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Anonymous asked:
Why the fuck are you 30+ on tumblr
scene before movie climax:
protagonist: So who’s with me?
*5 seconds of silence*
the stoic one: *looks up* im in
4 people one after the other: me to
*after everyone else has joined we see The Edgy One standing in the back*
*2 more seconds of silence*
The Edgy One: *chortles* we’re all gonna die… what the hell, im in
My favorite movie.
this will be magic the gathering in 2028
color-ns asked:
Just read the first chapter of your southern HP fic and I LOVE it! Can’t wait to see what you have in mind for it next chapter (if you’re planning one I hope you are it’s great so far)
Thank you so much! I’m glad you like it and I hope to continue and impress!
indecisivevices asked:
Just read the first chapter of your southern harry potter fic (LOVE IT) and it's making me think what AU harry would think of the flying ford angila from chamber of secrets XD
Hopefully we’ll see i do have a vague idea what I want lol
Summary:
As far as Harry Collins knew he was born and raised in Texas. His father and mother love him to bits, stern but fair. He has a best friend named Jayce.
Then he learns he’s a wizard, and considering all the strange things that happens to him, he’s not too surprised.
He is surprised, however, when he gets to his school in question and within the first hour he’s sitting in the headmaster’s office, the woman pacing up and down while frantically trying to get into contact with someone via the fireplace a man named ‘Albus’ what an odd name…
-OR-
Harry was abandoned in America at a young age, and now his whole life isn’t just a lie, he’s forced to go to this school all the way across the pond. A real fish out of water he is.
Yet, despite everything being different, almost nothing is at the same time. Almost.
Snippet!:
Ricky moved some of his own light brown hair out of his eyes and Harry watched this. “Say pop,” The boy started as he thought about his own hair versus his parents. “I’ve been wonderin’ see, we’ve been learnin’ about genetics and Punnett squares in school the other day. You have brown hair, and Momma has blonde hair, why do I have black hair?” Harry asked as he pointed to himself.
“Mmm?” Ricky grunted and looked at Harry briefly before looking at the road. “Oh that? You get that from my Grandpop. He had thick black hair, it just skipped a generation.”
“Oh! And…my eyes? Neither you nor Momma wear glasses.”
“You writin’ a book?” Ricky laughed.
Harry puffed out his chest. “Maybe I am.”
There was another laugh and reached over where he pulled Harry into a hug. “Also from my Grandpop.”
Everyone, take a break from doomscrolling and politics to look at my favorite photos of my goofy cat!
His name is (Buttermilk) Biscuit
Anonymous asked:
Omg I just saw your post about Southern Harry Potter and I am in love with the concept! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE share your ao3 or link the story when you are done I need to read this.
Lol I will! Its in the works right now so I’ll post when its ready!
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