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Like father like son I’m sick
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At first, when James realizes his Animagus form is a stag, he thinks it’s about the elegance. The grace.
But then he realizes it’s the antlers.
They’re heavy. They’re a crown he didn’t ask for but has to grow every year. It’s the weight of being the steady one, the good one, the "complete" one among all his broken friends. Because all of them have had such things going on in their lives, such hard childhoods, that how could James, with his loving parents and his sun-drenched childhood, ever complain?
He realizes the antlers represent the space he has to hold for Sirius’s trauma, Remus’s furry little problem, and Peter’s insecurities. Because his friends are always fraying at the edges, James feels he has to be the solid thing. He has to grow these massive, sweeping points of bone just to make sure he’s visible enough to be followed.
He’s the one meant to stand between his friends and the rest of the world, head held high, carrying the weight of all of them on his brow. And that kind of magic... that kind of magic is heavy, too heavy for such a young boy, and lonely.
But it doesn't matter, because for them, James Potter would grow a thousand crowns of bone.
having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
don't think i look bad per se just think i look ugly as fuck compared to everyone ever
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad
consultant so fine i forget the copaganda
How it feels to genuinely enjoy the Pitt and not get caught up on every little bad thing a character has done because they’re all complex human beings and none of them are truly evil like everyone in this fandom seems to think
the pilot of white collar truly changed the tv game
one time people started theorizing that remus was a werewolf and were waiting for the next full moon to see if he disappears. lily stole polyjuice from slughorn’s office, pretended to be remus, and caused a whole scene the night of the full moon to make sure everyone saw “him”
can’t stop thinking about this
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
"Do you know where Mel is?"
"Have you seen Dr. King?"
"Where's your girl?"
- What Frank hears all day long, because he without fail always knows where Mel is. His Mel-dar is accurate down to the square meter, even when he hasn't consciously kept track of her. He's so tuned into the Mel-trix, without even meaning to be, it'd be funny if it wasn't so tragic.
i hope you guys appreciate the levels of details in this one
Sometime between S2 and S3, Mel will be talking to Frank while doing something else, and he’s quiet, listening, but because he’s quiet she assumes he walked away like everyone does to her all the time and so her voice trails off mid-sentence.
She nearly jumps out of her skin when he asks “And then what happened?”