it's always harry potter ones

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Now each of these four founders formed their own house; for each

Did value different virtues; in the ones they had to teach.  (x)

Imagine Scorpius discovering Muggle plays, and getting obsessed with Shakespeare. 

*

 Albus: Are you reading that stupid play again? 

Scorpius: *clutching his heart in a dramatic way* It’s romantic, Albus. 

Albus: She just stabbed herself because he’s dead… Would you stab yourself if I died? 

Scorpius: …No offence but maybe not. I’d try to pay tribute to your memory or something. 

Albus: *tuts* But how do I know you truly love me if you wouldn’t kill yourself at my tragic demise? 

Scorpius: *hits him in the face with a pillow* If you’re not going to be nice you should leave me alone with my cultured literature and go and do your Transfiguration homework. 

 Albus: *snorts as he leaves Scorpius to it* Cultured literature. 

Scorpius: *throws the pillow at the back of his head*

  • Me (11 years old): I want Harry Potter bedsheets
  • My mom: no you can't have them because in 10 years you won't want to sleep under them anymore
  • Me (23 years old): *buys Harry Potter bedsheets*

[ fyi… i changed my icon ]

I’m watching Night at the Museum 2 with my sis.

Do I dare make a Snarry AU out of the Night at the Museum movies or naw? (As in just take the premise from all 3 movies and not have it specifically follow any of the movies main plots. Maybe the first movies plot. Yeah probably that, but not follow it EXACTLY)

anonymous asked:

im so sorry that you threw up :( it must be some sort of virus as i had the same thing a few weeks ago (i couldnt eat or sleep and was so nauseous i couldnt even concentrate on trying to read your fics and then i threw up twice) my mom explained it to me as to be some sort of body detox or something :/ but trust me it will get better. The last time before that that i threw up was like in 2014 so it was shocking and i literally stood by the sink in my br for like an hour before i did throw up.

yesterday was the worst day EVER dude!!! i threw up SEVEN different times!! it was!!!!! the fucking worst!!! i came home from work at 12 and fell asleep and from then on i slept on and off all afternoon only to wake up to throw up. the thought of opening my laptop was way too much work and i kind of just laid in my bed as a sweaty mess with anxiety

ANYWAY, i’m feeling a lot better now (i stopped throwing up around 11:30 last night and finally slept without interruption!) and i plan to hopefully write as i stay home from school today haha

notice how in every fandom there’s always that one character whose haircuts help u pinpoint the exact season/movie

People saying the ending of Bleach is like Naruto 2.0:

No dude, no.

Don’t insult Naruto*

The ending of Bleach is as if Naruto had decided to stop being a ninja at the end. Literally. There is no point of comparison to the absolute nonsense, bullshit, betrayal that was the last Bleach chapter


*I never liked/read Naruto and have only a vague notion of what the story and characters were about

Severus meeting Lucius on his first day at Hogwarts

“SLYTHERIN!” yelled The Sorting Hat.

Severus waited for the hat to be lifted off his head before making his way over to the Slytherin table. He walked a bit slowly, looking over at Lily Evans, who had already made herself comfortable at the Gryffindor table. He couldn’t believe they had just been separated. He had hoped and hoped they would be able to stay together, but of course they weren’t. When did things ever work out the way he wanted them to?

“You okay?”

Severus peeled his eyes away from Lily and saw a boy looking at him with a curious stare. He looked much older than him and by the looks of his robes he seemed to be a Prefect. The boy had long, white-blond hair, straight as a pin and his eyes were an alarming grey color. He stared Severus down.

“Yes,” Severus sat down next the boy.

“I’m Malfoy — Lucius Malfoy,” the boy extended his hand out to shake.

“I’m Severus Snape,” Severus took his hand.

Food started piling up on each of the tables, the start of the feast.

“Welcome to Slytherin House. You’re going to like it here. Trust me,” said Lucius who was now filing his plate with food.

Severus turned around again to look at Lily and this time she was looking back. She gave him a little smile and a wave. That made his heart flutter in his chest. He felt a little better now that he knew his friendship with Lily was okay.

“Thanks.”

“Who do you keep looking at, by the way?” Lucius looked over at Lily and then back at Severus.

“Oh, just a friend,” said Severus putting a piece of chicken into his mouth, hoping he won’t have to answer a follow-up question.

“Right.”

———-

Severus finished the rest of the feast in peace. He was rather enjoying all the different foods Hogwarts had to offer. Especially because he’s never had this many options back home.

“Now that everyone’s well fed, please head to your House Dormitories. Prefects, please escort your House first years to the Dormitories as well,” said Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster.

“Come on first years — follow me,” Lucius stood up and motioned for the Slytherin first years to follow him.

Severus looked over at Lily once more before following. She mouthed “goodnight” before following her House Prefect out of the Great Hall.

He smiled.

“Coming, Severus?” Lucius placed his hand on his shoulder, waiting for Severus to answer.

“Yes. Sorry,” said Severus who turned a bit pink.

“I can see I’m going to have to keep an eye on you.”

“No. I mean —”

“Relax. I’m only joking. Come on,” Lucius lead him along with the rest of the first years towards the Slytherin Dungeon.

HP “always”; based on the unhealthy obsession an older man had over a woman he could never let go off.

THG “always”; based on the love and trust between two people who fight to protect each other even if it means their sacrifice.

Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic.
 
Capable of both inflicting injury,
and remedying it.
—  Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Sirius Black ↴

“Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.”

margaryes  asked:

yeah but imagine harry sound asleep in their bed and draco just looking at him for a long time before grabbing a camera (that harry taught him how to use) and beginning to take pictures, and then suddenly harry's eyes fly open and he's staring right into the camera while draco is hovering above him in a very weird position in order to take a good photo. imagine harry catching on what's happening and slowly g r i n n i n g. imagine draco turning red and swiftly ducking under the covers.

Harry just falls back against the pillows, still grinning like a fool because he’s got his hands on the cutest person ever. He wonders how long they’ll be together, and he sleepily considers forever. Little does he know, that under the covers, Draco is thinking exactly the same thing. But it doesn’t last very long, that adorable moment, because Harry slips his hand underneath the cover and let’s just say, Draco has other things to occupy him. That night is now known as the night Harry Potter’s cute ass boyfriend took too many photos of him sleeping and ended up getting tickled to death.