#racists and perverts and bigots oh my

[livingjoke]

Why are we here? Just to suffer?

Every day I find out a youtuber I liked is a horrible person

#personal #sunnyv2 #add em to the list boys #along with the others #tobuscus #jontron #game grumps #pewdiepie #cryaotic #the list goes on #why can’t we have nice things? #racists and perverts and bigots oh my

[ellaintrigue]

A couple of notes first: I was talking about my experience with a single father to point out that any gender can do wrong. And I am not discounting discrimination against people of color or the LGBTQ+ community, I am pointing out that in my experience as a woman I have seen more hate towards women in this rural community than anyone else. That's my personal experience, it does not apply to every scenario obviously.

Original post: I saw a post about a single mom who screwed someone over and all the comments were saying all single mothers are bad. This guy even started posting stats to try and prove women are lazy and entitled but me and another girl shut him down.

This isn't the first time I've seen single mothers bashed online. There's memes about them, they're commonly called whores, and one guy, posing with his daughter and saying he was a proud single father, posted that all single mothers are trash and lack morals.

Growing up I was taught that black people were n!!gers and gay people were perverted f!!gots. But I have never seen so much hate in my life, as the hatred and bigotry against women. Since I was a little kid I have seen women relentlessly called bitches, sluts, whores, and c*nts including myself. What do you call a man? An asshole? There's no big massive sexist selection of slurs for men. And you rarely see men insulted for having a child, for having sex, for having a career... or simply existing.

The other day some dude said the word Ella is Spanish. I know it means she or her in Spanish but told him it was literally an American name too. He said, "shut the fuck up, bitch!" It didn't shock me because I know I've been called a bitch probably over 3,000 times in my life.

People try to say, oh, it's the men you associate with. What are you talking about? Literally none of my exes have ever called me names, ever, not counting a few I only had one date with, etc. Then people try to say it's all just internet trolls. Bullshit. Family friends, coworkers, and random people on the street, have all name called women in front of me or put down women in other ways. I had two coworkers who literally beat women, one admitting it to my face.

Mom told me that male privilege doesn't exist. A lot of people say that. And you know, my father has it far from easy. No education, busting his ass all day, not knowing if he's going to make a paycheck or not, and suffering cancer and horrible injuries on the job. Poor man doesn't have much privilege. Except for the fact he can be attended to by a male nurse or doctor without worrying about being groped or worse. He can walk to his boat in the dark without worrying about being raped. He doesn't get scoffed at by mechanics and repairmen. So he does have that male advantage.

Being racist, sexist, and homophobic are not things I want to be. But sadly after endless years of being shit on, my respect for men is stretched bare. It's honestly hard not to feel sexist towards those who have been relentlessly bigoted towards me.

#Sexism #Bigotry #Patriarchy #Misogyny #Screenshot #Dating

[jadedaceofspades]

{I'm making this unrebloggable but respectful replies are welcome}

Continuing on @ace-pervert's question about the pipeline of anti-sjw to tradcon, I just want to make it clear that what I answered with was an opinion. If some of you want to think that my opinion was too "simple or reductive", then that's YOUR opinion of my opinion.

But we're not going to complicate why bigots become even more bigoted, okay? If you follow a group of people with a bigoted belief system, you can either move away from that or join it. I know a lot of Anti-SJWs that have moved away from it and gained perspective on why their former line of thinking was so harmful. Ace, Knight, and a few others I follow. They have told me and others in posts that they used to be that way and then gained common sense and human decency because they realized how harmful that rhetoric was. Hell, even I was a part of that crowd and then began to LISTEN to the other side and realize that what was happening from me was harmful. I promised I wouldn't do that again and I'm not.

On the flipside, you have those antis who just keep on trucking on that pipeline of bigotry and THEN try to justify it because "all these liberals want things for free and arrrhh!" I'm sorry, but when does vying for human rights suddenly become a problem? Oh, right... Because it's the "liberals" who are trying to do things correct and that's the problem. Not the alt-right spewing white supremacy, antisemitic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, all around bigoted rhetoric. No, it's the people fighting for social justice and the people just trying to simply EXIST who are the problem.

So, in hindsight, it IS that simple, but people want to overcomplicate things to justify their past actions and behaviors, even though they have changed for the better NOW. Who you were back then {myself included} was on the road to being a full-on bigot and there's absolutely zero justifications for that.

[thesharondefenseleague]

mlm imo werent sexualized to the degree that wlw were in most canon media mostly because of the male gaze. Gay and Lesbian relationships or moments got very limited representation. One was probably more sympathetic but also heart breaking like say brokeback mountain. One was explicit but depicted as grotesque or twisted or perverted or immoral in some way. And the last version was the titillating version. In western media because of the assumed straight male gaze lesbians making out to titlate guys was a common thing like say in Jennifer's body. The equivalent of that with guys wasnt really that common not in western media. Not that wlw couldn't like that content but it was made to be fanservice for men .

So thats what I kind of mean by wlw were sexualized at least in western media. This equivalent with mlm in fandom never really existed they never made out for girls to find hot in the same way. It was never marketed like oh look hot guys making out. Fandom did that but not canon.

As for comic book men being sexualized kind of. There is definitely the unrealistic beauty standards but theres that debate of was it for the purpose of titillating women? Or a result of toxic masculinity putting this unattainable unsustainable goal for men. Maybe both? But both in comics and the movies they are based on the posing and clothing and moments with women get made to clearly sexualize them . It especially ovbious with comics with them twisting their bodies so their boobs and butts are jutting out. Or like movie moments like Bruce landing in Natasha's clevage. Or angles where you are staring down a female character's shirt or she has a boob window for some contrived reason. Or just reasons to give full page spreads of them in skimpy clothing.

Its rare men get depicted like this or posed like this. And when they do it often stands out because its not the norm. It's something unique. Not true with men. Even in form fitting spandex they are often posed and framed to make to make them look powerful or intelligent or to reveal things about their character.

Again not that men never get sexualized or that fanservice is always bad. Or that its not a concern that men are having these terrible body image issues. But just that for women for the sexualization its so pervasive and constant was my point.

Its just as bad in wlw in canon as it is for women in relationships with men in canon when it comes to that sexualization but i hear so much more about the problems about the wlw ship than the mlw ship. Like to use DC as a example i hear so much about how people sexualized or mishandle harleyivy but compared to that i hear very little about batcat in comparison even though Catwoman is often just as sexualized in that ship.

As for misogyny in shipping wars yes it definetly exists and is a problem as is racism and homophobia. But my issue is mostly that the problem isnt because the main popular ships are mlm. But so often I see the argument framed that way.

