stuck with harry potter

There’s a peculiar Ravenclaw. They are failing practically all of their classes. They barely even do homework. They basically just sit in an oversized armchair in Ravenclaw tower, reading fiction novels almost all hours of the day. The students don’t understand why they’re there, why not Gryffindor or Slytherin? But they soon discover that this strange ball of quietness and lack of academic brilliance is possibly the best advice-giver in Hogwarts’ history. Be it relationship advice, friendship advice, personal life decisions advice, existential advice, they provide the most profound answers. They aren’t gifted in the arts of magic or even in the regular studies of muggles, but even without these book-smarts, they’ve grasped the attention and respect of everyone attending the ancient school. They grow on to be a counselor in the school to help students with special needs, anxiety, depression, ptsd, or anyone that seeks after an ear to listen and sincere advice. Once this Ravenclaw grows old and weary, they pass peacefully in their sleep. The school is devastated….that is until a few days later when they pop back up in their office, continuing on as if death was simply a minor inconvenience. They go on to help students for generations to come, never swaying in their abundance of wisdom, always sure to remind students that a lack of academic brilliance is not a death sentence, just a reminder that we can’t all share the same path in life, and that’s not bad. No, that’s not bad at all.

after missing out on three consecutive HP-related days of celebration (20th anniversary, Harry’s birthday, and 19 years later) due to long work hours and poor health, i must admit I feel like a sort of failure as a fan artist. let me seeth in my self pity and sense of isolation from the rest of you partying folks with a doodle of Albus doing the same thing


Slytherin Filling Out Dating Profile

Favorite Activity: Plotting to take over the worl… I MEAN skiing… yeah

Favorite Meal: The hearts of my enemi… I MEAN a nice Filet Mignon

What are you looking for in a partner: All about the Benjamin’s baby. Just kidding, someone to go shopping with

Favorite Vacation Spot: My evil lair… I mean high upon a mountain top to enjoy my future kingdom… I mean views

Favorite Pet: Sna- Cats. I said cats

Originally posted by zechs

when sn//ape apologists write on my posts i can feel my soul leave my body and go to another plane of existent just so i can scream into a void and then have it return safely to my tired being  


poc!potterweek event: (day six - marauders era) 

each breath was harder to get out as the realization that j a m e s was gone. it was a concept sirius had never thought he would ever have to live through, and now that it was here he wished he could have left with his best mate. his entire world vanished, and now there left nothing. it was the end of the marauders, end of their era.    

#aurors #masochism #denial

(If you couldn’t already tell from the prompts, this story is basically just drarry smut from start to finish, so please read at your own peril)

Prompts: @seaofhazel
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco sat behind Harry’s desk, drumming his fingers against the wood top impatiently. He and Harry had just finished a long and demanding case which meant Draco should have been getting fucked over the very desk he was sitting at by now. That’s how they usually celebrated.

But, Head Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt, had ruined that by calling Harry into his office for an “urgent meeting” as soon as they’d returned to the Ministry. Draco couldn’t see how anything could be more urgent than Harry fucking him, but he wasn’t about to say that to Kingsley. So instead he was forced to sit and wait. And Draco wasn’t a particularly patient person.

Finally, after what seemed like a month - but in reality was less than half an hour - Harry walked back into their shared office. Draco wasted no time, slamming the door with his wand and casting all the (very necessary) silencing charms around the room. He waited by the desk for Harry but Harry hadn’t moved - he stood just inside the doorway, a dazed expression on his face.

Draco approached Harry, waving a hand in front of his partner’s face. “Harry?” He called out. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

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Movies for a blue night (in no significant order...okay, maybe a little)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Across the Universe

Stuck in Love

(500) Days of Summer

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

It’s kind of a funny story

The way, way back

Love, actually

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. II

Easy A

10 Things I hate about you

Pitch Perfect

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Notting Hill

Adult World

The Grand Budapest Hotel

About a Boy

Big Fish

A Knight’s tale

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2

The Breakfast Club

Silver Linings Playbook

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

Bend it like Beckham


The holiday

A lot like love


Pride and Prejudice (2005)

The help

No Strings Attached


About time


Moonrise Kingdom

Catching Fire

The Fellowship of The Ring


Bridget Jones’s Diary

Oh Lordy– thanks a lot @kaschy
#6 from the Artist Asks: dominant and not dominant hand

fun fact:
Last year I found out my dominant hand was originally my left, and it was until I was about 4. My parents being concerned immigrants who didn’t want me to have any weird disadvantages, see school mandated ESL that they gave up and put me into to “get rid of that accent”. So they decided that being a lefty would just check off another minority box that might make my life harder.
So they forced me to switch which hand I used- and I only found that out at the age of 25.

To all the people feeling defeated, I’d like to quote Luna Lovegood: “We’re all still here, we’re still fighting.”

This Harry Potter quote has stuck with me more than any others over the years, and it’s my light today.