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that's my HAROLDDD!!!!!!!!!
HARRYWEEN. New York City, NY. I
i agree, Sirius did suffer - A LOT, but then again Remus did too even tho he had Grant to depend on. Grant was his rock, but Sirius was the love of his life and i clearly remember that his last words were something along the lines of - 'it would be the same, even if you weren't here'
So, my point is, both of 'em suffered, in very different ways but they did suffer - A LOT!
It’s funny how everyone talks about “oh poor Remus, he must have felt so hurt when he found out that Sirius thought he was the traitor” but no one ever talks about the fact that Remus also thought Sirius was the traitor? And out of the both of them, Sirius was the one that suffered for it. Actually, it’s not funny. I don’t know why I said that.
idk how this happened but somehow spotify went from ziggy stardust to love story just when james started saying his vowsss!!!!
Autumn and Lily, James Potter's Two dearest Sights..
His Two absolute and favourite things.
He still can't believe it. His Lily, his love, was finally going to be his, they were finally Going to be 'Jily' (what Sirius likes to call them) officially!
No boundaries, No regulations. It was just going to be him and his Wife.
"You may now speak your vows" The Pastor's words shook him out of his thoughts.
James cleared his already dry throat and glance at his best man; his brother, Sirius Black. Who was grinning like an Idiot for his best friends happiness and 'doom' as he likes to call it.
He rotate his gaze to the crowd where his Friends , Remus and Peter were looking at him, admiration and love in their eyes for their mate, on a little left were his parents , Euphomia and Fleamont Potter.
Her mother was sobbing while his father was holding her..On the verge of tears himself.
From the corner of his eyes, he can see his Mini ..the Strictest Professor with teary eyes and a smile on his wedding..Woah, that's a sight to remember, he thought.
Lily's father was a crying mess too..her mother consoling him..well, someone's emotional for his daughter..
Their close friends, Professor Dumbledore, The order and..Lily.
What else can he ask for? He's blessed, blessed with everything.
He now,turned and saw his world, his would- -be-wife smiling at him.
And that's when he forgot to breathe..With her green eyes..his white lace dress, her veil and that smile worth dying, he was unable to hold back his tears.
This was finally going to be happen..all those years of wait, of redemption, of patience, of Love.
She was finally going to be his..
His lily flower was going to be his.
"Mr. Potter, the vows" the pastor repeated..and he Again shook his trance..With another glance at his bride and his best mate he started pouring his heart.
"I, James Potter, Promise to cherish her wife in sickness and in health, whether I'm poor or On the top of this world I promise to be hers, and hers only... I'll stand back on her achievements, beside on her kindness, and on her front to support her..
I'll be the first one to hold her tears and the one to make her laugh.. ( Sirius: Oi prongs that's my job!!) My glared was enough to shut him.
I belong to and for Lily, always and forever."
Applauses and Hooting can be heard from the small crowd..
Lily was shedding happy tears, and I? I was as promised, the one to stop them from falling.
She took a hold of my hand and I kissed her's instead.
"Ms. Evans, your vows please" The pastor requested.
She looked at her parents and then me, she smiled before proceeding.
"I lily evans, vows to Be everything James will ever need , whether to take care of him like a mother, or joke with him like a friend, to guide him like a father or to challenge him like a rival ..I promise to fullfill everything and to become his and his for eternity..and be The one James Potter improved for.. I promise to be always be his lily flower.
I take James as my Man, for always and forever "
The applauses and Hootingwere louder this time..oh deer.. is lily stealing my thunder ? A thought crossed his agile mind, but he brushed it away. It was his wedding afterall.
The time passed so fast but he can remember every single thing. His flower and him.
4. We both think David Bowie is a wizard! (ATYD ref, suck it if you dont get the ref!)
5. leather jackets and combat boots+tight black jeans are our thang!!
6.We both are dramatic bitches.
thank you
oh and add on dudes-
Shit I've in common with Sirius Black
1. We're both gay.
2. We're both a disgrace to our families.
3. We both are completely and utterly in love with Remus Lupin.
(Add on, if you have any)
this LITERALLY made my day!!!!
