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Reading the Cursed Child

me: oh my god. they’re meeting on the train. this is perfect… oh my god. they’re hugging now. i am so here for a potter/malfoy friendship… okay, so like, i mean i guess they’re just like really close friends?… i feel like i’ve never hugged my guy friends this much… hold up… “you make me stronger.” this feels pretty gay dude… “you two- you belong together.” oh. my. god. they’re not friends, they’re fucking boyfriends. <3 i can’t wait for them to tie it up in a sweet scene in the end making it canon…wait.what’s happeni- no, wait. WAIT.

JKR:

me:

Originally posted by milansreactionwhen

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Sara Bareilles releases a studio version of her song “She Used To Be Mine” from the upcoming Broadway musical “Waitress”

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ofhufflcpuff.

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               “ SO, i might have accidentally switched steps three                   and four. how likely is this to explode and kill me? ”

                 “RUN.” He’s joking, but she doesn’t have to know that.

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❝ You took a life here today. You did. The life of the party. ❞ [ hello

                The air in the pub is musty and smells of sweat and beer and the sheer thickness of it is enough for him to have to hightail it outside just so he can breath. Pretending to be a muggle was proving to be more difficult than he thought ( or maybe it was just because he was doing things a bit extreme; he wasn’t of legal drinking age in the Wizarding World, but muggle Bristol had a lower age cap, and that meant drinking more than he’d meant to ). He leans against a wall beside the door and debates heading back, hand pressing against the vial of floo powder in the pocket of his trousers, when a voice startles him from his thoughts. Scorpius had been drinking with him inside... well, more like, had been in awe of how much the other could drink, but it dawns on him now that he doesn’t even know his name.                “What?” He’s so lightheaded he doesn’t really process what he’s saying for a moment, and when he does all he musters is a, “oh, well, I just needed a --” He feels the vial of floo powder in this pocket again, tempted, but there’s something oddly alluring about the boy in front of him. For some reason he really wanted Tony to like him. “A smoke?” It comes out unsure, but at least that answer justifies why he was feeling at his pockets, and there were a few muggles milling around him smoking something that really stunk, “I think I dropped them, though.” 

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albusseveruspctter.

                   Sirens might as well have started going off at that moment, because Albus was not impressed in the slightest with Scorpius’s response. Scor would not be passing GO and collecting 200 (or in this case kisses ) any time soon. The scowl that marred his face only deepened as he stood up and began pacing the room.

                           “If you’re going to be like that, you can just leave.”

               He stares unimpressed when Albus gets up and walks away, letting out a hefty sigh in response. “You know what? Fine.” Scorpius stands up and grabs his book bag that’s hanging off the end of his bed.                 “If you’re going to be like that, then maybe I will.” He shifts the strap of his bag onto his shoulder and heads for the door, careful not to bump into Albus as he paces, “I’m not in the mood for you to direct your anger at me for something I had no part in, anyways.”

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UNTIL THE VERY END. independent & selective james potter.

                             ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴

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The Office sentence meme

❝ I’m going to make this way harder than it needs to be. ❞

❝ Who says exactly what they’re thinking? What kind of game is that? ❞

❝ Speaking of funerals… why don’t you go ahead and die? ❞

❝ You took a life here today. You did. The life of the party. ❞

❝ Please don’t throw garbage at me. ❞

❝ Well, well, well… how the turn tables. ❞

❝ Just Do It. You were the “it” that I was just doing. ❞

❝ Decent people everywhere will get offended. ❞

❝ I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good. ❞

❝ Who am I? I’m [name], the business bitch. ❞

❝ Oh, speaking of time machines… I just got back from the future and I went to your funeral, and guess what? Nobody came. ❞

❝ I never smile if I can help it. ❞

❝ This is a dream I’ve been having since lunch, and I am not giving up on it now. ❞

