that potter guy

List of things I love about the HP fandom
  • not afraid to mess around with things that have been assumed canon for years 
    • like harry’s scar
    • or race
    • or hermione’s race
  • every character is bi as heck!!!
  • when one person makes a headcanon and then like 50 people latch onto it and there’s a tumblr fic and comics and even more headcanons like woah amazing
  • fixation on characters that are mentioned like twice
    • particularly in the marauders era
  • still finding new ways to break my heart
  • seriously the last book came out 10 years ago and you guys are still finding sad things and like I would hate that but it’s impressive and heart wrenching and i love it
  • house discourse
    • not like angry or anything, but like when you make assumptions about a house and then people come in like ‘thats good but WHAT IF’
    • I’m talking about that four horsemen post that is gOOD SHIT
  • the amazing fanart that’s still going round like you guys are so good!! I love it

I just love this fandom and all the work it does! Feel free to add your own, let’s get some fandom positivity up in here

Art Collab of Remus ☆
Lineart by @tasiams
Coloring is mine

See our collab of Sirius [here] :)

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)
  • Other people: i organise all of my blogs so that none of my interests clash with the content my followers want
  • Me: i fell into this fandom so let me subject all of my followers to it

otterandterrier: “There you go!! Sorry for the delay, I was away for the day. Your art is gorgeous! ♥”


THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE. THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH. Seriously I am so happy, you’re completely amazing, I’m beaming. Agh wow. Thank you. I can’t gush enough I’m just so excited that you made it magical, @otterandterrier you rock my socks off. (If anyone is new here, this rad person made my drawing MAGICALLY MOVE. I LOVE THE INTERNET). 

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

Sirius and Harry were in charge of candles.

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.

 

Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

“Are you still cold?” Draco asked.

“I - no, I - ”

“Here. Open the cloak.”

Harry obeyed without thought and Draco stepped right up to him, his arms snaking around Harry’s middle and the smell of Fire Whiskey on his breath, and Harry instinctively wrapped the cloak around Draco’s back. Draco’s face was just inches from his, and he felt warmer already.

“I don’t think those things about you,” Harry admitted quietly, needing to say something, anything, to keep from losing self control when he had Draco pressed against him again. “The things you said before. I wanted to. It made it easier. But I knew I was just… lying to myself.”

- Mingling, Mistletoe and Misdeeds

This incredible art by @littlechmura ! <3

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Scorpius: Come to the funeral.
Albus: Of course.
Scorpius: And be my good friend.

- Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Act 1 Scene 4

🎇 Happy New Year from Draco & Harry 🎇 

The fact that you're not your House stereotype doesn't mean the Sorting Hat was wrong.

A Gryffindor can be afraid of bugs, have anxiety, appreciate the small and pretty things, be introverted, enjoy lazy afternoons, choose not to fight if they find it smarter.

A Slytherin can be self-conscious, rely on others, love the sunrise, like cheesy pop music, be afraid in the dark, like scented candles, hate snakes, be pacifist and shy.

A Ravenclaw can prefer company to solitude, party loudly, forget about homework now and then, excell at Quiddich, have a learning disability, be a hot mess.

A Hufflepuff can be selfish sometimes, be more rational than expected, enjoy books, be extremely brave, like high heels, have a bright mind, have a bad day.

The fact that you’re not your House stereotype doesn’t mean the Sorting Hat was wrong!