clalfin
"Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom, and wearing an Indiana Pacers jersey under his fleece, a wardrobe choice that seemed utterly out of character, although it did look quite good on him. He pushed himself up off the stoop, handed me the tulips, and asked, “Wanna go on a picnic?” I nodded, taking the flowers.”
the-5th-marauder
therevforev:

my-patronus-is-a-winchester:

tennants-hair:

NO, GOD DAMN IT, NO.
I WAS SETTLED WITH THE FACT THAT HIS EYES WERE GREEN. CANDY APPLE GREEN, FANFICTION GREEN, THE GREENEST GREEN TO EVER GREEN.
BUT THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, WAS IT? NOPE, NOW THEY’RE THE COLOUR OF OLD WHISKEY MATURED IN AN OAK BARREL. AND ALMOST PAINFULLY BEAUTIFUL.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR EYES, GOOD SIR.

arE WE NOT MENTIONING THE JAW THING OR

*dies*

therevforev:

my-patronus-is-a-winchester:

tennants-hair:

NO, GOD DAMN IT, NO.

I WAS SETTLED WITH THE FACT THAT HIS EYES WERE GREEN. CANDY APPLE GREEN, FANFICTION GREEN, THE GREENEST GREEN TO EVER GREEN.

BUT THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, WAS IT? NOPE, NOW THEY’RE THE COLOUR OF OLD WHISKEY MATURED IN AN OAK BARREL. AND ALMOST PAINFULLY BEAUTIFUL.

FUCK YOU AND YOUR EYES, GOOD SIR.

arE WE NOT MENTIONING THE JAW THING OR

*dies*