25. gryffindor. superwholocked beyond repair. bob's burgers.
cats. fictional characters have saved my life more than once. I don't really know what to say.
a warning of sorts, this blog will be just things I love.
allons-y.
Walking to work going past my Pokemon gym that I’ve owned undefeated for the past week and I see a kid sitting by it obviously battling my Golbat I left to defend it. I ask him, “What team you on?” He looks up, “Mystic”. So I grin, “I’m Valor, and that’s my Golbat you’re battling.” I hold out my hand for him to shake, “Name’s StarRose, gym leader.” He looks down at the username of the Golbat and sees it matches, grins back and shakes my hand, and that is simultaneously the coolest and dorkiest moment in my life ever as I genuinely introduce myself as a pokemon gym leader.
I WALK HOME FROM WORK AND THE LITTLE SHIT HAS TAKEN OVER MY GYM!!!!!
I like to think that Rita Skeeter totally lost whatever renown she had after the war and so Harry and Ginny and the others like to pick up her stories for fun without worrying about the effect it’ll have on their image? Like Harry just idly turns a page every morning and goes, “Oh, we’re getting a divorce.”
And Ginny yawns as she fetches two coffee mugs and says, “Is it because I’m snogging Neville?”
“No,” says Harry, “it’s because I’m snogging Neville.”
And Ginny slams down her mug and says, “Goddamnit, Harry, let me have my affair in peace, would you?”
They have this sort of conversation in public, sometimes. Especially in places (the Leaky Cauldron, the Three Broomsticks, etc) where they know that it’ll get back to Skeeter.
you can rest easy knowing hedwig was well looked after in the afterlife; it was confusing and terrifying and sad at first but a little while after arriving she felt a light weight on her head and looked up to find her boy, harry potter, staring warmly down at her and smoothing out her feathers, just like he always did
except… he had hazel eyes? and he looked a bit older than hedwig remembered, and who was that red-haired woman with him?
hedwig is confused again. but harry is here, and all is well, so she tucks her head under her wing and falls fast asleep.
I was not emotionally ready to read this, I’m in tears. What the fuck? This is so nice, and pure, and I’m not dealing with it.