It's 3am And You Wake Up Bc Ur Thirsty And You See One Of Those On Your Floor...

w utensil

I love plastic forks ❤️

"Believe in myself??" The same person who got me into this mess??

yess her dad (maybe?) died and petunia was rude to her

Remus Lupin uses the word ‘fuck’ like a comma

Hand it over buddy

Wolfstar 👀

Or moonseeker if you're into that

idk maybe they hate u

Could never be me their missing out

How tf do u know tho?

OH HELLO WHY AM I BLOCKED BY SO MANY PEOPLE??

chat i think im just secretly hated by all of tumblr

The oil dripping out from the car <3

OKAY GUYS WE’RE MAKING A SANDWICH NOW

JUST REBLOG THE LAST PERSON

IM STARTING

BREAD

barty, stealing the marauder's map and figuring out how to open it- because of course he would, he's a genius- and seeing james and regulus suspiciously close together in the astronomy tower, dorcas and marlene in the gryffindor girls dorms incredibly close together, and pandora and lily also very close together in the ravenclaw dorms- not to mention, remus and sirius in a broom closet on top of each other, and peter and gilderoy in the gryffindor dorms also suspiciously close together-

barty, lying in bed half on-top of evan, fully naked: wow, did you know that all of our friends and all of our friend's friends are gay??

evan, who has been running his fingers through barty's hair for the better half of an hour: shocking

barty: i know! and they're all being little freaks right now!

pleaaaase tell me I'm not the only one who's too scared to join smth if I'm not invited

WAIT I SEE THE VISION BITCHES ILL BRB NEW VISION BOARD ON THE HORIZON

whoever fancasted casper von bülow as evan rosier and maxence danet-fauvel as barty crouch jr saw the vision fr !! lethal face cards, if you ask me.

they are my rosekiller 🙌🏻

he would

mine - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 289

“Evan,” Pandora said slowly, pulling a worn-looking t-shirt out of the basket of clean laundry she was folding. “What is this?”

Evan looked up from his Nintendo Switch and eyed the shirt before looking back down. “That’s a shirt,” he mumbled, wincing as a loud womp-womp sound echoed from the speakers.

Pandora let out a loud sigh and resisted the urge to slap her brother over the head. “I know it’s a shirt, you idiot,” she replied. “But whose is it?”

“Not mine,” Evan responded, not even looking her way this time.

It was at this point that Pandora considered getting a new roommate. “Right,” she nodded, gritting her teeth. “Do you know who it might belong to?”

But before Evan could give another helpful response, the bathroom door opened, and Barty Crouch–dressed in only his boxers– walked out, looking extremely comfortable, especially considering he didn’t live there.

“Oh, that’s mine! Thanks, Pan!” he said happily, taking the shirt from her hand and pulling it on before grabbing a banana from the table and jumping onto the couch next to Evan.

Pressing her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, Pandora reminded herself that murder was currently illegal. “Barty. Why was your shirt in the washer? At a flat where you don’t even live?” she demanded.

“Because it was dirty,” he explained, looking at her like she was crazy.

“Do I want to know why?” she asked, already knowing she didn’t.

“Probably not, honestly,” Barty replied, grinning.

But Evan, still mashing at buttons on his Switch, piped up. “It got all stained last night when we were fu-”

But Pandora decided she had enough. “I’m going to Lily’s,” she interrupted, deciding she was probably never going to come back.