My AO3 profile: fancybehaviour
Changed my username temporarily as there is a chance I have been doxxed. I'll be back to my original in a few days.
- justfinishthis
“‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy – ” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.
Sirius, James and Severus in The Deathly Hallows.
“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.” He turned back to Harry. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.
Harry, Ron and Draco in The Philosopher's Stone.
The parallels between Harry and Sirius are both beautiful and heartbreaking. As are the differences.
I love that everyone agrees Lily was beautiful, I really do but a little voice inside me screams for ugly Lily. What's her story, did she ever look at the mirror and agree with Petunia calling her a freak? Did she ever doubt it when Severus called her pretty once, did she think he only said it to make her happy? When James, who was well liked (not by her but anyway) asked her out the first time did she think it was a joke? Did she think he was mocking her when he called her pretty flower?
Anyways, sometimes it's just, what if they weren't this very attractive couple but just two normal teens, with like, normal issues?
head girl and her dropout boyfriend
Socializing speedrun (Any %)
This is why it was so much easier to make friends when you were in school; you were trapped with those people all day Monday to Friday. It’s OK that it’s harder to make really good friends now that you’re an adult
Yes, this! It’s also why regular get together are so useful. If you want to make friends as an adult? Join a book club, go to a craft meet up, find an excuse to hang out w/ approximately the same people once a week for a couple of hours. As you get to know them, invite them out other places. Yes, it’s a pain to have to do the work to socialize, but if you want the friends, you have to trap yourself with the other people.
Reblogging for all my mutuals who have asked “Why is it so hard to make friends as an adult?”
“if you want the friends, you have to trap yourself with the other people” sounds so sinister.
It’s also why so many people lose their entire social network when they retire or start working from home. Making friends outside of work is vital to your own survival when your main access to socialization is controlled by your employer.
somebody: so what do u like to do for fun? :)
me, very used to being mocked for my interests: ha ha, i dunno, i don’t do anything. Ever
jesus fucking christ taylor some of us have JOBS
at this point, work is a part time commitment, swiftie is my full time job
Taylor being like “haha your kid is a Swiftie” is so funny to me
HE WOULD FAKE PROPOSE TO HER AT DINNER AND GET HER FUCKING HOPES UP
THE WAY I FUCKING GASPED
"Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me."
GOD.
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.
Harry ‘imagining Ginny in a wedding dress at the age of 17’ Potter
me when astrology doesnt match my personality: this is liberal hippie trash and honestly, I am the one who decides what kind of person I am, not some con artist trying to make a quick buck
me when astrology matches my personality: this is honestly so scary, i can literally feel the planets aligning and I am one with the earth, moon and the stars *grabs handful of dirt for no reason*