❝ If you pray enough, you can change yourself into a cat person. ❞

❝ Occasionally, I will hit someone with my car. So sue me. ❞

❝ I really enjoy being judged. ❞

❝ Friends joke with one another. ‘Hey, you’re poor.’ ‘Hey, your momma’s dead.’ That’s what friends do. ❞

❝ I don’t talk trash, I talk smack. They’re totally different. ❞

❝ They’re trying to make me an escape goat. ❞

❝ If I don’t have some cake soon I might die. ❞

❝ Your mom, you gay nerd! ❞

❝ I don’t want to blame anyone in particular… I think everyone’s to blame. ❞

❝ Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it’s not like this compulsive need to be liked. Like my need to be praised. ❞

❝ Is this a video conference you’re having with… “Drake” featuring “Swizz Beatz”? ❞

❝ Should have burned this place down when I had the chance. ❞

❝ Nobody does anything for me anymore unless I threaten to kill myself. ❞

❝ So everyone here knows pirate code? ❞

❝ Your internet searches were so filthy we had to throw out your computer. ❞

❝ I have the worst attitude of anyone here. ❞

❝ And I knew exactly what to do, but in a much more real sense I had no idea what to do.  ❞

❝ What is so stupid about wanting to name a baby Usher? ❞

❝ I have a lot of questions. Number one: how dare you?! ❞

❝ You’re always saying there’s something wrong with society, but maybe it’s something wrong with you. ❞

❝ I talk a lot, so I’ve learned to just tune myself out. ❞

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-hugs my son tbh- bae

happy baby malfoy sounds

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albusseveruspctter.

@gryffinscor ❤‘d for a STARTER;;

                 “ Angry? I’m not angry - why would I be angry? I have absolutely                     no reason what so ever to be feeling anything like anger, I think                     YOU’RE being ridiculous.” 

The words come out somewhat calm and for that he is rather grateful, but the intended effect is ruined because he’s certainly babbling and when he finally shuts himself up he’s cringing on the inside; the defensive stance is not endearing anyone, much less Scorpius, to his stance. He doesn’t even believe himself - why would anyone else?

               Albus was like an open book with his emotions some times to the extent that it was almost embarrassing to watch him deny what was written so clearly all over his face. He sits across from him crossed-legged on his bed and leans forward so their foreheads bump together.                 “C’mon, just tell me what’s wrong -- I can’t snog you when your face looks like that. It’s unappealing.”

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scorpius is in the mood for a hug ??? pls help him

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STARTER CALL. may be short. i lost my old starter call sooo.

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My url c:

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: #scorpiusprotectionsquad2k16 // scorpius is a precious babe that must be protected at all costs ok ayhow they play them: i love the idea of scorpius being in gryffindor, that is my favourite house for him ever and you play it super well and i love how much you’ve put into him and how amazing you play him im gonna cr Ythe mun: okay so confession time, i actually knew you and your blog beFORE you rebooted scorpius and i rebooted al, when i used to be in the fandom some time ago under a different url?? an d back then i was vERY INTIMIDATED BY YOU EVEN IF WE RP’ED AND OUR MUSES CLICKED, i m ean i am still kinda intimidated because i am a smol scared bean but you are literally so nice and i love talking to you and i wanna smush your lil face between my hands

do i;

follow them: yESrp with them: DUHwant to rp with them: nOPE NOT AT ALL GROSSship their character with mine: no, that’s really gaY ( ye s i do i love our scorbus )

what is my;

overall opinion: kiki is oh so very precious and her scorpius is precious and everything about their blog and personality and muse is precious and i am going to just continue to say precious because they are precious and ily

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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@mctamorphmagxs / s.

             Potter-Weasley family gatherings were huge and incredibly              uncomfortable for a Malfoy... and he was beginning to regret              letting Albus talk him into coming, especially when his friend              got pulled off by some one and left him alone. He stood              awkwardly near the food, sipping on a cup of juice more out              of needing something to do to occupy himself rather than              because he was thirsty.                He decides to go find a quiet place inside to hide until they               leave and turns to head in, but accidentally bumps straight               into Teddy Lupin, his juice effectively soaking his shirt. “Shit               -- I mean -- uh ... I’m sorry.”

