I SEARCHED IT UP LIKE YESTERDAY AND I WAS SO SURE IT WAS SUM SMALLASS TOWN IN VIRGINIA OR SUMTHIN But

I just had a dream that I was looking for GANSEY in my hometown. (kinda weird) And the only help I had was blue's contact number. (Which she didn't pick up most of the time). The whole time I felt just as obsessed as gansey was with Glendower. Wait....

Is gansey the new glendower. Shit.

What is this? The hornet cycle? (Iykyk)

Jokes aside adam looked so hot in the drea-

I'm gonna make this a weekly thing if this goes well.

WOLFSTAR HC OF THE WEEK.

• Remus is messy af.

• He would have books lying around EVERY corner of his bedroom. On the bed. On the dressing table. In front of the door. Infront of the window. EVERYWHERE.

• He's also a messy af cook.

• Meaning, that he's an absolute disaster when it comes to baking stuff. With flour in his hair and on his cheek. Accidentally getting baking soda in his eyes. Whipping cream on the counter table. He's just a disaster who doesn't know what clean even means.

MEANWHILE.

• Sirius is the opposite. (HEAR ME OUT)

• He grew up in the noble and most miserable house of black for God's sake. Of course he's a freakishly clean freak. They traumatized him into that.

• And sure. Say whatever you want, that he's rebellious so he'll make a mess. To annoy them or whatever. You're RIGHT. He would. But that would HAUNT him.

• He's been taught to keep everything in order and not a hair out of place. His clothes would be lined up color wise. His books aswell (yes he reads book. You can read books AND be punk rock).

• He would try extremely hard not to get irritated when the other marauders make a mess around him and slowly clean up after them when they're not looking.

• This is one of the things that he carried from grimmauld place.

Shout out @mollymarymarie for writing the SWEETEST and MOST DELICIOUS wolfstar known to mankind. Miss ma'am, you are a treasure to this world and I wish to worship you.

ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

something about marlene being harry’s godmother and dorcas being luna’s just aches in the best, worst way.

marlene, loud and brave and always laughing with a bruised knuckle and glitter on her cheek. the kind of person who would’ve picked baby harry up with one arm and a butterbeer in the other, calling him “mini prongs” while james yelled from the background, “you’re not allowed to teach him swears yet!”

dorcas. bold and fierce in a quiet way. who loved with her whole chest but rarely said it out loud. who would’ve seen the strange and lovely in luna right away—no hesitation, no mockery. just: “you see the world differently. that’s good. don’t stop.”

marlene, who would’ve taught harry how to throw a punch and flirt at the same time. who’d show up to his Quidditch matches in a jacket bedazzled with “potter #1.” who’d say “be loud about the things you love, kid.”

dorcas, who would’ve have taken luna on long walks in the forest, teaching her how to recognize the magic in the way leaves fall. how to fight with elegance and walk with peace. she’d tell her, “you don’t need to change a thing.” who’d teach her how to find magic in silence.

James : Don't you carry a hair dryer in your purse?

Lily: Have you ever met an actual human who does?

James : Hey Sirius do you carry a hair dryer in your purse?

Sirius: Duh, I'm not an animal.

if you understand the phrase “Robert Sean Leonard is a gentleman, the best actor. A sexy man, my sunshine and I love him” we’re getting married btw

Andrew Minyard has a gummy smile. There I said it.