Lgtq+ stories in Hinduism which we need to talk about -
Relation of Mitra and Varuna along with traces of surrogacy .
Literal couple goals and my top hindu gay otp
{Art by : @thesunisamango }
Ancient Brahmana texts associate Mitra and Varuna with the two lunar phases and same-sex relations:
(Shatapatha Brahmana 2.4.4.19)
“Mitra and Varuna are the two half-moons: the waxing one is Varuna and the waning one is Mitra. During the new-moon night these two meet and when they are thus together, everyone is pleased."
Along with this Bhagavata Purana (6.18.3) lists Varuna and Mitra as having children through non-vaginal sex. The great sage Agastya and Vasistha were born from water pots after Mitra and Varuna discharged their semen in the presence of Urvasi. This account is similar to Gay couples having children through surrogate mothers in modern days.
Mothers of bhagirath
Somebody better make a fking movie on them or I'll riot
Bhagirath is a prominent figure amongst Hindus. He brought the Ganga down to the earth from heaven which three generations of his ancestory tried but could not succeed. Ganga is also named as Bhagirathi in the honour of him. King Dilip of Ayodhya had two wives, Chandra and Mala but no children. He died childless. Then the sun lineage of kings would not have their heir and after few generations lord Vishnu had to incarnate in this royal family as lord Ram. After his death, his wives got worried because there was no heir to the royal lineage. They went to the family rishi Vashistha and request them to help them continue the family line. Vashistha gave them blessings that a son would be born to them. He then performed Putreshthi sacrifice which is perfomed to get blessed with a son . He then prepared a potion as the prasad of the ritual. He then gave this potion to Mala to drink and advised Chandra to approach Mala and have sexual intercourse with her with the bhava of a man. Hence bhagirath was from the union of two vulvas (bhaga)and named so.
Soma and Agni
My favourite celestial body and element are a couple....let that sink in
There are several instances of homosexual or bisexual activity not always for deriving sexual pleasure. Agni, the god of fire is married both to the goddess Svaha and the male Moon god Soma with Agni having a receptive role in this relationship. Interestingly, another aspect of this story as advocated by ancient rishis was that there were two elements, fire (agni for sun) and water (soma for moon), determining the gender of a child.
Gender fluidity of Shiva and Vishnu
Honestly I'll probably die by screaming this into the ears of homophobes
Both lord Shiva and Vishnu are major gods in Hinduism and one of their prominent avatars has included change of gender or fluidity in gender. Vishnu's female Avatar Mohini first appears during the episode of amrit manthan where she tricks the asuras into giving the amrit to the gods. She also charms bhasmasura and leads him to his doom. In his Mohini avatara he marries aravan the son of arjuna (god of transgender community) . Some legends of South also suggest that union of Mohini and Shiva resulted in the birth of lord Ayyappa.
The characteristics of Shiva have either been extreme masculine or extreme feminine . You will find many legends which tell the tale of times when shiva would change his gender in order to entertain and play with his wife Parvati. Also known as Natraja Shiva is depicted as the perfect balance between masculine and feminine energy.
Budh and ila
The way Budh accepted him/her even after knowing truth literally screams that gender is not a limitation when love is true
Ila the king of Bahlika while hunting in a forest accidentally trespassed Sharavana ("Forest of Reeds"), the sacred grove of the goddess Parvati. Upon entering Sharavana, all-male beings except for Shiva, including trees and animals, are transformed into female when Ila approached Shiva for help, Shiva laughed with scorn but the compassionate Parvati reduced the curse and allowed Ila to switch genders every month. However, as a male, he would not remember his life as a female and vice versa. While Ilā roamed the forest in her new form with her female attendants, Budha, the god of the planet Mercury and the son of the moon-god Chandra, noticed her. Although he had been practising asceticism, Ila's beauty caused him to fall in love with her at first sight. Ilā married Budha and spent an entire month with him and consummated the marriage. However, Ilā woke one morning as Sudyumna and remembered nothing about the past month. Budha told Ila that his retinue had been killed in a rain of stones and convinced Ila to stay with him for a year. During each month she spent as a woman, Ilā had a good time with Budha. During each month as a man, Ila turned to pious ways and performed austerities under the guidance of Budha. In the ninth month, Ilā gave birth to Pururavas, who grew to become the first king of the Lunar dynasty. Then, as per the advice of Budha and Ila's father Kardama, Ila pleased Shiva with a horse sacrifice and Shiva restored Ila's masculinity permanently. Despite his once again gained manhood budha and ila continued to be in love and though not as a husband and wife but as lovers stayed together.