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albusseveruspctter.

                 Albus was human. He grew. He made mistakes. He tried his best to figure himself out, despite the whole world acting like they already had. Al was still a student, still a boy that was questioning things and unsure about himself at times, despite his somewhat colder and cocky exterior. He had put off dating - despite the initial interest people seemed to have in him. He had just felt like no one genuinely liked him for him, and simply for his name or his family name. He wasn’t even sure if he was into boys or girls. It was all very confusing.

                 But, he could only put things off so long, so when a girl asked him out after they had studied together - he figured he might as well try it. There was no harm in that, was it? She seemed nice enough, rather intelligent, didn’t seem to care much about his fame. It sounded like a good deal. It was for the most part. They went out, had fun, he enjoyed her company and even kissed her cheek good night.

                  He, however, had simply planned to go to the kitchens and then to bed, but then remembered he was meant to meet up with his best friend, so he did and chuckled at the boy’s words. “Hm… I think she was sufficiently wooed. We agreed to a second date, but I don’t know - she’s nice, interesting, but there’s just not really any… connection? I guess. But… one more date can’t hurt, she can at least hold a decent conversation and she’s rather easy on the eyes.”

               Ouch. It feels like he’s just taken a quaffle to the gut, but he forces a smile anyways despite the sinking feeling in his stomach. It had been a selfish thought, anyways, to wish that it hadn’t gone well... he knows that, really, but it didn’t stop him from hoping. There’s a glimmer of something when he says there’s not a connection, but it fades when he admits that they’re still going on a second date. “Well, yeah, another date can’t hurt, and at least she’s pretty.” He almost convinces himself that he’s okay with it by his tone of voice, so even and unwavering, just like the smile on his lips.                “Anyways, though, I should get going. You took forever and I’ve got to sleep before my Quidditch match tomorrow.” He starts shoving his books into his bag, too hastily, and then stands up and shifts it onto his shoulder, ready to high tail it out of the library and to the Gryffindor common room where he can brood in peace. “You’ll be there, right? I’ll just see you after, then -- have a good night.” And with that he practically runs out of the room and down the halls, only stopping when he’s made it past the portrait hole and into the safety of his common room. His chest feels tight, and he feels like he could be sick, so instead of chatting with his peers or team members he heads straight to bed.                  The next morning he pushes Albus out of his thoughts and focuses on Quidditch. They lose to Ravenclaw by a large margin and Scorpius can’t help but think it’s his fault for being distracted... He really wants to crawl into a hole, but his team mates insist on throwing a party for a morale boost ( “we can’t let a loss get us down!!” ) and so he has to wait until they’re done setting up for that to return to his room. So he finds himself in the library again, wishing he could talk to Albus... he could have, but he had a feeling seeing him would make his mood worse, and so he’d sort of been avoiding him all day... oops. He lays an open book on his face and leans back in his chair, figuring a nap would maybe do some good.

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veelaweasleys.

               Does he have the persistence to handle this? Yes. He is a Delacour-Weasley; he can handle ANYTHING. Does he, in this particular instant, feel like he has the persistence to handle this? … debatable; he’s half-and half. He knows he CAN, but it’s proving more difficult than he would like it to be  ( though, where Scorpius was concerned, anything was worth it ). Still, it’s not like he’d just quit, especially because he truly DID feel bad——if not for his actions themselves, for the fact that they’d made Scorpius this upset. He and Scorpius were viewing this in two very different ways, and while differing opinions were not necessarily a bad thing, in the moment they weren’t exactly helpful. From what Louis could gather, Scorpius definitely saw a problem in what he’d done while he himself really didn’t. Hell, Louis BARELY counted that as flirting at all. If their positions were reversed, Louis certainly wouldn’t have minded. But that wasn’t exactly the point at the moment; their situations were not reversed, and it was Scorpius’ feelings that he was focused on, even if he didn’t quite get where the blond was coming from.

