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#straight james potter
made-by-moon · 5 months
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James Potter would be the most confusing man that ever stepped into Hogwarts. And not because he has adhd or can turn into a STAG. No no no. It would be because he is the biggest sexual paradox to ever be.
He wears tank top and slutty shorts for a party, gossips with girls, lets Sirius do his make up but at the same time he takes almost 3 seats with how his legs would spread, he is obsessed with quidditch and flirts with Lily 24/7.
Everyone is confused, arguing if he is gay or straight or bisexual and loosing their mind in general.
And he would just stand by and watch the chaos unfold.
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theprongspotter · 6 months
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Sirius, coming out: I don’t like women.
James, gasping: You’re a misogynist?!
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controversialhpmemes · 2 months
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wierdshenanigans · 8 months
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I can't believe all that the Jegulus fandom got from Reg in canon was a fucking note and they all collectively decided "James hit that."
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siriuslygay1981 · 5 months
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*Jily showing off their new baby and wanting to mess with the others*
James-We named her after my grandmother
*Lily nods*
James- Her name is Grandma
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led-bloody-zeppelin · 5 months
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decade accurate marauders era wardrobes - james potter
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james' is a more stereotypical take on the seventies. i feel like he embodies the common characteristics of this period of fashion, with its exaggerated collars and pant legs, vibrant colors and patterns including paisley print.
paisley print has origins dating back to thousands of years ago from somewhere between modern-day iran and the india-pakistan border. along with indian music, fashion, and hinduism, it gained major popularity during late 60's/early 70's in us and european pop culture due to the quickly growing hippie and psychedelic movements.
although southern asian influence has held a place in european fashion, its mid 20th century renaissance was largely pioneered by the beatles (a band that i think james would've really liked).
indian!james is a popular headcanon so i feel especially inclined to include paisley and other patterns derived from india/southern asia that had influence on british pop fashion as a nod to this interpretation of him.
idk what it is about it but something about sherpa lined denim jackets and just denim in general scream james to me. such a shame he didn't get to live through the 80s god he would have loved double denim 💔
contrary to popular belief james fleamont potter did in fact strut, in platform shoes with chunky heels that alerted everybody on hogwarts grounds that he was approaching from miles away
in the 60s and 70s glasses shifted from being used solely for eyesight to fashion accessories. this change gave a rise to a variety of glasses styles such as different frame shapes, lens colors, and sizes. james is commonly depicted as wearing teashade/john lennon glasses but comically large square shaped aviator glasses are so much more uniquely 70s (and james coded) imo.
i'm not sure who said it first but red converse are also very james coded. he has a pair of beat up chuck 70s that he wears on early morning runs, sneaking around the castle, quidditch practice, etc etc
james was a male athlete in the 70s him leading quidditch practices in short shorts and a crop top might as well be written in canon idc‼️
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backsurasy · 6 months
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They are just too cute, I love them, I want them to adopt me
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moonsavenue · 1 year
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it's so funny to me that in the memory of the marauders and snape taking their OWLs James is doodling a snitch even though he is a CHASER like babe that's so gay of you
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siriuslystarbucks · 7 months
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Someone: Merlin, you'd let Sirius get away with murder
James, who not only has forgiven Sirius for murder but has helped him with it and provided an alibi, then went and planted evidence to make sure Sirius couldn't be considered a suspect: Haha don't be ridiculous
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adharastarlight · 2 years
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Reg: merde, I have a problem
Sirius: you have a problem!? I'm in love with my best mate!
Reg: so am I!!!
Sirius: really? Evan? Isn't he dating Barty?
Reg: no, you idiot. I'm in love with your best mate. And Evan’s my oldest friend, Barty’s my best friend.
Sirius: oh, really? I always thought Evan was- WAIT A MINUTE-
Reg:
Sirius: please don't tell me its Remus
Reg: no, of course not. It's James.
Sirius: merde, you really do have a problem
Reg: I know that!
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kingdorothea · 9 months
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Is the cushioning charm really necessary, love?
So long as you insist on continuing to work like this, yes. Our son has no defense against your current, ah, issues with balance.
Our son is my current issue with balance.
everybody thank @mayescapade jude’s anon w the jegulily apothecary au. i’m obsessed with them <3
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bimoonphases · 1 month
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 21 – prompt 21: Skele-gro – word count 729
Skele-gro - Regrows missing bones
“How long do I have? Please, I need to tell my friends goodbye!”
“Oh, stop fussing, Mr Potter, you won’t be dying today, I assure you!”