Op's note to keep in mind=
Hinduism is not a religion which has highlighted sexuality or love relationships in details. Mention of relationships (Regardless of sexuality) has only been in detail if it played a major role in progressing the plot. Regardless of this fact we haven't shied away from acknowledging the presence of community and their existence. You may find it difficult to find this stories in real life as during the colonial period the British as well as some of our national leaders (Gandhi, Nehru) tried to erase them to fit in with the idea of modernization (as defined by the west).We literally had books like kamasutra and original Vedas where same sex couple and trans people were talked about normally but thanks to Colonialism many bastards in power altered them. I request everyone to reblog this and just fking rip apart the idea that LGBTQ community has never been a part of Hinduism or indian culture.
omggggggg!!!!! i want thesee-
@cocamichelle
a little louder for all the stupid pigheaded men out there-
LOVE THIS-
dorcas: im passing the phone to the most narcissistic bitch cause every time we talk about something he always feels the need to always wanna mention himself like everything is about him
sirius: *laughs* anyways im passing the phone to the most moodiest bitch every time we talk to this hoe she always crying about something we dont know or we dont know which personality we're gonna get
marlene: boy fuck you. anyways im passing the phone to the most secretive bitch in this group cause every time we wanna know something about this bitch or his emotions he wanna hide and act like he dont know what the fuck that mean
remus: thats cause its my business sweetie get your own. anyways im passing the phone to the bitch that always wanna fight me every time i dont express some type of shit
james: and what? youre my friend bitch open the fuck up. anyways im passing the phone to the most boujiest bitch in this group
mary: peasents. anyways im passing the phone to the most messiest bitch in the group
lily: bitch the only thing messy are your relationships
over??OVER???
bruh i have an emotional breakdown every time i see a cat!!! A FUCKING CAT!
As you can obviously see, I am not over All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89, at all.
my parents are looking at me weird cuz i burst into tears in the middle of economics revision!!!
𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘
- When they first got Harry, Remus wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Everything had happened so quickly, he had no time to grieve the loss of his friends before he was handed a small human with no sense of how to look after it. At first he panicked, never holding Harry, always letting Sirius look after him, shutting himself away so he didn’t have to acknowledge the situation they were in.
- He soon realised that that wasn’t fair on anyone, and began to spend more time with Harry.
- It took a while, but they began to fall into a routine, Sirius would look after Harry in the morning (Remus couldn’t get out of bed before noon), and Remus would give him attention in the afternoon. They would go out into the village, play with new toys, read stories, plant flowers in the back garden.
- It was on a summer afternoon when Harry said his first word. Remus was playing with him, swinging him around in his arms whilst Harry giggled and squealed, clutching his hair with his tiny fists. He tugged on his curls as Remus stopped to put him down, opening his mouth and gurgling “Moomee.” Remus froze, and Harry laughed again. “Moomee, Moomee, Moomee!”
- “Sirius! Sirius, come here!”
“What, what’s wrong?”
“Listen, go on Harry, say it again, Mooooony.”
“Moomee!”
“Holy shit. Okay Harry, say Padfoot. Pad-foot.”
“Moomee!”
“I think he just likes me better, Pads.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshh!”
“No!”
- They had a ‘party’ that evening, celebratory noodles and garlic bread, Remus even gave Harry some of his chocolate bar, much to he Sirius’ dismay. “How come he gets your chocolate! All he did was say a few words!” “He’s a baby, Sirius.”
- After that day, Harry started speaking more, and soon enough they had a small child of four running around and grabbing their legs. He was a good kid, helped Sirius cook meals and cuddled Remus after full moons.
- He would wait outside Sirius and Remus’ bedroom door, waiting until Sirius allowed him to come in, before climbing carefully onto the bed where Remus was laying.
