It never ceases to amaze me how fucked up people are when it comes to sex. Calling your bf “daddy”? Gross. People with foot fetishes? Vomit. And don’t even get me started on furries. If you don’t know what that is, look it up. Or don’t. You might live a better life not knowing, tbh. Personally, I’m more of a nice lingerie girl. Is it just a lacy getup that costs way too much, is uncomfortable af, and only stays on for two minutes? Sure. But I look like a hot sex goddess and you can’t put a price on that. Well now, the two worlds are colliding with something no one fucking asked for: Harry Potter lingerie. Ugh, can we just not?
Look, I love a Freeform Harry Potter marathon weekend as much as the next person. But are you fucking kidding me rn? It takes a little more than a magic wand and “stupefy” to get me off. Just sayin. The lingerie is in Gryffindor colors (and none for Slytherin, bye) and has high waisted bloomers, a lace high-neck top, suspenders and a tie WITH A COLLAR. It’s all about as sexy as my 2am Papa John’s binge sessions. And like, why? Can’t we all just enjoy a dorky childhood movie about wizards without turning it into a creepy sex thing? No? Anyone?
^In related news, I would like to organize a search party for this model’s nipples.
This Harry Potter lingerie crap also begs the question of what’s next? Barney? Arthur? The fucking Teletubbies? It’s like nothing is sacred anymore. Anyway, I don’t really care if you like being called Hermione and being bedded by a deadly basilisk. But just know you’re weird af.