 Remus chuckled as Madame Pomfrey’s exasperated voice rose form behind the curtain. He knew Poppy, and the more she talked, the better the news. It was when she silently went to work on whatever wounds she had to deal with that you needed to worry, and he knew that better than anyone else. To be honest, he had worried when James had plummeted from his broom to the ground during the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match earlier. Marlene had aimed a bludger at the Slytherin seeker, but Regulus Black had dodged it at the last second while James, who had been right behind him, had been hit at full force. They had immediately taken him to the Hospital Wing, him and Peter levitating him as carefully as they could while Sirius held his left hand as James moaned he didn’t feel his right arm anymore and Marlene followed, apologising every few steps.
The curtain was abruptly moved back, revealing the bed where James laid in his pyjamas, his right arm bandaged and secured around his neck.
“Now stay down, Mr Potter,” Madame Pomfrey said. “You can stay with your friends for a while, before they have to leave but don’t you dare get up, alright?”
The others immediately gathered around the bed, while Remus moved to the nurse’s side.
“How is he?” he asked.
“Rarely seen such a bad fracture,” she shook her head. “I had to vanish the bone and give him Skele-gro to have it regrow from scratch, so he’ll have to stay overnight. But he should be fine tomorrow morning, even if he looks about to make his will right now.”
Remus looked back at the bed, where James was slowly patting Marlene on the head as she apologised once again.
“I forgive you, McKinnon, I know you didn’t mean it,” he said slowly. “You can have my position as Captain when I’m gone. If you want to amend, you can name the first son you and Dorcas will have after me.”
“You’ll be alright, Prongs, we’ve seen worse,” Peter shook his head, a small smile on his face.
“Et tu, Peter?” James moaned. “I lay dying and you betray me like this, trying to make me believe I’ll be back again on my broom, my only reason to live?”
“I thought I was your only reason to live!” Sirius exclaimed from where he was kneeling by the bed, James’s left hand clutched in his.
“Padfoot, my brother,” James sighed, turning to look at Sirius. “Take care of my parents for me, will you? You’ll be the only one they’ll have left.”
“I promise, Prongs, on my life,” Sirius said solemnly.
“Are you sure you’re his boyfriend and not Mr Potter?” Madame Pomfrey asked in a puzzled tone.
Remus just chuckled and joined the others at James’s bedside. As he settled by his side, he felt Sirius lean into him, his tense body relax slightly as the tension of the accident waned.
“You’d better sleep now, Prongs,” he smiled. “Skele-gro isn’t fun, you’d better have some rest while you can.”
“And spend the night here all on my own? On my deathbed?”
“It’s not your deathbed, Prongs” Peter rolled his eyes. “Cheer up, we still managed to beat Slytherin despite your accident!”
“Speaking of,” Remus looked at James. “How did that happen? Baby Black managed to dodge Marlene’s bludger, and you’re normally fast as well yet you got hit.”
James muttered something as his cheeks got red. Remus felt Sirius tense again by his side and he passed an arm around his boyfriend, letting his fingers massage his shoulder while Sirius leaned even more into him.
“What was that?” Peter smirked.
James muttered again, not looking up from his bedsheets, but Marlene shook her head.
“He got distracted looking at baby Black,” she snorted. “It’s been like this the whole match.”
James got even redder and managed to look up from the bed to Sirius, who hid his face in Remus’s shoulder.
“I told you he was walking into walls way more often than usual, baby” Remus chuckled.
“This is not fair, Moony,” Sirius whined. “Is no one straight here anymore?”
“No, thank goodness,” Remus answered, kissing his boyfriend’s hair.
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maladaptivewriting · 3 months
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i don’t not ship jily because of jegulus
i don’t ship jily because the most interesting thing james and lily ever did together was die
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controversialhpmemes · 2 months
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regscupid · 7 months
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10/3 prompt: zombie (1,022 words) - @jegulus-microfic
“Reg, you have to get the next one.” Sirius groaned as he flopped back onto the sofa, throwing his feet into Regulus’ lap. The trick-or-treaters had been especially brutal this year, coming in never-ending hoards of demanding children with variations of the same three costumes and sticky fingers.
“Just turn the lights off so they stop coming.” Regulus shoved at Sirius’ legs.
“Then what, get egged? They know we have the big candy bars.”
“That’s your own fault. I was perfectly content buying one of those mixed fun-sized bags,”
Just as Regulus turned to resume their annual rewatch of Night of the Living Dead, the doorbell rang again.
Sirius looked at Regulus expectantly, nudging his leg with his socked foot. Regulus rolled his eyes and made a show of begrudgingly standing up. He just hoped it wasn’t teenagers this time.
