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Thinking about the fact that Remus spent half his life loving Sirius and the other half waiting for him.

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there's something so fascinating about the physicality of Hotch. he's tall, strongly built, and he uses that, he's commanding. he's loud, his voice carries well, but he's rarely violent. he's a clean shot, he's steady. that drops when he's not in charge of a situation. his voice gets the softest of anyone on the team. he moves stiltedly. stands awkwardly, like he's trying to shrink - he makes himself look smaller. he fidgets but it's isolated to areas of his body, the rest of him freezes. when he loses control he tears down to bone. screaming in the face of fire, beating Foyet to death. inherent violence tamped down and down. and you know it's there, when he's physically commanding, but it's not far away even when he's not.

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"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's James thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because no one knew about their relationship

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Sirius thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he's supposed to hate him, even though he doesn't

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Pandora thinking she's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping her sadness a secret because the world hated her best friend, but she never stopped loving him

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Barty thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he hasn't been able to speak a word since Evan died last spring

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Anyone else really like pairing part of the Weasley family with a foreign muggle reader? I love the idea of Arthur getting to know more muggle things from all over the world than just England. Becoming his favorite of the in laws because you indulge him.

Taking him to a sports games or a trip to your home country for fun? Come on! Everyone else rolls their eyes at his questions, but you happily share your culture and love the chance to teach him.

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My Spotify Wrapped

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𖥻 THEODORE NOTT is a wizard with italian roots, dead eyes, loyalty, dead mum, arsehole father, trauma, scars, nicotine addiction, the sweetest smile, warm hands, hate for quidditch, passion for muggle studies, admirable potions skills, fascination with runes, grey eyes, cheek dimples, sleeper build, pet snake, bisexual tendencies, fluency in at least 3 languages, O's in (almost) all his exams, a secret dream of becoming a healer, quiet personality, loud laugh, secretly romantic daydreams.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - When Y/N spots Theodore Nott with his hair styled differently, she can't help but comment. But as she teases him, she discovers more than she expected about his efforts to impress someone. Her playful gesture may change everything between them. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - This was inspired by a line in Stay away from the Hollands 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

It was just another busy day at Hogwarts, the halls crowded with students making their way to their next classes. Y/N was walking in her usual hurried fashion, eyes scanning the surroundings, when she spotted him—Theodore Nott.

She had never really paid much attention to him before, but today… something was different. As she squinted at him, her footsteps slowing down, she couldn’t quite place it. His usual messy hair—those light brown locks that fell in every direction like he had just rolled out of bed—was gone. In its place, his hair was parted neatly down the middle, an inch or two of separation, each strand laying flat in an orderly fashion. It wasn’t tangled at all.

Y/N frowned, her curiosity piqued as she approached him. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something felt off.

"Your… hair?" she asked, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes as she looked at him.

Theo stopped mid-step, glancing at her as his cheeks flushed slightly. "What’s wrong with it?" he asked, his voice a little defensive.

Y/N stepped closer, inspecting him carefully. Her eyes wandered from his hair to his face and back again. Something about it looked… too neat, too perfect for him.

"You look like Leonardo DiCaprio," she started, causing Theo to flash a small grin, his chest puffing out ever so slightly, thinking she was about to compliment him.

"...if he was a serial killer."

The grin on Theo’s face faltered, and his brows furrowed in confusion. His cheeks reddened further, his smile dropping entirely. He looked offended, and Y/N almost chuckled at the sight. The idea that she had compared him to someone like that clearly wasn’t what he had been hoping for.

She stepped even closer, her hands raised like she was about to inspect his hair, her eyes narrowing with a playful smirk. "You brushed it," she said accusingly, her fingers inching toward his head.

Theo’s eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly. "No," he mumbled, the lie almost too obvious to be believable.

Y/N tilted her head, narrowing her gaze. "Yes, you did." She placed her hand gently on his hair and began to muss it up, pushing it back into its usual wild, unruly shape. She could feel it was soft, freshly washed, almost like a blanket.

She paused, sniffing the air. Vanilla. Vanilla? She raised an eyebrow, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she realized it wasn’t just brushed—he had put some effort into it.

She finished messing it up, watching his waves return to their natural state, the tousled hair falling perfectly into place. "There," she huffed, stepping back to admire her work.

Theo stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to do. She had just touched him, ruffled his hair, and his heart was racing in a way he couldn’t control. His throat went dry as he realized she had spoken to him again.

"Perdono? What did you say?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/N huffed, trying to act nonchalant, though she could feel the heat rising in her own cheeks. "I said, don’t do that again, Theo."

He blinked, stepping back slightly, his eyes searching the space between them as if he hadn’t quite processed what had just happened. "Brush my hair?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

Y/N rolled her eyes, the moment feeling even more awkward than before. She wanted to say more, to tell him that he didn’t need to change a thing about himself. She wanted to tell him that his natural look was perfectly fine, that he didn’t need to brush his hair for anyone else—especially not for some girl who was clearly blind to how great he was already.

But instead, she simply sighed. "Yeah, that."

She wanted to reach out again and fix it, tell him it was fine the way it was. But she didn’t, stepping back instead to give him some space.

Theo, still frozen in place, was now completely lost in thought. Y/N had touched him. She had touched him, his hair, and he couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his head.

It didn’t help that she had been right all along. He had, in fact, styled his hair that morning to impress someone. Only, it turned out, that someone hadn’t been who he thought it was.

For some reason, though, he didn’t mind.

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Life sucks knowing you’ll never find that one fic u lost

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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Someone: *Insults Bridget* I don't mean to offend, of course.

Bridget: I'm the Queen of Eldorra. I couldn't possibly be offended by someone like you.

Rhys, rolling up his sleeves: Well, I'm about to commit a felony.

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Stella (worried) : Please don't do it!

Ava (annoyed): Josh don't be a fool! He'll kill you.

Jules (excited as hell) : Don't be a coward. Do it!

Rhys (smiling wide): Go ahead, Do it!

Bridget (glaring at Rhys): Not nice Rhys.

Josh (with a wicked gleam in his eyes): About to slap a sleeping Christan

Alex (on the edge of his seat): I'll pay you. Do it!

Josh five seconds later,

Hiding behind Stella and calling Christan every name while he runs after him with a gun in his hand

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Ava: Alex, I'm sad.

Alex: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Josh: Jules, I'm sad.

Jules, nodding: mood.

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Rhys: Christian, we want you to be the godfather to our baby.

Christian: You know, I'm not really a kid person...

Bridget: You don't have to be the godfather if you don't-

Christian: No, that's my godchild. Back off!!!

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Jules: Don't you just hate men sometimes? They can be so useless!

Ava: Right? They're terrible!

Stella: 100%

Bridget: Definitely.

Alex, Josh and Christian:

Rhys:

Bridget: Not you Rhys, you're perfect!

The other girls: Honestly, he is!

Alex, Josh and Christian: Wh-