AN: AU where only Lily and Harry died that night in Godric’s Hollow. So, y’know, bit of a downer. This is for myjilyromance, who gave me the song prompt ‘Night Terrors’ by Wild Sweet Orange. I’ve never heard of the song before, but it’s beautiful and I tried my best to relate this to it both lyric and ambience-wise. I don’t think I succeeded with that much, but I hope you like it! Xx
The house is small. He realizes that now.
Not enough places to hide, not many places to go to when on some morning you wake up and realize you just hate the second floor landing. You hate your room. You hate that small nondescript corner behind the open bedroom door.
He wakes up and rolls over to his side, the world blurry and small and trapped in dusty window panes. Insignificant. Uninteresting.
He closes his eyes, pretends she’s wrapping an arm around him and whispering good morning.
It’s noon and his glasses are still on the bedside table, fogged up and untouched.
senior year baby!
(sidenote: the guy who took these is a friend of mine and he is also a guy that took a before/after picture of literally every single thing he consumed in a year.
hey hey hey
do you guys want to see some senior pictures?
Guide To Torturing Someone
Below the cut is a guide to the art of torture for anyone playing a character who needs or wants to torture another, or anyone who’s simply interested. I, in no way, condone the replication of anything in this post in real life. This is exclusively for writing purposes. Do not try at home.
the oscars was like one of those weird dreams that you tell people about like
"i had a dream where ellen hosted the oscars and she bought everyone pizza and then dressed up as the good witch and then took selfies with meryl streep brad pitt and jared leto"