asktheboywholived:

(( OOC: So basically… I was dressed up like Fenrir with no where to go, and so I panic messaged Jess because I didn’t want to have put on the makeup for nothing, and she asked me “is there any character Fenrir hasn’t interacted with yet?” And I just kind of gasped and said JAMES, and now here we are. 

The only person on the planet who can throw off Fenrir’s groove is OBVIOUSLY James Fleamont Potter. 

Also… The idea was that Fenrir intercepted a letter that was meant for Remus and saw it as an opportunity to throw Remus under the bus and create division between him and his closest friends… and clearly… that plan backfired. Hah. )) 

asktheboywholived:

transgenderer:

maybe its maybelline. maybe its goblin magic. those are the only two options

nxbodygoesafterher:

I swear to god, if the DD writers have Karen tell Matt her story & NOT Frank I’m gonna be pissed. Frank’s the only person who deserves to hear it. Matt lost that privilege a long ass fucking time ago.

fuzzynecromancer:

literallyaflame:

when i was a little kid, i didn’t care for movies. my parents always admonished me for sitting too close to the screen or fidgeting too much, so i turned to books instead. when i was four, i tried to watch the first harry potter movie. i absolutely loved it, but it wasn’t enough for me. i had to get my hands on that book. the teachers at pre-school said it was a horrible idea, but i read the first two books anyway.

then came kindergarten. the teachers scolded my parents for letting me bring novels to school. “she can’t possibly understand them,” they said. so they gave me tests on the books. i made perfect scores on all of them. i preferred books to movies and television; movies didn’t do justice to the stories i loved.

so, they marked me down as a “gifted child.” they tested my IQ and everything. i was the perfect student, in their eyes. i sat in the front and listened to the teachers as intently as i could.

one day after school, i ran up to my mother and hugged her. then, i turned my head and saw my mother walking towards me. i looked up at the woman i had hugged. “you’re not my mother,” i said, astutely.

my mother, a clever woman, thought to have my eyesight tested. turns out, i had horrible vision. somewhere around 20/450. functionally blind without glasses. not ideal for anyone, especially a six year old.

all my life until that point, people thought i must be some sort of brilliant prodigy, eschewing television and movies for more intellectual pursuits, but actually i just couldn’t fucking see lol

This took a different direction than I was expecting.