This Is The Funniest Scene I Have Ever Watched

I still wonder what it’s like to Feel the firm grip of your hand Imagining the quiet whispers of “I’m sorry, I understand,” &  Loving you’s a living hell But I want to do it well & I don’t know how

- Like Hell, @staganddragon

YESTERDAY EVENING I WAS WONDERING WHY REMUS LOVED CHOCOLATE SO MUCH WHEN I REALISED

CHOCOLATE IS POISONOUS FOR DOGS

WHAT IF YOUNG REMUS STARTED LOVING CHOCOLATE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT IT KILLED THE WOLF PART OF HIM

“What do you meAN YOU PANICKED? WE’VE BEEN DATING FOR SEVEN MONTHS”

“...sorry - I love you too you know”

*mumbles* “idiot”

Everyone stop what you’re doing and let’s talk about this:

honestly people, do rp and write on this, pleaseeee.

People keep leaving “Isn’t Bill’s first name Bilius?” comments on one of my HP posts and the answer is no. I checked before I posted. Bill Weasley’s first name is actually William. 

“Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle….?” 

- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 8. The Wedding

People are getting the name Bilius from a Weasley uncle, the one who saw a Grim and died twenty-four hours later. Ron’s middle name is also Bilius. Ron presumably was named for this uncle. 

“Talking about Muriel?” inquired George, re-emerging from the marquee with Fred. “Yeah, she’s just told me my ears are lopsided. Old bat. I wish old Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings.” 

- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 8. The Wedding

It’s kind of funny to imagine, though, that Bill could have grown up thinking that his name was Bilius. Kids often don’t know the “correct” names for things because the adults in their life refer to these things incorrectly as an in-joke or by nicknames. If everyone called him Bill and Bill grew up knowing his Uncle Bilius, then he could have very plausibly been under the impression for many years that his name was also Bilius. 

Until, of course, September of 1982 rolls around. 

Professor Minerva McGonagall opens a scroll and begins reading off the names of the first-years who are to be Sorted. She gets to the very last name on the list (entirely possible with a W name) and calls out: “WEASLEY, WILLIAM!” 

11-year-old “Bill” Weasley, who has just this second found out that his first name is actually William: “…Who?!” 

pansy: *shoves draco* pansy: goodness, draco, how clumsy of you! blaise: everyone say “hi snapchat” draco, from the floor: fuck you both

closeups of a huge drawing i’ve been working on the past few days. i just wanted to draw them in fun outfits lol

full version + coloring page will be available on my patreon

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So is it just me, or does every new owner of Tumblr getting announced feel like we’re getting a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?

I absolutely ADORE the idea that Drarry has three kids and oldest one’s a Slytherin, the middle one’s a Gryffindor, and then when the third kid goes to Hogwarts Draco and Harry have been like AT EACH OTHERS THROATS (lovingly) over what the tiebreaker kid will be

They’ve made thousands of bets and now that the kids are all out of the house almost all of them are loud and sexual

And they get the letter back from their youngest and Harry’s triumphantly reading it until he gets to “…and I was sorted into Ravenclaw!” and Drarry is forced to face the fact that they’re both so self-absorbed they only remembered Hogwarts having two houses

“By some magic, all the flowers in London bloomed at once on the 3rd of March that year.”

(aka ‘i love helga pataki and her heart picture from hey arnold! and i had to give draco a weird harry potter love locket’)

Lily: this is what I want to be wearing when my husband dies under mysterious circumstances.

Sirius: yes. Exactly. Standing out on a balcony that overlooks the sea, smoking a long cigarette and the police come to question me and I say “what are you implying officer? I loved my husband!”

Lily: *nodding* yes, yes. I offer them fresh tea in the cups that just happen to be set up waiting for them.

Sirius: nah, fuck the tea. I’m drinking a Cosmo. And I have a pet pig and I casually mention that pigs can devour a human body in under an hour…

Lily: not sure about the pig, but I have a rose garden and I mention how good fertilizer helps them grow.

Sirius: ah yes, and we walk down a beautiful staircase, our perfectly manicured hands running down the ornate banister.

Lily: of course. No other way to do it.

James:….

Remus:….

Lily:…

Sirius:…

Remus: ….pig needs to be in a matching robe.

James: and a flower crown made of roses

Lily: they’re right.

Sirius: yes… Too bad they have to die.

((Based on a conversation with @iforgotthesardines about this robe: