James can’t decide if the “Yours” (“She signed it YOURS, Padfoot!”) outweighs the small detail that apparently Remus makes the cut and he doesn’t.
Lily will later claim that she read once people with dragon pox can breathe fire. James not making the cut was simply her own way of protecting his hair from her potential fire-breathing prowess. Secretly it’s also because she doesn’t want him to see how badly the greenish tinge of her skin clashes with her red hair.
This is a Tentoo/Rose one shot based on the song Baby its Cold Outside. Happy Birthday to Roseand herdoctor Aka Callistawolf. I hope you like it.
The Doctor had been staying in the guesthouse in the week since Bad Wolf Bay while Rose stayed in the main house. She hadn’t thought that she was coming back to this Universe and had sold her flat. Things had been slightly awkward at first, hence the two of them living separately for the time being. It was hard to not feel like she was betraying the Doctor in the other Universe, even though she knew they were both the same man.
In the past two days, however, Rose had been spending more and more time in the guesthouse with him. She had yet to spend the night though. “It’s really coming down out there,” Rose remarked, looking out the window.
The Doctor snuggled her further into his side. They were currently sitting side by side on the couch in front of a roaring fire. “Supposed to be a really bad storm, up to half a meter tonight and even more in the morning.”
(I really can’t stay) But baby, it’s cold outside
(I’ve got to go away) But baby, it’s cold outside
#Standing in the living room of the Tyler mansion #Rose had attached herself to the metacrisis Doctor’s chest #arms wrapped around him and head tucked up under his chin.#”So if you’re marrying my sister” Tony said from across the room #his tone plaintive ”Does that mean you’re going to be a grown-up now?” #The Doctor wrinkled his nose and shook his head a little. #”Never.” (via gallifreyburning)
"Oh yeah. I’m very lucky. I realized at that moment Paul Owen has mistaken me for Marcus Halberstam, a logical faux pas, I suppose, since Marcus and I go to the same barber at the Pierre Hotel and Marcus also works at Pierce & Pierce doing the same exact thing I do. But still, I showed him my fucking card.”
“You don’t know the first thing about me, Potter! Stop pretending that you understand me when you don’t.” Lily snapped, her cheeks blazing crimson as the room full of students looked on. James stood dangerously close to her, towering over her – thanks to his most recent growth spurt – with his hands buried in his trouser pockets as he glared down at her.
But she was wrong, James Potter knew a lot about her, he did understand her more than she realised. He knew Lily drank her tea with sugar and milk, because she thought the taste of plain tea was bland. He knew she woke up early on Sunday’s to sit by the lake, because she liked the way the sunrise looked over the water. He knew she was brilliant at Potions, but her favourite subject was Charms. James also knew that Lily cried when The Beatles broke up. He knew that she always cut the crusts off her toast, because the crusts ‘make your hair curly’. That she hated pumpkin juice because of the pulp. He knew she thought wearing make up to class was a waste of time. James knew whenever Lily Evans was silent; something was very, very wrong. He knew she blushed more when she was angry, than when she was embarrassed. He knew that she chewed the ends of her hair when she was nervous. And that she bit her nails while she studied. He knew that she still preferred Muggle novels to Magical ones; because the stories were a piece of home. He knew she missed her dad more than anything in the world; he knew that a little piece of her died the day that he did. He knew she hated her hair, but could never bring herself to change it. He knew she didn’t hate Sirius as much as she pretended to. He knew she adored being adored by the first years. He knew that she hated the Dark Arts, but he also knew that she missed Severus Snape. He knew that his friendship meant the world to her; and knowing that was gone still hurt her sometimes. But mostly, James knew that Lily Evans was more complex and obscure than even she realised. She was stubborn, yet forgiving. She was an awful procrastinator, but she never once handed homework in later. She never forgot birthdays. She was compulsive, and neurotic. She followed every rule she could have; but the day she got detention for punching Lucius Malfoy in the face, James could have sworn he saw her grin. But more importantly than all that; James knew that she was having a rough week, and that maybe, just maybe – she was picking a fight with him because she needed a win. She needed something to be right about.
He stared down at her, his hands still buried deep in his pockets. With the most earnest voice he could muster, he lied, “You’re right, Evans. I don’t know the first thing about you. In fact, I don’t know anything about you.”
“I’m – I’m what?”
“Are you ill?”
“Are you ill?” She repeated, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously, “You never admit that I’m right.”
“Because you’re never right.”
James could have sworn he saw the sides of her mouth twitch.
i write sins not shopping receiptsOh,
As I’m pacing the aisles in a small corner store,
And I can’t help but to hear,
No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words:
“What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon!” says a patron to a stocker.
“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame we’re not getting in any more.”
I CHIME WITH HAVEN’T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF
STOCKING THE GODDAMN STORE, NO