writeworld:

mightymur:

The final, brilliant word on passive voice.
“She was killed [by zombies.]” <—- passive
“Zombies killed [by zombies] her.” <—- active


(Found from FYCD.)

writeworld:

mightymur:

The final, brilliant word on passive voice.

“She was killed [by zombies.]” <—- passive

“Zombies killed [by zombies] her.” <—- active

(Found from FYCD.)








She wondered what it would be like to be with him in anyway other than slightly courteous housemates. It was there just on the edge of her imagination like those words she knew the meaning to but forgot the way to say them. It would be like a series of hits and misses, Lily decided watching him with narrowed eyes across the table one morning in the Great Hall. There would be tears for sure and lots of bickering but there would be laughter too and the teasing would pile high. She could see it for just a moment like a diagram she’d done for school: fun times connecting to bad times, tears connecting to laughs, road trips and arguments; all of them connected together in this great big web of fond memories. Lily looked back down at her plate and sighed, cursing broom closets and firewhiskey; those parties that the boys threw, her own lack of self-control and above all the cause of this mess in her head: James Potter.

She wondered what it would be like to be with him in anyway other than slightly courteous housemates. It was there just on the edge of her imagination like those words she knew the meaning to but forgot the way to say them. It would be like a series of hits and misses, Lily decided watching him with narrowed eyes across the table one morning in the Great Hall. There would be tears for sure and lots of bickering but there would be laughter too and the teasing would pile high. She could see it for just a moment like a diagram she’d done for school: fun times connecting to bad times, tears connecting to laughs, road trips and arguments; all of them connected together in this great big web of fond memories. Lily looked back down at her plate and sighed, cursing broom closets and firewhiskey; those parties that the boys threw, her own lack of self-control and above all the cause of this mess in her head: James Potter.





Sirius found James pacing outside a room in Mungo’s on the 31st of July 1980. James didn’t stop but started babbling once Sirius was within earshot. “She’s in there with the healers now, you know. She’s in there. and she’s in labor. Oh Merlin. She’s having a baby. She’s having OUR baby. How did this happen? Oh boy. Oh is that screaming? That must be a lot of pain. Bloody hell, Sirius, what if she dies?”

"Er, mate," Sirius replied cautiously, "I highly doubt she’s dying. but on the off chance that she is, wouldn’t you much rather be in there with her than wallowing out here with us?"

That got James’s attention quickly. “Right. Right. Lily. Baby. Us. Family. Got it. In there. Going. Now.” He spun around and marched into the room leaving a chuckling Sirius behind.

Two hours later James was quite certain that he had lost feeling in his right hand and hearing in his right ear but bloody hell he didn’t care because he gained the whole world right there holding his son.

James and Lily just looked at each other and they knew that everything they had been through and everything they were fighting for was worth it if it meant keeping their son safe.

It was Lily who began laughing first. It started off slowly and weakly as James held Harry James Potter for the first time, his eyes bright with glee. Lily let out a raspy laugh and continued to do so, gaining a bit stronger with each passing chuckle. And then James joined in. They must’ve looked positively mad to anyone around them but they didn’t care. They took turns cradling their precious son and laughed and laughed because they were, in some sense of the word, okay.

They knew it. All would be well.



JOHN GREEN’S STARTED WORKING ON A NEW BOOK?!

fishingboatproceeds:

noeyeinclare:

First off, I’m sorry about your ovaries.

Secondly, I like writing stories. It is pretty much my favorite thing to do. Hopefully I will write many, many more books—so many that you become tired of them and all become Hipster John Green Fans and say, “His early stuff was okay but after TFiOS he just became a hack.”



drabble a day: flame.

Lily woke up, confused by her surroundings. Quickly she realized she was in the Common Room. As she slowly got up, she realized she wasn’t alone. “Hey, sleepy head,” James called softly across from her. “You’ve been out for the last few hours. Everyone’s at dinner. I figured I’d wait for you.” Lily smiled a little. “C’mere, Lils.”  She got up, wrapped herself in the blanket, and plopped down under James’s arm. They didn’t say much, a bit of small talk here and there. As they settled into silence, Lily couldn’t help but realize how comfortable it was. Sitting there, watching the flames in the fireplace, with James stroking her hair, Lily didn’t find the need to talk. Often they did this and talked about their days and plans and friends. But moments like these, they sat in the silence at peace. Lily was grateful for these moments. All anyone wanted to talk about lately were Death Eaters and attacks and war. But James understood. She could sit with James and relish in this silence. These moments were reserved for whispered I love yous, smiles, and kisses on the forehead.



Jily one shot. →

actually I don’t even think it’s long enough to be considered a one-shot but it’s my first venture into the world of writing fanfiction. forgive me.





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