#sorry this took a few days!

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Cole headcanons perchance 👀 maybe a bit of angst :3

The fan favorite of the group

HUGE worry wart

Gets ready for things an hour in advance, then gets stressed when no one else is also ready

Kingsley in particular drives them up the wall with this

Because he definitely takes his sweet time getting ready (but he somehow always is on time and ready to go without being late)

Being late is NOT an option for Cole

The Lark was once late to one (1) single performance, and Cole was convinced that their fans hated them and were going to throw tomatoes

Makes really good tea out of various herbs

Often tells Perrine to calm down and relax, since she’s always going and going and going, not quite realizing the irony in what they’re saying

“Pot calling kettle black” -Perrine

But in fairness, Perrine does the Exact Same Thing

Feels like they’ll never be able to live up to The Storyteller’s legacy and thinks that they’re ruining their image/name

Their voice once cracked during a performance, and they couldn’t sleep at all that night out of embarrassment

It STILL keeps them up weeks later

When they blush, their WHOLE HEAD turns red, even their ears

Keeps a diary

Writes songs to vent their emotions

Once gave Clémentine flowers with the roots still attached (they got nervous and ripped them straight out of the ground)

Has frequent nightmares about the death of their family

Their biggest fear is forgetting the faces of their parents

The voices of their mother and father have already started to slip

If they lose their faces, too, they don’t know what they’ll do

So they’ve done everything in their power to preserve their image

Such as painting and drawing

They just need to cling to them a little longer

They’re a kid

They shouldn’t have to go without a mom and dad

It isn’t fair

Why them?

What did they ever do to deserve such a fate?

They were good people

It should have been them

They should have died that day

Not their mom and dad

They wish it had been them instead

[nerdalmighty]

The trash compactor was activated!

Requested by @the-stars-descend!

[damnedrainbows]

Frankly Alastor found much more amusement in carving out human beings rather than gourds. The fragrant squishy innards of a pumpkin just didn’t compare to the copper aroma and the satisfaction of the kill. He tore a knife through the flesh, scowling slightly.

“And just what is the fun in carving something that doesn’t scream and gush anyway?”

@widdlestwucifer

[dutifulsilence]

@luzofstars sent: "Hi. How are you feeling?" from Link in his spirit verse.

He heard the question before his vision cleared, eyes slowly opening to bright light. Raising his arm to protect his eyes, Link started to sit upright, head spinning and a dull throb at the back of his head. Stubbornly, he managed to sit up, letting his hand fall away from his face as he got used to the daylight. His first thought wasn't even to answer the question, but instead, to wonder how long he'd been out - it had been late into the night last he knew as he went from sky island to sky island, right up until the fight with the Flux Construct.

Turning his attention to the speaker at last, he blinked his eyes in confusion. The green tunic the other man wore was enough to tell him all he needed to know - anyone who knew the first thing of Hyrule's history knew all the Heroes of the past wore green tunics.

As he woke a little more, Link became more aware of the pain in his head, a hiss of pain escaping him as he brought his hand to discover a large bump, haphazardly bandaged, with dried blood in his hair. A frown appeared on his lips as his brow drew together.

« Did I die? » Link signed to the other Hero. « Or are you a ghost? »

[rainscenes]

It's a beautiful thing, isn't it? Having a crew like this behind you, even when things go wrong. Especially when things go wrong.

season 7 › season 8 requested by anon

[zivazivc]

Hiii!! Ufff I don't know how to tell you that I love your take on Floyd. like some bad bad life decisions were taken (THAT SO!!! INTERESTING FOR HIM). Do you think he ever feels ashamed of himself when he looks at Branch's eyes, like "shit, this guy really believes in me" or "he doesn't even know everything I have done"? Like he has some really BIG "Love me Less by Max" vibes

They all really believe in his goodness which is worse

And OH he definitely feels so much shame and regret. I think a big part of why he fell as hard as he did was because he finally didn't have to be his brothers' mediator, and I guess at one point he forgot that he still needed to be the voice of reason for himself. His new band mates encouraging his reckless behavior didn't help. Honestly I personally think young Floyd was a very naive kid and very dependent on his older brothers but his strong empathy gave them all the impression that he was much more mature and independent than he really was...

