the marauders fandom be like:
“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling. You can say it's just the way you are, make a new excuse, another stupid reason. Good luck, babe, well good luck… You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling…”
BUT IT’S JEGULUS. IT’S SO THEM.
reblog if your url represents who you really are
relatable
took a shower and i cant tell if i want to cry because im fat or im feminine more
“I’m going to bed!” I say as I log on to ao3 and read three hours worth of jegulus smut
Everytime this is reblogged, JK Rowling steps on a lego
And she has a BOYFRIEND?!?
never thought about the implications of frederick not seeing annabeth for five years. imagine the last thing you have of your daughter is a broken window lock and an unmade bed with cobwebs hanging from the headboard. and then reuniting with her five years later. and she's a foot taller. and her hair once natural is now braided and upkept. and she learned how to tie her shoes without you. and wow do you even know your daughter? and then she turns to face you from across the field. and her eyes are still the stormy gray that you remember. except they're now calculating and cold. searching for the slightest sign of a threat. and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. because look what you put your daughter through.
friendly reminder that somewhere in the world a little middle school kid is wrapped up in bedsheets asking their parent why everyone was being weird about percy and annabeth sleeping next to each other in the latest chapter of their bedtime story. and that parent is sweating bullets.