#not1d

Nickname: Well, my name is Amy, so...hard to shorten that. Sometimes random long names.

Zodiac: libra

Height: 5′5

Last thing I googled: buche de noel recipes to see about making adjustments to my recipe since the grocery delivery sent me mozzarella and not marscapone.

Song stuck in my head: Today definitely Adore You because of the anniversary, but last night it was Good Things Fall Apart by Illenium and Jon Bellion, as well as a few different Brand New songs.

Number of followers: who knows

Amount of sleep: what is sleep? I haven’t slept since 2006.

Lucky number: I suppose 7 is what I’ve always gone with.

Favorite song: The Weight by The Band, the Words by Christina Perri, or Fine Line.

Favorite instrument: Probably guitar, piano,and cello. I play piano and drums.

Dream job: lol well I originally went to school for photojournalism so probably that, or my OG dream of astronaut. Technically I have my dream job in my chosen field, so there’s that.

Aesthetic: IDK in human form.

Favorite author: Jane Austen and Garth Nix

Favorite animal noise: i like a good tiger chuff or cat purr

read it on ao3:  here

by jamesp0tter 

“What did he do, Lily?” Remus asked, his voice still tinged with laughter.

She bit her lip in hesitance - she could easily make something up that he had done, but decided against it. Godric, what didn’t James do? Lily felt like telling them how he runs his hands through his hair every two seconds and messes it up even more than it already was, and how pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the knuckle of his index finger where he wears his family ring, and how he chews his quills and licks his lips afterwards and he talks with his hands when he’s explaining something and how they shouldn’t even get her started on how he rolls his jumper to his elbows or what his shoulders look like in his Quidditch jersey or how he lets his tie hang off his neck. But instead she dropped into the chair closest to her saying simply, “I hate him.”

Rainy day 🌧🌧🌧