“Padfoo said Moomee’s sick,” he said, frowning at Remus.
“Moomee isn’t feeling very well at the moment,” Remus replied, smiling weakly.
“Like when I have stomach bugs?”
“Yes, like when you have stomach bugs.”
Harry scrunched up his face. “Want a hug? Paddy said you feel better with cuddles.”
“I would love a cuddle.”
- It wasn’t long after Harry turned five when they decided to tell him about his parents.
- They’d been putting it off until he was old enough where he could full understand, but not old enough that he would believe that they’d been lying to him for his life. That was the last thing they wanted. They started the process slowly, telling bedtime stories about James and Lily, showing him photographs and letters.
- “That’s my mummy?” he questioned one evening, pointing to the photo they had presented him with.
“And that’s your dad,” Remus said.
Harry looked up at them with wide, green eyes. “You’re not my dad?”
“We’re your dads now, little sprog,” Sirius said with a small smile, “But that’s your real dad, that’s why you look just like him.”
Harry nodded, holding the photograph in front of his face and giving both James and Lily a kiss.
“Kisses for mummy and daddy!”
He didn’t fully understand when Remus started crying.
“I made Moomee sad,” he said when Remus left the room.
“You didn’t make Moomee sad, Prongslet,” Sirius reassured, pulling him for a hug. “Moomee just…he just misses your mummy and daddy.”
“Because they’re gone?”
“Yes. Because they’re gone.”
“Do you miss my mummy and daddy?”
Sirius swallowed the lump building in his throat. “I miss them lots and lots.”
“Do I make you sad?”
“No,” Sirius said, shaking his head. He ruffled the boys mess of hair, making him giggle. “You make me very, very happy.”
dude did you just 'or' harry potter????!!!! anyway the point is THERE IS A HELL LOT OF US!!
Hey yo,
Where my queer, formerly gifted besties who have at one point hyper fixated on Marvel, Sherlock, Merlin, Good Omens, She-Ra and/or Harry Potter at?
Just wanna make sure I’m not alone. :)
*Bonus points if you listen to girl in red, Taylor Swift or the Neighbourhood*
Edit: holy fuck there are a lot of us 😅
the last one tho!!!!!! dorcasssz.. <3<3
Marauders Era as Annabelle tweets
James Potter
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Lily Evans
Regulus Black
Marlene McKinnon
Dorcas Meadowes
yup happens every single FUCKING time-
I was calmly having a family dinner and then out of nowhere an image of heartbroken Remus Lupin crying his heart out, head on Mary's lap repeatedly saying Sirius' name after James and Lily died surfaced on my mind. You can imagine what happened next.
Yup, finished reading ATYD for the hundredth time and still not over it.
BRUH -
where were you all this timeee???! we are practically soulmates-
hey i'm lina, i'm 17 and i draw shitty things
she/her
bi
english isn't my first language so forgive me for the mistakes i will make🙏🏻 gonna try my best
you can find me:
on twitter @/xoktyabrskaya (shitposting on russian lol)
on Instagram @/xodeadlina (my art acc)
some information about my fandoms from my carrd <3
OMG THANK YOU so FUCKING much!!!!!!!!!!!
hiii, umm are you the one for ao3 that wrote 'Flat Nine' ???
ig i just wanted to talk to someone who knows or at least has felt all what im feeling rn! i just finished reading atyd and well umm if you are the one....i think you know exactly how i feel...:)
Hi yes that’s me!!
Basically ATYD is fantastic. It honestly made me feel like a kid again, the way I just absolutely fell into it.
