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previouslygillany:

"Ever since fourth year," James started to explain, when I obviously failed to grasp the humorous concept of ‘the whole picture’, "I’ve had you up on a sort of pedestal, you know?"

"Pedestal?" I asked.

"Yeah," James nodded. "I mean, you…you’re Lily Evans. You’re perfect. You’re smart, you’re nice, you’re beautiful, you’re confident and clever, the professors adore you—everyone loves you—you were a prefect, you always followed the rules, never did wrong…"

I blushed furiously, ignoring the self-conscious flutter in my stomach as he went on and on about my supposed perfection. However utterly and completely wrong he was about mostly everything he was saying, I’m not going to lie and pretend I didn’t enjoy hearing him say it anyway. I’m only human, after all.

"You," he continued pointedly, throwing me a small smile as I began to resemble a tomato more and more, "were the Infallible Lily Evans."

Commentarius by BCDaily

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legentlemancambrioleur:


I’ve been so bloody fucking in love with you, and you can’t even fucking remember—”
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
"What?" I whispered hoarsely, my entire body frozen, everything in me just…ohmygodohmygod. "What did you just say?"

Commentarius - Chapter 32. By B.C Daily.

legentlemancambrioleur:

I’ve been so bloody fucking in love with you, and you can’t even fucking remember—”

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

"What?" I whispered hoarsely, my entire body frozen, everything in me just…ohmygodohmygod. "What did you just say?"

Commentarius - Chapter 32. By B.C Daily.

1 year ago / 428
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thepondlife:

I’ve been is present perfect, not past tense

hm

could this mean—


"

Do you really? Well make sure your personal slave is writing neatly. I have to be able to read the notes, you know.

My personal slave always writes neatly. She never slips.

Well, good for you then. You’re personal slave sounds perfect.

She is.

"

— Commentarius, bcdaily (via jimkirksbones)

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1 year ago / 142
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"I must have written millions of letters, but I never sent them. I came close to it in fifth-year—after all that business after the Defense O.W.L.S, remember that?—but I always chickened out. Figured I embarrassed myself enough in person, it wasn’t necessary to do it in words."

"I must have written millions of letters, but I never sent them. I came close to it in fifth-year—after all that business after the Defense O.W.L.S, remember that?—but I always chickened out. Figured I embarrassed myself enough in person, it wasn’t necessary to do it in words."


I haven't commentarius so what does homemade fudge have to do with jily? Just wondering :)
Anonymous

Fudge is a really cute/smart running joke in Commentarius (which you should read) by B.C. Daily. It’s a very popular fanon thing associated with Jily because in the story, both James and Lily love fudge. This results in hilarious scenes such as Lily using her Mum’s homemade fudge to tempt James and to soften his apparent hostility at a few points in the story. And it also plays a big part during their first date (but I’m not giving away too much!). Fans of Commentarius, therefore, like to mention fudge to pay tribute to/fangirl about the story.



ajamesandlilykindoflove:

Mrs. Weasley had sent homemade fudge with the jumper for Harry for Christmas in Philosopher’s Stone. HOMEMADE FUDGE. brb sobbing. So many Jily feels.

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"You have no idea," he told me slowly, his voice tinted with happy amusement, "how bloody fantastic it is to hear you say my name. For three years I had to put up with derision-filled ‘Potter”s and I swear, you could make a bloke start to hate his own name, Infallible. You really could."
He sealed that last statement with another kiss, this one light and short, barely even a brush of lips. I sighed into his mouth, my head already beginning to pound. (x)

"You have no idea," he told me slowly, his voice tinted with happy amusement, "how bloody fantastic it is to hear you say my name. For three years I had to put up with derision-filled ‘Potter”s and I swear, you could make a bloke start to hate his own name, Infallible. You really could."

He sealed that last statement with another kiss, this one light and short, barely even a brush of lips. I sighed into his mouth, my head already beginning to pound. (x)

1 year ago / 222


Then we both laughed like a pair of right loons because sometimes when things are extremely uncomfortable and you’re not entirely sure why your body is reacting to another body in a quite different and quite sudden—though startlingly not quite entirely unpleasant— sort of way, what else is there to do other than just sitting there and laughing? (x)

1 year ago / 141