This is Makala talking about life. This is a multi-fandom blog. If you follow, then God bless you. I change things a lot so be prepared. Swange. Nothing is ever mine unless stated otherwise.
A few weeks ago, I had a bit of craving for Sherlolly (Molly/Sherlock) fanfiction…….and when I say “a bit of a craving” I mean I scoured fanfiction.net for a very long time and ended up reading hours upon hours worth of them. I figured some of you might be in the same situation, so here are…
A commission I drew for magnolia_mama, back in the day. :’) It’s an illustration for her fic The Mechanics of the Human Engine.
He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments,for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time. (x)
ALL THE FEELS:
1978 by K. East *
Make it Count by Zayz
Scenes from a Hogsmeade Pub by BC Daily *
Intricacies by Beautifully Ugly
Diamonds in the Sky by Queen Nightingale
Recuerda Me by Drowning GoldfishHeartwarming Fluff:
Birthday Expectations by Beautifully Ugly
Of Casual Intimacy and Kitchen Utensils by DOJ
The Incident in the Library by greenconverses *
Number Four by Untiltheveryend7
But I Do Love You by Wilhelmina Willoughby
Revelations in Invisibility by Twerksie
Perfect Match by Franklet *
Incandescence by SuperSpyLighthearted Laughs:
The Hogwarts Soft Core Erotica Business by BadGirlwithsomeRetroSneakers
Dung Detention by Anaela Loves Who *
Victory by glitterpop
Couples Therapy by GhostofBambi *Tear-jerking Pain:
This is the Last Song by monroeslittle *
Inability to Act by GhostofBambi
He and She by KneelBeforeTodd
He Wasn’t All Bad by Amelia Bedelia *
That Elusive Aha Moment by Wilhelmina Willoughby
Someone Like Me by Anaela Loves Who ** Defining fics of each category
I think everyone’s at the denial stage and refuses to believe that Sam Dearborn’s dead.
He can’t be dead.
Nope, not dead at all. He’s just… out on a walk.
well, guys, im terrified about this, but here we go i suppose!
a fanfiction entitled bright red peacoat - for jily october!
It was cold and windy and snappy, and Lily was trudging across the grounds, rubbing her hands together fiercely. She was freezing cold but she’d forgotten her coat, and she’d gone to see Hagrid and now she was walking back, and she was lonely and tired and it had been a long bad day and she didn’t want to do this anymore.
She didn’t really know what she meant by this. She just couldn’t.
It wasn’t that her life was particular bad, it was generally a very good one. She was Head Girl, she had friends and good marks and overall everything was quite swell. She’d had worse years; seventh was shaping out to be quite good.
But today she felt generally, nonspecificly sad, even though it was a pretty good day. She didn’t know why or what had spurred it, but she just wasn’t feeling very happy. And the fact that Mary was curled up with her boyfriend inside, that Sophie was at a study session, also with her boyfriends, and overall that her friends all had people who they preferred to spend time with (over her), was really not helping.
but maybe an Amy in her late 70’s or early 80’s was sitting on her porch with Rory and looks at a calendar and says, “the Doctor crashed in my garden today”
x-wheredwellthebraveatheart-x:
Lily Evans’ laugh rang out into the night, echoing off the trees and empty benches as she strolled through the moonlit park hand in hand with James Potter. James grinned broadly back at her; nothing made him happier than when he succeeded in making Lily laugh.
Well, he thought, pulling his…
Hi guys! So I’ve written some Jily fanfic and I’ve got many ideas and things for the story, but I’m not sure about it. I don’t wanna post it on fanfiction.net yet because…well… I don’t really know.
But I trust you guys, so I would really appreciate it if you could take a peek and tell me what you think…?
what a good fanfic I can’t wait for the next chapt-
James & Lily; Marauders Era.
Favourite TLAT Scenes (x) - Chapter 9, The Art of Walking: “We’re just trying to get along,” interrupted Lily lightly. “There’s nothing going on between us… we’re not even proper mates. We’re just… trying to get along.”
username graphics → slaggyboots
↳ Last look at the mirror and he was ready. Ten minutes later, he was at the gardens waiting for her. It was the first time she really accepted go out with him in seven years, and everything had to be perfect. He was making the last additions on the picnic, when looked up and saw. At his view, it was an redhead girl, with a pair of emeralds on her face(a.k.a eyes), with a red sweater covering a white t-shirt - the autumn of 1978 had just arrived -, slaggy boots and a discret b&w bracelet on her pulse. Could be also called of “view of heaven”.- Potter, are you okay? - She asked calmly, but looking deep on his eyes.
- Wow, Evans, is that you? - He could not contain the completely suprised tone on his voice.
- Of course it’s me. Was you waiting someone else?
- Evans, y-you are… you are… - She smiled sweetly, and he knew. He knew that was the woman he wanted for the rest of his life. The most beautiful and sweet person on earth. The only woman who ever let him out of words to describe.
