sometimes it looks shit

how to achieve the “2000s music video” look, aside from obvious things like styles and trends and sets

-low frame rate
-harsh lighting/shadows
-high contrast in post
-make the image square (that’s optional) just as long as the image fills the screen vertically

boom. now you know

anonymous asked:



the phrase “cows milk is made for baby cows” is like…the most wild shit ive EVER heard. like do yall honestly literally not know that cows produce way more milk than the baby is even capable of drinking and they literally NEED to be milked every day or it will hurt their udder?? like seriously??

voltron characters as things i have heard people actually say in my ap classes part two:

sendak: “i would willingly stab out my own eye with this pencil if it means i look more badass”

haxus: “sometimes i just look at myself in the mirror and think ‘holy shit i’m so attractive’ or ‘who the fuck dragged this piece of shit out of the garbage’ and there’s just no in between”

thace: “sometimes i sigh so loud that i’m genuinely surprised my lungs aren’t catapulted from my chest cavity”

prorok: “wow can you believe you get to breathe the same air as me ??? you must be blessed *finger guns*”

rolo: “wanna hear about the time i saw jesus after mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline ??? lol i don’t know how i’m alive either but i got my essay done in like twenty minutes”

nyma: “i got an 89 on the last essay and a 36 on the one we just got back and all i can say is get you a girl that can do both”

shay: “*shoving cloth into her bag from the theater department* i keep telling everyone that i own cats but it’s a lie. its a dirty dirty lie these are for the raccoons that visit my backyard. i also buy cat food for raccoons can you believe the predicament i’m in”

kolivan: “bitch i would punt you into the sun no hesitation”

ulaz: “my life is the bee movie except every time someone says ‘essay’ i die just a little more inside”

antok: “everyone says i’m a chill guy but my life is crashing down around me and my internal monologue is one giant keyboard smash on caps lock *takes sip of coffee*”

✧・゚:* Wave^10 *:・゚✧


The visual version of my post that said, “Klavier Gavin actually has bad eyesight and needs glasses, but he wears contacts because he doesn’t want to be mistaken for his brother: especially after what happened in AA4. Sometimes he squints to see shit and it sort of looks like he’s giving bedroom eyes because the man is just so flawlessly sexy and Apollo’s like, ‘Why is he looking at me like that?’ But really Klavier is trying to read what’s on the document Apollo just held up as evidence. ”

frostbittemyheart  asked:

Omfg I love coming on your blog! Makes my experience in Kpop much more fun! Can I request a Jackson scenario? Where a fight turns into sexual tension. #dadsykinks4thewin thank you kindly!

I love you

In trouble:

“Jackson don’t touch me.” You snarled wrenching your wrist from the male’s grip walking into your shared house.

“Really Y/N? You’re going to be like this?” Jackson questioned slamming the door to house kicking off his shoes.

“You know what, screw you Jackson. Why don’t you just go find the girl you were eye fucking and talk it out with her.” You said angrily moving towards the kitchen to rummage through the fridge finding a bottle water to chug down your parched mouth. Sighing Jackson came in the same space as you balling his hands up lightly he eyed you.

“Y/N it’s not like that and you know it.” He urged as he stare at you.

“Really baby?” You asked blinking your eyelashes and of course he fell for it smiling lightly thinking he was off the hook.

“Really baby girl.” He said gently pressing close to you.

“I have words.” You said sweetly smiling. “Piss. Off.” You barked chugging the rest of the water down before you made your way towards the room down the hallway. You heard Jackson growl and punch the way before he came chasing after you into the room.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” He commanded staring at your frame his own body shaking and red.

“I do whatever I want. I don’t see anyone here who owns me.” You snapped at him moving to walk into your closet. “And quite frankly I don’t want any excuses. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight buddy.” You pushed a pillow at him starting to strip your clothes slowly.

“Because you think I was looking at another woman?” Jackson asked with his voice raising and bless the poor neighbors if they heard you. It wasn’t the fact that Jackson had been looking at another woman shit happens and sometimes you do it. You’re human. But that was over the limit. He kept staring at her while you were talking and holding his hand. It was embarrassing to see others look at you and judge your relationship.

