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susiephone

i can’t believe friday, september 1, 2017, is nineteen years later. the last scene in the harry potter books.

this is it.

vanessacarlysle

female awesome meme [1/20] female dynamics ♡ betty and veronica (riverdale)

any-one00

Theorizing about what will happen next on the show like

#riverdale #all i think about now is riverdale

userlizziesaltzman

◈ my forever favorites: (29/50) female characters ◈ Veronica Lodge

I don’t follow rules, I make them, and when necessary, I break them.

#riverdale #veronica lodge

serpentsprince-deactivated20171

#riverdale #i ship it

darlinghogwarts

“listen… harry’s in trouble, and we could tell mum and dad, but I reckon we should just steal the flying car and go kidnap him in his muggle neighborhood, even though I’m 12 and you’re both 14 and this is a crime and the three of us cant drive”

“excellent”

rosierostagram

the riverdale gang and their hogwarts houses - you say hogwarts i say home - i share a house with betty! who do you share a house with?

i love this crossover/au thing!! harry potter is actually my entire childhood and life so it was really nice and fun to make these aesthetics for my favorite four :)

requests and ask box always open

sprouseharts

collegiate-confession

yahooentertainment

lmao😂/smh🙄

freedomjusticewarrior

Eli Bosnick had the best response to this ridiculousness.

“If I gave you a bowl of skittles and three of them were poison would you still eat them?”

“Are the other skittles human lives?”

“What?”

“Like. Is there a good chance. A really good chance. I would be saving someone from a war zone and probably their life if I ate a skittle?”

“Well sure. But the point-”

“I would eat the skittles.”

“Ok-well the point is-”

“I would GORGE myself on skittles. I would eat every single fucking skittle I could find. I would STUFF myself with skittles. And when I found the poison skittle and died I would make sure to leave behind a legacy of children and of friends who also ate skittle after skittle until there were no skittles to be eaten. And each person who found the poison skittle we would weep for. We would weep for their loss, for their sacrifice, and for the fact that they did not let themselves succumb to fear but made the world a better place by eating skittles.

Because your REAL question…the one you hid behind a shitty little inaccurate, insensitive, dehumanizing racist little candy metaphor is, IS MY LIFE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF MEN, WOMEN, AND TERRIFIED CHILDREN…

… and what kind of monster would think the answer to that question… is yes?”