I’d recommend to anyone who enjoyed it to check out Astra Inclinant by Eleventy7 ( @tinyhistory ) because it does just as brilliant of a job of bringing the world to life, but for the next generation.
but my ass still doesnt wanna move and lie down on the comfy bed! life is hard dudes-
oh my....oh no no oh no! shit-
Everyday is loving Grant Chapman day. @lobsterbang
da FUCK?! awh man dun expose me like dat-
just saw a tik tok that said all unstable queer teens are obsessed with at least one of the following fandoms: dead poets society, the raven cycle, all for the game, six of crows, or the marauders. what does it mean if i’m obsessed with all of them😳
i'll literally marry anyone who makes this for me as breakfast while im still lying in bed on a september morning and a folklore track is playing somewhere.....bonus cookie points for the eggs and bacons and a nice cup of coffee...:)
my bestie made moony’s toasts. that’s it. that’s the post.
yassssss!!!!!!! i just finished atyd and im a mess of emotions rn!!!
have y’all ever read a fanfic so good you then want to read fanfics of that fanfic?
yeah, once upon a timee..... where's marlene tho???!
once upon a time in the gryffindor living room… 🍾💋
this is the BEST!!!! i wanna draw this-
scratch that im gonna draw this ASAP!
mwpp circa 1977
my store is linked above!
ayeeee!
"You're in my seat."
(a jilytober drabble)
"You're in my seat."
"Sorry?"
"My seat. You're sitting in it."
Hazel eyes dance. "I didn't realize they assigned seats beyond secondary school."
Green eyes narrow. "I've been sitting in this seat all term. It's mine. A fact which you would know if you'd turned up at any point instead of only on exam days."
A smirk joins the dance. A stomach flips. "I have been here all term as a matter of fact. And I have, indeed, seen you sitting here."
Teeth grind. "Glad we've sorted that. Now please move."
The boy infuriatingly does not, of course. If anything he settles in more firmly on his—her seat. "What's so special about it anyway? I've been dying to know."
"And that's why you're here?"
The boys smirk twitches wider momentarily. "One of the reasons, yes."
She doesn't care to ask for the others. There are only ten minutes until the exam is due to start. Every minute speaking to this trouble-maker is one fewer for her last minute notes review.
Her pause is long enough to welcome him to continue. "I think I've determined why you like this spot so much. First off, it's perfectly positioned by the heat vent—not directly underneath to make you too warm, but close enough to pull the chill out of the air. It also has a lovely but not too distracting view of the courtyard outside. And, I suppose, once old Sluggy gets here, the acoustics are probably top notch: loud enough but not too loud."
"You're mad," she says, blush creeping up her cheeks. How did he do that?
"I'm not the only one, I reckon," the boy replies, now standing. She has to crane her neck to maintain eye contact and boy does she find herself wanting to. "James, by the way, James Potter."
He stretches his hand out but she eyes in, faking repulsion.
"Am I supposed to care?"
He—James Potter—laughs. "I guess not. Well, that's what I get for waiting all term to talk to the prettiest girl in class. Maybe we'll have a class together next term and I can steal your seat then, too."
He steps around her, agile despite his wide shoulders, the grin never leaving his face. He sends a wink toward her before jogging up the steps to a desk in the back row.
She can't help but watch him plop down in the seat, an easy grin still on his face as he waves to her. She turns away in a huff, gently sitting down in her seat, angry more at herself than him for the fluttering in her stomach that tells her he isn't the only one hoping they share another class next term.
this is the cutest!!! i'll go to the corner and cry. bye!
i rewind the tape but all it does is pause on the very moment all was lost
other version here and my shop
:)
The intimacy of thinking about each other at the same time.
this literally made my day! :))
The way that they’re literally Wolfstar
Dark haired and sarcastic wizard and black sheep of the family
Brown haired and charming British werewolf
wish i could be the old lady in the moon....
Quotes: 1.) Louise Glück, From Averno; “Blue Rotunda” 2.) Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous 3.) Clarice Lispector, from Selected Crônicas; “Excess and Privation ,” 4.) Rachel Cusk, on the reception of Aftermath, as cited in Olivia Sudjic’s Exposure
Art: 1.) Daniel F. Gerhartz 2.) Adrian Ghenie, Henrik Uldalen 3.) Helene Delmaire, Glenn Brown 4.) Alexandra Levasseur
.......
It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. Lightly, lightly— it’s the best advice ever given me. So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly.
aldous huxley
so basically we be dreaming of HEAVEN! :)
Daydreaming about moving to London and opening a coffee shop with a library. The shop would be dark academia costumized and there would be poetry, literature or art nights for everyone to express themselves and discuss about different point of views.