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“i asked chat gpt” okay well i asked peter pettigrew and he told me james and lily’s address
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“i asked chat gpt” okay well i asked peter pettigrew and he told me james and lily’s address
Random things. GO—
posting whatever I have or had in my drafts
I'm laughing to myself working on this silly little fic of mine so I have to share
“What are you planning to do, Evans?” Peter asks.
“Oh, you know, kiss Slughorn’s ass and get an internship with some big shot potioneer, and you?”
“You reckon I could be a Quidditch commentator?” there is a tinge of insecurity in his voice, and Lily knows he is not just saying that, is a genuine question, one that has been probably brewing in his head for a while.
Mary seems to catch onto that too, because she leans over, wraps her arms around his neck, kisses his cheek and says: “Oh, Pete, that’d be perfect for you, you’d be awesome you always have the best observations during Quidditch games!”
“Yes! Peter, you should give it a try this year,” Lily smiles at him, thrilled about the small smile that spread on Peter’s face “I always tell Marlene is a shame she doesn’t get to listen to what you say during matches!”
“Yeah,” he says with his mischievous smile back, “I definitely have the looks for it, could probably get the job just on raw sex appeal.”
...cause you gotta be
headcanon that peter gets into the most batshit crazy side quests everyweek like he entered himself and padfoot into a dog walking contest on monday (they came dead last, padfoot pissed on the stage), he apparated to south korea to film an advertisement for a major toothpaste brand as a background actor on tuesday, he lead a campaign to set free the sole mosquito in iceland on wednesday, he got a job working as a wall paint dryer on thursday, he went to have tea with the queen of england on friday, he took a break and stayed home on saturday, he went out with his friends and got arrested for a barfight on sunday
Listening to "Write my name in the dust" by Peter Bardens is not enough, that song needs to be played at my funeral
releasing the Peter Tork Birthday Post because it's 1:50 AM here and therefore the 13th and I refuse to wait to celebrate my brother in autism