So yeah... you can imagine that constantly partying, doing drugs and sleeping around wears someone down after a few years. I think Floyd also went gray like Branch (not for as long tho) and he broke up with the band wanting to go home badly, but he was also ashamed of showing his face after a number of years as a gray drug addict, so he kind of just ended up alone...

If we're sharing songs, I have to show you this one by Linkin Park because I think Floyd wrote it for Branch (and the rest of his family (and some parts also addressing himself)) while he was at that desperate and lonely period because I am also extremely emo

[wanderingibon]

hunter vanguard 🌌

[itadooori]

s2 gihun with s1 characters PLEASE

wait i love this concept omfg

[gemharvest]

beep boop bap

words of wisdom

[ihateswansmorethananything]

This took way too long and I don’t even like it, kill me please

It may be a bit cringy but it’s currently 2 am and I’m too tired to care

Is there any context? No! Just make one up haha

I totally just made this because I’m a sucker for Jack being head over heels for Davey the second he sees him

@nitttstdsdtoastd asked for Javid and I will deliver 🫡

(I totally made this for myself)

Sarah is another person we can add to the “is annoyed by Jack’s tendencies” pile

[grifffins]

need to know your horny Headcanons about Lilia & Avis

This was meant to be a headcanon post, but somewhere along the way, it spiralled into something filthier, more like a fic in disguise.

Lilia:

Lilia Calderu is the embodiment of indulgence, she doesn’t just enjoy pleasure, she luxuriates in it, revels in the way bodies move together, in the unhurried, hypnotic rhythm of slow, lingering touch. I feel like she’d be a switch, she craves intimacy and nothing satisfies her quite like slow, drawn out sex that stretches on for hours, leaving both of you flushed, breathless, and completely sated.

I dooo feel like she’d lowkey has a mommy kink, and she wants to be adored and worshipped. The first time you call her Mommy, she smirks, tilts her head, strokes her fingers through your hair as if she’s merely humouring you. But when you say it properly, when your voice catches, soft and reverent, when your hands tremble against her skin, when your lips press into her throat and you whisper it like a confession? Oh, she shudders.

She cups your face, makes you look at her, fingers tilting your chin up as she hums in satisfaction. And when she strokes your cheek, when she leans in so close that her lips barely graze yours, when she coos, "Good girl," in that soft, velvety voice? She watches the way you wilt under her praise, the way your breath stutters, the way your fingers tighten.

She is obsessed with being worshipped, adored, cherished. She loves the way you suck at her breasts, the way you nuzzle into her chest, the way you cling to her as if she’s the only thing that matters. She’ll let you do it for hours, let you nuzzle and suckle, let your lips and tongue tease her nipples while she sighs in pleasure. She’ll lounge on the couch, sip her wine, read a book, watch tv, let her fingers run through your hair as you lazily mouth at her skin, lost in the warmth of her body.  (I also read this amazing fic and i’m now convinced lilia has a lactation kink.)

She’ll also let you eat her out for hours, too. She has the tiniest bit of a pillow princess streak, and she is not ashamed of it. She loves being pampered, spoiled, utterly ruined with slow, careful precision. If you kiss down her stomach, spread her open, let your tongue drag through her soaked folds with agonising patience? She tilts her head back, gasps softly, fingers tightening in your hair as her thighs tremble.

She lets you take your time, lets you kiss and suck and tease, lets you worship her the way she deserves to be worshipped. And if you drag it out, make her wait, hold her down when she tries to squirm? She shudders, grits her teeth, glares down at you through hooded, dark eyes, but she never tells you to stop.

And when she finally comes apart? When you flick your tongue over her clit just right, when you suck at it just enough to push her over the edge?

Lilia is loud, breathless, shuddering, gasping your name, fingers clenching at the sheets as her thighs squeeze around your head. Lilia is loud in bed.

She is also about the soft, slow, aching intimacy. Morning sex is a regular occurrence, where she is warm, sleep heavy, body pliant beneath you as she sighs in pleasure.

There’s no urgency, no frantic desperation, just slow, lingering touch, lips pressed against each other in lazy, unhurried kisses, fingers tangling in hair, bodies moulding together like they were meant to fit.

She hums, murmuring soft Italian against your lips, voice thick with sleep as her nails trace gentle patterns down your back, fingers dragging through your hair as she pulls you closer, unwilling to part from you for even a second. If she’s on top, she straddles your thigh or presses her slick centre against yours, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, dragging out every second of pleasure, rubbing against you with sinful, lazy movements that send shivers down your spine. She takes her time, lets you feel everything, every soft, heated slide of her against you, every teasing grind that has you clutching at her waist, desperate for more. She smiles against your lips, utterly indulgent, utterly in control, letting you drown in the sensation as she whispers, “Just like that, baby. Let me feel you.”

If she’s beneath you, she sighs, tilts her head back, hands sliding over your shoulders, down your back, over the curve of your waist, pulling you in until there’s nothing left between you. Her fingers tangle in your hair, nails scratching lightly against your scalp as she guides you down, breathing soft, reverent praise into your ear. Her thighs press against yours, holding you there as she grinds against your leg or moves in tandem with you, pressing her dripping core against yours in slow, teasing drags that leave both of you breathless. She moans, lips parting as she murmurs sweet nothings into your mouth, voice thick with pleasure, soft little whimpers, sighs, hushed Italian slipping from her tongue as she trembles beneath you. She wants to feel you everywhere, to be consumed by you, to pull you so deep inside her world that she’s the only thing you’ll ever crave.

And when she comes? It’s soft but loud, drawn out, breath hitching, thighs trembling, hands clinging to your shoulders as her body shudders through the pleasure.

Afterwards, she is lazy, utterly satisfied, stretching like a spoiled cat, pressing languid kisses along your jaw.

And when you call her Mommy again, voice laced with exhaustion, stroking your fingers over her thigh?

She smirks, presses a kiss to your forehead, and murmurs, "You are utterly insatiable, tesoro."

Okay now Avis:

Avis Amberg is a woman who thinks she knows control. She’s spent her life managing appearances, mastering the art of social manipulation, playing the perfect housewife while indulging in her private affairs. She’s had lovers before, fleeting distractions, carefully chosen and kept at arm’s length, but none of them have ever truly known her, truly taken her apart, truly ruined her, none of them she truly trusted for her to give them control.

But she trusts you.

She’s a brat, a tease, a woman who knows her own mind and enjoys making you work for her. She’s calculated, measured, slow to react, until you catch her off guard. Until you push her against the nearest surface, pin her wrists, press your body flush against hers and murmur, "Is this what you wanted?"

And that’s when you see it, the sharp inhale, the way her pupils blow wide, the way her lips part like she’s about to say something clever, but nothing comes out. 

She tests you, constantly, winding you up just to see what you’ll do about it. She drags her fingers down your arms, lets her lips hover near yours but never quite closes the distance, smirks when she sees the frustration flicker in your gaze. She wants you desperate, she wants you impatient, she wants you hungry for her.

But when you catch her wrist, pull her back, shove her down onto the bed, pin her hands above her head?

She shudders.

Her cocky smirk falters, her breath catches, her body tenses beneath you, torn between resistance and surrender,  and then she lets you have her.

Avis Amberg is a squirter.

The first time you make her squirt, she doesn’t even know what’s happening.

She’s never done it before, never thought she could, but you drag it out of her, take her apart with your mouth, with your fingers, with slow, torturous precision until her body gives in completely.

She’s already wrecked, back arching, breath coming in these soft, hitched gasps as you work her open, as you edge her until she’s trembling, until her thighs are quivering around your head, until she’s gasping your name like a prayer.

She fights it at first, tries to keep some level of control, but then her voice breaks, her back bows, and she lets out a sharp, breathless moan—

And then wetness floods the sheets.

She jerks, gasping, utterly undone, and she doesn’t even realise at first. Her legs are shaking, her chest is rising and falling in uneven breaths, her body twitching from the aftershocks. And then she looks down. Sees the absolute state of the bed. Sees the way her thighs are drenched, sees the way you’re smirking at her. "You squirted, sweetheart."

Her eyes widen, her face flushes deep red, and she stares at you in utter disbelief.

"No, I did not."

You laugh, drag your fingers through the mess, bring them up to her lips.

"You soaked the fucking bed, Avis. You drenched it."

She glares. Turns her head away with a haughty little huff, pretending she’s not absolutely wrecked over this.

