“reg Was The Golden Child” NO He Was A Ugly Wet Cat Loser Spare

james gay awakening: 6 yrs old, his best friend peter

james first crush: 12 yrs old, his quidditch captain frank

james first relationship: 16 yrs old, his classmate lily

james soulmate: 19 yrs old, his roommate sirius

peters gay awakening: 11 yrs, his friend sirius black

peters first crush: 13 yrs, his best friend james potter

peters first relationship: 18 yrs, his classmate sybil

James Potter was in love with Peter Pettigrew at least once in his life idc

no one asked me to explain this but i want to

plato has a quote “opinion is the medium between knowledge and ignorance”

in the pilot episode, misty receives a prank call from some girls accusing her of doing anal, to which she responds quoting plato. or rather, misquoting plato

she says “opinion is the WILDERNESS between knowledge and ignorance”

i see this as intentional on the writers part since the word “wilderness” holds a lot of weight in the yellowjackets universe. the girls use “wilderness” to refer to the force/deity they encounter in the wild and blame for all the sinister things that take place/that they do

many people theorize whether or not the “wilderness” is supernatural or if it is a figment of the girls imagination that they use to cope with what happened in the canadian rockies

i argue that the show will never reveal the answer. the question itself is the main theme of the show, and the writers toy with us using plausible deniability with any supernatural event (lottie’s schizophrenia, tai’s genetic mental health issue (??), etc.)

i believe this because of the aforementioned misty line; the writers told us plainly that this “wilderness” the girls believe in is a result of the blind spot between ignorance and knowledge about what is really going on

we will never know if the “wilderness” is real or not, because the only thing that is real is that the yellowjackets did what they had to do to survive and now they have to live with it

i want to give the Yellowjackets writers kudos for dropping the line “opinion is the wilderness between knowledge and ignorance” in the pilot episode

and i want to send my condolences that it has gone so far unnoticed

phenomenal theme foreshadowing

the fact that lily and james BOTH chose sirius to be the godfather to their only son, knowing that they were in a war, hunted by voldemort, and would likely die.

like the bond is already there between all three of them. prongsfoot is basically half canon, jily is canon, and lilypad exchange letters + have a deep amount of trust for the other

jily and prongsfoot are the only agreed upon soulmates in the marauders canon (whether ypu believe it romantic or platonic)

it would be such a natural, believable evolutiom for jilypad to exist

but no, we ship jily with their best man/best friend/godfathers blood supremacist brother whom they never canonically interacted with

we ship the muggle born and blood traitor with the death eater

over the blood traitor black who they both loved

why ship jegulily when jilypad is right there

"Sirius loved James the most and got jealous when James talked to another" I say into the microphone of a disgusted crowd.

The crowd boos and I sigh, walking off the stage with my shoulders slumped, preparing my will of leaving all my letters that say, "James was the one Sirius truly loved the most" to my cat named "Prongs". Suddenly, some bodyguard aurors come in, grabbing my arms, taking me somewhere. "This one is definitely the girl, time to take her to the white room with rats". My eyes widened in realisation. The- the room with rats. I screamed, high pitched and deafening, "Please, I-I beg, I have a wi-"

"She's right."

I look up, startled, I see a tall, beyond handsome man in perfectly tailored Gryffindor robes. Sirius Black. Black stood there, smirking like the smug git he was.

The crowd gasped as Sirius Orion bloody Black stood there, confirming the once believed to be impossible. The aurors let my arms go, confusion bestowed upon their faces.

I crawl on my knees at Sirius' feet like he was some type of Greek god, assuming this is what Sirius would do to the James both Sirius and I have mentioned before.

"Th-thank you, I can now peacefully return home to my wife and cats at home". The crowd gasped. I looked around with my tear-stricken face as the bodyguard aurors from before looked horrified like I just announced I was the next survivor of the killing curse. They looked in their notes, "Thi- this can't be true! It just can't be".

My confusion deepened as they pulled out new papers, "In her reports, it says she doesn't ship Wolfstar. Yet here she says she has a wife and cats at home, and she's a woman". I looked around, the crowed murmuring in confusion at my lesbianism.

"How's that possible?"

"A non-homophobic- no, a lesbian- saying they don't ship Wolfstar?

"She's bluffing"

"Perhaps we've all just been wrong this whole time and we've just never see-"

"Oh, silence, don't talk with that nonsense"

Some noises upon the stage brought my attention along with the crowds. Everyone saw that the smug prat Sirius Black had dragged the James Potter himself, wearing Sirius' leather jacket, holding him tightly, saying he'd let everyone die if it meant James would be safe. I swore I saw a dust of pink across the aloof Black's cheeks.

