Lily Evans, Who Everyone Piles The Highest Expectations Upon, And Barty Crouch Jr, Who Everyone Expects

Evan Rosier being the most ethereal boy at Hogwarts and being still objectified, despite his strong and peculiar reputation, to the point he considers himself a doll cause no one ever seemed to treat him otherwise.

Not even seeing a problem in that, not caring and seeing no wrong in that perception of himself until he realises that Barty is different.

Barty Crouch Jr loves his worst and most flawed features. He loves the imperfections and the mess. He is truly obsessed with who he is.

And Evan falls in the most brutal way for him even more.

And they live happily ever after.

15.07 UTC+3

You wake up in the air.

You wake up on the last row.

You wake up with an ebook in your hand.

In general, you feel this trip like a distant memory. Separated from you. Even though its hard to recall the conditions so good if you have never experienced them. Wide aisles. Two-courses lunch. Indian half of the plane. Transit. Knees don't abut. Food on specific plates. Metall silverware.

3 hours 15 minutes left. 76% of the phone charge. The stewardess puts a glass of coxe on the table. Not a "cup", but a "glass". We took off two-minutes-to-hour ago.

Look back on the page of Fight Club just to see that the guy's flat exploded during the lunch. Book's in Englsih. As if I'm not fed up with the language after my school year. As if I'm not sick of it. Nervous nausea starts to lighten for the first time in four days.

You wake up on the ground.

You wake up in your bad.

You wake up with knot of hysteria in your stomach

Dad's watching second volume of Deadpool one seat aside from me. Outside it's -52.5° Celsius. I haven't learnt all the Fahrenheit, feet, pounds and value added for goods, which, depending on the state, ranges from 10 to 15 per cent of the price indicated on the price tag (excluding essential products and food in general). Mother's watching a something with Kate Blanchett. After all everything I've heard involuntarily about this actress I got sick after one mention of her.

I haven't slept well since the beginning of the exam week. It's 16 nights. I wake up every threeto four hours and can't calm myself for a long time. Critically insufficient for an organism in stress. Two hours fifty-eight minutes left till the first landing. "The duration of the flight is 4 hours 10 minutes". The Transatlantic twice longer. Girl in front of me is watching "Frozen 2" on Turkish with English subtitles. I worry about Elsa.

You wake up in a liminal space with no time or geotag.

It's 5 am in LA. Means that it's past eight at Godmother's. Good morning, you sleeping beauty! Screen in front of me shows that right now, 15.25 UTC+3, Mecca is on the left if one needs to address. Sore eyes -- adding the on-board-one, there were about five hours if sleep.

You fall asleep in the air.

You fall asleep on the last row.

You fall asleep with an ebook in your hand.

alright somebody add the ‘you can excuse racism?’ meme

I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

no more marvel. no more booktok books with the same cover. no more poetry collections that are written solely for the quotes to circulate online. no more songs written with the intention of going viral. please i’m begging.

women be downloading pdfs

just finished reading american psycho. crazy stuff.

thinking about anti-role models. people you look at like "well whatever i'm gonna be in life it's not gonna be that"