“She Drifted Towards The Bedroom, On Her Way To Have A Bath Or Take A Nap Or Start A War.”

Headcannon : ( Teddy Lupin)

Can we all agree that:

Seeing that Teddy Lupin is just like Tonks; being a metamorphmagus.

Teddy morphing into people who are having a hard time whether they should dye or cut their hair.

So in that way, they can see what they would look like if they did it, also helping them if it looked bad/good on them.

a concept: heavy rainfall when you’re tucked up in bed. like if u agree.

"quiet, they can hear us" jeddy<333

God, I love these two so much.

Huge family dinners were a regular occurrence in the Potter household.

Everyone brought food and drink (which mostly led to them having 8 bottles of wine and 10 different desserts)

People usually arrived in the same order as well.

Ginny would open the door for Hermione, Ron and the kids right on time. Next came Molly and Arthur a few minutes later. Fred’s family maybe 10. Bill and Fleur a few minutes after them and so on.

When it got past the hour mark, only James was left waiting by the door, sat on the bottom step of the staircase.

He’d entertain himself, picking threads from the carpet, until he heard the faint pop just outside the door.

He was up in a second, swinging the door open.

Teddy’s fist was still raised in a motion to knock. He didn’t have time to lower it, his smile hadn’t even fully formed on his face before James was pulling him over the threshold by the collar of his jacket and molding their lips together.

Teddy let out a surprised, breathy laugh into James’ mouth, before kissing back hungrily.

“Late. As usual.” James mumbled against Teddy’s mouth before pressing another hard kiss to it.

Teddy smirked, palms warm around James’ hips as he backed him up against the hall closet. His teeth scraped gently against James lip, “Waiting. As usual.”

James scoffed and Teddy leaned back, only enough so that he could see Teddy clearly. Their hips and most of their chests still pressed together.

“I wouldn’t have to wait if you weren’t always so late.”

Teddy grinned, “Why on earth would I be on time when instead I get kissed before I’m even through the door? Besides…” He leaned in again, nosing along James’ cheek, lips dragging along his jaw, “If I was on time, there would be family everywhere and we wouldn’t get to do this…”

James bit his lip, head falling back against the closet door as Teddy started placing open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck.

“Yeah…” James’ fingers curled into Teddy’s hair, eyes falling shut, “Maybe you should be late.”

“Mhm.” Teddy answered shortly, mouth otherwise occupied with one of James’ collarbones.

James only just had the mind to tell him off about leaving any marks, “I got way too many questions last time- especially from dad.”

Teddy withdrew his head and raised an eyebrow at James, “What was Harry doing asking questions about a hickey on your neck?”

“Because.” James said distressed, “He’s always asking if I’ve met anyone and then there was that so obviously I had met someone-“

There was a sudden voice from the other room, “James? Is Ted here yet?”

James’ eyes widened, “Speak of the devil.”

Teddy bit his lip, eyeing the already forming splotch of purplish-red on Teddy’s collar bone where his lips had been moments before, “C’mon.”

He hurriedly opened the closet door and yanked James inside after him before closing it as quietly as possible.

“What the-“

“Shh.” Teddy pressed a finger to James lips.

“James? Are you even out there?”

When no reply came again Harry sighed, leaning in to kiss Ginny on the cheek, “Be right back.”

Ginny nodded, “I swear to Merlin, if he’s eating the cake again-“

Harry laughed, before making his way into the entry hall. He was about to call out James’ name again when-

“What the bloody hell are we doing in here?”

Harry’s eyes instantly narrowed in on the closet - the source of what was clearly James’ voice.

“Quiet- they can hear us.”

Another voice. Harry tilted his head, risking one step forward, trying to figure out who it was. It was clearly a boy’s.

“Well, I don’t understand why we couldn’t have just gone out there and then, y’know, finished that off later, they’re gonna wonder where we a-“

“No… What they’re going to wonder about is… that…”

There was a beat of silence before, “Teddy!”

Ah, Harry thought, So Teddy.

Ironic really, that the two boys had taken to hiding something that practically everyone had already guessed about.

“The second I tell you not to- and then you already have- Jesus fucking christ, it’s the dead of summer I can’t wear a fucking turtle neck!-“

“I’m sorry. I can’t- you’r just so-“ A sigh, “I can’t help it..”

Harry smirked, guessing as to what they were talking about.

“Well- Well-“ James cursed, “Why do you have to be so fucking cute about it-“


“I’m not cute-“

“You’re bloody cute. Now let’s get out of here before anyone comes. I don’t hear anything, I think it’s safe-“

With a start Harry saw the door handle starting to turn. He tried to casually sprint back into the living room and huffed down into his previous spot on the couch.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong?”

“What?” Harry puffed, “Nothing. Why is something wrong?”

Ginny’s brow arched further. Harry endured her stare for only a moment before cracking.

He leaned in, “Y’know James?”

“Our son?”

“Yeah.”

Ginny shot him a look, “Well, yes Harry, I do believe I know James.”

“Oh.” Harry flushed, “Right. Well, y’know Teddy?”

“Yes. Of course, what are you-“

Harry was the one to raise his eyebrows this time.

“What- oh. Oh.”

