It’s the year 2030. They’re making a Harry Potter remake, not a modern adaptation but set in the original era. And it’s fucking indulgent in 90s nostalgia. Someone’s got a butterfly clip, Ron is wearing a choker, there’s muggles playing with pogs, Spice Girls is playing in the background. Voldemort is wearing a crop top.
It’s simultaneously the worst and fucking best thing you’ve ever seen.
sometimes if i’m having a quiet drink i’ll think about those bartenders that spin and throw the bottles about for thirty minutes just to make a jack and coke and every time i catch myself thinking ‘how hard can it be…?’ and have to use every once of my willpower to stop myself from hurling a bottle of open rosé into the air because i know damn well i barely have the dexterity necessary to open a jam jar without injury nevermind anything else
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