I just realized that in the Chamber of Secrets movie Harry, Ron and Draco have weird ass voices.
And ever since I realized it, I just can’t stop laughing watching the movie. They were so squeaky in Philosopher’s Stone and then they get “man voices” in Prisoner of Azkaban, but like Chamber of Secrets is just so fvcking awkward to listen to.
LIKE ARE THERE ANY HEADCANONS/FICS FOR THIS SHIT. Because I haven’t seen any fics about these babies dealing with their voices changing like:
Draco trying to yell at Harry or Crabbe and Goyle in this menacing voice but like it comes out a squeak? Coz he can’t control his voice?
Ron gets called during class and he rasps out this really embarrassing voice thing.
Harry and Draco arguing but then they end up squeaking at each other coz their voice broke. And they’re both mortified so they never speak about it ever again.
OR GOD. All the boys in their year going through it like, TALKATIVE SEAMUS. Everyone used to like Seamus talking, he has a nice accent but then during the puberty phase they are like, “oh god Seamus shut up no”
Or Neville developing his deep voice and people just can’t see it yet.
BLAISE ZABINI TRYING TO FLIRT BUT FAILS EPICALLY BECAUSE HIS VOICE FAILS HIM.
HARRY TRYING TO PARSELTONGUE BUT THEN PUBERTY STRIKES AND LOL NO THE SNAKE/BASSY WILL HAVE NONE OF THAT.
Theodore Nott making himself extra quiet that year because he knows he sounds like shite and he doesn’t want anyone to tease him.
Justin bragging off to Harry (lol during Herbology) but then his voice breaks and he just drops a pot because oh shit.
PEOPLE. This is cute golden puberty shit right here.
My fave crewt isnt just them being cute and holding hands and sharing scarves while giggling but also these two antisocial dingus’ being seen as Those Weirdos Over There wherever they go because it’s the noodly ginger who keeps staring at the ground and mumbling what you highly suspect are insults while his suitcase growls ominously and his boyfriend/bodyguard, Credence “Resting Murderface” Barebones, isn’t saying shit but is staring at people in a way to make everyone highly suspect he may in fact, be a serial killer
Of the two, the one with the serial-killer stare is the more socially adept. Because at least he isn’t prone to suddenly climbing over people/buildings because a neat looking bird went by
post-squip; jeremy is buds w/ rich and michael isn’t really, so jer is like “hey you should also be friends with rich” and michael agrees so he and rich becomes friends but jer then feels jealous bc mike is hanging with rich more and more
I walk down the hall to meet up with Rich- yes that Rich, the same Rich that bullied me for a year, the same Rich that set a fire and burned down a house.
That’s all behind us now that the Squip is gone. Ever since that happened, everyone has been pretty chill and not as douchey.
I see Rich up ahead, with Jake, and go towards him.
“Hey, Heere!” Rich calls as soon as I reach him.
“Jeremy.” Jake nods.
“Hey, Rich, Jake.” I say.
As they continue to talk, i take my time to look around.
I see Chloe texting someone, and Brooke trailing behind her like a lost puppy. There’s Jenna talking to Justin Croft about something drastic that has happened.
And walking through the door is Michael. Michael has been my friend, since I can remember. Walking with him, is Christine. I dated her for a while, but we just didn’t click. I was heartbroken for a while, but Michael helped me through it.
“Heere? Heere? JEREMY!” Rich yells as i snap back to reality.
“Um what?” I say (awkwardly shall I add).
“Why don’t you ask Mike over there to hang with us?” Rich asks, also looking at Michael.
“Um, I don’t know, Michael doesn’t do well with new people. I-I could try though, heh.” I say.
Rich gestures to get Michael and I take a deep breath and go to him. Ever since I broke up with Christine, I’ve been closer with Michael. Yeah sure, I was close with him before, but it’s different, ya know?
I get to Michael, “Hey buddy! Rich wants to k is if you want to hang with us?” I ask.
Michael darts his eyes towards Rich and Jake and then back to me.
“Umm, I don’t know man. I promised Christine to help her with math.” Michael says scratching the back of his neck.
Christine interjects, “No no! It’s fine! Really. I’ll just ask someone else.” She says smiling.
Michael laughs nervously and shrugs, “Guess I’m with you guys.”
“Hey,” I say putting a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”
He gives me a warm smile, “It’s fine, we all need to get out of our comfort zone once in a while.”
We walk back to Rich and see that Jake had left to go talk to other people.
Rich sends Michael a warm smile, “Hey, Michael, how ya doin’?” Rich asks.
Michael shrugs, “Good I guess?”
Suddenly the bell rings signaling that first is starting.
“Nice chatting with you too! See ya at lunch?” Rich asks, walking away.
“See ya, Rich!” I call back, “You want me to walk you to science?” I ask Micheal.
“I’ll be fine. See you later, Jer!” Michael smiles and waves, and then he’s gone.
I wave back and then I’m off to first.
Lunch, best part of the day. I can finally eat food without getting in trouble. You can talk to your friends without being told to be quiet. You can wonder aimlessly outside. Do whatever in these 30 minutes.
I walk to where Michael and I usually have lunch and spot Michael and Rich looking at Rich’s phone.
I’ve gotta admit, I feel a pang of hurt, but quickly push it off like nothing and head over to them.
