor?” Which was probably the better address than the one that followed it. 

“Minnie!” 

She really should tell him off for that, someday. But today was not going to be that day. Minerva, instead, settled for a gentle reprimand. “Mr Potter, should I remind you of our talk?” she told him in her most clipped and professional tone, biting back a smile. 

“Minnie,” he continued, unperturbed until Lily’s hand smacked him on the shoulder and the pair of them exchanged a look, and he straightened his back. “Professor McGonagall.” 

Minerva offered them a friendly nod and a smile. “Yes, Mister Potter?” Watching him brighten up and shoot the girl beside him a smug look. 

“We need your help settling an argument.” She somewhat expected that, and the more looks that were exchanged, the more her curiosity grew. “See, Lily here thinks that the shape of the bread determines what kind of dish you’re eating.” 

The professor narrowed her eyes at them, peering over her spectacles, wondering what they meant with this. But so far, it did not seem like something to be arguing over. But who was she to judge. “Well, to make a fair judgement, I will need to hear both your arguments.” She waved in Lily’s direction to hear her out first. 

“I believe that depending on how you present it. So, one side of bread is toast, two a sandwich, three is a taco and after that, it gets a little complicated but that is irrelevant,” she started and Minerva smiled and nodded in understanding. “I am saying that, by these rules, a hotdog is a taco.” 

Before she could even offer her critiques or judgement, James hopped in with his own two cents. “And I believe that a dish depends on the protein. A sausage cannot be a taco. That is just not done.” 

She considered this for a moment, watching both their eager faces as they willed her to agree with them. Even though, frankly, she did not really see much merit in either argument. “Well…” she started to say, though found that she had trouble saying anything else. 

Folding her hands in front of her, offering them both a look, she considered transforming into a cat simply to avoid having to rule on this. But she could not do that. It would be a poor example. So, after a deep breath, Minerva decided. “I believe Miss Evans’ argument has a more logical approach.” Before either of them could say anything, the professor bid them a good day and walked away as fast as she could.

[mikrokosmcs]

send me a 💿 and i'll shuffle my music and write a starter based on the first song i get! | @smileflowcr

-  —Solo  sé  que  si  te  vas…  —  -comenta,  con  la  voz  ligeramente  desgarrada  gracias  a  la  cantidad  de  alcohol  que  había  bebido,  el  cigarrillo  entre  sus  labios  se  siente  ligero  y  su  cuerpo  tranquilo.  -  —Habrá  algo,  habrá  cosas  que  no  puedes  remplazar.  Y  está  bien  baby,  porque  puedo  verte  volviendo  por  más  —  -lo  dice  tan  seguro  de  si  mismo,  que  para  cualquier  resultaría  ser  solo  otra  de  sus  frases  ególatras  y  narcisistas.  Pero  era  una  verdad  que  no  tenía  forma  de  refutarse,  siempre  volverían  uno  con  el  otro  porque  los  dos  disfrutaban  del  mismo  tipo  de  deslindamiento  emocional.