he’s a keeper
I have reblogged this SO many times
earlier this year 2 boys got expelled from my school for going on a teachers email and sending another teacher an email that says “you’re a disgusting little man” and i laugh about it all the time because imagine opening an email from your coworker and thinking it’s important and then it says that
let us have a moment of silence for those who unknowingly dated and broke up with a future celebrity
when you write a sentence and it rhymes
why does the picture make perfect sense
“You’re a Potter –“
“How insightful, Father.”
“Don’t sass me, James. Put that book down I’m trying to have a discussion with you.”
James rolled his eyes, and closed the book he was reading – something Lily had recommended he read before they parted prior to the Christmas break – he tucked it into the back pocket of his trousers and from his position by the window, he moved back towards his fathers desk, slumping down in the chair opposite the older Potter, “I’ll stop sassing you, if you stop being a pretentious git.”
“All I’m saying is that you have a reputation to live up to.”
“And what makes you think I’m not living up to that reputation?”
His father raised an eyebrow at him, as he sipped at the amber liquid in his glass. They were seated in his fathers’ den; the bookshelves filled with old, dusty leather books high around them, as his father sipped from a crystal glass. Charlus Potter was an important man; he wore a suit every day of his life, and always smelt of expensive cologne and cigars. The hundred year old, stained oak desk sat between them, the room and his father usually made him feel small, sometimes even uncomfortable. It was something about the leather high back chair, that made his father seem so important, so respected, that James never dared question his authority. Until now.
“You will take the job at the Ministry, James. You will finish school, and you will join me at the office.”
“No.” James said simply, defiantly staring his father in the eyes.
“You don’t understand what I went through to get you that job.”
“I didn’t ask you to get me that job.”
“What are you going to do with your life then, James?”
His father scoffed, “Really?”
James’ hands balled into fists, swallowing thickly, he asked fiercely, “You don’t believe that I can do it, do you?”
“I don’t believe that you can’t. You’re a Potter. You could do whatever you want. I merely think that your talents could be better invested.”
“In what? In an office job? End up like you, pushing paper behind a desk everyday for the rest of my life?”
“Why would ending up like me be such a bad thing, James?”
“I don’t want to end up like you, Dad. I want to see my kids, I want to have time for my family-“
“I worked to give you everything, James! You’ve had everything you could have ever wanted. What more could we have given you?”
“But I didn’t want it! I wanted to see my parents. I didn’t give a shit about new toys, or clothes, or games. I wanted to not wake up in the morning every day of the summer, every summer, to an empty house. I would have been happy with having nothing, if you and Mum had been around more.” He said, staring his father in the eye as he stood up out of his chair, his hands on the desk in front of him as he leant towards Charlus, “It’s not that I don’t appreciate how hard you’ve worked. Just don’t preach to me about it all being for me. Because it wasn’t.”
“So, what? You’re just going to waste all your talent on a whim and play quidditch for a living?”
“If you knew me at all, Dad. You would know that it’s not a whim. It’s what I want, it’s what I’ve always wanted.” He said, scowling down at the man before him, his hands in fists and his heart racing.
“Potter’s don’t just-“
“I’m getting really tired of you throwing the family name back in my face. It’s just a name. Potter, Black, Lupin, Pettigrew, Evans. They’re just names. What do they matter?” He said, his blood was boiling now; there was too much emphasis on title in this bloody world and he was sick of it.
“Evans? As in Lily? The girl from the train station?”
James’ stomach churned, he’d said it out loud, without meaning to. He’d included her into his rant, without meaning to. He’d brought her up, to his father, without meaning to.
“You’re serious about this girl, aren’t you?”
“Why does it matter? You’re just going to tell me that I’m a Potter, and that I need to find someone else, someone suitable to my reputation.” He spat, ready to either hit his father, or storm out.
“Not at all. I think the two of you are a perfect match.”
“She keeps you in line yet she still challenges you. She’s bright, and from what I hear, one hell of a witch. Why would I tell you to find someone else?” his father frowned, James’ jaw almost dropped to the ground as he stuttered quietly,
“B-but – I mean, you know she’s muggleborn, right?”
“I am aware of that, yes. But if you love her, that’s all that matters to us.”
“You’ve just spent the last hour having a row with me about my potential, about my responsibility as a Potter, yet when it comes to keeping the blood line going – you’re only concerned about my happiness?”
“James, all we’ve ever cared about is your happiness. Maybe we went the wrong way about it on a few matters, but when it comes down to it; you’re the only thing we care about in this world.”
James frowned slightly, but he couldn’t help but smile, “You’re a confusing old git, you know that?”
His father smirked back at him, taking another sip of from his glass before he said calmly, “I’m a Potter.”
#she terrifies men because she forces them into their true shapes #she is the sea there is no room for pretense in her #she will not allow anyone to render her less than what she is #she will not allow others to be anything than what they are #barbossa is a corpse and davy jones is nothing more than shell and bone and ruin dredged up from the ocean floor #’calypso’ is greek for ‘to conceal to hide’ and that is her root#she is the truth waiting to devour you from beneath
I’ve been waiting to see Calypso on my dash.
"I’m sorry. I’m no leader."
"Yes you are. If you will have me Castiel, I will follow you and I am not the only one.”
that blush and smile at the last gif ASDFASDFGHJKL