Harry Potter - Blog Posts
Hear me out, Barty Crouch Jr and Thanos (Squid Game) are literally the same person, like do you see it?
marlene on her period: *curled up on the couch*
lily: *calls James* I need you to get chocolate, tea and pads, now
james: I bought everything, but Sirius ain't answering the phone
Im playing Hogwarts Legacy (finally) and Sebastian Swallow is, like, my dream man. I love him. I’ve always said that slytherin boys are my type, and here he is, the blueprint.
I had like a big ass revelation-
The Marauders are S O Silver Tongues (by Louis Tomlinson) coded B U T instead of the final line, it's the last line on Saturdays (by Louis) and I-
I'm rambling but I've made my point
I’m sure this has been done before but
Harry Potter Movies as John Mulaney Quotes
Sorcerer’s Stone
“I’m new in town, and it gets worse.”
Chamber of Secrets
“We found a pool of the killers blood in the hallway. Ooh gross! Mop it up! Now back to my hunch.”
Prisoner of Azkaban
“We’re gonna frame you for murder! And you’re gonna go to jail for 30 years!”
Goblet of Fire
“I also don’t want to be doing what I’m doing.”
Order of the Phoenix
“I’m so horny and angry all the time.”
Half-Blood Prince
“Whoa! You just killed an old old man!”
Deathly Hallows Pt1
“Do all my friends hate me? Or do I just need to go to sleep?”
Deathly Hallows Pt2
“And that’s the end of that story, but how f*cked up is that, right?”
Draco com 4 anos: Por que mamãe usa maquiagem?
Lucios: para ficar bonita.
Draco: Mas ela já é bonita.
Lucios: aww
Draco: Papai, você devia usar maquiagem.
4 y/o Draco: Why does mommy wear make up?
Lucius: To look pretty.
Draco: But she’s already pretty.
Lucius: aww
Draco: Dad, you should wear makeup.
Albus Potter but i wrote him 😜
obviously because i didn’t like how JKR wrote him and scorpius, and all together don’t like JKR. (character still belongs to JKR)
draco malfoy was like "hi" and harry potter was like "oh there is something deeply wrong with you and i am only eleven i cannot deal with that rn"
azkaban
Chuvash State Opera and Ballet Theater, Russia
Snitch and Neville Longbottom look like long lost brothers and I am going to stand by it
You can’t tell me that modern day au’s of both fandoms compare the two to the movie counterparts. Specs saying Snitch looks like Neville and like George or Fred saying Neville looks like Snitch. Obviously in modern day au’s the two fandoms would be movies in the other universe.
ravenclaws won’t continue studying even when their head feels like it’s about to split open. ravenclaws will take a break, close their eyes, drink tea, and start again after a while. they know the information they study won’t be retained long, so what’s the use of it? they’ll just be wasting time for nothing.
slytherins on the other hand…
james' reggie
Regulus Arcturus Black wasn't always Regulus. Just last term, he was Rosalia Orion Black. But he was always James' Reggie.
Tonight was just the same as all the other nights he's spent with James these past few months. He would excuse himself from dinner in The Great Hall to go meet his boyfriend who's just finished Quidditch practice.
Boyfriend.
He's never used that word before.
James was definitely Regulus' boyfriend, but he wasn't too sure that he was James'.
He's told everybody but James. He's tried showing him. James was the first person he showed his new haircut to. The first person he told about his new name was Sirius, but he told James not too long after that. But he never actually asked James if he's his boyfriend. Frankly he doesn't want to either.
"You'll have to tell him sooner or later!" Pandora had said earlier. She's the only person that knows about him and James.
"I choose later," Regulus said, "I'm sure he knows anyways."
He wasn't sure. But Dora doesn't have to know that, does she? James is James. Even if he knew, he wouldn't treat Regulus any differently anyways.
"Tell him... later tonight, then? I just don't want you getting hurt, Reg."
This, Regulus sure of. If there was one true friend in the world whom he can trust, it would be Pandora. He doesn't want to make her worry too much. "I'll try" Regulus had replied with a soft smile, hoping that that was enough. He hates lying to Dora, but James was waiting. And if anything was going to end that conversation, it was him agreeing with her.
Now Regulus was on top of the Astronomy Tower, using the telescope that was placed near the window to look at the constellations above the roof. It always reminded him of home, without too many painful memories.