But she can’t stop thinking about it. Every time you touch her after that, every time you pin her down, whisper filth in her ear, tell her you’re going to ruin her again? She shivers, thighs pressing together, already so fucking wet for you

Avis also loves the strap.

Loves letting you fuck her with it, when you make her take every inch, when you stretch her open until she’s gasping, whimpering, hands clutching desperately at the sheets? She loses it completely. She moans, curses, squirms, squirts all over again, completely and utterly wrecked. You make her watch sometimes. Make her look down, see how soaked she is, how messy she gets just for you.

Avis also loves orgasm denial, being edged. She doesn’t beg. She refuses to. But if you tease her, make her wait, draw it out enough? She gets so impatient, huffing, shifting, her fingers twitching like she wants to grab you but won’t let herself.

And then she finally snaps, she grits out, “Please,” in that defiant, frustrated way

She’s a mess when she falls apart, breathless, back arching, gripping at your wrists like she’s trying to ground herself. She’ll curse, whimper, let out these sharp, high pitched gasps that she’d be embarrassed about if she had the brainpower to care.

Also we all know It’s canon that Avis Amberg likes to be called Mama.

I think she’d be down for overstimulation too. She doesn’t think she likes overstimulation, not until you push her past the edge for the first time. She’s still shaking, breathless, thighs trembling, and when you keep going, she lets out a soft, broken gasp, hands gripping at your arms. It’s too much, but she doesn’t want you to stop.  She whimpers, body tensing, then melting, utterly undone beneath you.And when you murmur, “Just one more, Mama,” she shudders, moaning as pleasure washes over her again, completely lost in you.

She loves pushing boundaries, but never so far that she risks her life, or her image. But she adores lowkey exhibitionism, just enough to make both your pulses quicken, just enough to watch you both squirm. Just enough to feel the thrill of the possibility of being caught. Whether it's in her office, or a public restroom etc. 

She'll slip her panties off discreetly under the dinner table, pressing the silk into your palm while smiling serenely at your shocked expression. She sips her drink, watching your eyes widen, your cheeks flush, delighting in the way your fingers grip the delicate fabric beneath the tablecloth.

When you finally rise on shaky legs and head to the restaurant bathroom, she doesn’t hesitate to follow you moments later. She presses you against the sink, coming up behind you, gathering your skirt in one hand and shoving the other roughly into your underwear, fingers pushing inside without hesitation.

Later, when you're tangled together in her bed, the only light coming from the glow of a half burnt out cigarette in the tray, you both take your time. No teasing games, no sharp, biting words, just deep, slow strokes of her fingers, her body pressed against yours, warm and unhurried. She kisses you softly, languid and thorough, her lips moving in sync with the slow thrust of her fingers, curling just right.

She whispers against your skin, murmuring sweet, filthy things in that voice that always sounds so composed, even when she’s falling apart with you. Her free hand strokes over your stomach, down to your thigh, squeezing gently, possessively, like she’s mapping you out in the dark.

Afterwards, Avis always shares her cigarettes with you, leaning close, pressing the filter to your lips as you both catch your breath, smoke curling lazily between your parted mouths. She smiles against your cheek, voice low and smoky, whispering teasing promises of next time. She loves these quiet moments, the intimacy of sharing a single cigarette, bodies tangled, hearts racing, just you, her, and the lingering, decadent taste of stolen pleasure.

[ewwww-what]

They’re super okay and friends and totally on good terms guys you have to believe me

[trophywifemac]

Mac and Dennis looking at each other Like That in S1E01 // S16E04 ↳ for @divorce-enjoyer

[maxlarens]

⭐️ - Max - prompt: I will ease your mind (from bridge over troubled water) please thank you 🫶🏻 ily darling

You’re fine. It’s Friday. You’re fine.

You’ve got an afternoon and two whole days of being able to pretend your job doesn’t exist. To bury your work phone at the bottom of your handbag and only fish it out Monday morning. To get the tube home, go straight to bed and fall asleep without dinner—

fuck. Shit.

You’re meant to be getting dinner with Max.