Like shipping wars existed between m/w ships and still do today. And they are still often pretty misogynistic towards the woman in the other ship. I don't even have to look at other fandoms I remember Steggy vs Starton getting real ugly.

Mysogny in fandom doesn't uniquely pop up when mlm are the more popular ship. Its often just as bad in fandoms where m/w is the popular ship. But people just bring it up alot more they make it bout valuing the men over the women .

Well i mean that goes both ways you could say its homophobic for valuing the straight ship as better than the gay one or liking it more. But either way its stupid they dont care bout sexism or homophobia only that their ship is more popular.

Thats the sentiment of all ship wars the gender dynamics and racial make up change nothing. Nothing except the bullshit you use for the ship war.

The problem is that people are being homophobic and mysogynistic and racist not just in regards to fictional characters but towards real people just to win a ship war. It comes out so easily. Thats the problem imo.

Mysogny for example i think isnt discussed as much when its a m/w vs m/w ship war or drama because as both ships have women it can't be used to slander the other ship. But when its drama between fans of a m/m and m/w it comes out alot again not because anyone really cares but because now because one ship lacks a woman it can be used as fodder for what people actually care about. Tearing down the other ship.

Again not that mlm fandom doesnt have mysogny. They definetly do. But they aren't mysogynistic because they ship two guys together. Thats not proof they hate women. Having a ship with women isnt proof that you aren't sexist towards women. There might be homophobia in fandoms of mlm ships and mysogny in fandoms of m/w ships.

But in the drama between a m/w and m/m ships that doesn't get brought up because no one cares if that problem can't be used to show that someone only doesn't ship your ship if they are bigoted against it. Who cares about misogyny if your ship is two guys? Who cares about homophobia if your ship is straight?

No one because they cared about the popularity of their ship not the actual issues.

Gonna under under the cut for length again.

This is a lot to read so I'm gonna respond paragraph by paragraph and hope for the best in terms of comprehension.

When it comes to media made about the LGBTQ+ community, you have to keep in mind when it was made, who made it, and who was it made for. And that it's been shown that straight women have had the same reactions to mlm content as straight men to wlw content. QaF was dumbfounded to find that the majority of their audience was straight women when the show's sex scenes were 95% between two or more men and yet that's what they ran with because hey, it got the views. The views of mlm and wlw content in the mainstream media before then was minimized, despite how fucked a lot of the other content could be. If by "most canon media" being directed at the male gaze being summer blockbusters, and more specifically comic book movies, then sure. If we step out of that box, then not really. The film examples you chose are interesting because BB is portrayed exactly how the author of the original short story wrote it which was meant to be heartbreaking since it was a tragic dramatic piece while JB has a woman who wrote and another woman who directed it while purposefully trying to allow to actress to have a level of sexuality without exploiting her as past directors have (also neither of the main characters are lesbians - one is bi, the other I think is straight but maybe questioning?).

The sexualization of wlw in modern western media is definitely a thing. I mean, the first Iron Man film has stewardesses on the private jet pole dancing if I remember correctly. It took until 2016 to stop sexualizing Scarlett in every movie: the changing scene in IM2, the lowered zipper in A1, the ass shot in Cap 2, the boob faceplant in AoU (in your third paragraph, but mentioning it here anyway). It's a joke that you know when a man directs a wlw indie film during the sex scenes. But the mlm equivalent did exist alongside it, and it's what kicked off the century.

Comics and their movies were always for men. The male bodies are male wish fulfilment for their physical appearance. The women are male wish fulfilment for their dream girls. Funnily enough, one of the least sexualized women in comics I've ever read is Sharon. She's rarely, if ever, drawn to be sexualized for the audience. I'm not even sure she's even been in those swimsuit issues Marvel did years ago. And it shows heavily that Marvel struggles to know how to appeal to women without being aggressively in your face about it. The best example of them appealing without pandering is WV, and the worst is the group shots the Russos did in IW and Endgame, especially the latter.

But the men get those poses in the movies too. Thor bathed shirtless for no reason in TDW. There's a scene in Endgame dedicated to talking about Steve's ass. Pratt in GotG. Rudd in Ant-Man. Most actors are expected to look good shirtless and put themselves through intense shit to look that way. So do the women, but they aren't doing it to have the glamor shots of their muscles. And the MCU is not the only film franchise like this. Most, if not all, franchises with majority or entirely male leads expects them all to look like bodybuilders. And I'm gonna take back that it's just for the male audience, because these bodies are meant to appeal to women who are intended to thirst for these actors too. They think these bodies is what will bring women to the theaters.

None of this will change, as you say, that women's sexualization is "constant and pervasive". The film industry is just a part of the larger whole of media. Television and advertising have a treatment of women that's beyond whatever you or I say because there are decades worth of shit to go through that would take dozens of essays worth of writing to fully divulge beyond "please stop it's gross".

Now DC is a whole other ballgame. They're pretty infamous for their artists' sexualization of heroines and villainesses. Harley, Ivy, and Selina are definitely pretty bad, but when I remember what I've seen drawn of Kara, Kori, or sometimes Barbara... But outside of one artist, I think Harley and Ivy as a couple have been drawn tamely. Can't say the same for Selina, because they just can't not draw every part of her body even when she's fully clothed.

I think it's hard not to talk about fandom misogyny outside of m/m ships because of how often popular m/m shippers have rooted their shipping into misogyny. And even with m/f ship wars, a lot of the time the "faulted" character is always the woman when majority of the time it's the man who sucks. I don't get why everyone is fighting for who should kiss Steve because Steve sucks and they'd be better off without him. But because Steve is the object of affection for our fave, we have to fight off everyone else.

Don't look at other fandoms for m/f ship wars. We don't appreciate how tame we were, even at our worst. I'm serious, I've seen so much worse.

I think why the topic of misogyny comes up more with m/m ships is because they follow a similar principle of the male characters being more developed in canon and fanon so it's who people gravitate towards.

There is definitely layers of homophobia in fandom, but there's many versions of how we see it. Homophobes who won't ship anything that's not m/f. Homophobes who ship m/m but won't support IRL rights. People who love m/m but abhor f/f, and vice-versa. The shippers who use them for personal fodder. But the sexism is more prevalent than the homophobia. And the racism way more than both combined.

And it does cause a lot of ammo, and much of it severely unjustified, in ship wars. Literally the bullshit I've seen pulled out of thin air to accuse Sharon of not being worthy because someone said she's a racist for [they literally had no reason just called her one because we said Sam and Sharon are friends because they are] and other nonsense.

