“Sirius Told Me,” James Said, Letting Himself Be Dragged Down The Eleventh-floor Corridor, “that

I headcanon that Baby Harry knew Sirius’s secrets more than even James, as Sirius would tell Harry absolutely everything, as he rocked him to sleep.

Jace stepped forward first, in a gear jacket printed with golden runes, and held out a hand to Alec. “I stand as suggenes to Alexander Lightwood,” he said with pride. Magnus felt about Jace the way he had felt about many Shadowhunters over the years, Fairchilds and Herondales and Carstairs and others: fondness and faint exasperation. But in moments like this, when Jace’s love for Alec shone true and untrammeled, he felt only gratitude and affection. Alec took Jace’s hand and they began to walk the pathway of light. Magnus made to follow them, warlocks having no tradition of suggenes—a companion to the altar—but Catarina stepped forward, smiling, and took his arm. “I fought our mutual green frenemy for the privilege of escorting you,” she said, indicating a fulminating Ragnor with a tilt of her head. “Come on, now—you don’t think I’d let you approach the altar alone? What if you got cold feet and ran off?” Magnus chuckled as they passed by familiar faces: Maia and Bat, Lily wearing a tipsy crown of flowers, Helen and Aline whistling and clapping. Helen had a blue band around her wrist as well as gold runes on her clothes; so did Mark. “My feet have never been warmer,” Magnus said. “They’re positively toasty.” She smiled at him. “No doubts?” They had reached the end of the lighted path. Alec stood waiting, Jace beside him on the platform. Behind them was the ocean, stretching out silvery-blue as Magnus’s magic, all the way to the horizon. Their closest friends ringed the platform—Clary with her arms full of blue and yellow flowers, Isabelle carrying Max and sniffling back tears, Simon alight and smiling, Maryse with Rafe by her side: he looked solemn, as if aware of the significance of the occasion. Jia Penhallow stood where a priest would stand in a mundane ceremony, the Codex in her hand. They had all donned shawls or light jackets of silk, runed in gold; silk banners hung suspended in the sky, printed with runes of love and faith, commitment and family. Magnus glanced down at Catarina. “No doubts,” he said. She squeezed his hand and went to stand beside Jia. There was a second ring around the platform: The Blackthorns and their friends were all there, clustered in close. Julian smiled his slow quiet smile at Magnus; Emma glowed with happiness as Magnus crossed the wooden platform and took his place opposite Alec. Alec held his hands out, and Magnus took them. He looked into Alec’s blue eyes, the precise color of his own magic, and felt a great calm descend over him, a peace beyond all other peace he had ever known. No doubts. Magnus didn’t need to search his soul. He’d searched it a thousand times, ten thousand, in the years he’d known Alec. Not because he doubted, but because it shocked him so much that he didn’t. In all his life, he had never known such surety. He had lived happily and had no regrets, he had made poetry out of wondering and wandering, had lived untethered and gloried in freedom. Then Magnus had met Alec. He had felt drawn to him in a way he couldn’t have explained or anticipated: He had wanted to see Alec smile, to see him be happy. He had watched Alec turn from a shy boy with secrets to a proud man who faced the world openly and unafraid. Alec had given him the gift of faith, a faith that Magnus was strong enough to make not just Alec happy, but a whole family happy. And in their happiness, Magnus had felt himself not just free, but surrounded by an unimaginable glory. Some might have called it the presence of God. Magnus just thought of it as Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Queen of Air and Darkness - Magnus and Alec’s wedding scene 1 (via magnusbane-aleclightwood)

How to help Amazônia:

You can donate to SOS Amazônia which is one among the 100 NGOs selected as “The Largest NGOs in Brazil”.

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And remember: - 1 USD is 4,04 reais. - 1 EUR is 4,47 reais. If you donate only $2,50 USD (10 reais) you’re helping a lot.

If you donate only $2,30 EUR (10 reais) you’re helping a lot. About people saying “the minimum value is $10”: Even if you’re not from Brazil you can donate in REAL instead of donating in USD or EUR via Paypal, so… YES, you can donate less than 10 dollars or euros. (Just don’t change the currency to USD or EUR, Paypal converts your dollars/euros to reais.)

Or you can help by signing the petitions too!

https://secure.avaaz.org/campaign/po/apocalipse_na_amazonia_40/?cdGYPob and https://www.change.org/p/impedir-o-desmatamento-e-explora%C3%A7%C3%A3o-da-amaz%C3%B4nia

It won’t take much of your time!

Translation:

Stop killing the Amazon!

