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James: can I try rizzing you up?
Anyone: ..okay-
James: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLESS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PELASE PELSSE PELASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PELASE—
It would have worked, but the person he’s trying to flirt with isn’t catching on..
Walburga: you do not deserve my son.
James: you don’t deserve your son.
Walburga: excuse me.
James: you heard me.
What if I told you James just wants to get proposed to?
In very relationship, any ships, any universe— he gets his lover a promise ring and he gets proposed to.
Can I just say that the Potter men had the biggest and most muscular arms and thighs
Guys what if I told you that James Potter’s lover(s) always sit in his lap?
“The alchemy by taylor swift” but it’s actually just James’ lovers to/about James.
*puts this out to lure prongsfoot shippers to my blog*
prongsfoot kissing in front of the house they just accidentally set on fire
I've come to the conclusion that no matter what ship (as long as its gay) Sirius likes his men tall.
‘You ran away from home?’ ‘When I was about sixteen,’ said Sirius. ‘I’d had enough.’ ‘Where did you go?’ said Harry, staring at him. ‘Your dad’s place,’ said Sirius. ‘Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son.’
(and I know this set will probably be confusing to some people since a lot of people like Kristin Scott Thomas as Walburga but she’s always been Mrs. Potter to me)
For my peers who long for a friend group like the marauders ❤️✨
Starprincechaser except it's James and Sirius competing for Severus and Severus could not care less.
Sirius is constantly walking him to class, giving unsolicited answers to tests and such (that are also probably wrong), handing him a jacket whenever it's cold out, etc.
James glares at Sirius while this happens, doing the same the next day (probably different favors), and every day, they meet up with each other and are both like, "hah! I'm his favorite now!"
Meanwhile Severus is so confused, probably staring at a wall, questioning all of his life choices.