Sunday nights are the worst you go to bed with that horrifying feeling of impending doom like “I’ve got a whole fucking week ahead”
He wasn’t bumbling or endearing the way Ron was. He wasn’t sweet and gentle and polite the way Viktor had been. In fact, he was positively rude at times – “Really, Granger have you seen yourself this morning?” He was prone to mood swings, starting arguments and was also entirely too hard to read.
But he was magnetic.”
yes you should apologize for breaking every shipper’s heart like you’re a queen (which, you know, you kinda are) imy bb, welcome back.
bernice i don’t deserve your tags i’m so sorry :(((((((
i miss making shit ughghg i tried i’m sorry love u
He shrugs a shoulder, sniffs, and pushes himself off the ledge and to his feet. The wind snags his hair, blowing it up into dancing strands. The sky is a light pink and orange beyond his shoulders, stuck in that moment where it could be sunrise or sunset, but it’s beautiful and perfect all the same. He grabs her hips, and his eyes are like the stones again, beneath the running water in her backyard. For a second she is a child; soaked in her Sunday dress, twirling, twirling, twirling as the world moved on and she laughed, cheeks stretching in the sun.
"Anywhere we want." -The Fallout (ch. 49)
stop unfollowing me I’m pregnant with your child
do you ever wonder how a character is doing after a series is over
I can’t be a wizard
do u ever associate someone with their icon so much that you just assume that they’re the same gender as their icon or something and then they post a selfie and ur like wait you’re not thomas the tank engine
atonement (dir. joe wright)
Take your age and add 5 to it. That is your age in 5 years.