The real world repercussions of the homophobia, the sexism, and the racism in fandom... there's just so much. Like we are all still people, and yet we decide because we hide behind screens to be antagonistic, and use homophobic, sexist, and racist shit to attack each other over ships just because we want to paint the other person as crazy, I guess? If you can't see that there are no enemies in ship wars and that the other side is still people, maybe you need to sit out and log off. It's baffling how often it still happens to people. Then it's no longer about ships, it's about who is an asshole.

I will say that Steve and Peggy vs Steve and Sharon is probably the only m/f ship war I've seen where misogyny is talked about. Is, not was, because it still is. Both sides call the others misogynistic. I don't think either side is, but you can see in individuals. Those who tweeted at a certain actress that she was a slut for kissing her costar certainly are though.

You are right that shipping m/m isn't inherently sexist. But tearing down women in those ships to prop up m/m has made me stop shipping certain characters altogether. People, seriously, we don't have to justify why we like them! We can just like them! And other characters can still exist! It's never been that deep.

And you're right, the popularity of the ship helps people ignore any deeper issues within them and this is a power used to silence valid criticism if it pops up.

(I hope I answered everything well for you.)

~Mod R

[desbianherstory]

oh so youre a terf huh

1. What do you make of the fact that lesbian activists in India, Pakistan, Nepal, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh all talk about sex based oppression? And accordingly, speak of and have organized around the oppression shared by lesbians, bisexual women and trans men? That they speak of the marginalization faced by lesbians, bisexual women and trans men within LGBT funding and activism? What do you make of the fact that some south asian lesbians and trans men parse their identity as both?

2. In order to prove myself not a bigot should I delete the words of all these women because they don’t match up with what you’ve read on everydayfeminism? Should I put disclaimers, ignoring the unbelievable arrogance and condescension that would entail? What is it that you are asking? If you want posts about how trans lesbians founded lesbian activism in India, I cannot help you. It is not true. There are many blogs here which create the most impressive and imaginative lies about lgbt history in order to make x or y point, but this blog is not for that purpose. I have posted about south asian trans women where it relates to south asian lesbians, just as I have with trans men. If there is more on the latter and less on the former, this is not something I have personally created but reflective of the experiences of actual people.

3. Do you care at all when you hear south asian lesbians talking about how they tried to force themselves to be attracted to male bodies and failed? How many times does a woman have to subject themselves to sexual experiences that they know they do not want in order to be considered non bigoted? Or do they just have to be hypothetically open to the possibility? To go back to total silence on what their desires actually are even among themselves? Why is it so important to you that female people who are exclusively attracted to other female people do not exist? Do not have a history? Do not have a language? What is your fixation with inflicting this epistemic violence on us? Nandita Das’ character in Fire says: ‘There is no word in our language that can describe us, how we feel for each other.’ Would you have that so?

4. Being a lesbian is not bigoted. Being a lesbian is not fascist, perverted, colonial, imperialistic, “rapey”, or racist. Being a lesbian is innate, and good, and beautiful. If you disagree, you are a homophobe.

5. I see no purpose in following a blog dedicated to south asian lesbian history if you hate lesbians. It betrays a deep sense of entitlement: to my work on this blog, but more importantly, to our history. If you can’t stand the fact of our existence, then why are you here? I don’t relish people unfollowing this blog because I believe I’ve created a great resource and I like to spread information but what does it mean if my posts are liked and reblogged by people who have no respect for us on the most basic level? Nothing. It’s worthless.

#mod post #love who you love 🌈 #cw homophobia

[calleo-bricriu]

Why do I keep doing this?

It’s nearly over, there are fewer than 100 pages left in the horrid thing after this one.

((Oh also, these few chapter contain a hell of a lot of really casual racism mostly against Native Americans and whatever “half-breeds” are, because that’s not specified.))

Okay, chapter 18 starts with finding out that the stroke didn't kill Mother it did, of course, exactly what Mizpra wanted: Left her a mostly paralysed invalid.

Despite that, she's written as still being pretty mentally lucid, just not physically capable of doing much but being propped up in a chair facing a window. Now somehow she's being called "The mother of Leigh" instead of Mrs. Newcomber.

Anyway, she's staring out the window, occasionally being annoyed by the fact that her nurse is a "strange and harsh woman" and how she's a toy of Mizpra's now somehow.

It's also somehow "perverted" of Mizpra to let her mother reminisce about when she was younger but okay.

Watching birds is supposed to make one cry; I'm guessing mabye I watch birds incorrectly because, while interesting, I've never really felt any sort of urge to cry over them.

Mizpra evidently thinks, "partially paralysed from a stroke" means "also deaf" and is now always written shouting right into her mother's ear. Also, she was sick of her mother watching birds because "the mist will soon commence to fall" whatever that means.

Back to insulting Mizpra again, "With her energy, moral palsy, masculine effrontery, and unbridled control of a large fortune, she moved the men and women around her." He's writing that like it's a bad thing.

I mean, it'd be a lot easier to dislike her if he focused on the things she's done rather than the fact that the author just thinks she's a little too "masculine" because, really, by this point we know she stripped down a teenage girl in front of her class to berate her about wearing corsets, married a guy just because he knew how to use a typewriter, and planned her mother's stroke and had the thought of, "It'd be super inconvenient if she dies but whatever, I'll make it work if that happens." You know, legitimate reasons to dislike someone.

"There was not enough of sex instinct in her to enjoy being flattered as a woman," well, who the hell could blame her? Flatter her based on the abilities she's shown, none of which are remotely terrible (by modern standards at any rate).

The author doesn't seem to think highly of women as doctors either because the first one described is, "one of the big-footed, short-haired kind" you know, manly.

Oh, but, "a mild sort of fellow-feeling--not womanly--brought about business arrangements between Mizpra and the female physician."

This is such an exhausting book to read; no wonder so few copies still exist, even in reprint. Normally, I can’t get enough of getting my hands on and reading rare books that only have one or two copies still left anywhere but this? This one is a harsh reminder that some books may actually be better off eventually fading completely from anyone’s memory.

"The older inhabitants of the surrounding country had become interested in Mizpra. The Spaniards, Mexicans, half-breeds, and Indians, all bigoted and ignorant, were now singing her praises." I'm--pretty sure the only bigoted and ignorant one here is the author.

MOVING ON.

Oh look, someone brought her one of her Genius Brother's books: "Insanity in the Adolescent Caused by Religious Rites and Mysticism in the Catholic Church," by Leigh Newcomber, M.D.

There's also a typo in the book that the editor apparently missed, "It had been a distressing day for Mizpra, and she was ugly in mood, and agitated in feeelings."

Feeelings.

""I saw a pretty Indian girl to-day. I'll have as many as--" at this moment the blood rushed to her heavy cheeks and her hands and feet began to feel cold. She grasped the back of a chair to steady herself for a moment, then strode to the bed to throw herself down upon it."