“Jackson.. Please. Just get out.” You said softly pointing at the door. Voice quivering and eyes welling up you sighed softly. More than anything you felt your pride being hurt. You weren’t good enough for him. Not sexy enough and if a woman could so easily take his attention then what were you.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jackson shouted. He hated seeing you cry he hated himself for what he had done. It wasn’t like she was all that, she was just different curvy like you but she wasn’t you and he knew in his heart he only wanted to be with you. But how to prove it? “Don’t you cry behind another female or male.”

“HOW CAN I NOT?!” You yelled out tears streaking down our face as you balled up your fist tighter. “You looked at her like how you used to look at me! When did you stop caring Jackson? When did I not become enough for you? When wasn’t I sexy enough or beautiful enough to make your heart melt?! Will you leave me.. Daddy?” You said the name softly looking down at your feet as the running tears made soft dark puddle droplets beside your feet into the light brown carpet. Hearing you call him daddy broke everything in his mind. He only could focus on one thing, his cock stirring in his pants. He knew he had to make it up to you and this was step one. Sex didn’t change everything but it could make you see how needy he was for just you.

Sighing when he didn’t answer you walked out the room wanting to leave the tension filled space but Jackson snapped out of it. Following you he roughly pushed you against the wall causing you to gasp. You were going to scream at him but he silenced you with a kiss his hands ripping at your shirt. He tore the fabric wide open causing you to gasp giving him access to your mouth. He sucked on your tongue with his own dominating the kiss as his hands shoved up your skirt. His fingers found your panties and almost tearing them he roughly moved them to the side plunging two fingers inside of your damp pussy. Jackson pulled back to eye you with intensity and need.

“Do you really think I’d ever leave you for another fucking girl? Do you ever think I can’t fucking live without you? Huh! Your sassy ass mouth and charming ways. And let’s not forget this sweet pussy that I just love cumming in so much. You’re my princess and nobody else will fucking lay hands on you.” His words were almost a growl causing your stomach to tighten up as your pussy got wetter. He quickly gripped at your hips with one hand using his strength to lift you until he was wrapping only one of your legs around his neck and the other around his waist. Pulling back his drenched fingers he tongue fucked you sucking on your pussy harshly. Head moving side to side he made sure to run his tongue over everything once. Curving it and thrusting it rapidly against your spot causing you to cry out and pull at his hair trying to get him away from you but it didn’t work. His free hand gripped at your breast kneading the flesh one by one until he felt you tightening up on his tongue. Pulling out from you he sat you on your feet and spun you around to face the wall pinning you there. His free hand moved to yank down his zipper freeing his shaft. He kept his pants on gripping at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your dripping folds. In one go without warning he slammed into you pushing you both against the wall so that he could feel you up and you could take all of him. You cried out hands bracing on the wall for support but it didn’t last. Jackson pulled your body back a bit so that he could grab at your hips and pound into you. He growled out at how you started to scream for him, your juices sliding out of your wet cunt and onto his shaft. He spread your legs wide pressing a hand down your back making you arch so that he could angle his hips and abuse your spot. Again, and again he plowed into your pussy his hands switching from leaving bruises in your hips to grabbing at your breast and playing with them. Occasionally he slapped at them and pulled on your nipples causing you to damn near sob against the wall from the pleasure and pain. A hand drifted down to your clit and he rubbed at the bud quickly not giving you any time to prepare for his assault on your pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched more. Legs shaking you were resting your head against the wall so that you could hold yourself up in some kind of way. You couldn’t even warn Jackson of how close you were because all that left your lips were gibberish mixed in with his name but in a few more thrusts he had you shouting for mercy, cumming on his cock and going limp in his hold. Jackson pressed you back against the wall continuing to abuse your clit and fuck into you from behind slamming his hips against yours. You tried to pull away your body was sensitive and buzzing but he didn’t have that. Causing you to squirt as you came again Jackson filled you up to the brim his cock releasing long thick ropes of cum inside of you. Jackson felt his own legs buck and he held you against the wall letting both of your breathing calm down before he spoke.

“The fact that you think I would leave you. For anyone amazes me. I may look but I know what I have, or I wouldn’t be with you. You’re an amazing woman and I was an asshole for checking her out like that. And I could blame it on being a man or I can just man up and say I’m sorry. So, I apologize and if it happens again I will take whatever repercussion you give me. But I love you Y/N. Your pussy, your body and your smart-ass mouth and attitude. You’re my world and no matter what no woman will be able to change that.” He waited for an answer but when you didn’t say anything he looked at you frowning seeing more tears.

