Never Getting Over It. Reghabi And Cobel Being Pitted Against Each Other As They Climbed Lumons Corporate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64306042

I did it! :)

I’m planning an au fic where Maysilee wins the 50th hunger games 🤭 it’ll centre around life as a mentor, up until the end of the 74th games

and she’s also a lesbian in it duh

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.

fool me once… shame on you… fool me you can’t get fooled again!

on the 'bushism' wikipedia page with tears in my eyes... probably one of the stupidest guys to ever do it

reminder to all lesbians that just because she is a lesbian and attracted to you does not mean she is the one. there are other lesbians out there. I promise. at least 5 of them

Announcing the first ever Draw Prongsfoot Badly Challenge!

🌟🐕🦌Calling all Prongsfoot enthusiasts and questioning shippers - with or without artistic talents!🦌🐕🌟

Get ready for April 2025 and the first (of hopefully many) annual Draw Prongsfoot Badly Challenge!

The concept has been shamelessly stolen (with permission from the lovely @julcheninred) from the Draw Drarry Badly Challenge - if you missed it, go check it out - you won't regret it!

"But I can't draw!" I hear you say... Awesome! Then this is just the fest for you!

"But I don't have time!" Great! Spend 30 seconds on the back of your exam paper, coffee-stained napkin, or meeting agenda. Bad art doesn't take time.

"But I have no ideas!" Draw a scene from your favourite fic or recreate a meme. Just make sure to do it Badly!

"Excuse me, I happen to already be a well-renowned Prongsfoot artist. Do you expect ME to draw Badly?" YES! Draw with your non-dominant hand, wear a blindfold or try your hand at clay sculpturing. I believe in you!!

The rules of the challenge are simple:

Anyone can join! Even if you've never held a pen or only have access to a stick and a puddle of mud

Any media is allowed! It doesn't have to be a drawing if you'd rather knit or stack cheerios into the shape of James's broomstick - as long as you made it and it's Bad!

Anything goes! Make your art silly, funny, wholesome, romantic, sappy, smutty or bloody - as long as it's Bad (and please apply appropriate trigger warnings)

Post your Bad Prongsfoot Art with the tag 'draw prongsfoot badly 2025' and @ this blog - then I'll be ready to smash the reblog button. No upper limit on how many submissions you can make!

Most important of all: Have fun! And remember to show some love to your fellow Bad Prongsfoot Artists

The Challenge will run from April 1-30 - I'm excited to see lots of terrible art!!

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narcissa black malfoy and lily evans potter.

so similar.

both sisters. both wives. both mothers.

yet different.

narcissa who grew up knowing the importance of family. blood is thicker than water and words are shaper than knives. narcissa who never cared much for being a daughter but wore her role as sister proudly. she looked up to them. she learned from them—what to do and what not to do.

lily who was a sister only in name. who hated spending time at home when her real family had never lived there or even stepped foot in her neighborhood. lily who found solace in school and magic, far away from anyone related to her.

self perseverance is in narcissa’s nature. she never acts until necessary. never stands out or speaks up. and she survives because of it.

lily had never liked being quiet and refused to do so when her friends’ lives are at stake. lily who refused the most powerful dark wizard in britain thrice and lost her life for it.

two women who would do it all over again if it meant saving their sons.

this is so rogue but does anyone have the poetry template that went semi-viral on twitter a while back? it was designed for kids but someone gave it to their mother who has dementia and she wrote a really moving poem about her experience.

lily being marlene's lesbian awakening is very important to me