Me

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*

Host dad

My host dad told me : I don’t want gay near my children. I don’t want them to befriend with them.

Maybe the day I will leave this house I will tell him the true, and he will just cry because I am hella gay. And I am sleeping in his daughters’ room during three months.

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

'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

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

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)

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.

“She’s jealous. Because she’s ordinary and you’re special.”

The fact that Snape is one of the youngest if not THE youngest professor is fucking hilarious.