Reminder That Communications In All Of Gaza Have Been Cut Off For The Past Three Days. This Means No

Harry: I’m going to need a human skull, and you can’t ask why.

Tom: Only if you also don’t ask why. *pulls out four pristine human skulls from his bag*

Harry:

Tom:

Harry: This one will do.

it's the 18th.

Strike today

i like the idea that the horcrux in harry's scar was a jealous son of a bitch and got way too happy when his other counterparts (horcruxes) got destroyed. you can't change my mind. imagine harry feeling gleeful after destroying a horcrux.

Harry: I feel warm and fuzzy. Is that normal?

Ron and Hermione: No.

Scarcrux: [cheering like a madman in Harry's mind & soul]

Hiiii

I hope you are doing well :D

I read your most recent chapter on EYHO and it was *chef's kiss*

I was wondering, who is your most favorite character to write?

Also, when do you feel most motivated to write?

Love all your works ❤️

Hey~ aww thanks! I'm glad I was able to get it posted while traveling and that you enjoyed it 😊 (I never get tired of cooking/Chef jokes)

Hmm I think at the moment, Avery is my favorite character to write in EYHO. It gives me a chance to write in a way that is like poetry - saying but not, using a word that is friends with the word that is usually used. Writing him is pure honesty and creativity, in the most convoluted way.

I feel most motivated to write during my everyday chores and such. I have more time to write at night, but I'm more inspired as I drift into my little daydreams during the mundane activities.

Thank you so much for the sweet ask 🖤🌹

That horrifying moment when you realize that you aren't following that one person whose fics you've been reading for a whole bloody year on tumblr

student au

I’ve been reading a lot of Tomarry fanfiction.

You are a superhero known for wearing a signature ring. While everyone believes it to be the source of your powers in reality it actually dampens them, allowing you to safely use your powers. Today you woke up and could not find your ring.

kurt vonnegut, being good at things is not the point of doing them.