“I’m not crying.. You’re crying.” You teased shoving at him. “I love you too. But you’re still sleeping on the couch. After you carry me and bathe me.” You teased him but he only thrusted his hips forward wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Or we could both stay here and fuck like rabbits until I get it right.”

Just sibblings being sibblings 

As soon as I found out this meme had 7 people and there was 7 ship children, I had to fucking draw this. I was too lazy to color rn XD

Candy - @chainsaw-lass101
Tootsie Pop - @mamajebbun
Ice Cream - @linnasistar
Cotton and Truffle - @luckycharmy19
Courgette - @velvetcirrus
Ferrero - @jacksasksblog

wjishing-jimin  asked:

hii can i request the number thingy?49 and 63 with jimin🙈angsty and fluffy in the end ty💕

Prompt request: “We’re just friends.” + “I thought you loved her.”

Pairing: Jimin/Reader

Genre: Angst + Eventual Fluff

Summary: Although Jimin’s been your friend for ages, there’s something, or someone, he’s been hiding from you. You’re not sure what hurts the most–Jimin’s lies or the truth.

Word count: 1.7k words

“Drinks for the cute couple?” the barista smiled down at you, holding up a tray carrying two drinks. The girl was probably not much older than you and Jimin.

“We’re just friends,” Jimin laughed, glancing up briefly from his phone as the barista set the drinks in front of you. “But thanks.”

You and Jimin sat on the patio of a small café, basking in the warm rays of the summer sun. Slowly, you began to nurse your iced coffee, the condensation from the glass dripping onto your hands. Jimin sat in front of you, iced cappuccino on the table, untouched, while he texted on his phone.

Jimin had been on his phone since you had arrived at the café, a huge smile on his face as he stared at the screen. You stared at him while you drank, and he noticed nothing.

You and Jimin had been good friends for several years, ever since you met during freshman year of high school. Your friendship was strong, and hardly anything came between you two.

But you did have your secrets.

Something you intended to hide from Jimin indefinitely was the fact that you were in love with him–you had been for years now. He was an overwhelmingly kind and considerate person, and you were one of the lucky few that got to experience his affection, both emotional and physical. But there were boundaries in your friendship, and you didn’t want to ruin the fragile balance you had worked so hard to create.

Jimin had hidden something from you for years, too. Ever since you met Jimin, he would disappear onto his phone. He was always texting somebody, grinning softly as he did so. In the earlier years of your friendship, you had asked him who he was always talking to. Jimin never failed to avoid the question, and in the years you had known him, you never even learned the name of the person who constantly occupied Jimin’s thoughts.

“Jimin,” you called softly, unable to hide the frustration seeping into your voice, “if you’re going to be on your phone the entire time, why’d you ask me to hang out?”

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jimin said, not sounding very apologetic. He glanced up at you and offered you a small smile, which was nothing compared to the grin he wore when he texted. “It’s just something important. I’ll put my phone away soon.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the irrational pang of jealousy you felt. Jimin had always treated you well, and you were in no position to demand more from him.

After a few more minutes of silence, save for the sound of Jimin’s fingers tapping away, he finally set his phone onto the table and turned his attention to you. Jimin grabbed his drink and sipped loudly.

“So me and the guys were thinking about going to the cottage for the weekend,” Jimin began, speaking around his straw. “Do you have any weekends off? Or can you schedule any time off?”

“I can always get someone to cover my Saturday shift,” you thought aloud, staring into what remained of your drink. “I don’t work on–”

Jimin’s ringtone blared, cutting you off mid-sentence. Jimin jumped, surprised, and checked the display of his phone.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” Jimin said, standing up. “I’ll just be a minute, I promise.”

You glanced away from him, but Jimin didn’t wait for your answer. He walked to an emptier section of the patio, his tone bright as he spoke. The bright sound of his laughter drifted through he air, but it only made you sadder.

A storm of negative emotions bombarded you–you felt jealous, insecure, and worthless. You were more upset at yourself than at Jimin. He could keep whatever secrets he wanted from you. It was your fault for falling in love with him, and that’s why everything he did made you hurt so much.

Your eyes stung with unshed tears, in part because of your pathetic crush. And also because whoever Jimin was talking to would always be more important than you.

Quietly, you stood up. Jimin had his back facing you, chattering excitedly away on the phone. He was far enough away that you couldn’t make out what he was saying, which, you supposed, was the point.

