a minecraft thunderstorm just scared the crap out of me I literally haven’t jumped that bad in months holy shit
For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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You know what makes me emotional?
Thinking of Ashalle pulling little, crying Mahariel into her lap, rubbing a hand along their back, rocking back and forth.
Thinking of her soft voice drifting through out their aravel, causing the entire clan to fall into silence so they can catch every word.
Thinking of little Mahariel no longer crying, sleeping peacefully in her arms, their bad dreams and tension all forgotten.
Thinking of Ashalle crying alone in their aravel because she’ll never have kids, and Mahariel will never have a mother, and she’s just so grateful to the creators for bringing her this wonderful child to take care of.
Ron helping Harry calm down after a panic attack because he thought his scar hurt when it was just a normal headache
Ron learning how to use the telephone properly so Harry could call him if he woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare
Ron quickly making a joke and changing the topic when a conversation became obviously uncomfortable for Harry.
Ron telling the reporters to piss off when they tried to crowd around Harry.
Ron actually being the best friend Harry could ever have asked for.
So we know it’s JK’s headcanon that Dudley has a magical child, right? Imagine his kid starting to show signs of magic and Dudley remembering all the odd things that used to happen around Harry. Imagine his kid coming home from Hogwarts and being all, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME UNCLE HARRY WAS FAMOUS?” Imagine Dudley reading up on Harry and finding out about all the stuff he did and all the things that happened to him and struggling to grasp how his scrawny, speccy cousin saved the wizarding world. Imagine Dudley, white-faced with terror at his first big family get-together with Harry, Hermione and all the remaining Weasleys. Imagine Mrs Weasley being decidedly cool towards him until he eats fifth helpings of everything she cooks and telling her that she’s the best cook he’s ever met. Imagine Dudley meeting Fleur. Imagine the others embarrassing Harry by telling Dudley stories about him. Imagine Dudley and Harry going down the pub together for beers. Imagine Harry still calling him Big D. Imagine Dudley cheerfully never dieting ever again and being fat and happy forever THE END.