Well, that came out of nowhere. Pun intended.

So now she's going to pretend she's Catholic and devote her time and money to teaching "the Indian and half-breed girls". I'm just going to assume she's moved beyond stabbing sleeping men with scarf pins and is moving on to--that.

Ordinarily, that wouldn't be all that off-putting sounding if not for the use of the term "half-breed" and girls. Girls--that often indicates that they're not adults.

Anyway, she gets a telegram presumably from Rev. Bald indicating he's ruined Leigh's life but, since I've read the previous chapters and the author is about as predictable as the tides, I'm going to assume Leigh sent the telegram and is planning a surprise visit.

Oh look, more casual racism: "An Indian lad, a protege of Father Francisco, arrived at the house with a note from that priest. He was a fine specimen of his race; lithe, bright-eyed, and cunning." He also doesn't like Mizpra, probably because she keeps calling people half-breeds and savages.

Wonderful! He even talks in a perfectly stereotypical racist manner, "Big bone squaw. Too much talk. Want chief."

So, she asks when "the woman" arrived at the priest's house, he answers, "Yes, bad squaw come."

Which makes her angry because he apparently said it in a defiant tone so she grabbed him and demands he explain why she's bad and if he doesn't she'll have him flogged.

I can't exactly parse the racist as hell way he's writing this kid but it seems something to do with an Indian who converts to Catholicism gets salvation?  

So Mizpra slaps him because that's a rational reaction but then he keeps talking and I have no idea what the hell is going on, "Indian boy understand. He white squaw no Christ squaw; Indian boy no white papoose. He squaw, look out."

He leaves, no further explanation, time skp three days later from "Rev. Bald" who basically details what Bald had intended to do but ended up getting tag teamed by Leigh and a prostitute. So, definitely Leigh writing that letter. I mean it also said that Mops was poisoned (diphtheria, for the last. fucking. time. infects you; the bacteria can produce toxins, which are what can cause the range of symptoms, some of which can be fatal, so unless you're just injecting the produced C. diphtheriae toxins right into someone, you are not poisoning anyone by exposing them to diphtheria, you are infecting them and I know that seems like semantics but the author is a doctor and should know better than to think infect and poison are the same thing) and died.

Anyway, Mizpra believes the letter is from Rev. Bald, so I'm sure that'll end well for her.

"Mizpra had but one thought, one passion now; that was, to wallow in her perverted pleasures to the saturating point of satiety." All right.

Chapter 19 begins with "The reader has probably already surmised from the letter received by Mizpra that Bald had recovered."

In the sense that he wasn't dead, yeah, I guess.

Leigh told the hospital Bald was hit by a trolley car and Bald is just, "Well, since I can't remember what happened, that must be correct!"

So Leigh shows up the next day because Rev. Bald is his patient and the first thing the author does is write something creepy in the narrative, "Leigh now noticed a distinct refinement in Bald's features. he was pale, and the whilom sensuous lips had lost some of their grossness."

Who--thinks like that? So he sits there watching Bald sleep for awhile then leaves after leaving some magazines and "a basket of luscious fruit".

Weirdo.

Nurse starts in with some story about how Leigh lost his wealth or something, then Leigh shows up again and Bald immediately goes turncoat on Mizpra.

So Leigh decides that Mizpra is "undoubtedly mentally ill" and "he would see her placed where she could no longer do injury to herself o rothers."

And they’re headed to California; of course, Leigh had Bald write the telegram and letter to tell Mizpra her plan went off flawlessly.

Predictable writing.

Leigh insists the issue is that Mizpra is insane, not a criminal, and that she's "not responsible for her actions". I mean, mentally ill or not, she's still responsible for her own actions unless someone else is forcing her hand, which they are not. That's been made clear.

Only about 100 pages left, thank everything.

Now they're talking about one of the other sisters, the older one who married a lawyer. That turned into a rambling story about how the lawyer "misappropriated" funds and somehow that landed them under having to get an allowance from Mizpra.

Chapter 20 appears to be Leigh is Stressed and Wants a Drink.

Manages to get home without doing that and apparently Obera's only method of showing support is to just fling herself around and cry.

"Leigh went to work instantly to eliminate the poison which his faulty nervous system had allowed to accumulate in his body and thus produce a self-intoxication." ...what?

He calls Dr. Bell to come and write something to Bald and Leigh has to be whiny about it, "Well, I don't believe you or any other man can understand what I suffer."

Please stop being 13 at some point, Leigh, you are an adult.

Now he's relating his life to Poe's stories and needs to stop--but I guess this book is where the whole "psychic incubus" thing came from because he's talking about one now.

And that sort of drifted in to him rambling incessantly about Edgar Allen Poe and how Leigh is just like that, only with more friends and less good writing, I guess.

I might have added the last two things.

Dr. Bell insists on heading out to California with Bald and Leigh and that's the end of that chapter.

It was 85% Leigh rambling on about Edgar Allen Poe while saying very little about him and just sort of quoting random bits of his work.

No surprise the author of the book had a weird obsession with the same thing.

#books #hp rp #casual racism #old books #this is still the worst thing I've ever read #and not because it's shocking #because it's just so disjointed and poorly written #and the author is an idiot #it has a typo #it has a legitimate typo #I found a typo in a book from 1901 #and it immediately jumped out AS a typo because #feelings #is not ever spelled feeelings #typos

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Additional Tags/Warning: wolfstar, jily, Marauders Medical AU, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Minor Character Deaths, Angst, Fluff, jily au, Wolfstar AU, Snape is a pervert, fenrir is a psychopath, referenced violent relationship, reference to drug use, reference to transphobia

Summary: Do Jily, and Wolfstar, get together? Does something bad happen?? 

(and @theeaglequeen I’m holding you personally responsible if people kill me for making this far too long!!!)

                                               Chapter 8: Let Me Know The Truth

“This is perfect, James, just perfect!”

They sat on top of the dark rocks looking out at Howth Harbour, watching the little white sailing boats. The gulls swooping overhead and the white horses on the waves completed the nod to white details in the landscape. It was an unseasonably hot Autumn day. Lily lay back down and closed her eyes, smiling dreamily. She felt the warmth of the afternoon sun on her body, and the warmth in her chest that had everything to do with the gorgeous man lying beside her. What a perfect first date.

“Glad you think so!” said James, grinning down at her.

He still felt bad for not booking a table at The Greenhouse, one of Dublin’s best restaurants. Once upon a time he would have thought nothing of it, but times had changed, and he couldn’t afford it. Rents in Dublin were surprisingly expensive, and his junior doctor salary was not very generous. Nothing felt good enough for a date with Evans. Eventually he had settled for a walk by the sea. He couldn’t have picked a better day for it. Maybe fate was smiling at him this time.

