#harry tok

[watermelonlovershigh]

I'M DYING AT THIS AUDIO WITH THIS CLIP 🤣🤪

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

LET HIM COOK!

[getfuckedblr]

latest bind!! if we were lovers by @reggieblk

i read this over christmas and was OBSESSED like was sneaking off to read it during family time obsessed. she came in at like 700 pages and i had to physically wedge her into my guillotine for trimming, but i’m so proud of her!! the covers didn’t come out perfect (but then they never do LMAO) but i’m pretty satisfied!!

bound in peel and stick green flocking, gilded with bronze toner foil and gold htv for the cover!

[luckydiorxoxo]

UMG, the world’s biggest music company, says they will remove their artists’ music from TikTok this Wednesday when their contract expires after failing to reach a new agreement with the platform.

They have failed to reach an agreement on fair compensation and AI protections.

[fkinavocado]

mmmmhm

[trashmouth-padfoot]

Sirius: “I thought I might stay over tonight”

Remus: “Why?”

Sirius: “‘Cause we’re boyfriends”

Remus, definitely teasing by now: “to do what?”

Sirius:

Sirius: “I’m actually not sure”

[miszoblin]

There are two notable markings on Harry’s skin. The first mainly serves to attract a lot of stares and secure the first page of the Daily Prophet far more often than Harry would like. The second sits quietly beneath the sleeve of his cloak and goes by perfectly unnoticed but bothers Harry far more than the brand on his brow has ever served to. Both have got everything to do with Lord Voldemort.

Both are a death sentence, in some manner of speaking.

two words in green ink by @riddleandpottersittinginatree

[hldailyupdate]

Harry signed this Harry’s House Photo Op Couch for Moody Center in Austin Texas. (September 2022)

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[loonylupinblack3]

Wretched

Paring: Barty Crouch Jr x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: barty crouch jr is wretched

Word count: 0.6k

“Looking for this?”

I turned around reluctantly, none too thrilled to find Barty Crouch Jr staring at me with that wicked amusement in his eyes, a book in hand. Not just any book. My book. The one I needed to complete my Charms essay, and the one Barty knew I needed.

I held my hand out, not in the mood for his shenanigans. “Give it here.”

Barty raised his eyebrows at my tone, a wretched grin making its way onto his face. “You sound grumpy.”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not grumpy.”

Barty hummed. “I think you are.”

I scowled, lunging forwards in the hopes to catch the Slytherin by surprise. Barty was too quick though, or maybe he was just suspecting the attack, because he moved smoothly out of my way, holding the book at a distance. My scowl deepened and I crossed my arms.

“What do you want then?”

Barty feigned confusion, going so far as to scratch the side of his head in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath, glancing around the quiet library. There were only a few students in there; the sound of turning pages and the scratching of quills on parchment the only noise in the place. Aside from Barty and I, in a little nook in the back of the library. It was a sunny day, unusual for November, which was why the library was so empty; most wanted to enjoy the sunshine while it lasted.

Noticing my surroundings was a tactic I used to calm down, one I’d found myself using a lot more once Barty Crouch noticed my existence. He went from not even knowing my name last year to constantly badgering me every chance he could. It was infuriating.

“Why don’t you go outside like everyone else and just give me my book?” I demanded.

Barty tilted his head, looking at me like I was something he couldn’t quite figure out. A puzzle he couldn’t solve. I glowered at the thought, surging forward to try once again to get my hands on the book.

The wretched boy was too fast again, this time grabbing both my wrists with one hand and pining them above my head against the bookshelf he pressed me against. Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I refused to look away as the Slytherin leaned in closer, his eyes boring into mine.

He tilted his head, moving forward until I could feel his breath against my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

“Why don’t you say please?” he rasped, voice so quiet I nearly didn’t hear it.

I swallowed thickly, finding myself at a loss for words as I stared at the wretched boy in front of me. He was that; wretched. He was the most wretched person I had ever met, with his wretched smirk and wretched hair and wretched confidence as he talked to me, like he didn’t care that I hated him. Like he knew I didn’t really hate him at all.

“Well?” he prodded.

I stared at him, my eyes straying to his lips. They were parted, small pants coming out of them like Barty was feeling just as flustered as I was. I looked back into his eyes, and I think we both knew I wasn’t asking for the book when I breathed, “please.”

Barty’s lips crashed against mine as he got a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back to give himself better access to my mouth. I melted into the kiss, feeling my knees go weak as I returned the pressure, moving my mouth against his like it was the only thing I knew how to do.

My tongue swiped across his upper lip and Barty let out an appraising groan, his hold on me tightening as he tugged me even closer. There were fireworks everywhere as the kiss continued, my mind hazy.

When we finally pulled back, we were both panting, staring at each other with undisguised hunger.

Barty flashed that smug smirk and handed me the book, our fingers brushing. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“You, Barty Crouch Jr, are wretched.”

Barty grinned. “I know.”

[bumble-bee-beatrice]

Finding a new book\book series is like will you be temporary or will you be one of my many obsessions and part of my personality for the next five years( this also includes fandoms and or characters)

[watermelonlovershigh]

I went through a phase of listening to this song on repeat. There is some kind of addictive drugs in it or some shit.

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

In light of recent video games

[pathetic-dreamy]

Louis: Okay, but if you’re not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend?

Harry: Dude- Its satire!

Louis: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

[greatgiiginthesky]

my father’s daughter

when the doves cry, prince / zach bryan on tiktok / cat’s in the cradle, harry chapin / adam raised a cain, bruce springsteen

[fkinavocado]

WHAT was in the water 😩

[starstar10s]

INTRO TO ME:

Name: Star sorry not gonna put my actul name dont want those creepy stalkers from shool finding my acc

Fandoms: MARAUDERS IS THE MAIN ONE, heartstopper, young royals, larry and the one direction fandom, with a lil sprinkle of drarry

Ships: Jegulus, wolfstar, Dorlene, rosekiller (bartylus), pandlily, marylily

Hobbies: reading, writing (fanfics and random little stories), talking your ears off, going for walks, netball, singing, electric guitar, listening to music and collaging

Tiktok acc: @⭐️☀️(marauders version) is my marauders account shared between me and @blacktea-siriusversion updates are regular

My comfort characters: James Potter and Jake Peralta (i feel like theyre the same person) I also love Pandora and Marlene so much

Music: DAVID BOWIE, HARRY STYLES AND BILLIE EILISH my main trio but also love eminem, lana del rey, drake, frank ocean and queen so so so much (ik you guys my shits al over the place sorry abt that)

Random facts:

- my favourite shows are bridgerton and Queen Chrlotte (I have a very weird favourite movie genre)

- I am very energetic and loud

- I love hugs so so much

- I lovelovelove tea and bagels

- I am a weird mix between orange and black cat type of energy (maybe thats brown im not really sure but im a dog person forever.)

- My favourite subject is weirdly science and english is tied

- My dream job is a primary school teacher once i finish school

Anyway thanks for listening to my ramble pleas tell me about you guys and if we have anything in common bc I love making friends who share my interests love you all and please take care ❤️

Love from,

Star*