l-r-d
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Yes. This is just perfection.
The look after "seven hours for what ?" The bed dancing, the book, everything
I just love it
POLTERGEIST (1982) dir. Tobe Hooper.
<3
The whole fandom is set on traumatizing these poor kids, so I'm giving them a break and a nice peaceful evening, falling asleep piled up on the common room couch. They deserve the rest ✨ (as we all do honestly)
The world is a bit scary right now, so let's keep bringing peace and sweetness, and remember to take care of ourselves and the ones we love <3
I love when you draw them with scars,
And with white hair and wrinkles on their face.
I love when you draw them with tattoos and piercings,
With brown and dark skin,
And with sunburns and freckles.
And not skinny or too skinny,
Too short to reach something or looming over their friends.
I love when you draw them old or tired,
With tears in their eyes or when they are still laughing at a joke.
I love when you draw them with their shirts untucked or a hole in their pants,
With unpaired socks and clothes that do not fit them.
I love when you draw them with not "not perfect" makeup, with yellow teeth or hair everywhere,
I love when you draw them different than we saw them in a movie or than they are described in a book
Because they are alive,
Because they are yours (and ours for a moment).
So thank you
Remus: how did Reggie first came out to you?
Sirius: well there were always signs, but when he really did, he did it by giving me a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"
Remus: That's cute
Sirius: It was NOT cute!
Sirius: I thought he was pregnant.
romantic entanglement…
…would complete you as a human being.
When Harry becomes the DADA professor, kids constantly ask him for an autograph, but he refuses, saying the only thing he’ll autograph is a detention slip. Eventually, though, he starts carrying around a stack of autographed pictures of Ginny, which he gives out when people ask for an autograph. It gets really popular, so he starts mixing it up with autographs from other people, mostly Ron and Hermione. But the students love it, so he adds more. Soon he’s giving out autographs from like fifty different people, including all the teachers at Hogwarts, and a bunch of other random people like Luna, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, etc. He even has some fairly rare ones from Krum and Fleur. It becomes a game in Hogwarts to collect all the autographs, like chocolate frog cards. Some of them are more limited edition than others, like signatures from all the ghosts (though Harry won’t reveal how he managed to get those). George starts to offer a discount at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes (and a prize autograph from Peeves, who will only sign Bertie Bott’s scratch-and-sniff cards) to anyone who can prove they’ve collected the whole set. Harry provides him with up-to-date lists of autographs to check against. Every Hogsmeade weekend there’s a line of Hogwarts students in WWW’s Hogsmeade branch trying to get the discount.
At some point a seventh year comes up to Harry and asks for his autograph, but not as the Savior of the Wizarding World, but because they now have the autograph of every other Hogwarts teacher and want Professor Potter’s to go with them. Harry–trying not to tear up–agrees, but only in exchange for the student’s signature. He begins offering this deal to all departing seventh years, his autograph in exchange for theirs. He tells them it’s in case they ever get famous, so he can add it as a limited edition autograph, but really he keeps them all in a big binder just for himself, to remember all his students. (A couple times, though, when a students does become famous, he will contact them and ask if they’d like to be added to the game. So far no one has said no.)
When Teddy starts at Hogwarts he begins a black market autograph trade because he has access to a lot of the people Harry gets autographs from. Harry’s other three children proudly continue the trade when they get to Hogwarts. They’re all secretly aided by Ginny.
The fact that Snape is one of the youngest if not THE youngest professor is fucking hilarious.
Sirius grew his hair out for Regulus to feel more comfortable with having longer hair.
Now here’s my essay about this:
So everyone has basically accepted the fact that Sirius had long hair from about his 1st year to his 7th. But- imagine if he had short hair and then grew it out after Regulus came out as trans. Alright? Do you have a picture in your head? Great
Now, if I am remembering correctly, there’s a scene where Harry sees a photo of the original order of the phoenix and he notices that Sirius has short hair. This photo is taken two weeks before Marlene dies meaning the photo was taken sometime in 1981. Regulus dies in 1979.
So, Sirius started growing his hair out for his little brother for him to feel less ashamed of having long hair, then he started cutting it after he died because it reminded him too much of Reg.