“Hey, look at the rabbits,” he said softly, inclining his head slightly.

Lily immediately looked up, the smile on her face growing.

“Oh James! That’s just so sweet!” she said quietly. “What is it with you? You managed to spot a fox, a seal, a hare, and now these guys!”

James shrugged.

“Oh you know, animal magnetism?” he winked.

“You daft eejit!” Lily snorted, smacking him lightly on his arm. “This is precisely the kind of nonsense you used to spout in college!”

“The nonsense you fell for, you mean?” he laughed, the sunlight sending his hazel eyes sparkling mischievously.

“The nonsense that made me think for years that you were a big-headed git, Potter,” she teased, leaning into him, her lips tantalisingly close to his.

He opened his mouth to retaliate but it was suddenly too much - her closeness, the vivid green of her eyes against the bright blue sky, the curve of her arched eyebrows, the upturn of those lips, the burning blaze of her hair, cascading down her shoulders, the freckles under her eyes. She must have heard his heart hammering, or seen the longing in his eyes, for all of a sudden, she had pulled back.

“Do you want to go for a swim?” she blurted out.

“What?” he said.

“Come on, you’ll love it! The sea is warmer than you think this time of year! Or are you not willing to brave the Irish Sea?” the challenge in her voice made him groan.

“What’s the point of bringing me on a date to the sea if we don’t swim, Dr. Potter?” she laughed, throwing her head back. “And I wore my bikini, and I brought a towel. Come on!”

That piece of information made him suddenly feel very warm.

“Oh fuck!” muttered James, smiling wryly as Lily pulled him up. “If I’d known, I’d have worn my lenses!”

“Come on, no excuses!” Lily said. “Scared, Potter? I didn’t realise English guys were wimps!”

“Scared?” he scoffed, pulling off his jumper and t-shirt in one go. “Looks to me like you’re the one stalling, Evans!”

She was stalling. Technically, she was just staring at him. Alright, she was damn well ogling Potter. Fact. She felt herself blush furiously.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, looking a bit dazed. “I’d forgotten you looked like that. I mean, from the anatomy tutorials and all that…”

“Huh?” said James, who was too busy taking off his trousers to be paying attention.

“Fuck,” said Lily, who was now staring at his muscular back and thighs, as she absentmindedly bit her lip.

“Did you hurt yourself?” James asked, turning around in his boxers and looking at her with concern.

She was nearly thirty. She was bloody well nearly thirty and she was acting like a love-sick teenager. Like she was back in college all over again, drooling over Potter and pretending she thought he was an idiot. And then becoming friends with him, practically best friends with him, and still pretending she didn’t practically swoon every time she saw him. Because by then she knew he was also kind, and funny, and so clever it hurt, and silly, and generous to a fault, and fiercely loyal, and laughed at himself all the time, and watched out for weaker students, and stood up to racist bigots and made her smile and laugh. And she was in love with him. Sitting next to him in the library despite the fact she could concentrate on fuck all when he was beside her, looking at his beautiful forearms, and his strong jaw, and his messy black hair, and his beautiful eyes and…

“Fuck!” Lily said.

“Er, Lily?” said James.

“Sorry, yeah,” she managed to say. “I, er, stubbed my toe.”

“Here, let me!” he said, dropping to his knees.

“I’m fine,” she said in a strangled voice, looking at the man kneeling in front of her.

“I always liked your feet,” said James, gently moved her toes. “You have uncommonly nice feet. And I like blue nail varnish, it always suited you.”

“You really are a charmer, as though you remember my feet!” she laughed quietly, running her fingers through his hair momentarily.

“I’m not!” he huffed, looking at her with a strange look in his eyes.

He stood up.

“I love lots of things about you. I love that you always paint your toenails blue. I love that you only properly wake up after 11am. I love that when you laugh, you throw your head back and close your eyes. I love that when you study, you highlight everything single word on the page. I love that you rub your sternum when you’re anxious and bite your lip when you try something new. I love that you always stop and talk to dogs when you’re out walking. I love that you call me out on bullshit. I love that you make ridiculous excuses for your awful sister, cause you still care, despite it all. I love that you’re too kind, and you give people too many chances.”

Except him. She had been too hard on him, and she had been wrong. She was looking at him with genuine regret.

“Not really,” she said.

She suddenly didn’t feel particularly confident. He was gorgeous, and she had seen him like this before, rolled her eyes at dozens of girls making heart eyes and him and at Sirius. And he had never seen her in a bikini before today…

He didn’t have his glasses on though, thank God.

“Last one in buys lunch!” she said, biting her lip, as she threw off her clothes at an alarming speed and sped past a stunned James Potter.

“Hey!” he shouted indignantly, as a beautiful blur of auburn hair and jade green bikini disappeared. “I can’t see a thing without my glasses!”

“English wimp!” she shouted back, as she dove head first into the sea.

“Evans, you’re so dead!” said James, unable to stop the laughter that bubbled up from inside him as he raced after her.

“Fucking hell! It’s fucking freezing, Evans!” he gasped a few seconds later.

“English wimp!” she laughed, treading water nearby and splashing his face in amusement.

“That’s it, Evans!” he spluttered. “This is all out war!”

He dived under water and she screamed and giggled as he grabbed hold of her legs and ducked her under the water.

Continue reading:  Chapter 8

#jily #wolfstar #marauders au #angst #fluff #drama

[jimip1986]

Unsolicited dick pics, a menace to women and guys who are actual gentleman

I've seen lots of posts about women complaining about dudes sending them dick pics and I've been guilty a couple of times of saying oh they're just being too sensitiveand I'm guilty of being a pervert from time to time but if somebody says tells me that im being rude or inappropriate i stop what I'm doing and apologize immediately. I never really thought about it until a couple months ago. I was on a dating app, and some random dude message me a picture message I opened it up and it was a dick pic. Underneath this pic was the text how do you know if your straight if you've never tried a guy followed by about 5 more dick pics. I responded as classily as possible with "even if I was bi-curious, bisexual, or gay if you sent me random unrequested pictures of your junk then you would get this exact same response. It is tasteless what you were doing and it's not what I want because I have standards. My best advice to you is to try asking a fellow his name first you might get more positive results that way' to which he responded by calling me a homophobe bigot and racist way to be classy. On this dating profile my sexual orientation was listed as heterosexual, not bisexual or gay.

This is a 100% true account of a real event that occurred about a month and a half to two months ago. I'm sharing my experience in the hopes that maybe if dudes out there see that it can happen to them that maybe they'll stop doing it. To all the ladies out there who this happens to all the time there's at least one dude out there that understands which been through a little bit even if it's just a small taste what y'all endure daily. I apologize for the behavior of my fellow men it is not cool and if I find out you're doing it guys I'm going to cuss you out myself. Be a real man, be a gentleman and actually get to know the lady that you're talkin to and treat her with respect

[nightcoremoon]

Callout post: me

lying, manipulative, hold grudges, constantly paranoid, would absolutely 100% check out a teenager if nobody was looking because "it's a harmless crime", liar, cycle through idealization and devaluation, 'sick of fat people trying to be the next civil rights issue and making it that much harder to get civil rights for people who are ACTUALLY oppressed like gee idk poc and muslims and the mentally ill and queer people', frequently fantasizes about committing violent acts against people I rationalize they deserve it including family members, untruthful, attention whore, pedantic AND pretentious, tells lies, doesn't believe in one sister's claim of sexual assault (went to smoke weed with the alleged perpetrator), UNAPOLOGETICALLY AGAINST ASEXUAL EXCLUSIONISM (LITERALLY FUCK YOU DUMBASS FOURTEEN YEAR OLDS WHO SHRIEK THAT QUEER IS A SLUR, SHUT YOUR GODDAM FUCKING WHORE MOUTHS YOU DUMBASSES AND GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE OR READ A BOOK), would absolutely punch a child over an insignificant internet argument, secretly sought out sexual pleasure from two friendly seemingly platonic encounters with two girls I just met within twenty four hours, overreacts to the slightest provocations and has bitches at or vagueposted at several people who did not deserve it, has used mental illness and physical handicap to evade trouble from being late for work because video games and laziness and excessive sleep, has spent maybe a thousand dollars on fast food in 2018 alone, evades bills for medical care from an actually great clinic, lying sack of garbage, gave up on calling out family's bigotry and is now an accessory to prejudice, despises terfs predominantly for their refusal to fuck me because of being trans and yet meanwhile would not engage in sexual relationship with another trans woman or cis man unless reeeeeeeeally drunk, can and will blame being sexually assaulted as a child which probably didn't even happen because I don't think I remember it, unabashed furry, probably as addicted to video games and masturbation AND LIES as I almost was to alcohol, pretended to have almost been an alcoholic just to "win" facebook arguments about addiction, doesn't give a fuck my dad almost died from heroin JUST because he's a *little* homophobic and racist and classist and xenophobic because of a christian upbringing, would literally fucking murder him if he EVER PUTS HIS HANDS ON ME AGAIN, only slightly depressed because of laziness and a lack of drive and ungrateful to my family because hey they didn't kick me out for being trans so HEY THATS SUPPORTIVE ENOUGH FOR SOME OTHER PEOPLE SO WHY CANT I BE HAPPY WITH THAT, legitimately salty about ~the friendzone~ and just makes fun of incels because everybody else does, takes the moral high ground for not being a misogynist even though I don't deserve a pat on the back a lap dance and a blowjob for not hating women, overly sensitive about stupid things, thinking about faking having a trigger warning for more discourse credit, HUUUGE ASSHOLE to men I deem unattractive for no other reason than every single ugly fat guy I've ever met has been an asshole, rationalizes it after the fact because they eventually say something shitty because all men are terrible, probably a little bit of a cisnormative misandrist because trans men tend to be much better people, finds trans men attractive (specifically and significantly more so than cis men) so must clearly be fetishizing them, relatively okay with people referring to me as deadnamed and the wrong pronouns so probably just lying about being trans to everyone including myself, not 100% okay with the hijab for 'no reason other than all organized religion is evil and opposed to its mandate and the shame it forces on many women in many situations the exact same way I'm opposed to no sex before marriage and wives being subservient to their husbands and treating women as property in the torah and quran alike because ITS ALL BRAINWASHING' so is clearly not unlearning islamophobia and doesn't want to let that go, hypocrite because I believe in the basics of judeochristianity

and loathe atheism and atheists entirely because their smugness and smarm literally sets my blood pressure through the roof of what is safe and normal and yet claim to hate all organized religion, mansplains yet gets so pissed off when other people mansplain to me, judgmental of other cultures because they don't have the exact same values that I have, james gunn apologist, talks and talks and talks about anarchosocialism all damn day but would beat the shit out of a coworker for leaving me to do things because they're lazy because "any job worth doing is worth doing well" and other capitalismisms, literally couldn't give less of a fuck that his mother is dying because people die but it's no reason to make my life slightly harder and making me work hard when I work because BOO HOO MY LEGS HURT FROM THE LITERALLY MOST MILD CASE OF MUSCULAR DYSTROPHY I COULD'VE BEEN BORN WITH, hasn't actually performed real suicide attempt ever but still claims to have done so to attain sympathy that may result in physical affection, countless other shitty terrible things that yeah I recognize are bad but CANT SEEM TO CARE BECAUSE I HAVE DEPRESSION... WHICH IS THE WEAKEST FUCKING EXCUSE IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE GODDAMN WORLD

I am not a good person, okay?

I just pretend to be sometimes.

I'm sick of doing it, I'm sick of trying to do well and earn people's approval by doing and saying the right things only to just be ignored which is a step up from receiving many anons that hey, never actually told me to kill myself, but did take my words out of context to paint me as a racist. I am not the kind of racist who would vote for trump and march with the kkk. that is one of very few good things I can say about myself. but I'm an arrogant, violent, and angry opinionated perverted manipulative judgmental lying asshole. I'm not a good person. I have let myself fall so much and I deserve to be alone. my only connections to people were built on personal gain and I swear to myself that I do love them but those feelings fall away in direct correlation to how much they interact with me. I could love you to the point of obsession and stalking and one month later be completely and totally disinterested. I'm a bigot who pretends to not be bigoted and just parrots what other people say not because I believe it but because it's the right thing to say, and I only say what the right thing is to say because whenever I say a good thing something good will happen to me and if I say a bad thing something bad happens to me. it's all just self preservation, nothing else at all. but now I'm at the end of a road of just trying to do good and I'm alone. out of the only two friends that I can really say that I have left, one is far away and trapped in a guilt spiral that I caused by being too clingy, and the other has been behaving in a way my mind has decoded as defensive around me which makes sense as I have been very... the best way to describe it would be the way a dudebro incel interacts with any person who possesses a vagina/breasts but sneakier. in both relationships I've pushed my own wants and desires in extremis... I can't for the life of me recall the last time I have ever offered something in return other than my own company or paying for a meal at a restaurant or I guess transportation. and instead of sex I just want them to express even the slightest bit of intimate platonic physical affection towards me but that's still a lot to offer someone who has clearly expressed the existence of a sexual and maybe something near the realms of romantic in one of the cases physical attraction because for this aspec it's practically the same fucking thing.

