First thing: Happy birthday James Potter! :)
On this day on 1960, James Potter was born to Mr. and Mrs. Potter. He was one of the best pranksters Hogwarts has ever seen, one of the best streaks of talent for Transfiguration the world has ever seen but most of all, the bravest, most loyal, proudest and true Gryffindor, parent, patriot and friend the entire history has ever known. He died for what he loved, he died for what he thought was worth it. He sacrificed himself for his family and I, as a true Potterhead, am proud of him.
He was a true friend. The most loyal you could ever find. He spent so much time working on the Marauders' Map. He took a risk to be an Animagi (not sure if I spelt that right) just to stop his friend from self-mutation and to keep his friends company on lonely nights in the cold.
Most of all, he deserved Lily Evans. He deserved Harry. He deserved all his friends. He has left his mark on the history of the world without even knowing it.
And that’s why I really love Prisoner of Azkaban, there’s so much reference to Lily and James in there.
I've always admired James. Yeah, he was damned talented and smart and all that but what I really admired about him was his bravery. He had the bravery to just go up to the girl he liked and just asked her out. He had the bravery to die for the things he loved most. I honor that kind of death above all. I wonder if I have that kind of bravery. I wonder what will I die for.
Then I have this certain attachment with James. He is probably the dream guy anyone could ask for. And I half created him although J. K. Rowling set the 'base' for his character so I have this strong affection for him. And during the process of writing the James and Lily fanfictions, just reading their story over and over again (even when I knew what was going to happen and I basically wrote all of it), I was just non-stop smiling for five hours straight. I don't know but just imagining things about James and Lily together and the Marauders makes me happy.
Happy birthday, Prongs.
Okay, I know you've seen most of the pictures before but just bear with me? Just for Prongs?
Oh and this is a new picture! It's nice, isn't it?
The P.S. says "I honestly don't know how that git who sent you the roses ended up in the hospital wing. Unfortunate, though."
Remus and Sirius are teasing Peter and James is just captivated by Lily. He's probably also glaring at Snape for talking to her. Actually, James also hates Snape because he suspected Snape liked Lily for more than a friend.
James was dead. Sirius was in Azkaban for murdering Peter. Remus' friends were all gone, leaving him alone for 13 years until he met the young Prongs and Sirius again.
The two things that irk me about this picture is that James doesn't have hazel eyes and Peter is just too...normal looking.
Second thing: Armani Exchange is different from Emperio Armani, okay? Armani Exchange is the young line of the brand called "Giorgio Armani", Emperio Armani is a lot nicer but for older adults. Good? Because my dad and I were at each others' throats for this thing.
Third thing: My mom thinks my James and Lily fanfics are rubbish and just fucking LAUGHS in my face. She thinks I can't write a good composition, much less write something huge like Romance. Guess what? She hasn't even read a SINGLE word of my fanfictions. She hasn't even written ANYTHING like this before and she's just fucking judging my work?
The convo went something like this:
HER: You really think you're story's that good? (Her tone is practically a fucking sneer.)
Me: I never said it was brilliant. (Honest, when did I say my writing was superb?)
HER: Well, it's not good. (Right now, I'm just utterly shocked because she hasn't even read a single word of it so why did she say that?)
Me: You haven't even read it.
HER: I just KNOW it's not good. I don't need to read it to know. It's a complete joke. (Excuse me, bitch? That was like the dumbest, fucked up answer on the entire planet)
Honestly, pussy? Really? Well, correct me if I'm wrong but WHAT KIND OF FUCKING DAMNED ASSHOLED LOGIC IS THIS?! She's fucking judging the damned book by it's cover when she's the one who's telling me to look deeper under the surface for my whole damned life. What kind of shitty role model is this? Is this some kind of cruel fucked up joke? Because I'm not laughing. Don't you know how much time I spent on these 300+ pages? I fucking spent a total of three weeks writing this. Staying up until midnight and spending every free moment on this.
Then she just says, "Give the story to my colleagues (the English teachers who she works with) and let's see how good is it." NEWSFLASH, bitch. I don't want to go running to the teachers for everything I do. They'll probably stuck to the damned rules and say that I can't do this and I MUST do that... Whatever, I have loads more guidance and inspiration from other people on the web who are much better. And I don't see her doing anything better than what I did. So why don't you just fuck off and leave me and my writing alone?
So I just drop my spoon and leave the dining table. I'm not afraid to do this, at home or anywhere. I'll do it anywhere because she fucking pushed me to my limit. And you WON'T believe what she does next, she goes into my room and yells at me for my attitude. Am I missing something, asshole? Because dissing my writing BEFORE even reading it and then you get angry at me because I get angry at your words is far from logical and nowhere near reasonable. Fine then! Would you feel better if I said: I'm sorry about my attitude, hoe because I really don't fucking understand the fucked up universe in your touched head!
Oh, guess what? This scenario has been happening in my home for the last 7 years. Ever since the first picture storybook I've written on my own when I was 5 until now, when I'm writing about romance. I hate this fucked up, unreasonable slut sometimes.
You know, I've actually forgotten when was the last time she complimented me on anything.