The bodyguards dropped the notes, their hands trembling.

The crowd all had different levels of astonishment, and I swear I saw someone faint. Beaming, I confidently say into the fallen microphone.

"SIRIUS LOVED JAMES THE MOST AND GOT JEALOUS WHEN JAMES TALKED TO ANOTHER"

prongsfoot with james as the cav and sirius as the necro

he pulls a harrowhark after james dies

saint of hubris or courage

no longer sorting my blorbos by hogwarts house or deity parent or whatever. instead taking every duo I’ve ever obsessed over and deciding who would be necromancer and who would be cav and most importantly what would their epithet be if they became lyctors

James had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the soft touches, roving eyes, and deep kisses. He bought flowers and wrote poems and he got good at it.

He got good at faking it to Lily. He never thought he’d have to fake it with Lily.

He’d gotten so good it at that he almost forgot what attraction really felt like until he accidentally walked in on Sirius stepping out of the shower, wet hair hanging over his forehead.

And James was a good guy, so he told Lily, saying the words for the first time out loud: I’m gay.

It was the most agonizing thing he’d done in his life. After years and years of professing his love, convincing her to go out with him, just to turn around and tell her he never felt a thing at all when she finally loved him back.

What hurt too was that Lily was good. She was beautiful and kind and smart, and she forgave him. But James couldn’t forgive himself for letting that perfect life with her slip from under his grip. The picture perfect marriage like his parents had, the picture perfect kids he and Lily would have had. She would’ve made a great mother.

What hurt most was that he couldn’t confide in his best friend. He couldn’t. But how to keep a secret from someone you shared everything with? When that was the exact reason he couldn’t confide in Sirius; they’d shared everything: touches and hugs and beds and kisses. If he opened up about being gay then he’d have shared that with his best friend too, implicating all of their intimate moments.

James was in love with Lily Evans.

That was a fact of life. At least it was for James, and so it would remain for Sirius.

He’d tell Sirius that Lily dumped him, that she’d given him a chance, but found nothing to come of it. They’d go to a club, get drunk, then he’d make out with some random girl and it would all be okay.

Then Sirius offered they go to London’s number one gay club.

James was fucked.

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.

Do not pity the dead Harry, pity the living, and above all, pity those who believe that Sirius Black was short, stupid, overly dramatic, obsessed with his looks, weepy, couldn't perform regular functions without help, and needed to be protected by his boyfriend

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Severus: i'm telling you, Potter and Black might be...involved!

Lily: okay, first Lupin is a werewolf and now this? enough with these theories Sev!

3 years later, on James's birthday

*Sirius and James just quietly staring at each other thinking no one else is watching*

Lily: oh...oh my god

James didn’t want to take the shots Sirius offered him. His brain was already working at a solid 0.5 synapses per minute and alcohol would blur his thoughts even further.

He wanted to think on this. Puzzle it over, pull it apart, follow all his options around and around like they were the tiny footsteps on the Marauder’s Map.

Forget his whole plan, ignoring Sirius, kissing a random girl. Being straight.

Something much more important had entered his field of vision and he was locked in like a homing missile.

Sirius was gay. Why didn’t it click? Was it the plethora of mystery women he’d bragged about bagging? Or was it James’ own commitment to wallowing, to hunting something he could never achieve. His own marriage to the game, his own boredom of winning.

Would this change his plans? It didn’t have to, logically. But something deep down in James’ gut told him that this needed to change everything. He needed it to change everything.

He was thinking for too long, no doubt boring holes into Sirius’ forehead with his scrutinizing eyes and furrowed brows, and that wasn’t a nice way to react to your best friend coming out to you.

So James decided to be a good boy and take his shots.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” he said, wiping smears of rum from his lips. “If you like it here, then so do I.”

Turns out the scary part wasn’t admitting to himself he was gay, or even telling his long term girlfriend. It was being gay, existing undeniably in a gay space, with his gay best friend that he was in love with standing in front of him, watery eyeliner framing his perfect eyes, biting his lip, buff arms hanging languidly from the liquor at his sides.

Sirius was simultaneously the most beautiful and horrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And it was time to be a Gryffindoor.

James grabbed one of Sirius’ arms and swiveled them towards the dance floor, the disky-ball Sirius had mentioned sending stars twirling over everything.

He took a deep breath, letting the liquor cloud his whirling mind, letting it take the wheel. “Teach me,” he said. “How a bloke dances in a gay club.”

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.