With a heavy heart, you turned away and walked home.

That evening, you had a midnight shift at the department store you worked at. As the seconds slowly ticked by, you felt tiredness seeping into our bones. You kept your mind blank as you paced behind the cash register. The story was completely empty, and there was little to do that would entertain you.

Absentmindedly, you hummed along to the song playing softly on the radio. The final minutes of your shift finally came to an end, and the next cashier arrived to relieve you.

You offered the older woman a smile and a brief greeting, which she returned just as unenthusiastically. The employee room was located in the back of the store. You rushed into the room, quickly changing out of your uniform. Even though it was summer, the night air was cold. You slipped on a light sweater.

There was a back exit to the building that connected with the employee room. You pushed open the heavy door and let it shut behind you. You pulled your hood over your head, dreading the long journey home–you hated walking alone at night–and began walking.

“Y/N,” a voice called out in the darkness.

You squeaked, heart skipping a beat, and spun on your heel to locate the source of the voice.

Jimin stood behind you, not properly dressed for the cold night. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his shorts, and he kicked at the ground with his sneakers.

“Let me walk you home,” Jimin said, catching up to you but refusing to meet your eyes.

“It’s okay,” you replied quietly, hating that your voice sounded so uncertain.

“We need to talk, anyway,” Jimin insisted, staring in front of him resolutely. That is exactly what you were dreading.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” you sighed, pressing the palms of your hands against your tired eyes. “I overreacted and that was my fault. I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”

“No, I’m sorry, too,” Jimin said with a sad laugh. He grabbed your arm and forced you to stop walking. He pulled your hands away from your face. “It was rude of me to ignore you like that. I know I take you–wait, Y/N, are you crying!?”

You lifted your hands to your face in surprise. Indeed, your cheeks were stained with warm tears. Blushing, you wiped them away furiously, but your eyes wouldn’t stop watering.

“I’m fine,” you answered in a steady voice that did not match your tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying, but don’t worry.”

“Y/N, please,” Jimin begged, grabbing your hands once again. “Please, just talk to me. I know I’ve been a shitty friend lately, and I’m even making you cry now. I don’t want us to be like this anymore.”

“Trust me, Jimin,” you laughed bitterly, “it’s not your fault. You haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just overthinking things like always, okay?”

“Can you just tell me what you’re thinking?”

You sighed, and a heavy silence fell between the two of you. In the cold, quiet night, Jimin was warm and bright, staring at you with worry and affection. Taking a deep breath, you figured that, for once, you may as well tell him the truth.

“I just feel like shit sometimes,” you admitted, looking away from Jimin’s unwavering gaze. “You’re my best friend–my only close friend, if I’m being honest. I just don’t feel like I’m as important to you as you are to me.”

Jimin pulled you into a tight hug, the breath rushing out of you as you collided with his chest. “That’s not true!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. You’re so important to me.”

You began to cry for real this time, sobs raking through your body. You pulled away from Jimin’s embrace to wipe your tears away. “You never seem happy with me,” you continued shakily. “At least compared to when you’re on your phone. I know you have other friends, Jimin. But we’ve been friends for so long, and you still won’t tell me who she is.”

“Y/N, I can’t tell you who she is,” Jimin sighed, turning to look away from you. “It’s not my choice–I’d tell you if I could. She’s a childhood friend, and our friendship is really important to me, too.”

“Yeah, I got that,” you snorted.

“I don’t know why that’s upsetting you,” Jimin cried, pulling at his hair in frustration. You jumped in surprise at Jimin’s sudden outburst. “She’s one of my oldest friends. I know it’s wrong for me to ignore you when I’m talking to her, but I don’t know why you’re acting so jealous.”

You flinched at Jimin’s choice of words. “It’s because I am,” you whispered, beginning to walk away. “I’m sorry.”

As you hurried down the dark alleyway, Jimin caught up to you and pulled to to a stop again. He turned you around so you were looking him in the eye. “Do you mean it?”

You nodded wordlessly, averting your gaze. In your chest, your heart was thundering wildly. Mostly, you were fearful, but a small part of you held onto the hope that maybe Jimin would return your feelings. “I thought you loved her,” you mumbled.

“Would that matter to you?” Jimin asked, peering into your eyes as if they held the answers. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

“Yes, okay!?” you exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands. “It would. I like you Jimin, and I have for so long.”