He hadn't realized the footsteps that were slowly coming closer to him until he felt a peck on his forehead.
"Hey, beautiful," James grinned.
Merlin, this boy. Reg felt his knees go weak. This always seems to happen whenever James is around. He didn't say anything. He didn't even take his face off of the telescope. James would just know that he's listening.
James began talking about his day, while Regulus slowly stepped back from the telescope to look at his boyfriend's face. How his eyes are almost black with just a hint of brown when the sun hits it just right. How his summer freckles disappear during the winter. How his glasses are always crooked and his hair is always messy, no matter how much hair gel he puts on. How he's still sweating after Quidditch and still Regulus would kill to hug him, knowing that all he had to do was ask. After all, that's what boyfriends do right? They cuddle together, cry together, occasionally do it, and they love each other during it all, right?
Reg had thought of what Pandora said during dinner. Tonight. He hated the thought of interrupting this seemingly perfect night to say that. Still he knew that if he didn't tell him tonight, he'll never tell James. He had to do it now.
"You should've seen Sirius then. He was shaking in his boots knowing that the chocolate he ate was Moony's, he couldn't even-"
"Love, can I ask you a question?" Reg hasn't said a word before. He's interrupted James before, sure, but that was to laugh at one of his stupid jokes or kiss him to erase that stupid grin off his face, stupid.
"Yeah, sorry I've been talking too much, again, haven't I?" James had sunken in his seat, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his hair.
"No, no! Not at all." Reg doesn't want James to think that. Honestly, he'd be glad if James just interrupted him and started to continue talking about his day. But it seems that Regulus has caught James' attention. "It's just that, you remember how I cut my hair short? And... and that I'm not Rosalia anymore, just Regulus. You've also probably noticed that Dora and the others don't refer to me by 'she' anymore."
Surely, James had noticed. Surely, he knew.
"Mhm, Regulus fits you so much better actually."
"Yeah, thanks, well, I was wondering if you knew that, you know." He can't say it. The words just won't come out. James tilted his head to one side. "What is it, jaanu?" He looks like a lost puppy.
"I'm a boy. Maybe I wasn't technically one before but I am now." There it is. What's James going to say? He's James, Regulus told himself. He'll do what James does best. He'll be there for you.
"Oh." Oh? What does that mean?
James straightened his back. He lowered his eyes and started fidgeting with his fingers, picking the skin off of his thumb.
Regulus knew this was going to happen. His worst nightmare is coming true. Just when he thought James was his, he just had to come and ruin it all. Why can't he just push the feelings down anyways?
"I mean, this doesn't have to change anything! You don't have to treat me differently just because I'm a boy now, James." He has to fix this somehow, but how? James won't just forget that Regulus is a boy now. What if he's straight? What if Regulus was the guy that made James Fleamont Potter realize that he's straight? Merlin. no. No.
After a good, long second, James' eyes met his again. "Really?"
He had hope. "Yes, really. We can still hang out and be friends and all that."
"Friends." James echoed.
Friends. "Yeah, we don't have to stop being friends just because I'm a boy." Were they really friends? James kissed Reg's forehead just 5 minutes ago. Do friends do that?
Their meet-up didn't last as long as the other ones that night. James had to leave early for detention with McGonagall for setting off dungbombs in the girls' bathroom. It was Regulus' idea. He told James about it a week ago when they were talking about the Marauders' next prank.
Will that stop now that James knows he's a boy? Hopefully not.
Regulus couldn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned in his bed, finding himself stuck on the way James behavior quickly changed the moment he realized Reg is a boy. He would tell Sirius about this, but Sirius doesn't even know about his relationship with James. Or what once was. In the end, Reg found himself back in the Astronomy Tower, charting stars that he found in the night sky.
A week later, he was on his way up to the tower after dinner. He went there every night, hoping James would be there waiting for him. He always hoped that he just came early and that James would soon join him, but he never did.
When Regulus reached the top of the stairs, he found himself staring at an empty room. Until James took the Invisibility Cloak off.
"Reggie." He'd missed the sound of his name on the boy's lips. He wants to keep a recording of it and hide it from the world, only to play it when no one else was listening. James wasn't his, but at least his name was. It's the only piece of James he's gotten to keep all this time.
