#the witch bitch

[fiasco95]

Barty, barging into the Gryffindor common room: What’s up losers!

Sirius: Wh—

Barty: I actually don’t care, don’t answer that!

Remus: That—

Barty: Anywhoo! Am just here to collect my bitches!

James: Hey—!

Barty, looking at Pandora & Dorcas: Respectfully.

Barty, turning to Regulus: Disrespectfully.

Marauders & Friends:

Barty: Alright, great talk! Let’s go bitches!

Pandora, Regulus & Dorcas kissing their respective partners and following Barty out of the common room.

Marlene: …What the fuck just happened?

Lily: No fucking clue.

[opheliadae]

I enjoy romantic walks around the local cemetery

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[linusbenjamin]

#agatha harkness serving right before she's running a scam to steal other witches’ powers

[sapphicqueen]

Bitches don't want money, they want the Practical Magic house

[myrtles-and-blood]

Discovering that stuff in your life aligns a lot with correspondences of the deities your worship is so weird and comforting at the same time.

Like, you've been there all my life and you didn't tell me you sneaky bitch, I love you.

[rexasaurus1]

So real.

[rosalie-starfall]

Agatha All Along

Agatha & Rio

If I Can't Reach You / Let My Song Teach You

[fear-ne]

bells hells chaos, volume 5: witchy bitch edition

[axydoesstuff]

my take on the latest trend

[usikunox]

Oh to be an extraterrestrial being of immense power, summoned from your home on a whim to unlock a door for 3 random witches on some midnight excursion 😌

[witchkingfromthe1600s]

EVELYN DESIGN YEAAA

[leafspiritz]

she’s spooky beautiful !!

[veguinsky]

Grandma knows best ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡

WebToon: "Walpurgis Night ☾"

[clar-a-m]

we'll see them again this week <3

[its-your-mind]

Bell’s Hells as textposts 43/???

[tending-the-hearth]

a version of chronicles of narnia where those closest to the kings and queens get put into a sleep when the pevensies are brought back to their world, from which they're awoken only when their beloved four rules return, something à la sleeping beauty.

so the pevensie siblings return to narnia, and logically, it's been thousands of years. their closest friends, those they viewed as family, are, to their knowledge, dead, and they are completely alone now.

until peter and caspian encounter each other in the woods, and are about to get into their fight. it's the moment where peter's back is turned, and caspian has his word raised. lucy is screaming, tears in her eyes, susan and edmund are too far away to do anything, and there's a moment of chaos before caspian's strike is blocked by a larger, longer sword.

oreius, completely disgruntled and still very out of the loop, but only focusing on the fact that his king, his friend, his son, is in danger, glares daggers at caspian, not looking away for a second, even as tumnus gathers a now-relieved, sobbing lucy up in a tight hug, and edmund and susan shriek with joy upon seeing the beavers and mr. fox.

and any feeling of tension or fear immediately seeps out of peter, who drops the rock he had picked up, and stumbles to his feet and to oreius' side, being able to lean on the centaur for the first time in a year, and not have to worry about his safety or his siblings' safety. and oreius, without taking his eyes off of caspian and his followers, just puts an arm around peter.

and caspian remembers. he remembers the stories of the high kings and queens of narnia, and their beloved inner circle, and the absolutely terrifying centaur who called them sons and daughters of his heart, and he can't quite help but think about how utterly fucked he is.