every single time i tell people i plan on living in a haunted lighthouse and need a plan to afford a historical building like that, every single person, including my Mom, says “you could just build a new one and kill someone in it” and that’s why im never attending any of my friends’ housewarming parties
yes i’m a fucking mess okay, my grandma just died, i recently broke up with my girlfriend, my seasonal depression is back in full force, my migraines are terrible, and i’m never fucking hungry anymore and i’ve lost too much fucking weight, my job moved locations and i have fewer hours than i realistically need to do well for myself, ALSO I HAVE INSOMNIA so please just be kind to me
what’s the betting that potterwatch was just a radio project lee jordan was doing in his spare time and never actually stopped after the war
“Harry Potter was spotted at the local farmers market today, good choices in produce Harry! Gotta love the organics”
he’s the only reporter harry will talk to other than giving official statements when he has to as an auror
“I’m speaking to Harry Potter today after the long-awaited conclusion of the trial of quadruple murderer Waldorfus Grenoble. Harry, may I ask you a question regarding the trial?”
“Sure, Lee, I have to be back at work in ten but give it a go.”
“What is in the curry you had for lunch yesterday during the recess? It smelled fantastic and I have to know.”
“Thanks for asking, Lee. I’ve recently come across a book of my great-grandmother Priyanka’s notes on her Punjabi cooking and I’ve been trying to recreate her food. I liked that one but Ginny said it was too sweet so I’m making adjustments.”
“Fantastic. Great stuff. Next up we have an update on You-Know-Who’s whereabouts. Not Voldemort obviously– he’s six feet under, it’s been around 2500 days now and he’s still going strong, no sign of him being not dead any time soon.”
“You’re correct, Lee, he’s dead as a doornail and he’s going to stay that way. You do realize you don’t need to refer to your infant daughter as ‘You-Know-Who,’ right?”
“Sophie starts screaming if either of her dads talks about her and we don’t know why. Any suggestions, and any idea where she is now?”
“Oliver was walking her up and down the hallway outside the World Cup Regulatory Office last I saw her. As for the screaming, with James we gave him the miniature dragon from the Triwizard in ‘94 and that entertained him pretty well.”
“You heard it here first folks, Harry Potter thinks dragons are an appropriate substitute for pacifiers! Thanks for your time, Harry.”
“Any time, Lee.”
“Next week’s password is anything that will make our six-month-old go to sleep for longer than four hours. Signing off, this has been Potterwatch with River and the man himself, Harry Potter.”
“Draw me a kingdom
where I am not the only woman with a monumental heart. Where I meet other women eaten by their temper. Women who don’t write poetry
anymore, who cut their hair shorter,
and closed their legs together.
I am not the only kind woman;
women with souls like doves,
women with tired hands, women with half sold minds. I know such women,
I can be such a woman. I know it is a cliche to cry in the shower but we did. Give me women
in my kingdom,
I want to hear their moans,
I want to heal their wounds.
Lovely women,
intellectual women,
hurt women,
half loved women, sacrificed women. I know brilliant women,
the softest of women and the toughest. Draw me a kingdom with all these women and keep them coming. Amen.”
— Women from The Immigration Series by Royla Asghar
We all are stardust 