I know it’s stupid, I don’t care. It’s canon to me
ao3 being down during the day on july 1st feels like they said "we need to do this update but if we do it during june they'll call it a hate crime" and they were correct
'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird
The reason why Lily,Remus, and Regulus never got to be a trio in cannon is because if they were, they would have stopped Voldy so quickly. These bitches would be such a power trio they would be absolutely unstoppable
The Marauders and friends at a theme park.
Sirius: YOU LOST JAMES?!? HOW— HOW DO YOU LOSE A WHOLE ASS MAN-
Regulus: In my defence, I looked away for 1.8 seconds. And then he was just gone!
Regulus, sighing: You know what, I can handle this.
Sirius: How are you going to do that.
Regulus, deeply inhaling: REGULUS BLACK IS SO FUCKING UGLY HE SHOULD—
James, materialising out of nowhere: WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT
Regulus: Found him.
Not James and Regulus already wearing matching shirts that each says; “If lost please return to Regulus Black.” And “I am Regulus Black. I don’t want him back. (Jokes aside, please do return him.)”
Sometimes I wonder if people used to get Barty and Evan mixed up at Hogwarts. Not because they looked similar, but because since first year their names had always been said together. It was always "bartyandevan are late for class," "bartyandevan are getting snacks," "bartyandevan are terrorizing twelve-year-olds." A lot of their classmates weren't sure which was which, because they always seemed to come as a unit.
Evan: Yeah, me and Barty don't use pet names.
Pandora: Really? What does a bee make?
Evan: Honey?
Regulus: No, no you're doing it wrong. What do you call a female dog?
Evan: A bitch?
Barty (falling from the ceiling): Yea dickhead?
Barty (punching the wall): Ahh see, my knuckles are blushing.
Regulus: They are fucking bleeding.
Barty: Blushing.
Evan: *Whispering French into Barty's ear*
Barty: *Literally can't breathe*
Regulus, who's sitting next to him on the couch: *Fighting for his life not to laugh because Evan's not saying anything remotely sexy, he's just complaining about the weather*
Slytherin Headcanon that the first female quidditch player on the house team was Bellatrix … she absolutely wasn’t allowed to do this and in response the whole team learned how to brew polyjuice just so she could be on the team as one of the “boys” (and said boy would replace her in the stands).
Closeted Harry coming out to Ron after his breakup with Ginny and Ron just being like, “cool just don’t date one of my brothers”
Fred and George freezing and looking at Harry with nothing but absolute delight at the potential mischief.
Harry making eye contact with them, immediately understanding their intentions, and winking as he puts a finger to his lips, shushing them.
Ron following Harry’s line of sight and screaming “NO. NO. FUCK NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
Harry and the twins platonically flirting in the most obnoxious ways imaginable.
Harry showing up to breakfast in the Great Hall late with a different twins sweater on, looking debauched. One or even both the twins give him a salacious once over. Ron wants to sink into the floor and die.
Ron eventually gets used to this but absolutely loses it when the rest of his brothers send him their sweaters and flirt with him at the Burrow.
The Weasley boys sending flirty howlers to Harry just to send Ron spiraling.
Ron being so relieved when Harry dates literally anyone who isn’t one of his older brothers.
Dumbledore: You must understand, Harry, Professor Snape had a very terrible childhood.
Harry: I understand. I’m having a very terrible childhood right now.
ok but hear me out, quidditch games in the middle of the night
all students praying mcgonagall wont find them out
begging hermione to be the judge of the game
the students playing IN THEIR PJ’S
all houses playing together it’s a mess
draco complaining about everything but begrudgingly having the time of his life
“malfoy honestly you are gonna slip off that broom in those silk pj’s”
slytherins and hufflepuffs vs gryffindors and ravenclaws
they do it almost every friday night
hagrid watches every single game and cheers for everyone equally
the house elves all know and prepare them a feast of junk food after every game
they have sleepovers at each other’s common rooms after the game because they are too exhausted to go to their own
“can we crash in the slytherin dorm today”
house unity AT ITS FINEST no one gives a fuck
they are all tired af but no one wants to go to sleep so SLEEPOVERS
everyone having extra mattresses under their beds for these occasions
the paintings helping them sneak out by warning them if there’s a teacher coming or not
THE TEACHERS NEVER FINDING OUT (actually they all know they just pretend they don’t)
Me
I am that kind of person who have a big debat in my head about what to do and then totaly forget it Like it’s monday morning, I am already late to work but I have to take a shower before leaving the house
Me : So I have absolutely no time to wash my hair this morning, anyway it’s so cold outside and I washed my hair yesterday, I will just go in the shower and wash my body
Two scondes later I am in the shower with wet hair and shampoo in my hand and me: Oh shit
Who am I?
