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reblog and tag ur ultimate fave⊠mitam or four?
u know that feeling deep in your tummy where u just dont feel comfy and u feel sad and sort of want to cry but not about anything specific its like your entire body is just upset and unnerved all the way to the core almost like ur just longing for something but dont know what
harry really shedded that brooding rockstar image and is now emerging from whatever weird and stifling cocoon that was to emerge his authentic, campy self... could not be more proud
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Anyone else still in shock that they have LTour tickets in their hands? Like, Iâm gonna see Louis, on his first world tour⊠I am seeing solo Louis in concert at long last⊠I gonna see him sing live for the first time since 2015. Itâs gonna be almost 5 years since the last time. A whole concert of him and his voice with all of my people taking it in⊠itâs surreal folks.Â
Does anyone need a pre-sale code for the Aus shows?!
yâall should reblog and put in the tags what your first concert and your last concert were, and what your next concert will be if you know
why do harry and paul look like the mom and dad that are being forced to go to a parent teacher conference for their nightmare of a son louis
What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglectâwhat if she took him in?
Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasnât. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harryâs life for his eyes. Letâs have Petunia save it despite them).
Letâs tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyesâshe hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sisterâs shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.
Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernonâs grudging child support.
They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.
Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and âbetter ân all those jerks anywayâ on the days Dudley believed it least.
Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.
But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potterâs big sister:Â a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sisterâs eyes.
There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godricâs Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldnât steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.
(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sisterâs vanished ghost. Her nephew called her âTuneâ not âTuney,â and it only broke her heart some days.
Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your motherâs eyes.â
A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sisterâs eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).
Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighborsâ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didnât quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.
Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.
His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldnât be all bad. âI want to go,â Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.
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