               He hadn’t meant his words to be taken quite like that—though it seemed like it would be difficult to take them any other way. The last thing he wanted was to dump the blame for this on Scorpius  ( even if he’s still adamant he didn’t do anything wrong ). This was something that was clearly a mutual misunderstanding; no one person should be shouldering all of the blame. Even worse was the fact that he had very accidentally implied that his boyfriend was at fault for all of the rumors, because he WASN’T. The rumors about the two of them stemmed from jealousy and wishful thinking, Louis knew that  ( and the rumors that had begun to spread about him long before their friendship, even, had even LESS to do with him; centered around unwarranted fear and paranoia ).  “ I didn’t SAY———okay, well, yes I did. I didn’t mean it like that, though. ”  He keeps his voice quiet, too, because for once in his life, he doesn’t want to attract unnecessary attention. He swallows back a laugh  ( and he’s glad he managed to keep it contained, because this was not a good time, and he didn’t want to make Scorpius even more angry ).  “ Mon amour, that wasn’t a FLIRT. You know my flirting is much more impressive than that. And usually in French. I just winked. There’s a bunch of ways someone could take a wink. I wasn’t BLAMING it on you; you know that, ”  ——except maybe he didn’t know that, because it did sound like he was trying to blame him. Whoops.

               Eyes flicker down to his hand, but he can’t honestly say he’s surprised. He would be infinitely more surprised if Scorpius had let Louis keep his grip. The glare shot his direction only made him feel worse, resting his head against Scorpius’ shoulder once again.  “ WHY would he do that? Scorpius, I was holding your hand; I’m sure he saw that. I’m very evidently taken, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. ”  Louis moves his hand so that it’s on top of Scorpius’ again, though he doesn’t quite grip on; he’s still trying to give his boyfriend space… kind of.  “ Well, no, I don’t think I did anything wrong. ”  Probably a bad move, but oh well.  “ I mean… I don’t think that there was anything wrong with what I did, but I AM sorry that I caused… this. If it makes you upset, I won’t do it again. … OR, I’ll try my best not to. It’s sort of a habit. ”

               “Even if you don’t think it was a flirt, that boy did, and so do I. Your definition of it doesn’t change what I think. I’m sure he took that wink as a ‘oh you totally have a chance with me, let me just ditch Malfoy over here and we can go make out in a closet somewhere’. You’re part Veela, encouraging his feelings is only going to make him more persistent.” And it was true, he had seen the glimmer of hope in the poor sucker’s eye as Louis winked at him, and it wasn’t a pretty sight to see some one stricken by the magic of the Veela enchantment. Scorpius had been, once, when he was younger, with Victiore Weasley... but Louis had never affected him that way. What he felt for him was pure love, it was real... even when he was driving him insane by saying all the wrong things in all the wrong ways. All he had to do was apologize and Scorpius might have let it go, but it seemed the French really were as stubborn as rumors proclaimed.                   Scorpius remains still, a very sour look on his face as Louis creeps closer and lays his head and hand over him once again. And then he has to scoff at the backwards apology Louis offers him, and he realizes that there’s no getting through to him. “You can’t even guarantee you won’t do it again? Really?” He runs a hand down his face, trying to calm himself before he says anything that he doesn’t mean and that he’ll regret later when he’s not so annoyed. He hates this feeling; anger, jealousy, a nagging feeling of uncertainty. He loves Louis, really, he wouldn’t be with him if he wasn’t, and a large amount of the time he was extremely happy with him, but it was moments like these that made him wonder if he was really the right choice for the Weasley. Maybe he needed some one who didn’t care as much about things like this, some one more laid back. “Can you just... leave me alone for awhile? Obviously we’re not going to agree on this, and everything you say is just making me feel worse.” He hasn’t moved or pushed Louis off, he doesn’t see the point if the other boy is just going to climb right back on top of him. “You’re just not... understanding me... or even trying, so I don’t see the point in talking about it anymore.”