“Do you mean it?” Jimin asked after a few moments passed, his voice serious. You peeked up at him through the gaps in your fingers. His face was carefully blank, but you could see him gnawing at his bottom lip. “You really like me?”


Suddenly Jimin laughed, and your hands dropped in shock. He had the brightest smile you had seen on his face in a long time. His eyes turned into tiny crescents as he beamed at you.

“Good, because I like you, too.”

- Girl in Luv

Thanks so much for the request! Sorry it took so long to get to. Hope you enjoyed~


and yet again I try to draw cool shit but cant decide what to go with in the end

also dont let yourself be fooled by the art bc here’s what I think abt it: this can be fucking hilarious

so heres a list of hcs aka a list of things I might have to draw sometimes later bc its ass oclock rn and I gotta travel tomorrow but this is rly good AU why is organization-type AUs so good

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Prompt: Lily’s about to meet James’ parents when she has a minor mental breakdown. 

“Did you know he was a miracle baby?” Lily Evans demanded, storming into the Gryffindor common room and coming to a stop in front of Sirius Black, who had been enjoying a nice nap on the couch.

Sirius blinked awake, bleary-eyed but still somehow annoyingly perfect-looking. “Huh?”

“Your boyfriend! I mean, technically, my boyfriend, but who are we kidding, you’re Sirius and James, he’ll always be your boyfriend.”

Sirius smirked. “We were each other’s first kiss. Let me set the scene: It was a beautiful starry night-”

“Merlin, Black, everyone at Hogwarts knows that story. I have a bloody point.”

“Really?” Sirius yawned pointedly. “‘Cause I haven’t heard one yet.”

“I know,” Lily snarled, grabbing a pillow and whacking him over the head with it with each word, “because you won’t! Fucking! Shut! Up!” She stopped to examine her handiwork and groaned. “Merlin, I messed up your perfect hair, how do you still look like a bloody underwear model?”

He nodded sagely. “Turns out it’s not so much the physical appearance as the raw sexual magnetism. Once I broke my nose at a bar and managed to hook up with the bartender while it was still bleeding.”

“The awful thing about that is it might not even be bullshit,” Lily whined, sitting down in a huff and leaning against him, throwing her head back against the couch.

Sirius grinned down at her. “Nah, total lie.”

She laughed a little. “Isn’t it, like, against Marauder Code or something to admit that?”

“You’re already on the verge of a breakdown,” he shrugged. “Didn’t wanna freak you out any more. Never say I don’t do anything for you, Evans.”

“Thanks, I’ll remember that next time you volunteer to show first years to their classes and then 'accidentally’ send them to walk in on me and James fooling around.”  

He grinned innocently, “I could’ve sworn Minnie said she was gonna be using that classroom that day.”

“Don’t bother. Peter told James you found us on the Marauders’ Map.”

“That snitch!” Sirius made to get out of his seat, but Lily snagged his arm and yanked him back down.

“Not so fast, bucko. I have a point. James is a miracle baby.”

“You said.”

Lily ignored him. “Which is, like, that’s great. Yay. Congrats, Mr and Mrs. Potter. But also, like, hi, hello, did he really need to tell me that?


“I mean I’m already nervous enough about this, I just can’t - I don’t -”

Ahh. Finally, Sirius had a clue where this was going. “Meeting the parents is stressful, Lily, sure, but you’re much more sane than me or James, I’m sure you’ll be fine-”

“Fine? FINE? I will not be FINE, Sirius Black.” She stood up in a huff, staring down at him wide-eyed and waving her arms to illustrate how not 'fine’ she would be. “Picture it, I walk into their house- no, not house, manor, Potter Manor, how could I fucking forget? And I say, Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Rich Pureblood Bazillionaire, I’m the girl who stomped on your miracle baby son’s heart for six years, but now that he got fit and aged into his trust fund I’m dating him, yay for me! Except not yay for you because in addition to seeming like a gold-digger I’m also a muggleborn and probably going to get your perfect wonderful very very fit and rich and pureblooded son killed by a Death Eater before he’s thirty and even if he somehow lives he’s never gonna be able to go into politics now like you probably want him to because he can’t have a muggleborn wife by his -”

“Did you just say wife? ”

“What? Huh? No! Wife? I don’t believe in wives! Marriage? Pah! Marriage is a societal construct built to keep women down, I mean, he gets to be Mr and keep his name but I’m Mrs. Potter? What’s with - oh, buggering fuck!” she cut herself off because Sirius had leapt to his feet, pointing down at her triumphantly.

