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Draco: Harry kissed me
Hermione *gasp*: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Draco: It was unbelievable!
Hermione: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Pansy: Ok, all right. We want to hear everything. Hermione, get the wine and unplug the phone. Draco, does this end well or do we need to get tissues?
Draco: Oh, it ended very well
Pansy: Oh
Hermione *rushing over with the wine*: Do not start without me. Do NOT start without me!
Pansy: Ok, all right, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like, was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
Draco: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh, god, and then we just sort of sunk into it
Hermione: Ok, so, ok, was he holding you? Or was his hand like on your back?
Draco: No, actually first they started on my waist. And then, they slid up, and then, they were in my hair
Hermione & Pansy *squealing*: Awww
*meanwhile, Harry, Ron and Blaise are eating pizza at Grimmauld Place*
Harry: And, uh, and then I kissed him
Blaise: Tongue?
Harry: Yeah
Ron & Blaise *nod*: Cool
Hey Sirius, I'm not wearing an invisibility cloak, but do you think I could still visit your restricted section tonight? *fingerguns while eyebrow wiggle*
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A little profile of some things (name, weapons of use, traits of personality and a quote) about our Shadowhunters ➰❤
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Choose your fighter: Magnus + names for Alec
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One beautiful boi 😍
texts from the shadow world: 28/? ↳ in which simon likes french toast and raphael likes Murder™️.
i’m gonna be home alone for the next three days and this is all i plan on doing
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Reblog, please GOD reblog..
The extended version of the Malec clip from season 3B
You're asexual? But...
“but sex is what makes us human!”
in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his
doctoral dissertation under
heavy mortar fire.
he sends it by mail, a page
at a time, to his wife.
a week before he’s to step up to the podium and
defend his work rather than his country
he is killed in action.
even as the bullets rip
through him he still wishes he could have become a professor
in French literature and
the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.
sex is
a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because
a week is not enough time to
get over a breakup.
her sister drives an hour across town,
comes up the front steps with
a gallon of ice cream and some beer
and together they eat moose tracks and marathon
every
single
Godzilla movie
ever made.
sex is
she’s late for work but her car isn’t
starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.
she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed
one time too many already because her
father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone
needed to help him bathe.
the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits
the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help
steps on the gas like the car will go
and wonders how she will pay rent
and how she will feed her father.
sex is
it takes three people to hold the predator down because
even with the cover over his head
a bleeding eye and shattered wing
he is trying to hurt them.
none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but
they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and
put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because
it is right.
at first he is paralyzed and cannot
fly but soon he is taking steps
and then fluttering, and then soaring, and
six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.
once he is gone they never see him again
which means they’ve done their jobs right.
sex is
in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and
can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but
another planet.
the men on the screen look a little like
aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat
marshmallow arms
but they are still men.
her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that
this is progress
even if it was just a small step.
the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary
and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.
but sex is
a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so
he doesn’t.
when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted
gunshot wound, he locks himself
in the shower every day and sobs under scalding
water until it runs cold
so nobody will see him grieving
so nobody will see that tears are just love that
has no place left to go.
he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and
soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.
three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,
he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,
and telling them it’s all right to cry.
Sex is
the broken man tells the comedian
that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain
made it hard to see.
he seems okay but his leg
does not.
the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s
plate number scrawled on the back
in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man
can have his umbrella,
and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career
so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.
once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card
with kittens on it.
what makes us human
yawning is contagious,
and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.
melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,
can move us to tears.
the tallest building in the world is
two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.
in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight
to touching the moon,
and in one-hundred from the first phone call
to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.
we make pies out of tree organs
and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then
we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese isdelicious.
what makes us human is
the earliestfossils of anatomically modern humans are
two-hundred thousand years old .
we have had pet dogs
for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer
than corn
or the wheel.
the steps we take are part of
one of the most energy-efficient gaits the
animal kingdom has ever seen.
we invented the concepts of love
and hate
and justice, and mercy
and we invented the language to convey them.
we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people
who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do
because we think
it’s right.
we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and
sorrow and innovation and
mercy and kindness and dreams
and failure
and recovery.
“but sex is what makes us human.”
sat and read this all the way through. will reblog the shit out of this every time i see it. holy jesus. YES to all of this. just yes.
Sometimes poetry is better than any traditional argument. I would so send this to anyone who tries to tell you that sex is what makes us human.
Mum says I look like a grumpy Pansy Parkinson. I don't see it...