That’s why you wore the cute (but still work appropriate) outfit today. The slightly nicer shoes. Your hair is even done. But you’re already on public transport going the opposite way to where dinner is supposed to be. You’re exhausted, you’re sinking into the seat like it’ll swallow you whole. Like if you try hard enough you could teleport straight to your bed.

You sigh, you fish your (non-work) phone out of your bag.

It only rings once before Max has already picked up.

“Schat,” he breathes, worried, like something might have happened to you, “What is it?”

You’re shaking your head, “Nothing. Nothing. Except I got on the tube home, instead of to dinner. It’s— hmm— it’s been a long day. To say the least.”

You hear a noise from him, a contemplative hum, the scrape of a chair, “Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“I—”, you frown glancing at a map of the stops, trying to puzzle through your memory, “Like halfway to my apartment… I dunno though, Maxie. I’m wiped. I won’t be any fun at dinner.”

You hear footsteps echoing, “You don’t have to be fun for me”, then, “Get off the train, schat. I’ll take you home.”

You hum, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’m already in my car.”

Max picks you up on the side of the road by the train station ten minutes later. You slide into the passenger seat of his car, lean over the dash and kiss him. He mumbles a sweet hello against your mouth, his hand hovering at your jaw, drifting into your hair. After the kiss is finished you press your forehead into his cheek and sigh. A prolonged tired thing.

“Work bad?”, he asks, hand gently cradling the back of your neck now.

“Awful,” you breathe, “So bad.”

“Mm,” he strokes the skin on your neck, “Let me take you home, liefje. We’ll order your favourite.”

“Please,” you murmur, “Can we watch Tangled too?”

Max snickers a little into your hair, “Whatever you want.”

You pull yourself from his grip, kissing his cheek before settling into the passenger seat. It’s not a long drive home, but as it goes on you feel the exhaustion sinking deep into your bones. The work day wearing on you even more now that it’s over. Max can see it on you, the way your thoughts are still fumbling through the issues of the day, the things you’ll have to deal with come Monday.

You’re distracted on the elevator ride to your floor, while you fish your keys from your bag, even as you flick the lights on by the door and set your bag on the kitchen counter. Max trails behind you, crowding you in the kitchen. He puts his arms around you, puts his nose into your shoulder. Kisses the junction of your neck.

“You should quit,” he says, quiet, low— you feel something skitter down into your gut as you lean back into him, “Move in with me and the cats. They love you.”

“Yeah,” you say, fishing for something else, “Do they?”

“Of course, schat,” his breath fans against your ear, “and so do I.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

ohhhhh to have someone tell u to quit your job so they can take care of u. anyway i hope this is kinda what u had in mind🥰 also tangled like is the ultimate comfort movie for me

send me a prompt/request + a driver and i’ll write a drabble. pls check my requests are open first💖

[ceabu]

this is VERY LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY @thatsrightdollface !!!! made u some Classic cryptic mermaid gamzee and human karkat lol ♡

[seriousbrat]

how can lily be a good person if she married a bully?

I'm going to break this down because it does legitimately seem to be an issue for so many people. I received quite a few asks about this a few days ago so I'm just going to address it generally here. Apologies for the length of this, I tried to cover everything I could think of. Let's get two things out of the way first:

Firstly, if you truly believe James was an abuser, and you're seriously asking how a woman could ever marry an abusive man, this is indicative of a fundamental lack of understanding about how abuse works. This is victim-blaming rhetoric. Abusers are predatory, manipulative, and often extremely charming, and they have a specific methodology for ensnaring their victims. I highly recommend Lundy Bancroft's book Why Does He Do That for further reading on how abuse works. The reality is that women marry abusive men all the time, and it doesn't make them bad people. If you believe otherwise we simply have nothing to talk about here.

Second, the question of whether or not James ACTUALLY changed his behaviour is irrelevant here, so I'm not going to directly address it either way. The main thing is that Lily BELIEVED that he had changed, whether or not he actually did, and we know this from Harry's conversation with Remus and Sirius. We also know she wasn't aware of the full extent of the bullying, as she didn't know the details about the prank.

For the purposes of this I'm going to adopt the perspective that James never changed, had 0 character development, and was secretly a terrible person the whole time. To be clear this isn't what I believe-- but I think it's helpful to start from a similar place.

Onto the main points:

An overly forgiving nature can be a flaw, but it doesn't make someone a bad person.

