mori-esque:

sanerontheinside:

jumpingjacktrash:

roachpatrol:

cicutadouglasii:

cicutadouglasii:

yknow the more jk rowlings world falls apart in america (race relations, international history, population, etc) the more i like to think that america just straight up doesnt have the statute of secrecy. european countries are falling over themselves hiding magic but come to georgia and theres a drunk redneck wizard wingardium leviosa-ing the shit out of a tractor to the delight of his drunk redneck muggle buddies in a walmart parking lot.

wizard on muggle violence is prevented by virtue of there being like a 50/50 chance that muggle is packing heat. muggle on wizard violence is prevented by knowing that wizard can give you boils spelling LIL BITCH on your forehead if you try to start something.

america is the weird redheaded stepchild of the magic world.

im not gonna stop reblogging this until this is the next Hot Fanon

english muggles come back to england and suspicious wizards meet them at the airport. 

‘did you witness any strange or inexplicable acts while you were in america?’ they demand. 

the english muggles just laugh in their dumb fucking faces. mate, it’s america. 

what’s the difference between a werewolf and an animagus?

english wizard: *two hour lecture on legal history*

american wizard: six beers

The coastal crowd is a bit more subtle, sure, but it’s not like anyone can tell tbh. Weirdness is just part of the deal.

How the fuck did we fit so many people in Jersey? They have room for farmland and cities and abandoned factories and train stations - fucking how? Nobody really knows how it’s even possible, but we’re kinda guessing there’s some funny expansion charm on the land.

New England? Puh-lease. Witching is so ingrained in the history nobody can tell the difference anyway. Maine is just outright weird. We’re still not sure how to class moose - magical beasts or otherwise - but everyone agrees on ‘fuck no’.

The highways out in the middle of nowhere look so much the same the miles fold in on each other. Long-distance travel is made up of empty, interspersed with liminal spaces. If it weren’t for the fact that they were there for the sake of our bladders, our gas tanks, and our sanity, we might actually stop to ask perfectly reasonable questions, like why do rest areas move and who the fuck decided that was a good idea?

And did you really think it was a coincidence the Devil went down specifically to Georgia? Nah. Nobody could even tell it was The Devil down South.

Have you ever been to Ohio? There’s got to be a misdirection hex or something on the whole damn state- you get in, but it takes at least three times the amount of time it should to get back out. And don’t even get me started on cryptids; the famous debacle with Loch Ness has got nothing on the US

(Source: chilledmilk)