“Merlin alive, you did! You didn’t just say it, you bloody well meant it, too!” Lily jumped up too, trying to silence him, but he danced just out of her reach, taunting. “You want to marry him and have two point five children and a white picket fence and - oh, fuck.”


Sirius smiled and shook his head, grabbing her shoulders as he did it. “Nothing. Nothing, Evans. You just - he’s gonna be so happy.” And then his smile dropped a little and he looked so very lost that Lily surged forward and wrapped him in her arms.

“I hope you don’t think you’re getting out of godfathering every single one of our 2.5 children, Sirius Black,” she said into his shoulder, and she couldn’t see his face, but she could feel him smile.

But he was Sirius Black, Dark and Mysterious and Without Human Emotion so he quickly disengaged and they both pretended that didn’t just happen. And then he said, “Right, well, first off, the correct term is not Bazillionaire, it’s Richie McRicherson.   Shit, Evans, you’re meeting the parents, can’t you at least pretend to have it together?” She giggled a little, albeit nervously, and he dropped the joking tone. “They’re gonna love you.”

“But what if they don’t?” she whispered.

“They will.”

“You don’t know-“

“Course I do.”

“How could you possibly-?”

“Simple science, Evans. They’ve got James’ DNA, and the kid hasn’t been able to stay away from you for seven years. They’re programmed to love you.”


“Listen. You want to marry Prongs now, right?

“I – well – yes, but-“

“Okay. He came home fourth year and told his mum he wanted to marry you. I’d heard it all before so I left to go fuck around outside. Came back half an hour later, the poor bastard was still talking about you. How you made a daisy chain for this first year that missed her family and you were the first person to sit at another House’s table for a meal since the war started and the time you told ol’ Sluggy you were glad you weren’t in Slytherin ‘cause you didn’t fancy having to cheer for three Chasers who couldn’t get the Quaffle through the hoop if it were bigger than Slug’s potbelly. He finally gets to the end and Mrs. Potter says, ‘well, I hope you get her, James. She sounds like about the only girl in the world who could ever set you straight.’”


Both looked at the ground until Sirius blurted, “I didn’t remember the stuff he said because I think it’s sweet or anything, I just heard it so much. Like, over and over and over again. It was annoying. I don’t think you guys are cute.”

“Okay.” Her lips twitched.

“I don’t! Really!”

“Okay. I believe you.” But she couldn’t keep her smile hidden.

“No, you don’t! But you should!” He poked her in the chest. “I’m Sirius Black! I’m hard and mean! I don’t care about romance at all-

“Of course you don’t.”

“How about you just agree never to speak of this to James?”

“Speak of what?” James’s sudden voice was husky in her ear. Lily sucked in a breath as her boyfriend’s warm hands slid around her waist and she leaned back into his chest.

“Oh, nothing!” she said airily, “Just that Sirius Black is a massive ponce who keeps a diary of everything nice we ever say about each other-“

“You fucking liar!”

“Oh, I knew that!” Lily could hear James’s shit-eating grin without looking. “Sometimes in the middle of the night he goes and looks out over the fields of Hogwarts, crooning the Hobgoblins’ love songs into the wind –“ James’ coughed pretentiously and shifted into a high falsetto  - “Put your waaaaaaaaand on me, baaaaaabaaaaaaaay! I just wanna feel your chaaaaaaaaaaaaarms.”

“Fucking bullshit, all of this!” Sirius yelled as Lily laughed so hard she bent over at the waist, bringing James down with her, even as he transitioned into the chorus.

Sirius leapt atop them both, nearly bringing the whole pile down, hitting James anywhere he could reach and demanding that he stop singing. When he’d had finally punched James hard enough to shut him up – “Ow, Sirius, leave me out of this, didn’t your mother ever teach you not to hit girls?” “Sorry Evans, but if you’re a casualty in this battle I’m not gonna cry myself to sleep at night.” “Oh, you wound me!” “Haven’t we just been over how much I don’t care?” – and clambered off them, grumbling, James turned Lily around in his arms and murmured, “Ready, love?”

“Yeah.” she said, thinking not about her blood status or his money or his genius potioneer father but about the boy in front of her who once convinced the Hogwarts centaurs to sing her Happy Birthday, and meaning it. “Yeah, I am.”