Superboy has a thing for saving damsels in distress… And then Jaime.
Imagine Teddy getting a howler from Tonks and he starts to freak out but when he opens it, it’s like
TEDDY GUESS WHAT, THE WEIRD SISTERS ARE COMING TO TOWN. PACK YOUR THINGS, SON, I ALREADY TALKED TO MCGONAGALL AND SHE SAID IT’S COOL. MERLIN’S PANTS I’M SO EXCITED. DON’T TELL ANYONE OKAY, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T TELL DAD EITHER. OH FUCK, IS THIS A HOWLER? I FUCKED UP, I FUCKED UP.
And Remus at the teachers table covering his face to hide his laughter.
EDWARD REMUS LUPIN, aka Teddy.
"a wild boy, a lanky half-werewolf with bright blue hair"
"Mr and Mrs Bill Weasley might like to know that their beautiful, blonde daughter Victoire seems to be attracted to any dark corner where Master Lupin happens to be lurking."
"Half-werewolf? I mean, really? Doesn’t she knows that lycanthropy is not genetic? It’s a disease passed by biting! Either you are or you are not!”
"It’s Skeeter, Teddy. She does it on purpose. Nevermind."
"She called me lanky! Am I lanky?”
"Actually, I was paying more attention to the ‘wild’ part."
"You are… You are unbelievable. Merlin."
- After Hogwarts, Teddy becomes a lead singer of a wizard band.
- And apparently Victoire shares her mother’s taste for cool-styled men with unusual hair, earrings, and a lively sense of humour.
You will always be my almost
A six word story // -STG (inksplatteredpages)
i will not apologize for being too much for you.
i saw that girl in the dress that fell midway from thigh to knee.
you called her a slut and when i looked down at my own hemline i wondered what you truly thought of me.
i can’t forget the rosy lipstick that you asked me not to wear because i was “pretty without it.”
so did you think i was ugly with it?
for a month you needed a haircut but i never said anything because if you like it long you like it long,
but then you said “all i ask is don’t wear your hair up, i like it more down”
as if your opinion was supposed to matter so much to me.
so i’m not sorry for wearing tight dresses or for not holding my tongue.
i’m not sorry for keeping the lipstick
or for making more money than you
or for losing my temper when you rolled your eyes at my convictions.
i was a river and you were a dam;
you should have known i would crash through you.
i was the noise you wanted to silence and the pistol you wanted to lock
and no, i will never apologize.
if you wanted a girl you could control, you picked the wrong one. (via sheets-and-eyelids)
It makes me wonder, how many times had I forgiven you purely over fear of losing you, even when you don’t at all deserve my forgiveness?
8:18pm 25/7 (via serenityandparadise)
Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken…