why was my walk home lowkey giving robin from the black phone…
Trying to write my english essay but the fanfic i’m writing keeps calling my name…
pining...... so much pining.........
what a good day to remember that butch lesbians (ESPECIALLY trans, poc, and/or fat butch lesbians) aren’t fucking predatoryÂ
James, holding out a box of cigarettes: You want one?
Remus: I didn’t know you smoked?
James: I don’t.
He turns the box label up and it’s just Popey’s Candy Sticks
i actually can’t can we please popularize the black phone again i NEED brance fanfics to be back… i can only find ones on wattpad and i swear i’ve read them all… recommendations are greatly appreciated round here…
barty: okay, little guy, what's that word you're going to call your papa!?
two yr old harry: stinky!
barty: perfect! and the word for your dad?
harry: asshole!
barty: nice! amazing! perfect! you're ready to go home!
I can’t imagine being finney and the one time you crash out on the phone is to vance mf hopper…