laughingquill:

annevbonny:

the older i get the more i realize what it meant for lily and james potter to die at 21. when you’re 11 and you’re reading the books, watching the films, 21 feels ancient. it did to me. even the actors they picked looked like they were in their thirties, because actual 21 year olds standing next to harry in the mirror would have been an excruciating sight i think. actual 21 year olds lined up in the photo sirius shows harry would have been horrible to see. they weren’t adults. i look at 21 year olds now and most of them are still teenagers. and i’m so sad because you know harry turns 21 and then 22 and then 28 and 29 and realizes how terribly young his parents were, how brave they were, how exceptional they were, GOD I’M SAD IM GETTING A BEER

fuck

incorrecttomarryquotes:

Tom: I know this is random, but sub or dom?

Harry: I guess Dominos. I don’t go to Subway all that much. Don’t see why you’d put them in the same category.

aroacehogwarts:

Aroace Hufflepuffs making sure they’re on a first-name basis with every single person in their House (and working on the other Houses), especially the younger years so the students know there’s always someone they can go to if they’re homesick or feeling under the weather or having trouble with classes or feeling overwhelmed or when they just need a friend.

Aroace Puffies who enjoy sneaking into the kitchens to homebake treats or who knit scarves or who create thoughtful pieces of art to surprise gift friends (or even random students if someone is looking a little down) with.

Aroace Hufflepunks who go around in black and pastels of green, purple, and/or yellow and set the fashion scene at Hogwarts.

Aroace Hufflepuffs dorks who write to each other in the secret code they’ve come up with and have the owls deliver their messages in the morning, starting out each other’s day with some excitement and a smile on their face.

Aroace Puffies forming their own miscellaneous club, where activities range from doing homework together to playing games to visiting the owlery to pet and feed and dote on the owls.

Aroace Hufflepunks who bring instruments into Hogwarts and just have a good jam sesh whenever they’re stressed. They play out in the open, away from the main doors so those who might be bothered by the noise won’t be overloaded with sound and so those who need to chill to some music can come and listen or dance or even join in.

Aroace Hufflepuffs who make all sorts of pride jewelry to congratulate anyone who comes out to them (and to display their own pride, of course).

Aroace Puffies teaming up with aroace students in other Houses to organize a small Pride Parade (all mogai identities welcome) around the grounds that ends with a party in the Hufflepuff common room.

Aroace Hufflepunks always sticking up for any students of any House they find being bullied.

Aroace Hufflepuffs just doing Helga Hufflepuff’s legacy justice.

~Hufflepuff Mod

harry-dr-a:

Harry: What should I get Ginny for our upcoming wedding anniversary?

Draco, under his breath: divorce papers.

aroacehogwarts:

TW: internalized acephobia

“WHA’!?” Hagrid thundered.

It’s a tone Harry’s only heard a few times. And every single time Harry’s heard it, the tone has meant the Dursley’s have mislead and outright lied to him.

Still, Harry doesn’t like people yelling around him. So he scrunches in on himself and gets quieter. “It’s just – I thought maybe wizards would have a cure. I don’t see a lot of, y’know, disabilities around here, and I don’t hear about any other wizards being like me…” he trails off, knowing Hagrid’s thunderous expression isn’t geared towards him, but feeling uncomfortable, anyway.

Hagrid visibly calms himself and gives Harry an apologetic stare. He runs a hand through his thick, coarse hair. “Yer not wrong about tha’. Look, Harry, wizarding society ain’t too forward an’ accepting abou’ those who are diff’rent. That’s true. But you – ah. Harry, it’s call, uh, lemme remember this right. It’s called asexuality. And it’s as valid as an other identity – gay, straight, whatever else. ‘Onestly, I don’ follow all the terms tha’ well because – well, Harry, there’s not many folk aroun’ I’m int’rested in, so it doesn’t matter much ta me. But you? Ah, yer not alone, Harry. Your dad,” Hagrid relaxes a bit when he sees Harry perk up at this, “he was jus’ like you.”

“He – he was?”

“Yeah. He was. James was asexual. He didn’ really know ‘til he started datin’ yer mum, but he was real loud ‘n’ proud abou’ it after that.”

“He – my dad was… asexual,” Harry repeated, trying the word out for himself.

“An’ the Dursley’s were dead wrong, Harry,” Hagrid leaned down to look Harry in the eyes, resting a large and comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s not a disease or a disorder or whatever else codswallop they tried ta feed ya,” he confirmed. “You do not need fixin’, Harry.”

As soon as Hagrid sat back up, Harry covered his face with his hands and took a few shuddering breaths. It was as big and as important a revelation as the fact that he was a wizard.

“Hones’ly, shoulda given ‘em all pig tails. Gotta remember that nex’ time I’m there,” Hagrid murmured to himself, busying himself by shuffling things around in the kitchen of his hut to give Harry time to gather himself.

Harry gave a strangled laugh from behind his hands.

Finally, Hagrid turned around. “Rock cake?” he offered.

Harry peeked out from under his hands, remnants of dried tears on his face clear to Hagrid. “Just some tea, please,” he asked.

“Comin’ right up,” Hagrid smiled. Harry sounded much less distressed than when he’d entered Hagrid’s hut. For now, that was good enough for Hagrid.

~Hufflepuff Mod