“james Is The Sun” Yes, As In Hes Flashy And Burns People For Fun And When He Finally Does Die Everybody

anti prongsfoot/lilypad/jilypad are actually missing out on some of the cutest ship names

lilypad is soooo adorable are u kidding

prongsfoot eats and its not even a stretch like quillkiller or nobleflower (not hating, those are my favs ships but if you arent in the know u would have no idea which characters theyre referring to)

“the gaylors are going to have a field day with this”

so you agree, it seems gay? it’s queer coding? you see it too.

cant forget these things~~~~ for extra silliness

three internet trends i will (regrettably) probably never grow out of:

• typing in a cresCENDO TO EXPRESS EXCITEMENT • …………..unnecessarily……. long……….. ellipsis’ • puttinfh a typo in eveyr other word to shwo u dont really give a fukc but u actually do

reggie being james little brother </3

obsessed with it

So I know I’m out here on my own, but I literally love writing platonic Jegulus. So much snark. So much eye rolling. So much Regulus throwing up into a bucket when James and Sirius kiss in front of him ❤️

Omg the way I’m screaming and smiling and kicking my feet over your addition to my dribble ❤️It’s amazing and I love it!!

omg i just saw this (still newish to tumblr) !

this is exactly how i felt when u responded to mine 🫶

James wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but the dizziness that overtook his entire body when Sirius whispered in his ear, his hips grinding against James’ arse, was from a whole different kind of drug.

He was almost tempted to dance off beat just to feel his friend redirect him again, hand pressing burns into his hip. But it felt even better when he did something right and Sirius whispered praises, breath brushing against the shell of his ear.

Ever the show off, he perused the dance floor for inspiration. Something flashy. His eyes kept drifting back to the couple dancing in front of them, one man wearing a hickey into the other’s neck.

Now, how to entice Sirius to do that to him?

There.

James bent over at the waist, keeping his arse firmly pressed against Sirius. Then he shook it, drinking in the way his mate’s grip clenched against his hips.

More, James thought, his competitive spirit and thrill at pleasing Sirius sending blood rushing to his head.

He popped a squat—his body flesh with Sirius’ the whole time—turning around to face Sirius, and grinned. He hoped his expression looked flirtatious and conniving, but there was a near 100% chance it was just goopy and giggly. James kept eye contact with his mate as he slowly stood up, swaying his hips and running his hands up the backs of Sirius’s legs, fingers learning every crook and bend of his body.

He stop one hand on Sirius’ backend, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and let the other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.

“How’s that, Pads?” James said under his breath. His whole body shook from nerves so violently that he couldn’t muster more than a whisper.

His mind nearly spiralled into the ‘oh my god, what have I just done’ territory when Sirius’s arm looped back around his waist, pulling him closer. With his other hand Sirius gently held James’ jaw.

“So you do have a little gay in you.” Sirius smirked.

James gulped. “A lot more than a little.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

listen, the “lottie isn’t callie/wilderness baby’s stepdad, shes the dad who stepped up” jokes are funny, but she’s really shown zero parental behaviour towards either of them. all she’s done is cross boundaries and enforce an uncomfortable amount of ownership over shauna’s kids. it’s creepy, and i’m afraid for callie.

shauna’s kids seem like her pet project, her sacrifice to the wilderness.

we see lottie constantly looking for a connection to the wilderness. first she was the yellowjacket’s guru, but once she lost that she looked to travis to reconvene with ‘It’. she tells him verbatim that she lost her ability to speak to It, and soon after forces him to take more psilocybin.

she was attached to wilderness baby because she deemed it important to the wilderness and needed to insert herself in that importance. when she ‘mourns’ the wilderness baby during the summer solstice celebration she makes it about herself and the wilderness religion. she’s thanking the baby for sacrificing itself for the girls, instead of having some sensitivity for shauna for losing her child.

callie, she’s decided, has ‘power’, and is “the most connected to the wilderness out of anyone who wasn’t actually a yellowjacket”. she’s using callie to get that connection back for herself.

evolution of my dnd pc :))))

she’s a former pirate captain turned fighter lich (dead from 27-47 which explains the age)

Friendly reminder that John Gaius, in TLT universe, is on Tumblr RIGHT NOW. Friendly reminder that he could be reblogging your mutual's post AT THIS MINUTE. friendly reminder that who knows, maybe that random account that just liked your post about bones? IT COULD BE JOD-

can i propose no-bow-nery

The masculine connotation of a bow tie and the feminine connotation of a bow on the top of the head implies a nonbinary bow style placed directly over the nose