*Gryffindor Party*

ngl when they make him possessive and jealous I start giggling

I love when people make James mean. Like yes there's my arrogant, cocky, self absorbed son of a bitch. my darling boy. I love him.

someone finally said it 🥰🥰

kitty water has done regulus so dirty its kind of funny. at best its her harassing him in cat animagus form or something because theres no way shes "pure" enough esp if shes lying about being a selwyn or even in the same age group as him. plus she gives off walburga if she was a mild annoyance energy. what would they even talk about, genuinely.

he would

mine - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 289

“Evan,” Pandora said slowly, pulling a worn-looking t-shirt out of the basket of clean laundry she was folding. “What is this?”

Evan looked up from his Nintendo Switch and eyed the shirt before looking back down. “That’s a shirt,” he mumbled, wincing as a loud womp-womp sound echoed from the speakers.

Pandora let out a loud sigh and resisted the urge to slap her brother over the head. “I know it’s a shirt, you idiot,” she replied. “But whose is it?”

“Not mine,” Evan responded, not even looking her way this time.

It was at this point that Pandora considered getting a new roommate. “Right,” she nodded, gritting her teeth. “Do you know who it might belong to?”

But before Evan could give another helpful response, the bathroom door opened, and Barty Crouch–dressed in only his boxers– walked out, looking extremely comfortable, especially considering he didn’t live there.

“Oh, that’s mine! Thanks, Pan!” he said happily, taking the shirt from her hand and pulling it on before grabbing a banana from the table and jumping onto the couch next to Evan.

Pressing her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, Pandora reminded herself that murder was currently illegal. “Barty. Why was your shirt in the washer? At a flat where you don’t even live?” she demanded.

“Because it was dirty,” he explained, looking at her like she was crazy.

“Do I want to know why?” she asked, already knowing she didn’t.

“Probably not, honestly,” Barty replied, grinning.

But Evan, still mashing at buttons on his Switch, piped up. “It got all stained last night when we were fu-”

But Pandora decided she had enough. “I’m going to Lily’s,” she interrupted, deciding she was probably never going to come back.

*tearing up* thank you friend ilysm

oooohh

Well sucks for them ig cuz ur great

OH HELLO WHY AM I BLOCKED BY SO MANY PEOPLE??

chat i think im just secretly hated by all of tumblr

I would eat these up

“I have nothing to hide” Asks

(For those daring enough to reblog)

1. What are 4 tabs that you have open on your browser right now?

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?   

4. What type of place(Like building) are you in right now?       

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

7. Do you have any enemies?

8. Do you have any people you only pretend to like?

9. What is one item that you never let anyone besides yourself look at or in?

10. Do you have any talents that people say you have but you don’t believe you actually have?

11. Something you like that other people generally do not like?

12. Are you a Virgin?  

13. Is there anyone that your grandma would hate that you are subscribed to on youtube?

14. Introvert or extrovert?

15. What is the most used application on your device?

16. How much fan fiction have you actually read?

17. Worst Fears?

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

Toxic trait is thinking I could win the Hunger Games

I can't explain how happy i am when the "oh oh" shows up in a fanfic

wtf he's so fine-

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welcome to the freak show 🎪

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"Men never start drama", shut up and go open history books you uneducated peasant.