The Surprise Party Is Hilarious

It’s Halloween and my dad just handed me a 2x mars bar.

I’m also wearing a sweater.

T^T

Glaring daggers at my bestie’s horrible ex bc he deserves it.

PLZ REBLOG

I personally think he’d:

Also be a werewolf.

Be killed by Fenrir Greyback on the same night Remus became a werewolf.

Not a werewolf and died because he accidentally walked in on Remus transforming at some point when they were kids.

Both 1&3, he died during a full moon as a child either because Remus accidentally scratched and killed him or he accidentally scratched himself so hard that he died. But no one knows for sure what happened that night.

Animagus who turns into a wolf or a very small dog.

I think him being named Romulus and dying tragically, especially if Remus accidentally killed him when they were kids, would be an interesting inversion of the Roman myth of the founding of Rome because Romulus is the one who kills Remus in the myth.

I just want to know the general consensus of the hypothetical

I think I’ve heard of one single fic where Effie and Fleamont were somehow worse than Walburga and Orion??? It wasn’t even like a reverse kinda situation where Walburga and Orion were good instead of Effie and Fleamont?????? I hope it was a wattpad fic

I love how in the marauders fandom we argue about absolutely everything except Euphemia and Fleamont Potter being great parents. We all have different opinions and headcanons but I have never once heard a bad word about those two. 

Oh and before you say we all agree on Walburga being terrible, I once read a oneshot where she was weirdly nice. It was one of the most unsettling things I’ve ever read. 

Don’t just leave this in the tags.

Also considering Jason grew up poor what if:

Jason: You know, I didn’t even know that shirts without blood stains or bullet holes existed until I was like seven, lol.

Tim, *horrified in grew up rich*: HUH?!

Jason: Hey I saw this shirt in a thrift shop and thought you'd like it.

Tim: There are bullet holes in it.

Jason: It's Gotham, just be grateful I got the bloodstains out.

Three is one of my favorite numbers so your age being ten of them is pretty damn amazing, on top of that being in your thirties means that half of your life will have gone by since the time when you had to fight tooth and nail to stay alive as a teenager.

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.