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Draco: I did not pick him up early from preschool.
Harry: Scorpius, did daddy pick you up early from preschool?
Scorpius: No.
Draco: See? Case closed.
Scorpius: We didn't go.
Harry: Case open.
Scorpius: We went shopping.
Draco: All right, Scorpius.
Scorpius: We bought matchy hats.
Draco: You're going to your room.
Harry: You're both going to his room.
Don't ship drarry u fuckwad they're underage kids and it fetishisizes gay relationships
First look up the word fetish. You’re confused.
Second watch your mouth.
Third you’re an asshole.
What’s wrong with “fetishisizes” gay relationships? (¬‿¬) Also we didn’t ask about your opinion grey face
Jeez I leave you guys alone for 2 seconds and you start making trouble 😏
guess who shouldnt be doing this right now??
So I Was Watching Mystery Spot
Dad: *walking into my room*
Sam: I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK!
Dad:....Well fuck you to then
Mom:....And you yell at us for talking to the TV?
Dad:...shut up
Me: ._____. What the hell Guys?
I love Supernatural subtitles
#WOOSH WOOSH MOTHERFUCKERS
The best of The Mayhem Guy from the Allstate commercials
okay, but where is, “I’M THE SMARTEST RACCOON I KNOW”
better
Okay good i didn’t want to reblog this without the racoon one
the raccoon one tho
Favorite commercial thing.
wear a different perfume when you commit murder fuckin amateurs
also wear shoes that aren’t your actual size and use gloves if you have to touch anything
what the hell is this here? A how-to-commit-the-perfect-crime??
Wear a wig. Contact lenses . Change your accent . Change Hand when writing . Layer up to make you look big if your small n vice versa . Contour the hell outta your face.
Get your car interior thoroughly washed, then purposely dirty it up again.
Also use an icicle for the weapon because it melts away Buy a ticket to a show and tell as many people / post it on social media that u went to the show
Y'all suspect af😂
*adds 363,462 more people to list of that I will fuck never with*
what
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And now, the weather
I… just can’t fucking believe we actually have a gif for that.
the only day i can reblog this
can we appreciate how fucking haggard they look because seriously
HBP: How did Harry not realize the hand writing in the Half-blood Prince's potion book was the same as the hand writing he had spent 5 years reading off a black board?
#because Harry’s a stupid bitch that’s why
#For the main character of such a good book series #He really is a dumbshit #Ooh what is this long skinny broomstick shaped package? #ITS A BROOMSTICK NO WAY
#Slytherin house is a snake #heir of slytherin can talk to snakes #HMM I WONDER WHAT’S IN THE FUCKING CHAMBER OF SECRETS #MAYBE IT’S A FUCKING CHIHUAHUA #see this is why he’s not in ravenclaw
LOVE THIS
It got better.
we tried to convince the history teacher that taylor swift ended the Cold War and he got so frustrated he just stared into the hallway for ten minutes
i saw him in the hallway later and his eyes were like glazed over he was SO TIRED i felt really bad
I laminated a paper towel
why does this have 31 thousand notes
You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels
I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
This messed me up.
Made a comic for my fav fanfic trope
FOR SALE!
As some of you may know, I’ve had quite a few medical bills in the last few months, between my dog being diagnosed with cancer and my own cancer scare and recent surgery. We’ve also just declared bankruptcy (which unfortunately won’t cover the medical bills.) It would be a huge help if while looking for presents this holiday season, for you or for friends, you would consider checking out my shop!
I have a bunch of different designs, including:
A Very Supernatural Christmas Sweater (here)
Dean Hearts Cas pajama set (top) (bottoms)
I Watch the Bees pajama set (top) (bottoms)
Journals & Notebooks (deancas) (cas) (cockles)
A selection of holiday cards (here)
Even if you can’t afford something, signal boosting is appreciated. Any little bit would help. :)
Friend: Why do you ship Destiel?
Me:(Refer to gif).
I finally understood what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
Nicholas Sparks, Dear John (via quotethatword)