To members of the Brazilian Congress, the government of Jair Bolsonaro and world leaders: As citizens around the world, we were horrified to see the rapid increase in the destruction of the Amazon rainforest in recent months. The fate of humanity is directly connected with the fate of the Amazon, and we ask that you do everything you can to protect the forest, including passing laws to protect public forests and ending illegal deforestation, and even increasing international pressure to prevent further destruction of the Amazon.

Please. Boost if possible, this is REALLY important.

James: What if something happens to Sirius and he never gets to meet my baby?

Remus: James-

James: I don't want to hang out with some stupid baby who's never met Sirius

high school yearbook awards → best bromance

You have been generous answering many prompts, including mine. If you have more headcannon about Remus teaching Harry, and having more moments where he’s struck by memories of James/ Lily, I’d love to read it :)

The classroom was in such chaos when he entered (a few minutes late, as usual), that none of his students noticed him come in. Above the noise and chatter, one drawling voice in particular caught Remus’s attention thanks to its sheer unpleasantness. 

‘For me to consider a woman she must have certain attributes,’ Malfoy was saying loudly, leaning back on his chair and smirking. ‘I won’t consider anything less. Slim, attractive, athletic, good at cooking-’

‘If she’s got all that going for her, why would she go out with you?’ Harry interrupted savagely. 

Remus had to pretend he hadn’t heard so he could turn away and busy himself in the stationery cupboard so no one could see him biting back laughter. 

It was so Lily. Not just the quick-wittedness of the put down, but the grimacing, exasperated, withering expression that had crossed his face as he said it. For a second he didn’t look like James at all - everything about the way he held his face was Lily, everything about his tone, everything about the bluntness. ‘God, she’s brutal,’ he remembered James saying admiringly one day.  

‘Oh, come back when you get some parents, Potter-’

‘Well I’ve been talking to your mum a lot lately-’

Deciding that the argument was getting a little too serious for him to continue to ignore, Remus grabbed an old textbook from the stationary cupboard and dumped it on his desk loudly, so that they would realise he was in the room.

This seemed to do the trick; the deep ‘oohs’ and sniggers of the rest of the class died away in an instant - Harry immediately adopted the sheepish expression James used to get sometimes, and Malfoy scowled and reluctantly planted all four legs of his chair on the floor. 

‘Thank you all for settling down so quickly,’ Remus told them pleasantly, ‘though I would appreciate coming into a quieter classroom in the first place. Now, if you would all gather around this tank…’ 

It was tempting to have a quiet word with Malfoy about respecting women, Remus thought, as the chairs scraped and the children eagerly gathered around the Grindylow. But then, he’d probably have to have a word with Harry, too, about the inappropriateness of ‘your mum’ jokes.

Well, he thought, as the girls squealed in exhilarated disgust at the grindylow’s slime, he certainly wasn’t going to admonish Harry. Not when his parents would have been so proud.

Practical Shakespeare Quotes

Do you want to quote more Shakespeare in your life but never find opportunities to say “brevity is the soul of wit”? Do you rarely hang below balconies exchanging love vows with the daughter of your enemy? This is just the list for you. “What an ass am I!” —Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2 “I am not a slut,” —As You Like It, Act 3, Scene 3 (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) “Hell is empty and all the devils are here,” —The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2 “Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways,” —Henry IV Part 2, Act 4, Scene 5 “This is the excellent foppery of the world,”

–King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

“Making the beast with two backs,” —Othello, Act 1, Scene 1 “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool,” —As You Like It, Act 5, Scene 1 “To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee,” —Henry VI Part 3, Act 3, Scene 2 (Works great for courting hot widows.) “I would rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me,” —Much Ado About Nothing, Act 1, Scene 1 “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me,” —Richard II, Act 5, Scene 5 “Marry, sir, in her buttocks.” —A Comedy of Errors, Act 2, Scene 5 (No judgement here.) “My horse is my mistress,” —Henry V, Act 3, Scene 7 (Uh, there might be something wrong with that.) “Thou dost infect my eyes,” —Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2 “Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit,” —Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5 (“Wit” is Shakespearean slang for penis.) “[Wine] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance,” —Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 3 “I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, than feed on cates and have him talk to me in any summer-house in Christendom,” —Henry IV Part 2, Act 4 Scene 1 “Now, gods, stand up for bastards!” —King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2 “Villain, I have done thy mother!” —Titus Andronicus, Act 4, Scene 2 (This means exactly what you think it does.) “And thou unfit for any place but hell,” —Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2 “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers,” —Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 2

“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.” —Othello, Act 4, Scene 2

“Out, dunghill!” —King John, Act 4, Scene 3 “This is too long.” —Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

Hellooo just wondering if you could write something about James babysitting Dora. I can only imagine that being the cutest thing ever 😍

After seemingly chasing her around the entirety of Grimmauld Place, James had finally focused his goddaughter’s attention on the dress-up box, hoping to at least keep her confined to her room. He’d thought he was physically fit, given his job, but apparently small children fuelled themselves on the sheer exhaustion of whoever was looking after them. 

