The American Hogwarts Houses
Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.
Good. Night. I’m done.
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
i’m so glad i was sorted into wolfthorn
never let this picture die
We couldn’t give a fuck and a half about what you think of our game.
But homosexual is not an insult.
Enjoy, dudes. This one’s on us.
Ops… that was totally unexpected
“You’re not listening to me.” James said, taking his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting on a nearby desk, his legs crossed as he leaned on his knees with his elbows. He was wearing a grey jacket, with the hood pulled up over his head.
“I am!” She retorted, “It’s just not working.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Do you want my help or not, Evans?”
She took a deep breath, pulling her long hair into a high ponytail. She turned to face him once more,
“Tell me again?”
“Arm high. Stand strong. Concentrate on your happiest memory.” He said, watching her intently as she did as he said.
“Now the incantation, and flick your wand like I showed you.”
A thin wisp of white vapour projected from her wand, and she dropped her arm in defeat, her cheeks burning. She’d never been this awful at anything in Defence Against the Dark Arts before, and it was killing her. She had swallowed all of her pride, and asked James Potter for help; and she still couldn’t do it.
“Again.” He said calmly behind her, “You’re getting there.”
“No I’m not, Potter.” She said hotly, turning around, “Maybe I’m just not meant to use a Patronus, okay? The text book says that only the pure at heart can cast them-”
“So what are you saying? That you’re not pure at heart?” he asked sceptically, raising an eyebrow.
“Why else can’t I bloody do it then?” she said, her arms crossing over her chest as she frowned.
“Because it takes practice.” He said simply, “No one picks it up easily, Evans. Now try again.”
"Maybe it’s a muggleborn thing… maybe only true wizards and witches can do it." She sighed, frowning as she turned back to the empty space before her. She heard a loud bang, turning around to look at him again she assumed that he’d slammed his fists against the table. His expression was fierce as he loudly said,
"For Merlin’s sake, Evans. I refuse to believe that you buy into that Death Eater propaganda. You’re here, aren’t you? That makes you a true witch, now stop feeling sorry for yourself and try again."
She tried to scowl at him. She tried. But she couldn’t. It would have been so easy for him to lose his patience with her; they’d been here for 2 hours already, and he hadn’t once checked his watch or sighed impatiently. She searched her mind for another happy memory; she’d used all of her happiest memories already and they hadn’t been enough. She turned to glance at him briefly, before turning away from him again.
She waited for the wisp of vapour to spill from her wand again, only this time it didn’t come. She watched in wonder as the animal galloped from her wand, watching it dance around the room, before it stood still long enough for her to get a good look. James pushed the hood off his head, leaning forward as he stared at the animal in shock, unsure that what he was seeing was real;
It was a doe.
She let go of her breath, not realising she’d been holding it. She turned to face him quickly as the doe disappeared, her grin spreading from one side of face to the other. James had a small frown on his face, but she didn’t notice as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. He smiled as she hugged him, and he hugged her back gently, his mind still reeling at her Patronus’ form.
She pulled away, unable to wipe the grin from her face, “Thank you.” She said quietly.
“What were you thinking of?” he asked casually as he stood up off the table. She reached for her bag, which was laying on the floor not far from her; her cheeks burnt red, “You.” her mind said, but her lips lied for her,
“I was thinking about when I got my Hogwarts letter.”
He nodded, “Seemed to do the trick. Hold on to that one.” He said with a smile, “If you need help with anything else, just let me know.” He made his way to the door. She nodded, thankful that he hadn’t questioned her lie, when a thought popped into her head,
“James?” She asked quickly, before he could get too far away.
“Yeah?” he asked, turning his head over his shoulder to look back at her.
“What’s your Patronus?”
He smiled briefly, before waving his wand, and muttering “Expecto Patronum.”
The large silver stag danced towards her, and she watched in awe as the animal stood tall and proud before her. Her mouth dropped open slightly, her eyes glue to the stag, and when it faded, she found herself staring at James Potter from across the room. She tried to think of something to say, but she drew a blank.
He smiled softly, “See you ‘round, Evans.”
No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.
ooc: Reblogging because holy shit.
I aspire to be this woman when I’m older.
This woman was born before women were legally allowed to vote.
So don’t think for a second that she’s joking when she sees you trying to take that right away, Republicans.
I take heart in knowing I am GOING to be this woman.
I always wanted to be a performer, but discipline was something I needed help with, and I got that through wrestling and football.
-Chris Pratt(Esquire USA, October 2014)
Girls face so many challenges and people are constantly telling them they can’t do things, they can’t be funny, they can’t run the companies. My advice is just not to focus on anyone telling you that you can’t do anything or the politics of your situation. Just think about your art, or that thing you want to do.
it is taking everything in me to not just reblog every picture of him.