CAN’T FEEL MY FACE - THE WEEKND (I don’t know if you even realize you’re doing it, but you mouth along with the words every time this song comes on the radio) HARD OUT HERE - LILY ALLEN (yeah, yeah, it’s a girly song but Lily speaks true) HERE - ALESSIA CARA (I don’t think anyone has ever described so well what it’s like to party with our classmates. At least, I assume, I don’t know, you’re the one who actually gets invited, you tell me) STRAWBERRY SWING - FRANK OCEAN (I know you love Coldplay, but trust me - one you hear this, you’ll never go back to the original) GRADE 8 - ED SHEERAN (idk, this song just reminds me of you) WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE - ADELE (all hail Adele - this is my favorite off her new album) YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE - JAMIE CULLUM (words to live by) SUPER TROUPER - ABBA (I’ll be in the crowd in spirt. Have a good game)
Hi, I am specifically interested in fun headcanon, preferably marauder era or after war/next gen. Basically just nothing that happens in the time the series is happening. I'd love if you would post this so other people could reply with some of theirs too! Thank you
oh lordy me you done opened a door xD I will give myself 5 minutes to write down every headcanon of mine that comes to mind and that will be all.
During the first war to de-stress, Sirius started a tradition of going to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show in full costume. Of course he went as Frank N Furter, Lily would go as Columbia, Marlene as Magenta, Frank and Alice as Brad and Janet, and Remus always tried to be Riff-Raff but gave into the pressure to be Rocky, little gold shorts and all. James and Peter never understood.
Neville papered bits of his room, and later places in the Leaky cauldron, with the candy wrappers his mother would give him.
Harry was an accident and a great source of stress for Lily and James. Neither thought bringing a child into the war they were losing was a good idea and they both thought they were too young.
Audrey Weasley is a muggle who works for the British Govt, she and Percy stayed int he same building when he was in London and they would chat in the lift on their way to work in the morning. Shes as fascinated with the wizarding world as Arthur is with the muggle and everyone loves it when the two get together to talk.
Neville and Hannah first bonded in 6th year when her mom had been killed and she’d been escorted from herbology. She was the first person besides Harry he told about his parents. (sorry thats ones from the series but I was typing so fast I couldn’t think about it) but
It was a somber night in the Gryffindor common room. Lily, Marlene, and the Mauraders were all sat around the radio on the coffee table by the sofas and chairs. They had found a secret station from word of mouth, one that read off those who had been found or reported dead from the incidents lately. Lily’s other friends, Dorcas and Mary, had planned on going to the library tonight, but she knew they just wanted to get away from the attitude that had been going around. Lily could admit that her and the rest of them hadn’t been all that pleasant to be around lately, but more and more people were dying every day, there was reason to be sad.
As the radio announcer began to read off the list of the dead for the day everyone began to hold hands with whoever they were sitting next to. James’ hand was sweaty in hers, holding it a bit too tight and just slightly too big to fit right. Lily didn’t care, she knew he could feel her nails chewed down to the nubs, her long bony fingers that didn’t fit her petite hands and how rough and dry they were. That didn’t stop either of them from keeping their hands together, and their bodies pressed close.
Not one person in the common room was speaking, all breath was held as they selfishly prayed not to hear names of those they knew. It had been a good week for them, but a bad week for some families and friends of them as entire families perished.
“… Charlus and Dorea Potter.” The radio read off, continuing on as if those two names didn’t mean the world to two of the boys sitting in this room. It’s always a shock to discover your loved ones are not as important to everyone as they are to you.
“James.” Lily murmured, the same time Sirius’ name was spoken from Marlene. Lily had never seen James so stiff, there wasn’t a glint of humor in his eyes. James and SIrius both had always been close to James’ parents, Lily knew that he was very protective and involved in his family which gave her absolutely nothing she could say.
How do you console someone who found out they just lost all of their family over a radio?
Lily knew she couldn’t really console him, there was nothing she could say to make this situation better. She just did what he did when she needed it, wrapping her arms around him and letting him curl up into her, his head resting in the crook of her neck.
headcanon that James was /really/ into Christmas. As in, after Lily took him to meet her parents, he would spend HOURS putting up lights the muggle way.
“Lily, it’s more authentic”.
Lily would just roll her eyes and hand him another string, while side-eyeing the christmas tree James had precariously perched next to there chimney because “You can never have too many Christmas trees Lils!”
“No, it’s a shite song,” Remus says, “For fuck’s sake Padfoot, leave it. It’s a ridiculous song, I have better taste in music, you need to stop.”
“Nyeh, nyeh,” Sirius reaches for the dial and Remus bats his hand away, “Stop being such an adult, Merlin’s sake. James tell him.”
“Sorry Pads, Moony has a point, it’s a rubbish song,” says James, frowning at the recipe for Christmas pudding, “Is this much a teaspoon, d’you think?”
“It’s too much James, d’you want to burn our insides out?”
“That’s barely a pinch, Merlin you’re such a drama queen –“
Sirius places a hand over James’ mouth, “Not important, the song is important.”
