A Relationship Should Be Fifty-fifty. She Lays Me Gently In The Cold Dark Earth And I Crawl Home To Her.

HL students’ Patronuses

Here are my personal Headcannons:

Amit Thakkar- Owl (nocturnal, wise, practical, likes to be “above it all” but not in a pretentious way)

Everett Clopton- Crow (highly intelligent, but likes to cause mayhem)

Lucan Brattleby- Mantis Shrimp (Tiny, easily underestimated, but WILL fuck you up)

Natsai Onai- Gazelle (My exact reasoning is minor spoilers but it’s also just such a good fit for her)

Poppy Sweeting- Great Pyrenees (I know she has a story connection to Hippogriphs, and that would also work, but since magical creature Patronuses are rare I wanted to give her something that was adorable but also bred to protect sheep from wolves)

Sebastian Sallow- Bull (this one feels so obvious to me. He’s got big taurus energy in his single-mindedness and his disregard for the destruction that single-mindedness causes. But he’s also practical, devoted, intelligent, funny, and I always think of Bulls as a sort of tragic animal in like, a bullfighting context)

Ominis Gaunt- Mongoose (He doesn’t think he can produce one at first because of his past and that no one in his family can. So imagine how sweet it would be when he realizes that not only can he do it, but it’s an animal famous for fighting snakes! I also imagine that since he’s blind someone would have to tell him what that is, so theres some free fanfic potential there for ya)

Reblog if it’s ok for your mutuals to just send you posts they think you’d like or talk to you about random parts of their day

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, ’Wow, we’re identical!’ ’I dunno though, I think I’m still better looking,’ said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.

do you ever go:

😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄boys🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪men😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄😪🙄

but then:

💕💖💗💫💘💞✨💕💖💗✨💘💫💞✨💞✨💘💫💗💕💖💗💘💞💘💗💫fictional characters 💞✨💗💘💕💖✨💗💘💞💘💖💗💫💞💕💗💖💘💫💖💞💗💖💘💞💫✨💞💕💖💗💫

the fake scenarios in my head keep me going

i like to think that our blogs are just our own little personal museums of all the things we like, and we can visit each other’s museums and leave nice notes at the reception.

oh my fuuuu--

(source: j_kaluzhnaya on Twitter)

i like it when a man has broad shoulders.

his shirts are always pulled taut around that area and your hands can slide from his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms for ages. he looks strong and safe and he feels like it too, because his hugs are literally the best and are so tight that it feels like he’s squeezing the air out of you without even as much as trying to.

when he’s on top of you, pushing all the love that he harbours for you into you without stop and in a much different way than a hug ever could, he hides you entirely from view from how big he is even if there’s no one there to witness what you’re doing late at night or early in the morning.

his back is hunched, and yet he’s still just as wide and powerful as before. he pounds into you and you scratch and bite in response; repeatedly dragging your nails and sinking your teeth into those broad shoulders of his in attempt to survive all that raw strength, but it’s no use.

all you can do is hold on.

every day i wonder why i'm not living in a dark castle with secret passageways and rooms filled with books