“Trick or treat!” The voice of a small child called out just a bit too loudly when he opened the door. The boy couldn't have been older than four or five and was dressed as an impressively realistic zombie, the illusion only slightly shattered by the pair of little red glasses wrapping around his face. His arms visibly wobbled with the strain of holding out a Lightning Mcqueen pillowcase nearly full to the brim with candy.
“Wow, you’ve worked very hard tonight, haven’t you?” Regulus’ voice lilted with the effort of trying to contain a laugh at the expectant way he glanced between the pillow case and Regulus.
“We heard this is where the good candy is,” A warm voice called from behind the kid. Regulus met the eyes of another much taller, adult zombie, making his way up the porch steps.
He also wore glasses that took the edge off the undead part of the costume- though the smile on his face had Regulus thinking there wasn't a costume the man could wear that would come off as anything other than charming.
“You’ve heard correctly. But don’t go spreading that around,” Regulus joked. 
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” The man chuckled. The laugh resonated through Regulus’ skull and he became hyper-aware of himself, quickly turning his attention instead to the cheap plastic cauldron of chocolate bars on the table by the door.
“Well I think this is the scariest costume I’ve seen all night, so it’s only fair you get two candy bars,” Regulus crouched down in front of the kid, scratching his head in mock consideration, “What do you think?”
“Yeah!” The kid dropped his pillow case without care, leaning toward the cauldron with the kind of excitement you only see in children. Candy poured out of the case and the man, presumably his father, huffed out an exasperated sigh.
“Harry,” The man warned kindly, bending down to clean up his child’s war spoils.
“Sorry. Yes please, thank you.” The kid, Harry, smiled sweetly.
“Why don’t you pick,” Big green eyes widened and he leaned forward to peer at his options.
“There’s so many kinds.”
“There are. Don’t worry, take your time.” Regulus shrugged, setting the cauldron on the ground in front of Harry to poke through, and stood back up. He wasn’t sure where the patience was coming from. With most trick-or-treaters, he’d usually throw whatever candy bar he grabbed into whatever bag, bucket, or pillowcase he was presented with and send them on their way as quickly as possible.
Standing up brought him back to eye level with the man behind Harry. Ah, that’s it.
Sure, he was covered in prosthetics, fake blood, and tattered clothes, but Regulus could see right through it. The wide-set broadness of his shoulders, the easy confidence in his smile, the kind crinkle of his eyes. Regulus wasn’t ashamed to admit he had a type and this guy fit the criteria. And something in the way his eyes lingered on Regulus’ skin above the waistband of his joggers and below the hem of his t-shirt had Regulus thinking it wasn’t entirely unreciprocated.
“So, do you guys live in the neighborhood?” Regulus asked as Harry continued to slowly weigh his choices.
“Yeah, a block over. We actually just moved in a few days ago.” 
“Ah, well, welcome. I’m Regulus, and my brother Sirius lives here too.” He cringed at himself internally, wanting nothing more than to ram his own head into his door. He hated small talk, and there was no reason to mention Sirius at all, but something in him needed the guy to know he didn’t have a partner to live with. Though, he showed no sign of being thrown off.
“I’m James, this is my son, Harry.” James settled his hand on top of Harry's head, “It’s just us.”
Regulus couldn’t help his smile at the way he emphasized the last part, James’ grin shifting just to the right of flirty.
“Okay, I picked!” Harry called out, turning to James with his small fists curled tightly around his clearly well-thought-out choices.
“Well done, Haz,” James leaned down to scoop up his son, settling him on his hip with the full pillow case still clutched in his other hand. “Say thank you to Regulus,”
“Thank you Reglus,” Harry gave him a wide smile lacking a few teeth and Regulus felt something in his chest turn warm and gooey.
“Of course. Gotta give the zombies plenty of candy so they’re not hungry for my brains, right?”
Harry giggled and the conversation lulled.
“Happy Halloween, neighbor,” James slowly backed up on the porch.
“Happy Halloween. See you around,” Regulus fiddled awkwardly with the door handle.
“Yeah. I hope so.” James winked and turned around, starting his way down the path to the street and Regulus flushed despite himself.
When the door closed, Regulus peaked through the window by the door, ducking when James looked back at the house.
“As sweet as that was, can we please get back to the movie before I throw up?” Sirius stared at him from the entryway to the living room.
Regulus couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed or embarrassed at the eavesdropping, too distracted by the giddy thrum in his chest.
“I’m going to fuck the neighbor.”
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oxydiane · 2 years
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snape is lucky lily died because imagine voldemort actually spared her and she found out snape begged the Dark Lord to kill her husband and child but keep her alive lmaoooo
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