Nor does it make them selfish. Even if I concede that James was irredeemably evil as a person, the fact that Lily believed him to be better than he was, even if she was wrong, makes her at worst naive, not selfish. In fact, I'd argue that it's a sign of empathising with someone too much, which is sort of the opposite of selfishness. We know that Lily had an overly-forgiving nature, because she demonstrates that with Severus when she's willing to overlook his associations with the worst people of all time. And as we know from the fact that her friends were openly critical of it, and that she suffered as a result of it, her friendship with Sev was hardly 'convenient' for her. That she forgave him and overlooked his behaviour, and defended him, despite the fact that it was actively inconvenient for her, indicates empathy (and probably too much of it) not selfishness. Being overly forgiving is an established character trait of Lily's, as she tells us she "made excuses for [Sev] for years." Making excuses for someone you love is a flaw, but not one necessarily rooted in selfishness. Again, it was actively inconvenient for Lily to make excuses for Sev. It's also a very human flaw, not one that makes her a bad person-- especially when you consider that Lily's capacity for forgiveness had its limits, as she demonstrated with Snape.

To forgive is an act of compassion... it's not done because people deserve it, it's done because they need it.

anyway with that buffy quote out of the way, lets move on

Lily owes Snape nothing.

I'm sure people will disagree, but, objectively, she just doesn't. They are not friends at this point. He has demonstrated consistently that he doesn't have enough consideration for her to stop rubbing shoulders with people who literally want to murder her, including a boy who attacked her housemate. So why is Lily expected to take into account his feelings and his history with James? Which leads right into:

It's a massive double-standard for Lily to be blamed for marrying James when Snape isn't afforded the same for associating with Death Eaters.

I mean, think what you want, but to me being a mass murderer intent on exterminating an entire subset of the population (talking about Voldemort and other DEs here, not Snape) is like, maybe, a tiny bit worse than being a bully in school. But what do I know. Snape willingly joined up with such people, knowing perfectly well what they wanted to do to Lily, the woman he loved, and everyone like her. If Lily's choice in husband makes her a selfish person, then by your own logic Snape is completely irredeemable and you should probably delete your blog about how misunderstood and babygirl he is.

Sometimes people marry or befriend terrible people.

Similar to the first point, lack of judgement is a flaw but not one that directly indicates selfishness. Again, remember, Lily believed James to have changed. She believed, whether or not she was wrong, that redemption is possible. It's extremely common for women to date and marry terrible men, unfortunately, and to be blinded to their flaws. There are many possible reasons for this. I guess you can argue that the desire to be loved is inherently selfish, but that still wouldn't make Lily notably selfish at all, rather just a normal human. Plenty of people have had the experience of dating someone who is terrible or being friends with someone who is terrible at some point in their lives, and it doesn't automatically make them terrible themselves. People make mistakes and have poor judgment occasionally. Her actions in SWM suggest she would not have tolerated nor validated any cruelty from James towards others, had she been aware of it. Anyway, once again if you're holding Lily responsible for James's actions you need to also hold Snape responsible for the actions of his buddies. If it's selfish for Lily to associate with a bully (who she believed to have reformed) it's straight up devoid of any humanity whatsoever for Snape to KNOWINGLY associate with people like Mulciber, Voldemort, and Bellatrix. I don't actually believe this btw, I'm just following the logic through.

Furthermore, it's completely unfair to blame Lily for, in particular, the past actions of her husband.

As we clearly see in SWM, she did NOT tolerate his behaviour during the years before they started dating. James's behaviour is simply not Lily's responsibility, and neither is Snape's. It's not her job to fix them nor pay for their mistakes, nor should she have to investigate and tally up all their past wrongdoings when making her own choices. If James was actively being a menace and Lily was just watching going 'teehee' I'd understand this more, but again, she was NOT aware. Based on her behaviour in SWM, this would be out of character for Lily.

Someone having a moral stance you personally disagree with doesn't automatically make them a bad person.

