blakcparade:

A GUY AT MY SCHOOL IS LITERALLY PUTTING UP POSTERS ADVERTISING THE SKELETON WAR AROUND THE SCHOOL TUMBLR HAS OFFICIALLY MADE ITS WAY INTO MY EDUCATION

blakcparade:

A GUY AT MY SCHOOL IS LITERALLY PUTTING UP POSTERS ADVERTISING THE SKELETON WAR AROUND THE SCHOOL TUMBLR HAS OFFICIALLY MADE ITS WAY INTO MY EDUCATION

(via tyleroakley)

hauntedargent:

rnarisass:

popculturesavvyangel:

*WHIRLS SNAPE OUT OF THE WAY*

DID YOU 

*SHOVES MINERVA INTO A WALL*

PUT YOUR NAME

*KNOCKS OVER A TABLE AGGRESSIVELY* 

IN THE GOBLET

*GRABS HARRY AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE WALL*

OF FIRE!?!?!?1111?!?!111321I3591130583FERGEKLJRKGJ GRLGJWRLKGVJLKJ G” Dumbledore asked calmly.

we’re never gonna get over this are we

of course not

(via motherrfuck)

wings-scales-fire:

oddbagel:

jaxtellerhelps:

tuckedshirts:

pretendersrpa:

slippingintoacomabored:

traumacomplex:

no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system
imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark
imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear
imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black
imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks
imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

ALL OF YOU, WRITE BOOKS.YES EVEN YOU.

wings-scales-fire:

oddbagel:

jaxtellerhelps:

tuckedshirts:

pretendersrpa:

slippingintoacomabored:

traumacomplex:

no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system

imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark

imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear

imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black

imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks

imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

ALL OF YOU, WRITE BOOKS.
YES EVEN YOU.

(Source: thvnderfox, via motherrfuck)

girllookitthatbody-ahh:

I hate when people mention someone in their life by their name without providing me with any context about who this person is.

“So Dylan and I went to yoga class yesterday — ”

Hold it right there. Who the fuck is Dylan. Your boyfriend? Your arch nemesis? Your brother? Your pet sea monkey? Your therapist? Your favourite fictional character? Are you on a first-name basis with your dad? Last-name basis with Bob? WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN.

(via motherrfuck)