The real shit.

“A j-joke?” he whispered. “Here’s one: Th-there were three Slytherins…Three f-fucked up Slytherins. The first f-fell in love with…with the Gryffindor’s P-Princess and became g-good. The second fell in l-love with Ravenclaw’s An-Angel and became good, t-too. The third…the third did…n-nothing…b-but…but he tried…” (x)

you know the one song i cannot deal with at all? in terms of feels and never-ending e m o t i o n s??

angels on the moon.

thriving ivory.

I think the third The Mummy film was rubbish because she wasn’t in it. 

 #what third film? #i know of no third film #you have lost me

Replace the first letter of your name with W and change all vowels to E.

wetreck

wprel

weggee

wecteree

She’d heard James leave the common room that evening in a hurry. It wasn’t a new occurrence, but there was something bothering him tonight that she couldn’t figure out. Curiosity got the better of her, as well as the opportunity to scold him for wandering around the school after curfew, so she grabbed her jacket and followed. As he quickly headed outside, Lily kept a safe distance. The light of the moon allowed her to keep an eye on him, at least up until the point she tripped over a tree root and ended up sprawled on the grass. She blew the hair out of her eyes in frustration, quickly regained her footing and brushed herself off, frowning as she lost sight of him. She bit back a scream as a hand grabbed her arm and she was confronted with a shocked, and very angry, James Potter. “What the hell are you doing here?!” he demanded. “Well you can’t just disappear in the middle of the night and not expect me to follow!” she bit back in reply. He took a breath, clearly attempting to quell his anger, whilst his eyes flickered around at the surrounding area as if looking for someone, before coming to a rest again on hers; “It’s dangerous out here Evans, go back to the castle!” She had a million questions flitting through her mind, why he was so on edge for one, but she was most definitely not going back until she had some answers. “No! Just tell me wh-“ She was cut off upon the sound of a chilling howl, the noise causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. She quickly glanced up at the full moon and gasped as a wave of realisation hit her. Looking back at James didn’t help matters either when she noticed how his previous anger had been replaced by a look of blind panic. “Lily, you need to go!” he all but yelled, pushing her forcefully away towards the castle. Lily stared back at him, alarmed, “But what about you?” “Trust me I’ll be fine, just go!” he commanded, with a look that left no room to argue. She turned to follow his request but immediately stopped in her tracks. The sight that greeted her left her frozen in place as she was confronted with the towering form of a werewolf, teeth bared and looking straight at her. And then all hell broke loose.