Mischief Managed

So I feel weird posting things like this on Tumblr but basically @brazenlybrazen and I started a podcast and in our third ep we talk about what shipping is like for me as an aro-ace person and we talk about Fitzsimmons and Jily and all sorts of fun stuff? So? If you’re interested?

me watching chopped:

Hinny in Scarlett

intercepted communication harry potter || jily || pg || ~1900 words “i use morse code to talk to my friend during class but it turns out you know morse code too and now you know that i think you have a cute butt” au

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a cute butt must be aware of its effect on susceptible young ladies and be a complete and utter prat about it.

Thankfully, said single man did not know that Lily Evans was a susceptible young lady, nor that she was in the possession of the opinion that his butt was cute, therefore he simply ignored her existence.

(Although she wasn’t quite sure whether or not this was actually a winning situation.)

She had her best friend to thank for the arrangement they had agreed upon, and also Emily Jenkins, the poor soul who had crossed Professor Barnes in Comparative Literature 101 on that fateful Tuesday morning. It had really been unfair on the poor girl, but Barnes had felt the need to make an example out of someone and the unfortunate Miss Jenkins was that example. Everyone in that class now knew not to pass notes to one another, not unless you wanted to play a tertiary institution version of Keep Away with the Professor and your notes paper, and not unless you wanted to run the risk of the Professor reading the contents of said paper aloud to the entire cohort.

(Poor Emily.)

So Marlene, beloved Marlene, had come up with the scheme of passing notes without the passing of notes. Ingenious.

Yes, Lily had been confused at first, too.

She had not initially been keen on learning the antiquated Morse code just so she could communicate with her friend during the one hour of the day in which they were not permitted to speak to one another.

That was, until she saw James Potter.

James Potter and his stupid, cute butt.

Curse him.

Shark skin feels exactly like sandpaper. It is made up of tiny teeth-like structures called placoid scales, also known as dermal denticles. These scales point towards the tail and help to reduce friction from surrounding water when the shark swims. … In the opposite direction, it feels very rough like sandpaper.

you would not believe this song has been here for quite so long and that tomorrow’s its date of birth

Intelligence comes in different forms, not being academically excellent didn’t mean that Ron was dumb. It’s quite a narrow-minded mindset to have anyway.