Me When Prongsfoot Is My Fav Ship But I Get Sad Whenever Jily Divorce/arent Together

This poll is being ran purely out of curiosity, and I ask that you please specify where exactly you hc James to be from in the comments or reblogs !!

Edit: I forgot to put both south asian or middle eastern bc I'm an idiot who's bad at geography. If you see him as either, please put other and explain which country(ies) you hc him to be from !! Both regions will be included in the next poll I do

i love how suzanne just gives us a little treat by mentioning the katniss plant every book. like here u go. ik u miss our girl. she's fine. enjoy lowercase katniss

The Emperor Undying, the Kindly Prince, Necroslut Prime.

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

when jily exists, sirius is james’s best friend

when prongsfoot exists, lily is james’s best friend

when jilypad exists, they are besties tyvm

your conscious movements have already been planned by your brain milliseconds before you decided to make them :)

they had people make random arm movements and report when exactly they decided to make them, all while recording their brain activity

i think this says some really neat stuff about how we view consciousness. esp in joint with the fact that damaging certain areas of your brain can change your personality fundamentally

once upon a time is the theatre kid version of riverdale

do you think obi wan and cody would always tell each other that "duty comes first" and they both know it should but also they are both kinda lying to themselves cause they both see each other as more important than their duty, they just can't act on it. and then order 66 happens. and obi wan finds out that it was an order from palpatine. and he thinks that after everything, duty did come first for cody.

james: does incest make people abnormally hot?

remus: i don't think so

regulus walking past:

james: yeah, you're right. sirius is an anomaly

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.