you can break my soul,
take my life away,
but for the love of god
don’t touch him.
I talk about this a lot when people ask me about my favorite films and things, and I try to be as honest as possible, but it is “The Goonies”. I did watch “The Goonies” a lot.
those moments when straight people assume you’re one of them and you feel like a gay secret agent
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon’s sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and — a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives — he didn’t belong to the library, so he’d never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive
Remus always has a hair tie on his person, so that whenever Sirius is flipping his hair out of his eyes an incessant amount Remus can shoot them at him until he puts his hair up.