I changed, I tried, I was not sure, I am still not sure.
First I thought I was a straight girl, like all my sisters, like I should be ,right?
And then I learned something. I can love either a girl and a boy. I can. I am not broken.
I became bisexual
and I learn more, there are more than two genders.
and I became Pansexual. Because I don’t care about your gender but I do love your personality.
And I ever realize that I really don’t care about my own gender, I am fine with who I am. And sometimes it’s a girl, sometimes it’s boy or neither or either. And I am fine with that.
So I became a Genderfluid Pansexual
And I listened my friend speaking about sex. And I was just like “ew” they told me try I am sure you will like. I tried. I still don’t like it.
And Internet told me I am not broke.
I am just a really weird asexual genderfluid pansexual
do I exist?
Des choses à vivre en silence
Il y a quelques années je me suis fait battre, quelques coups de poing par un inconnu, au milieu d’une rue pas si déserte que ça. Je n’ai jamais su qu’il était ni pourquoi il a fait ça. Je me rappelle des coups, je me rappelle des gens qui marchaient rapidement autour de moi regardant ailleurs, je me rappelle du mal. Ca n’a duré que quelques minutes tout au plus, jusqu’à ce qu’un petit couple de petit vieux vienne à ma rescouse. L’homme a arrêté mon agresseur et lui a tenu une leçon de vie, pendant que la femme est venue me voir. Je me souviens pas si elle m’a parlé, pris dans ses bras ou si elle est juste restée à côté de moi. Mon agresseur est parti et le couple m’a ramené chez moi. Ce soir-là j’ai pleuré dans les bras de mes parents, puis j’ai oublié. J’ai vécu comme si rien ne s’était passé pendant deux-trois ans.
Puis un jour les souvenirs de “La jeune fille de 14 ans″ sont revenus. Un peu comme une baffe, ou un nouveau coup de poing. Je n’arrive pas à me rappeler quand. Peut-être que c’était cette fois là où un de mes amis m’a mis un coup de poing dans le bras pour rigoler, ou quand j’ai vu cet homme mettre une claque à son fils, ou alors,... Je sais plus. C’est juste revenu et depuis ça me hante. Juste ce qu’il faut, pour me faire vivre dans la peur.
Je garde pour moi, j’accepte que mon nouvel ami me pousse un peu fortement, malgré la peur que j’ai, j’accepte ses tapes amicals. Je ferme les yeux quand je sens quelqu’un marcher derrière moi dans la rue, je ferme les yeux et j’espère que ça ne va pas recommencer. Je grince les dents quand je vois des gens me regarder en ville. Je continue de marcher. Puis quand ça arrive chez moi, quand ma mère lève la main, quand ma soeur me parle brusquement, quand mon père claque la porte un peu fort, quand un plat est posé brusquement sur la table, alors à ce moment je vais m’enfermer dans la pièce la plus proche. Je laisse couler les larmes que je retiens depuis le début de la journée.
Quand je me sens capable de ressortir et d’affronter le monde, alors je me relève et essuie les larmes qui ont coulées sur mes joues. Et même si je sais que ma famille me veut aucun mal, que mes amis ne me frapperont jamais, que je suis tombée sur un inconnu stupide, que tout le monde n’est pas comme lui. Je vis dans la peur jour après jour. Une peur que personne ne comprend vu que personne n’a vécu ça. Une peur dont je ne parle pas et fais semblant qu’elle n’existe pas.
La peur ne vient pas toujours après l’accident, la peur prend son temps pour s’établir
“She’s jealous. Because she’s ordinary and you’re special.”
This actually happened to me quite a few times. Bless the terrible English teachers my parents had!!