“Hey guys, hope you didn’t eat all the food without me,” I joke, sitting next to Michael, who is now i’m the middle.
“Dude, you have to see. Rich just showed me a video of Jake fall and dropping his Slushee!” Michael says between laughs as Rich hands over the phone to me.
To be honest, I don’t really pay attention to the video. I pretend to laugh and i glance at Michael and Rich’s legs touching. Weird, I know. it i still can’t help feeling… envious? I don’t know, but I don’t like it, whatever it is.
I hand the phone back, “Sooo, Michael, my dad is going out this weekend so it’s just me and I wanted to know if you wanted to sleep over or something? We could play games, you’ll be my player two! Like old time,” I smile awkwardly at Michael.
Michael eyes widen, “Oh! Uuhh well, actually, Rich kinda already invited me over and, uh, I said yeah?” Michael scratches his neck.
Ok now that hurts.
“Oh, that’s fine. You two have fun,” I sadly smile.
Michael looks at me for a second and turns back to Rich to finish their conversation.
For the rest of lunch, I stay quiet.
Last day till another week of hell.
And the last day till I see him again.
His tan skin, black hair. His brown eyes and that same damn red sweatshirt he wears everyday.
I hear my phone buzz, and I shit up from my bed to retrieve it.
It’s from him.
Of course it is.
Player 1: jer, u ok????
I quickly text back:
jerbear: ya?????? why wouldn’t i be????
Player 1: u seemed off on fri…
jerbear: bro,,, i’m fine,,, really
jerbear: how was hanging w/ rich?
Player 1: oh
Player 1: we never ended up hanging out…
jerbear: oh??? why?
Player 1: i just,, didn’t feel like it.
Player 1: it’s not that same
jerbear: ??? explain
I turn off my phone and go downstairs to get lunch while waiting for a reply.
Once I get downstairs, I see my dad (without pants) making something that we’ll probably eat for dinner.
“Hey they, Heere!” He greets.
“Hey dad.” I reply, getting left over pizza from the fridge.
“Why do you sound so… meh?” He asks, turning around.
“Why is everyone asking that!?” I snap, slamming the fridge door shut.
“Woah, Jeremy, just askin’.” Dad says, putting his hands up defensively.
I sigh, “Sorry, I’ve just been…” I trail off looking outside the kitchen window.
“Huh, so you like someone?” Dad says smiling.
This draws me back, “whAT NO WHY WOULDYOUSAYTHATNODADIDONTLIKEANYONEWHOEOUODEVENLIKEMEAREYOU-”
“Jeremy!” My dad cuts me off, “I was just asking!! But by the seems of that answer… you do like someone!” He laughs.
“Ugh, dad, I- I don’t know.” I say sitting down at the table and putting my head down.
“Well, if you do like someone, I’ll be there to help you sort it out.” He reassures me, patting me on the back.
I sigh once more, and head back upstairs with my cold pizza.
Once I sit back on my bed, I check me phone for any answer, and I’m surprised to see multiple texts from Michael.
Player 1: its just whenever im hanging round rich and ur not there it doesnt feel the same
Player 1: like ya rich is cool and all that jazz but its just two dudes hanging out
Player 1: but w/ u it feels more personal and kajdjsjdk
Player 1: ugh sorry i’m venting
Player 1: ill stop bothering u
I immediately reply.
jerbear: nonono tell me, i want to know
Player 1: its complicated bro
jerbear: there’s nothing you can’t tell me
jerbear: i’ll be there for you
Player 1: but what if u hate me???
jerbear: there is nothing you can do to make me hate you man
Player 1: okok hold on it’s a lot to write
And with that, he starts typing away and I am left to wonder.
An hour later and I still haven’t gotten a reply, and it’s starting to worry me.
Finally, my phone buzzes and I quickly go to read it.
Player 1: i like you
Wait.. was that it!? That’s what took an hour to write!?
But wait, does he like me? As a friend or… more??????
jerbear: i like you too bro
Player 1: no
Player 1: i mean i LIKE you
Ok, that wasn’t the right to to send.
But the question is… do I feel the same way?
Player 1: jeremy??!!
jerbear: give me a min to think k
Player 1: !!!!
It’s now Monday morning and I’ve been looking at that message all night, trying to figure out what to say.
I begin typing.
jerbear: 1) sorry i haven’t answered yet, i needed time to think
jerbear: 2) i like you too
jerbear: 3) i think i’ve been lowkey jealous of you hanging with rich
Player 1: woah man
Player 1: sweet
Player 1: wanna go out on a date????
I smile at the text.
jerbear: sure :)
Player 1: :))
jerbear: date meaning you and i get stoned in your basement and watch a movie
The first movie had ended and Bonnie and Caroline, huddled together in a blanket, had used up an entire box of tissues. Then Bonnie got a Facetime from Enzo and hurried off to another room, leaving Stefan and Caroline alone together once more.
Caroline wiped her cheeks again before turning to look at Stefan. She looked beautiful even after crying through the last hour of the movie. What the hell.
“Did you cry, or are you a robot?” she demanded.
Stefan had to admit he had gotten a little misty-eyed during many points in the movie. “It was sad.”
i got this super crumbly weed that’s filled with keif and it look so pretty on my phone with flash, but tumblr /butchers/ gif quality it’s not even worth posting. if i could send you all a nug of it i would, it’s just cool bud to look at, ya know? 👀