His feet started walking almost instantly into James' embrace, luckily, his senses came back to him. He's not yours, he had to remind himself. "Why're you here, James?"
He could see that James was taken aback. He's never really referred to James as 'James'. But what was he expecting?
"Look, I know that you're upset by what I said last week. But let me explain." James had pulled his hands back, now twiddling with his fingers again. "Just give me 5 minutes. Please?"
How could Regulus say no?
"Okay" He took a seat across from James. He didn't want to sit next to him. He's too scared of his hand accidentally touching James' and whatnot.
James took a deep breath. "What I said last week, I didn't mean it. I was just a bit shocked when you told me you were a boy. I don't mean that in a bad way, I should've figured it out before, but you know me. Anyways, I don't wanna be friends. I wanna be whatever we were before last week. I wanna be your boyfriend again, Reggie. May I?"
Regulus wasn't expecting this. He was hoping that James would say this, but that seemed so far away and now it's here right in front of him. Reg was too shy to say it, he just took James' chin and pulled him in, letting their lips touch.
Some time later, Reg found himself laying down on James' lap. He stayed still while James ran his hands through his hair, occasionally making the tiniest braids. He wanted to stay like this forever. Just a moment frozen in time where he was perfectly happy to just exist. He could've been asleep. James probably thought he was.
It was silent for a while, until James broke the silence.
"I wish you were a girl."
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this was inspired by that one audio on tiktok from the movie 'as you are'. i plan on watching this movie this december, hopefully before the new years. as always, this is just a small thing that i've wanted to make for a while, but i've just found the motivation now. excuse the grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language. hope you enjoyed this one <3 oh, and i wanted to make james hindi, so i did a quick google search on terms of endearment in hindi and i found the word "jaanu" that was said to mean "my life" (source: language drops). if it's wrong please excuse it and just think of it as james trying to refer to regulus sweetly.
have a good day/evening/night, loves <3
a deer is a herbivore.
a lion is a carnivore.
and a werewolf is a chocolativore
House Vines
Voldemort: I don’t understand why you’re mad at me.
Harry: You killed my mom!
Voldemort: Yeah, but then I said “April fools”
Harry: *laughing* Dude!
Voldemort: *also laughing* I got you good!
Harry: You did!
Severus Snape drawing.This is my first post not sure how I feel about that 😅😅
MASTER LIST✨
List of fandoms i am in:
Transformers: Beast Wars(<- VERY FUCKIN UNDERRATED PLEASE- DINOBOT-), Prime, Robots in Disguise 2015, Rescue bots, Rescue bots Academy, (trying) IDW
OCs: Alphavexï(face man now), Betastrike(face man as well), Cyin and Cyang, Turboflamer, Wildcard, Greencross, Regex Emiralus
Ships: optimus x ratchet, heatwave x chase, breakdown x knockout, blades x bumblebee
Dead by Daylight
Main: William “Bill” Overbeck/Huntress
Will make a “licensed” character out of my thing
I play on mobile so if ya wanna be my friend: Xgames
Ships: ash/ace/tapp x bill
TMNT: Tales(2012), Rot(2018)
OC: Fleck(cheetah yokai)
Ships: usagi x leo
Owl house
Steven universe
OCs: Emerald(general), Pearl(light green), Lapis(light shade)
Ships: bismuth x pearl, lapis x peridot
DC: batman, JL, YJ
OCs: Crow, серый волк (gray wolf)
Ships: superman/manhunter x batman
Overwatch, and 2
OC: 수호 전사 (guardian angel)
Ships: mccree x genji, moira x mercy, reaper x soldier
Anime: avatar, naruto, kill la kill, soul eater
OCs: Xiomara, Tatsuto, Orusutā Dem(weapon)
WoF(wings of fire)
OC: Heatwave(sand/sea hybrid)
The Dragon Prince
OC: Halo(skywing elf)
Team Fortress 2
OC: The Death
Ships: demo/engi x solly, sniper x spy
Miraculous Ladybug
OCs: Hala(frog miraculous holder), Krogg(miraculous of poison/toxic/noxious), Grace(cheetah miraculous holder), Chetak(miraculous of velocity)
Pokemon
OC: Roxana(trainer), team: glaceon, zoroark, absol, gyaridos, zeraora, and lucario (rayquaza makes a special appearance)
Harry potter(sorta)
OC: self insert sorta-
Fnaf(watching youtubers play with the cool fan games too)
OC: Diaqueen
I’m not too much of a sonic fan but i made an OC cause another friend likes sonic so-
OC: Wolfe(maned wolf)
And a few other indie games
Originals i am helping make:
Countdown (CD)
Voice acting as: Ace
One of the artists/animators
OCs made for the fun of it:
TheXtra
Moonlight
Entry X
Main face(s) you’ll see: Ace “X” Cassandra + Helena “Becko” Reese
Together
Main face(s) you’ll see: Brain, Body, Heart, and Soul
Originals i am making:
Code: ROYGBVW
Main face(s) you’ll see: Green
Amazing Grace
Main face(s) you’ll see: Detective Grand
Currently undergoing construction
If you wanna support me on my original works, give me a follow and stay tuned! Ask any questions about it as well- i am putting down a BETA story on a google docs so yeah-
Characters that give off the same vibes:
Remembering the first time you picked up your favorite series is such a surreal feeling. You never would have known in that moment how much each character and scene would mean to you, and how many hours you would spend reading and feeling and crying with the words on every page until the early hours of the morning.
Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.
His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.
But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.
Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?
Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.
Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.
He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?
He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.
Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.
The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.
Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.
Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.
It doesn’t do him good.
He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.
He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.
When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.
Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.
Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.
She understands.
Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.
It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.
But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.
A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.
Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.
He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.
Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.
Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.
It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.
He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.
It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.
His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.
Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.
It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.
He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.
They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.
Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.
He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.
He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.
Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.
Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.
Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.
Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.
He just nods and lets Ron in.
Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.
He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.
He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.
He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.
It must have been his imagination.
Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.
He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.
He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.
He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.
Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.
It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.
He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.
He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.
I want to write fan fiction but I need ideas and characters please! 😭 I can never thing of anything-
Things accepted are:
SEXUALITY/GENDERS:
~Any!! (Bi, les, gay, pan, ace, poly, etc.)
~Any!! ( Afab, amab, Ftm, mtf, genderfluid, nb, etc.)
FANDOMS:
~ MHA/BNHA
~ FNAF Security Breach
~ Monster High
~ Percy Jackson ( I have the books, movies, and watched all of the show! so I am fully equipt to write about them! )
~ Sam and Colby
~ Avatar ( James Cameron )
~ OITNB
~HxH
~BTS ( any K-pop group )
~Harry Potter ( books and movies too! )
~My Babysitters a Vampire
~ Stardew valley
~ Game of Thrones
And tons of others ( I'll make a list sometime this week or next of everyone I'll write! If there are any requests then I can and most likely will write for them after doing the needed research! )
I will do smut 100%, fluff 100%, angst 100%, just give me ideas and I’ll tell you if I can or can’t do it ;)
I think the most painful moment as a fangirl/fanboy is when you realise that a show/book you'd just dedicate your life to and obsess over 24/7 is getting less and less interesting.
How does Hagrid exist?
So, in the books, Hagrid is half giant, with his dad being human and his mom being a giant. Giants in the Harry Potter universe are I think 28-26 something feet tall? (I don’t know for sure, as I don’t own any of the books and it has been a while since I read them). So how does a human (probably 5-6 feet tall) do the ol’ frick frack with a giant (20 something feet tall) ???
I apologize for not having posted anything yet as I’m still in school. I’ve decided to post about some of the books I’ve read/reading as that will work better with my schedule. I hope you all have an amazing day and I’ll try my best to get some other posts out!
it's been years but my heart remains soft for dramione and zutara. look idc if you don't like it, whatever floats your boat, but i just cannot let the idea stand that it was only a ship or only popular because "bad boy/good girl" or "fire and water." it's about the redemption. the healing. the hard work towards a connection. for draco, for zuko: the idea that if you really want to, you can change. that you're worth more than your mistakes. that there isn't a place you can't pull yourself out of if you put in the work. that you might have been better if you hadn't been where you were; that you have the chance now.
for hermione, for katara: that people have seen you the same way your whole life and now you are given the chance to break away. that you have wounds and dark moments that the motherly ones and the bookworms shouldn't have, don't get to have--but that someone has been at the bottom of that same pit, that there's a hand reaching down. that there was a bitter, cruel history that meant you had no choice but to be enemies. but that there is that choice, now.
the appeal of that can't be reduced to simple tropes