Vivi Truthers Rise

lily inciting the plot of HP by killing Voldemort with the power of love and narcissa ending it because of her love (I mean I headcanon it as accompanied by an ideological conversion but that is not the intended takeaway) make narlily an incredibly compelling ship

theres this wnba player who is clearly gay (like butch, tats, tongue piercing, publicly-had-a-gf gay), but recently a vid of her saying “im gay” got popular and a few people were like “omg shes for the girls !!” and people would reply like “uhhh yeah!? it was kinda obvious”

on like one hand i agree, walks like a duck etc

but also theres a a certain impact about someone existing as gay vs. saying “im gay”

i had no doubt she was queer but hearing her say it gives me butterflies (literally everytime i see the vid and not just cuz i may have a crush) because ive gotten to the point in my journey where i feel so normal being wlw that i kinda forget straight ppl exist so seeing celebs date women was like really awesome but also well yeah???? but hearing someone say the words im gay!? like youre like me!? im not alone!?

liking girls is one thing. love is natural, banal.

being gay in the world? having that label on you? thats a walking target,

but its also a community

hearing someone you admire claim themselves as part of it feels soooo good

i love that were getting to a point where coming out is desuetude and gay ppl can just exist but its nice to hear the pride and outright claiming of the label

I don't usually make an au but OHHH MY GOD marauders-star wars au i will CRY

republic of hallowed is like the empire

wizangemot, the previous senate

YKNOW YKNOW YKNOW

James, from a previously noble house of the wizangemot then turned smuggler before it fell to the republic of hallowed

Sirius, force sensitive, from a renowned family known by the colour of their robes (Black) and their lightsabers (red). Defected and on the run

Remus, smuggler even before the fall of the senate and definitely has ties with the Order (rebels), but more pressingly is trying to get out of an old deal he had made with Greyback.

Peter, (SECRETLY) force sensitive, joined their crew as a mechanic but surprisingly pretty handy with a gun !!! He is a part of the rebels before any of the others, an established secrets dealer (and we all know how that can go downhill)

Lily, one of the last remaining jedi (she's really still a padawan) and a part of the resistance, mourning her best friend who was killed following order 66, and still confused about how she could have been spared by the sith.

Severus. I mean. He turned. He was a padawan with Lily before the call from the dark side became too strong, took part in the slaughter of many of the remaining jedi, could not bring himself to kill Lily, so he lied to his master after he spared her. He still got that light side in him tho

SOO many thoughts on the house of black I could SCREAM, and just generally feeling the rush

i made the original supercontinent for my planet, as well as the subsequent split continents, and then the present supercontinent so i “could get the mountain ranges and volcano types correct” for my fictional map

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

ask and ye shall receive

someone needs to draw them as this NEOW (tag me if u actually do)

on joints and movies | frat au prongsfoot | 652 words

It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair.

It’s the only thing Sirius has been able to think all day. It isn’t fair, on violent repeat in his head, and it isn’t. Just last night, James had been on top of him— James, with his beautiful brown eyes and his soft honey skin and everything else that Sirius is addicted to— and now they’re back to being friends.

It isn’t fair, but it’s the only way it can be. Because for all the drunken nights and kisses and confessions, neither of them are gay. They aren’t. James runs through girls at a pace that is truly impossible to keep up with, and Sirius— Sirius has had sex with girls before, and it’s not unbearable. They seem to like it, at least, always wanting to spend the night and get coffee in the morning, and that’s more than can be said for James.

“Here,” James reaches over his shoulder, offering the joint to Sirius. He’s sat on the floor in front of the couch where Sirius is perched, watching Superbad for what must be the millionth time. One of the sororities had an event tonight that’s left the house mostly empty, and so it’s just the two of them in the living room.

Sirius takes the joint and puts it in his mouth to take a puff. He’s glad James is facing away from him. All day, he’s been putting forth a very concerted effort to not think about the pit in his stomach or the way his heart skips a beat every time James looks at him, but it’s futile, now. All he can think is it’s not fair, and all he can remember is the feeling of James’ fingers wrapped around him.

It might never happen again— maybe that’s what scares Sirius the most. Last night could’ve been the last time James ever touches him, and he’ll have to be at ease with that. This thing wasn’t ever going to last very long, anyway. James will pick one of his girls to start dating, and Sirius will find one that he doesn’t hate very much, and this entire thing will be a faded memory, a dalliance they might laugh over with their wives. 

Except, as his fingers brush James’ handing the joint back, he knows it won’t. Not for him. James is facing away from him, like he always is, and Sirius is melting into the couch. Sirius is being soaked up by the beer-stained fabric, and James doesn’t notice. Sirius is thirty years in the future still clutching on to the memory of James kissing his neck, and James is married with kids who don’t know that he experimented in college. 

By the time the credits roll, Sirius is doing his best to hold back tears. The weed wasn’t a good idea— it makes everything feel worse, every emotion feel amplified. It makes it all feel inescapable: that he can’t keep brushing off what he feels about James, that it means far more than what he’s been telling himself it does, and that none of this changes the fact that it means absolutely nothing to James.

They sit in silence until the screen fades to black, and even then it takes a minute for James to reach for the remote. Once the TV is turned off, James sets the remote back on the floor and turns to Sirius with those big, gorgeous eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Sirius’ heart stutters in his chest, because this is James. This is his best friend, his roommate, his soulmate. James, who isn’t a distant and apathetic love interest— he’s Sirius’ friend. And he’s right there, right in front of Sirius, and he knows that something is wrong.

“Can we talk about it later?”

They won’t, but James agrees. It’s enough, the little admission that there is something. It isn’t fair, but it’s enough.

i’m listening 👀

the best genre of media is lesbians who cannibalize each other

“immortality sucks becuase little moments wont matter anymore when 100 years is nothing to you”

practice mindfullness, you have eternity to master it

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

_shooting stars, falling objects_ where james only saves snape from the prank because he doesnt want sirius to get expelled

thats my boy 🫶

"James would get mad at Sirius after the prank." Dude, James is high fiveing Sirius, kissing his cheek, and telling him that he loves the way he thinks while asking him nicely not to murder people.