Ginny grinned, “Well at least now we know why he never brings anyone home.”

ravenclaw theodore nott

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the sorting was taking too long, while an eleven years old theodore nott shivered on the chair, praying for slytherin being screamed out, as his father was, as it should be

things seemed blurry and unfocused when the sorting hat shouted out a clear ‘ravenclaw’ and a stunned professor mcgonagall hurried him to join his housemates at the table

everyone looked at him like he had a troll head spurting out of his shoulder, but as theo sat down and clang to a cup full of water, he smiled to himself

because it was during the first night theo spent in the ravenclaw tower, looking at the very dark, very starry sky, lost in it’s infinity, that he felt truly free

his father’s owls were insistent and constant, but he knew that nothing could change the fact the sorting hat chose ravenclaw, the hat was never wrong

after the second week, the last owl he received from his father, was a single sentence letter, written angrily with dark ink “no son of mine is a ravenclaw”, and theodore nott smiled to himself again, overtaken by the same sense of freedom when he looked up at the sky from the ravenclaw tower

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theoi as Aesthetics™ cause i feel like it ig

Zeus

sunlight beaming through dark clouds, cold winds that burn your cheeks, lightning that illuminates the sky for just a fraction of a second, strong wings and sharp talons

Hera

golden rings slightly dulled after years of wear, lotus flowers floating upon pools of water, wedding gifts wrapped in gold paper, peacock feathers that glimmer in the sun

Poseidon

jagged rocks decorated by barnacles and seaweed, clouds of sand kicked up by a horse galloping across a seashore, rusted old treasures lost to the deep ocean, waves that lap gently over the sand or crash fiercely against the rocks

Haides

large dogs bearing sharp teeth, old coins blackened and rusted by time, animal bones half-buried under dark soil, silver rings on pallid fingers

Demeter

long grass brushing against your legs, freshly baked bread in a wicker picnic basket, golden honeycomb, fields of grain ready for harvest

Aphrodite

lipstick stains in shades of red and pink, doves perched upon blossoming branches, love letters written in smudged red ink, the opalescent underside of a scallop shell

Apollo

crowns of bay leaves resting on curly hair, golden instruments polished until gleaming, poems scrawled on walls in marker pen, bandages carefully wrapped over wounds

Artemis

feather-tipped arrows, flowers and leaves braided into a wreath, deer drinking from a brook in the forest, moonlight shining through the evergreen branches of tall trees

Ares

bandages over bruised and scratched knuckles, flaming molotovs soaring through the air, crossed swords mounted on old walls, fading scars that stretch across shoulder blades

Athena

books with creased spines and dog-eared pages, owls with thick feathers and wide eyes, ornate swords and shields from ancient eras long forgotten, sharp eyes full of wisdom and knowledge

Dionysos

limbs tangled in red velvet sheets, wild and uncontrolled laughter, garlands of ivy and purple flowers, red wine spilling over the glass, kissing the lips of marble statues

Hephaestos

gears that fit together like puzzle pieces, the soft crackling of a fire, palms stained with oil and soot, the methodic clanking of iron hitting iron, gifts of handmade jewellery

Hermes

shoes worn through from walking, antique maps and globes and golden compasses, a messenger bag filled with letters and parcels, sly smiles and deft hands

Hestia

warm clean sheets, a small vase of flowers on the windowsill, warming your hands near the fireplace, cups of tea and home-baked fairycakes

when u first read the secret history it’s like oh, what an elegant and deep piece of literature. and then ur like…………bunny steals a frozen cheesecake from someone on financial aid. charles gets high and kills a bee at the funeral of his friend, who he helped to murder. henry didn’t know that people landed on the moon. richard thinks he’s straight. francis is hesitant that their alibi is going to the theater because he doesn’t want people to think he went to see such terrible movies. “and as we leave donne and walton on the shores of metahemeralism, we wave a fond farewell to those famous chums of yore.“ what the hell is going on in this book

tumblr: that thing you like is Problematic and you should feel bad for liking it

me, an adult capable of critical thinking and criticizing things while still wholeheartedly enjoying them: please get out of my living room

Me: *wants to get over a book*

Also Me: *rereads favorite scenes over and over, tracks the tag, reblog everything to do with the book*

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Shakespeare Gothic

You were born on a ship at sea. No one survived the wreck but you. Or so you’ve been told. 

Your father has been dead for months, and your mother has remarried. He still comes to dinner every night and sits in his usual chair. Nobody can see him but you.

Your last lover disappeared. They told you she died, but they never let you see the body. The statue in the churchyard looks just like her.

Your pale white hands are stained with red. You wash them and wash them and wash them, but they will never be clean.

You find an infant abandoned on the beach. Your country does not have a coastline. You do not know where this ocean or this infant came from, and you do not ask.

The owls and ravens shriek wordlessly in the night, but you ignore their warnings. They are always shrieking about something.

You visit a faraway city where you have never been before. Everyone there knows your name.

You wake up alone in the woods. You have no memory of how you got there. You hear fey fairy laughter and someone singing in the darkness. You feel woozy, as if you’ve been drugged.

A girl you loved once tries to return your letters, even though you never wrote her any. Clearly she belongs in a convent. You burst into her bedroom half-dressed to tell her so.

You are invited to a ball and you go, despite the strange feeling that Death will find you if you do. You wear a mask. Death is not fooled.

Your young cousins went to visit their uncle last month. He says they never arrived, but you saw them playing in the garden. Nobody else has seen them since.

It is time for you to be married, but first your suitors must answer a riddle. If they guess wrongly, they die. Your love cannot save them. 

There is a storm on the heath. You do not know what a heath is, and you do not care. You are mad. You are naked. You are dancing in the rain. The storm never ends.