and I've manipulated them to attain this goal. at this point my shit brain has considered just fucking going to town on my wrists with a razor blade to draw sympathy so that I'll get a hug or something beyond just a simply hello/goodbye, and finding a way to induce tears to concoct a sob story to reach the same end result, and one time very briefly via threat and intimidation so you can clearly see that I've gone far too into irredeemable territory. I've been playing and replaying cry of fear because it's just too similar to my own issues and the first ending where he just kills everyone he loves and then himself... I see me in that ending. and it scares me so much more than the sprinting screaming twitching one hit kill chainsaw guy ever will. I don't want that to be me, I want to change something, but I just can't get the help that I need. I had hoped to go for a domino effect, where if I could be cuddled for like five minutes or something, I'd have the energy to be more hygienic, which would make me feel capable enough to take on two jobs, which would get me the cash flow I need to pay my bills and take care of my hormones, which would put me in the headspace necessary to effectively use psychological help, which would let me get over my illnesses and actually become a more successful person instead of the pathetic husk I am here in non-fantasy land.

but that won't happen.

I'm just sitting here in the dark angsting about how nobody will touch me in a way that would produce oxytocin, and it's making me so sick, so physically sick, that it's affecting my brain too. I'm in pain, nauseous, vengeful, spiteful, paranoid, judgmental, and lonely. I'm stuck and I can't even kill myself because my mind wants me to stay alive and suffer through all of this because "oh it gets better" people have been saying that for well over half of my life. I was six or seven years old when I asked my mother to kill me, and that same level of desperation and bitterness has only gotten worse as time goes by. when does it get better? I'll tell you when it gets better, after I'm in prison or comatose or forty five years old with a cane and bad eyes and high blood pressure and lung cancer from all the secondhand smoke I've breathed in my life. when my life is over, that's when it gets better. I DONT WANT THAT. I WANT A NORMAL FUCKING LIFE RIGHT NOW. I WANT NORMAL FRIENDSHIPS AND A NORMAL HOME AND A NORMAL EDUCATION AND A NORMAL CAREER AND A NORMAL FAMILY. or at least I want someone to hold me and make me feel like I'm not so horrible and broken that I can't be touched.

but that's too much to ask for.

[lovelyluridlife]

Y'all Gon' Make Me BLOG MY MIND.

So, since none of you turd nuggets can focus on more important things (like rebuilding our hurricane ravaged country, mental health and wellness of those in need, racism, church shootings, impeaching the pervert/bigot in office, etc), let's talk NFL. YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO BOYCOTT BECAUSE OF PEACEFUL PROTEST, AND CLAIM ITS ABOUT A FLAG? And disrespecting the military???

Really? But, really, though...? Okay, this is real. Wow. Yeesh. If you care so much about AMERICA, you should start by caring for its people. Spend your [newly freed up!] Sundays feeding the homeless, volunteering with seniors, mentoring the YOUTH. Get the hell off the Internet. I mean, if you want to boycott the NFL, do it. But choose a reason that serves a purpose. Like, the size of the salaries. Whyyy the actual fudge do we need to pay athletes and entertainers like they're royalty. Or serving a meaningful purpose toward bettering our country's wellbeing. Boycott the NFL until athletes and coaches make what our teachers make. Use the billions of surplus cash to then pay teachers what they actually deserve... and lower tuition costs... and rectify healthcare... invest in organic, sustainable farming practices.

Pay off some national debt, maybe? I mean, hey Sir Trumpalot, I thought you were really, tremendously, great with money? Or are you just good at helping yourself. Come on bro, prove us wrong, and get your shit together. Cool? While we're at it, let's punch big pharma in its tiny shlong, and lower the cost of life-saving medication? That would be cool, too. God forbid, we afford to live well, let alone live at all.

Oh, and back to what I said above; about the NFL players not deserving their pay grade because they aren't "serving a meaningful purpose toward bettering our country's wellbeing". Perhaps the ones boycotting do deserve it. Because at least they're starting the conversation.

I, too, am taking a knee. We all should. While we are down there, let's pray. We can't stop the racists, bigots, homophobes, misogynists who are using this issue as their cloak of defense, so let's just keep them in prayer. Y'all, pray for me, too. I'm two seconds away from starting the practice of performing back alley lobotomies...

Happy Monday, piglets.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Additional Tags: wolfstar, jily, Marauders Medical AU, jily fic - Freeform, wolfstar fic, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Minor Character Deaths, Angst, Fluff, jily au, Wolfstar AU, Snape is a pervert, fenrir is a psychopath, referenced violent relationship, cursing  Ended up posting two chapters cause one was too long!! Hope you enjoy...

James Potter was arrested for possession of drugs with intention to supply. What happens next?

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                      Don’t Know How Much I Can Take

Morning before the arrest…

“I’ve been meaning to ask you for a long time. Why did you ignore me afterwards, the time we kissed at the Med Ball? I was so confused,” said Sirius.

He was lying in bed beside Remus, warm and exhausted and happy.

“oh, that,” said Remus, grimacing and falling back onto his pillow.

Remus sighed and glanced at his boyfriend. Sirius looked dishevelled, if not debauched, yet languidly relaxed. Unbelievably attractive.

“I don’t think even you realise just how gorgeous you are! I was mad about you. I guessed you were flirting with me for months, but I was too frightened after the whole…”

“Car thingy,” supplied Sirius immediately; he didn’t like seeing Remus’ face whenever he mentioned that traumatic episode.

“Yeah, car thingy,” smiled Remus, kissing Sirius’ hand lightly.

“And?” said Sirius eagerly.

“And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you that night, I didn’t think. Just acted,” shrugged Remus.

“You were beautiful, I still remember you in the starlight. Fucking beautiful,” said Sirius reverently.

Remus rolled his eyes. He was dreadful at accepting compliments.

“Avery had been threatening me for a few months at that stage, had somehow found out I was gay. I was anxious after kissing you in case he made good on his threats. When I went back to sit in my car to clear my head. Avery cornered me and told me if I didn’t leave you alone, he’d tell your parents and get you disowned. Or worse,” said Remus. “I wasn’t sure what to do. Then I overheard you talking to Snape and Rosier, denying you were gay. I thought maybe I didn’t mean anything to you.”

He looked at Sirius again.

“Fuck Avery!” said Sirius. “Shit! I feel so bad that you heard what I said to those two bastards! I panicked, I was terrified they’d tell my parents. I was scared of them, my parents, not those two idiots!”

“It’s alright, Sirius, I understand,” said Remus, placing his hand over Sirius’.

“I told them though, that morning, told them the truth,” said Sirius, his eyes filled with anger and hurt. “That was the last time I spoke to them, or saw them. They kicked me out. Disowned me.”

“They did what?” said Remus, horrified.

“I’m glad I told them, Remus,” said Sirius, holding on to his boyfriend’s hand. “It was eating me up inside. It was all a lie. I couldn’t have stayed there any longer. They are horrible people, Remus. Racists and bigots and homophobic and…”

He tried not to think about Reg, about what must have happened to him. But sometimes he couldn’t help himself.

“I didn’t know,” said Remus, his voice wavered. “I did it to protect you. All that time… I didn’t know. And then you disappeared, stopped attending college. I didn’t know the full story.”

“We can’t change the past,” said Sirius, sinking back onto the bed. “You’re here now. You make me so happy.”

“I know,” Remus’ lips twitched upwards.

“Is it too early to tell you I’m in love with you?” asked Sirius, staring up into Remus’ eyes.

“Probably,” said Remus smiling.

Sirius saw the look of amusement and joy on his boyfriend’s face, sheer joy, and marvelled at the change in him. He knew that was also due to therapy, over the last few months. Still…

“A short run of mad, passionate lovemaking with Dr. Sirius Black and you’re a new man!” he said playfully, running his index finger over Remus’ lower lip.

“It probably is too early, but I’ll say it anyway – I’m madly in love with you, Sirius,” said Remus, running his hands through Sirius’ straight, silky hair.

Sirius blinked twice.

“Managed to shut you up, for once, have I?” Remus said, with a gleam in his eyes.

Sirius’ grey eyes continued looking at him with confusion.

“Come here!” said Sirius, recovering from shock and pulling Remus down on top of him to kiss him hungrily.

“I love you, Remus Lupin!” Sirius whispered urgently, covering his boyfriend’s face, neck and chest with kisses.

“We’re supposed to be getting ready for work,” groaned Remus, doing nothing to stop Sirius’ ministrations.

“You can’t say things like that and expect to get away scot-free!” said Sirius, winking at Remus seductively. “Remember – mad, passionate love-making? You and me? In love?”

“I remember, we’ve literally just done that this morning,” muttered Remus, finding Sirius’ lips again.

“So? Nothing stopping us doing it again, is there?” said Sirius.

“Yes, I have to… oh screw that!” said Remus, losing control.

“I’m irresistible, say it!” said Sirius, arching into him.

“You’re irresponsible,” said Remus.

“Same difference,” said Sirius breathlessly.

……………………………

“Come on, Lily, stop being a lazy git and get out of bed!” Lily muttered to herself crossly.

She sat on the edge of her bed and groaned, as another wave of nausea hit her.

“Ugh!” she said, lying back down again immediately. “What is wrong with me!”

She was beginning to think that maybe her self-diagnosis of Winter Vomiting Bug was wrong. It should have cleared up by now. She thought last night she was better. Now she wasn’t sure if she could get up and drive into work without vomiting.

Leaning back into her pillow, looking at the sunlight streaming into the tiny cottage, she smiled absentmindedly, thinking about James, and their conversation in her house the previous night.

“I’ve been offered a job in the States, it’s a research post, in Boston,” she had said, biting her lip.

“I know,” said James smiling at her proudly. “I’m not surprised, you’re incredible! You deserve it.”

“Yeah, but…” she hesitated.

“Are you worried how it might affect us?” he asked, stroking her hair softly.

“Yeah,” she said, turning her head to look him in the eye. “I don’t want to ruin this… us…”

“I’ll wait for you,” he said soothingly. “I’m not letting you get away from me that easily, not after waiting so long! If that’s what you want?”

“Of course it’s what I want!” said Lily, staring into his warm, hazel eyes. “I’m wondering if I should go or not?”

“Don’t be daft,” he admonished, kissing the top of her head. “You’ve worked so hard for this. You shouldn’t sacrifice your career because of me! I could try to sit the USMLE exams and see if I could take a year or two off the scheme and move over with you.”

She sat up and turned towards him.

“James, that’s too much, trying to sit those awful American exams! You’re meant to be sitting the Membership exams as well. You just won’t have time for all that!” she said, brushing her fingertips over his chest.

“You forget that I’m frighteningly intelligent!” he grinned at her.

“I don’t forget!” she rolled her eyes fondly. “I’ll never forget Tom Suffolk reading out our exam results in Fourth Year and stopping with utter disbelief when you came second. Despite doing practically nothing all year!”

“I may have exaggerated the extent of my slacking!” he laughed good humouredly. “Trying to make myself look cool in front of a certain red-head I was desperately trying to impress!”

“What an eejit!” she said, leaning over and planting kisses on his chest and shoulders.

He winked at her.

“I’m very serious! I’m going to sit those damned exams and see what happens. If I pass them, excellent. If not, I’ll just have to save up and come over to annoy you as often as I can,” he said in a low voice.

In the back of his mind he was trying to reconcile his monthly earnings and the cost of travelling to the U.S.

“Hell yes!” she said, her large green eyes filled with longing. “I won’t be able to stand it if I can’t see you regularly. I don’t think I could stick it out. And I can’t have some beautiful Irish woman steal you away from me!”

She moved up and pressed her lips to his.

“This is the only Irish woman for me,” he said, kissing her back. “The only woman.”

“James Potter, stop saying things like that!” she said, feeling her heart rate pick up. “You’re driving me wild.”

“Make me stop,” he challenged.

She stared at the man underneath her.

“You’re unreal!” she laughed breathlessly.

“That’s how it’s always been with us, very competitive,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

He was perfect. In every way.

“Just watch me,” she said.

Sunday, Forty-eight hours after the arrest of Dr. James Potter…

“Dr. Potter, I think its only fair to point out that it’s not looking good, you know.”

James looked at the grey-haired woman in front of him and snorted.

“Really? I thought I was in with a reasonable chance,” he said dryly.

“Well, stwictly speaking, no,” the tight-lipped solicitor replied cautiously, her pronunciation difficulties accentuated by her anxiety. “I’m afwaid that the evidence against you is wather overwhelming-“

“I’m joking, Pince,” said James, giving a short humourless laugh. “I know what it looks like.”

Irma Pince cleared her throat and looked up over her reading glasses.

“I should pwobably point out that it would be pwudent to consider entewing a guilty plea. You’ll still get the mandatowy sentence but if you offer to coopewate with the Gardai, pwovide information on the cwiminal gang involved and-“

“Pince, there’s zero chance of me entering a guilty plea so you can scrap that idea immediately, alright?” said James, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

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Chapter 9: Don't Know How Much I Can Take

#marauders au #medical au #jily #wolfstar #drama #fluff #angst