If your moral stance is that James's past actions are completely unforgivable, and you could not personally date someone who did what he did, no matter how he evolved as a person, that's perfectly fine. As I've established, Lily was not aware of any continuing wrongdoing, nor would she have validated or supported it had she been aware. Lily's belief was that the person she was currently dating was a good person. She believed in redemption and second chances. If you personally do not believe in redemption or second chances, I'd question why you even like Snape, but ultimately that's your prerogative. However, believing otherwise doesn't make Lily a bad person nor selfish, even if you personally disagree or think she was wrong. People are allowed to be mistaken.

Snape was probably less relevant to their lives than you think.

Like to be quite honest, they were fighting a war and priorities had shifted, as they often do in adulthood. Lily ended her friendship with Sev, and after Hogwarts James and Lily almost certainly had no association with him whatsoever. Is Lily expected to continually self-flagellate over Snape for the rest of her life? Is she expected to take him into account in every decision she makes, forever? Believe it or not James and Lily existed separately to Snape, rather than as extensions of his character. They moved on. Snape didn't, that's what makes him beautiful-- and yes there's a reason why Snape couldn't move on, but, again, that is not Lily's responsibility. It seems reasonable to me that, particularly given the extreme nature of her circumstances, Lily would take into account first and foremost the actions she observed from James in the present, rather than what he did in the past. See above re: Lily owes Snape nothing.

Being selfless, kind, or a good person doesn't make one perfect.

When I say Lily was selfless, I do NOT mean that she was flawless. If this is your takeaway I worry for you. Also, enough about the Virgin Mary lol. Anyway, humans are complex, and selfless people are capable of selfishness on occasion. Everyone is. A certain amount of selfishness is not only normal, it can be a good thing and necessary for protecting yourself. When Lily ended her friendship with Sev, it was something she was doing for herself, so in the most technical sense (and it's still a huge stretch) it can be viewed as selfish. Nobody is or should be 100% selfless all the time. So even were I to concede that she was selfish in marrying James (which I don't) it doesn't preclude her being a selfless person in general.

Being selfless, kind, or a good person doesn't make a female character 'unrealistic.'

What even is this argument, honestly. Like do you just not believe in the existence of good women irl? Suspicious. I would gently suggest that if you find it unrealistic (or boring) for a woman to be a good person, that's maybe something you should take a closer look at. If your automatic assumption about a woman is that she must have married a man for his money, I would also interrogate that belief.

idk she was a teenage girl, pls develop some empathy

once you come down from your podium in the unholy tribunal, it might be worth considering female characters (and women in general) as human, and not just avatars who simply react to the emotional turmoil of men. At absolute worst you could assume that she was tricked by James (which I still disagree with, but it's a slightly more generous reading) or was blind and naive. All of which are more understandable than, for some reason, assuming she was a conniving bitch who wanted to hurt Snape and selfishly marry into wealth. Ultimately her decision to marry James probably had nothing to do with Snape at all. She was 21 when she died. Bad judgment is common at that age, and it's not necessarily a product of selfishness at all. Look, I'd understand this whole thing more if everyone was in their 30s. But is it not the teenage girl experience of all time to date an asshole? Do you have no empathy for that situation? Like I said, I'm arguing this based on the idea that James was completely irredeemable; would an abuser not abuse his girlfriend too? Would someone who is evil and cruel in all respects not also display cruelty to his wife? Can you not summon up an ounce of empathy for a 17 year old who might have thought, as many young girls do, 'I can fix him?'

To conclude, I think that the idea that Lily marrying a bully makes her a bad person is just rooted in lack of empathy for her as a character. Despite spending hours dissecting every last thought process a man might have had, there's no attempt at all to try and understand Lily's motives, rather they're considered exclusively from the perspective of Snape's emotions. This is unfair.

I don't doubt that it hurt Snape's feelings for Lily to date and marry James. But Snape's feelings are no longer her concern. She owes him nothing. Sev called his best friend a slur publicly and joined an organisation that wanted to murder her, with no respect for her feelings at all. They are no longer friends, and he has no right whatsoever to expect her to consider his own emotional needs anymore, and her choices no longer have anything to do with him. Nor should they have.

Whether or not you think it was a mistake for Lily to marry James, that's Lily's problem. Not Snape's. If you truly believe James was a monster, logically it's Lily you should be feeling sorry for. The fact that there's no empathy for her to be found, and that people revert so quickly to the Top 100 Misogyny Classic of 'she must be a gold digger' speaks for itself.