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kill “cringe culture” and replace it with “healthy amount of shame culture”.
eg: leave kids who like undertale alone but let’s keep societal shame a necessary thing so that we don’t end up with greasy 21 y/o boys who walk their girlfriends around on leashes in public lol
Me: dont fuckin boss me around!!!!!
Someone I Find Attractive: *tells me what to do in a semi-stern voice*
Me:
women that wear men’s cologne are hotter than god
this is how my voice sounds in my head
I think about this everyday
ah yes…the killing curse…fre shavaca do
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no one coulda reblogged this a month ago when i spent 500
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Look at KB coming through
Every time you see this, reblog it. There is always someone in college that will see this.
it’s not really a fic until someone releases a breath he hadn’t known he was holding
i love people responding to their pets’ noises with ‘i know’
next gen kids (2/3)
and with the divine e y e s of their ancestors watching, these legends thrive
I like to think that Rita Skeeter totally lost whatever renown she had after the war and so Harry and Ginny and the others like to pick up her stories for fun without worrying about the effect it’ll have on their image? Like Harry just idly turns a page every morning and goes, “Oh, we’re getting a divorce.” And Ginny yawns as she fetches two coffee mugs and says, “Is it because I’m snogging Neville?” “No,” says Harry, “it’s because I’m snogging Neville.” And Ginny slams down her mug and says, “Goddamnit, Harry, let me have my affair in peace, would you?”
They have this sort of conversation in public, sometimes. Especially in places (the Leaky Cauldron, the Three Broomsticks, etc) where they know that it’ll get back to Skeeter.
I like to imagine that the kids get in on it as well. Like Albus and Scorpius can be over heard in the Great Hall with the latest Potter Family gossip
“Did you hear that your dad is leaving your mum for my father?”
“I thought mum was leaving dad for your mum, Scorp?”
“No that was last week. Your mum is with your aunt Luna right now.”
“Ah, my mistake. Pass the pumpkin juice.”
Please tell me that the cursed child was just another bullshit story that the kids fed to her.
New head-canon: Rita Skeeter wrote The Cursed Child.
I’ve been ignoring this post in my notifs for ages but this is now the only explanation for the Cursed Child that I will accept.
Share your happy news with me
I figured the world needs to hear more happy stories. I can start first. There’s a cool lesbian couple in a very interesting political show “Ingobernable” (Netflix, Mexican). I’m happy that I discovered it. Now your turn :) You can write me a message or reblog and write your happy news 💫.
I just got a therapist and I’m super happy!
Yay! ;)
I'm growing out my eyebrows and i love It
“When I was a boy I’d skip school to sell roses on the street. My parents gave up trying to educate me. They said: ‘He’s lost his mind over the roses.’ I wanted to be around flowers all the time. I sold so many that I opened my own kiosk across from a famous country club. But I could never sell on Fridays. The police would close our entire street so the governor could visit the club. But once I ignored their instructions. It was the day before Mother’s Day. My biggest day of the year. So I took a chance and remained open. When the police found out, they confiscated all my flowers. They even took my license. It was a fatal blow. All my money was in those flowers. I had piles of them. So I had to start from zero. I’m a street vendor again. For awhile I was ashamed, but I’m fine with it now. It’s better than working for someone. I buy the roses I want, and sell them to whoever I want. Maybe I’ll have a shop again. But as long as I’m around my roses, I’ll always feel peaceful.” (Cairo, Egypt)
There is a mushroom entity in Lake story so I’ve been drawing mushrooms in an attempt to excise my MORTAL DREAD WHENEVER I SEE OR THINK ABOUT MUSHROOMS but I don’t think it’s working . These are really ominous mushroom drawings.
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my dog: this water no good,,,, it is too gross. it has bin here in this here water bowl too long for an hour…. that… is to long for it to be dranken…
also my dog: this poddle… in the road. it is…….. so… refreshing…….
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. not as she sits in her parents’ house and tries not to think about how she’s hated and hated and hated by everyone if she steps outside the front door.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. when theo tells her that him and blaise are leaving for france, she tries not to let it show that it’s allowing her to crumple even more than she already was.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. daphne is crying in her arms. pansy wants to cry along with her, but as her parents taught her, crying is vulnerability and vulnerability makes you weak. but god, how much she wants to be weak, but just can’t.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. the stares, as she walks down diagon alley, are too much. the hatred pouring out of their eyes and lips haught her mind.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she opens an owl from theo telling her that he and blaise are doing amazing and how he’s started healer training, and all she can think is that theo and blaise are never coming back to britain.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. daphne sits on her bed when their 20, telling her all about how she saw draco and astoria together, and how happy they look. all she can think is at least he feels happy for the first time in a long time.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. not as daphne kisses her for the first time since they were in hogwarts. the first time in two years.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she sits next to daphne with astoria and draco across from them. she catches his eye and gives him a smile that lets him relax.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she goes from job to job. not staying long at one or another. she knows she could just live off her family’s money, but also knows that she needs to force herself to do more.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. not as she sees them all together again. a small gathering for draco and astoria’s wedding when their 23 and it’s been five whole years since the war.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she kisses daphne as they sit down on their bed, in their new home, in a hopefully better chapter of their lives.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she interviews for a job at the daily prophet because she’s always like to share her opinions and maybe writing’s a good way to share it.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. not as she sits in theo and blaise’s home, with daphne right next to her, and asks theo to help her and daphne have a kid. he ends up saying yes.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. not as a little girl is coming. not as she is in st mungos and feels pain and pain and pain. but her name is paris greengrass-parkinson and she is born at 8:03pm on march 3, 2008.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she is 27 and ginny weasley - or now potter - is 26 when she asks the gender of ginny’s third child. they stand in the daily prophet restroom at the sink and ginny, with a bright smile on her face, tells her it’s a little girl.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she holds paris as she reads in the newspaper in august that ginny and harry now have a daughter, lily luna potter. she realizes that the two girls will be in the same year and maybe, just maybe will become friends and ignore the past.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. not as she babysits four-year-old scorpius and two-year-old paris, and she think about how soon, daphne being pregnant this time, an another kid will be here soon.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she creates this strange friendship with ginny at work. sharing small conversations and making sarcastic jokes. ginny doesn’t seem to care much about things she did as a teenager. she guesses that they both just grew up and learned more about life.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. she now has two daughters, paris and juliette. everything seems like it’s okay but still havoc at the same exact time.
pansy parkinson can’t breathe. it’s been over a decade since the war, and she is still healing and learning everyday, and isn’t sure when she’s going to be completely okay.