‘What about this, Dora?’ he asked her, pulling out a sequined little dress. ‘Want to be a fairy?’ 

She scowled. ‘No.’ 

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Harry Potter Unpopular Opinions

- jily > snily

- fleur delacour is amazing and deserves more appreciation

- regulus black is my favorite character

- romione is the best ship in the series

- dramione doesn’t make sense (they’re not really compatible)

- cho/harry/cedric is wonderful and is my top

- severus snape is a piece of trash (i can write a 30 page essay about it)

- james potter is wonderful

- linny > hinny (don’t get me wrong, i love hinny with all my heart, i just think that luna and ginny are more compatible)

- neville/luna/ginny is amazing and makes so much sense and needs more appreciation

- harmione doesn’t really make sense to me (feel free to give me reasons why you ship it, because i kinda want to get into it but i don’t really understand rn)

- cho chang is wonderful and deserves appreciation

- i literally never had any appeal in snape

- dumbledore wasn’t half as bad as the fandom makes him out to be (although i don’t like him, i think the fandom is a bit dramatic about him)

- james > snape any day

- narcissa definitely isn’t a good person, but she was a wonderful character and i would love to see what her school days were like

- if lily hadn’t died, snape would still be a death eater and would still be a piece of trash

- teddy lupin deserves more love and appreciation (not unpopular, but also to mentioned enough)

- i never really minded percy

- DRACO MALFOY DESERVED WAY MORE OF A REDEMPTION ARC THAN SNAPE THANKS

- RON WESLEY IS AMAZING AND DESERVES MORE LOVE AND APPRECIATION PLEASE JUST GIVE THIS BOY SOME LOVE I’M BEGGING YOU

- HARRY JAMES POTTER IS SO FCKING UNDERRATED OKAY 

Magnus birthday snippet!

Happy birthday, High Warlock! I’m currently in Southeast Asia so my sense of global time is a bit skewed, but I believe it to be Magnus’ birthday and will be snippeting accordingly! Hope you enjoy this scene from Lost Book of the White in which Magnus has a lot to contend with.

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Magnus found his robe, blinked the sleep from his eyes, and went into the kitchen, where Jace Herondale was pouring coffee into Magnus’s “I’m Kind of a Big Deal” mug.

“Don’t you have your own coffeepot?” Magnus said blearily.

Jace, blond hair in its usual, preternaturally excellent state,flashed him a winning smile that Magnus was not prepared to deal with before he too had some coffee. “I hear you got stabbed by a weird Norwegian thorn,” Jace said. “Also, do you have any soy milk?Clary’s doing a whole soy milk thing now.”

“What are you doing in my apartment?” said Magnus.

“Well,” said Jace, now rummaging in the fridge, “I’d like to think I’d be welcome anytime, what with my close relationship with all three of you. But in this case, Alec called us. Said something about Shanghai.” ​“Who is us?” Magnus said suspiciously.

Jace waved his coffee cup around. “Us! You know. All of us.”

“All of you?” Magnus repeated. He held up a hand. “Wait. Stop. I am going to go put on something more substantial than a kimono. You are going to use your angelic powers to pour me as large a mug of black coffee as you can find, and I will be right back, and then we can talk about terrible concepts like who ‘all of you’ are, or what Alec told you about last night.”

When he returned to the living room, now suitably dressed, he found Alec, arms folded, looking long-suffering. In the far corner of the room, next to the ceiling, Max floated, tumbling in the air. He didn’t seem to be in peril—indeed, he was yelling “Wheeeeeeeeeee” and appeared to be having an excellent time. Under him, Clary Fairchild and Isabelle Lightwood attempted to nudge him back to the ground with a broom handle. With her free hand, Clary was waving a red braid, trying to get Max interested as though he were Chairman Meow. Max was upside-down and obviously feeling good about it. Everyone else was in t-shirts and jeans, but Isabelle, of course, had shown up in a fitted black sweater over a tiered velvet maxi skirt. She was one of the few people who could occasionally make Magnus feel underdressed.