Remus turns the dial on the radio, searching for another radio station, “the song is disgusting is what it is and you’re a disgrace to the Marauders with your weird disco fetish –“
“It’s not weird, YMCA is a great song, the best song,” Sirius tackles Remus and the two struggle with each other for the radio, till Remus, using the advantage of his height and his sharp elbows, manages to shove Sirius out of the way and tunes into WWN.
“It’s weird,” says Peter, as he carefully counts out the candied oranges for the pudding, “It’s really weird Padfoot. Disco is weird. That song is weird.”
“Guys, the pudding – the merits of prog wrock over disco is literally the least important thing we have to worry about.”
“No, humans are for a moment, music is forever,” says Sirius wisely, snatching the radio back, “Lily doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.”
“Ooh, that’s rude Padfoot. Shall I spank him James?”
James throws eggs at the two of them, “You're appalling. Both of you. Dunno why McG and Dumbles made you prefect.”
“It’s his eyes. Large doe-eyes,” says Sirius, examining his jumper.
Remus tackles him.
“Anyway,” says Peter, after Sirius and Remus have cleaned themselves up and settled all their differences, “Don’t you think it’s irreverent?”
“What’s irreverent?” Sirius asks him, pinching a piece of candied orange before Peter can smack his hands away.
“Mucking around. Arguing about a stupid song on the radio –“
“It’s not stupid, Merlin’s beard –“
“Irrelevant,” says Peter, “You’re completely missing the point. The joking around’s fine and all, but it feels so strange, joking around while a bunch of terrorist arseholes tear up the countryside ‘cos they’re losing their droit de seigneurs or whatever. It feels irreverent.”
“What would you suggest then, Worms?”
“I don’t know,” Peter says, after a moment, “I wish I did, but I don’t. We’re already fighting, so I don’t know what else we could do.”
“I dunno Wormtail,” James rubs his chin thoughtfully, “Don’t you think that serious times need cheer and goodwill even more'n others?”
“’Course,” he replies, “I feel like there’s a difference between cheer and goodwill and arguing about an insignificant pop song – even if it’s all a lark. Y’know?”
“We could always sing Happy Christmas War is Over if that makes you happy Wormtail,” says Remus, putting the pudding into the oven, “Sit around in a circle and light candles and talk about world peace and other hippie shite, if that makes you happy.”
“I’m just saying –“
“We get what you’re saying Worms,” Sirius says kindly, “We’ve been fighting on the frontlines. We’ve seen shit that we shouldn’t have, not by eighteen. We know this isn’t a bloody joke. No one’s trying to be irreverent or treat this like a game.”
“It’s a weapon as much as our wands,” James says, unexpectedly, “We can’t carry all the burdens of the world on our shoulders. We’d give up.”
“Can’t help but feel like we should try –“
“Merlin’s beard, Worms, you can’t carry all the weight of the world on your shoulders, it’s impossible, you’d go balmy – this is just Britain; what about the rest of the –“
“Shhh,” says Remus, suddenly, “Is that the news on the wireless?”
“Don’t be daft. It’s not the time for the news –“
“Turn it up,” James’ expression is dead serious all of a sudden.
The Bones family was found murdered this morning in their family home in the wizarding village of Pen Rhionydd, better known as Helga’s Hollow. Edgar Bones, along with his wife Alexis Bones and his two sons – aged 10 and 11 – and his daughter – age 6 – were found by their neighbour, Eugenia Boothe when she went over to wish them in the morning. The exact details of the murders are unknown at the moment, though the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has confirmed that they were murdered by members of the terrorist group who call themselves the Death Eaters –
James sinks to the floor, his shoulders shaking and Sirius looks as though he’s about to throw up.
Remus switches off the radio and turns to Peter.
“Merry fucking Christmas, Peter,” he says quietly, “I hope you’re satisfied,” and then leaves the room.
both lorde and lili were in Yanina fashion clothes at the iheart radio festival, lili seems to like lorde quite a bit and of course they have a similar sense of style.. haha just shows on what level lili is
okay, so i know i posted this last night, but it apparently deleted itself?? idk, here have it again, all cleaned up and sparkly-ish this time. ik the most important question that comes out of this, and the answer is yes, ferrero roche cupcakes do exist. i know it’s been a while, but life has sucked really hard recently, so. blame mother n.
“you own the best bakery in town and i need an insane amount of [cupcakes] for this party au”
“Hello, this is Lily from Oh, Crumbs, how may
I help you today?” Lily asks before she even has the phone to her ear.
There’s a pause on the other
end and Lily almost hangs up because her morning hasn’t been great; the old
oven they’ve been meaning to replace for months finally broke down halfway
through baking a batch of cheese and bacon pasties.
“Uh, hi.” A male voice greets from the other
end. His voice is deep, and there’s a slight crackle to it that tells her he
“Hi,” she smiles at the clock on the wall,
despite knowing he can’t see her. Customer
service at its finest, she thinks, reaching for the pad of paper and pen a
few inches away from where she’s sitting. “How can I help?”