the stupidest thing in the entire harry potter series was when they go down to the slytherin dormitory and it’s all dark and slimy and freezing and shit. as if lucius malfoy would let his son live in squalor like that. the house with the highest concentration of spoiled purebloods are happy to live under the goddamn lake? no.
wow this is the #1 best harry potter criticism i have ever read
Holy. Crap. I just found an email argument between me and some random internet person about evolution and creationism. Apparently I thought this was important enough to print out and save for TWENTY YEARS!!!
Cannot tell you how many times I’ve been on the phone with Hank and it’s clear he isn’t listening and then I say you’re not listening and then he says, “Hold on someone on the Internet is wrong about something.”
You just got reblogged and commented on by John Green! Be honored !
He’s…he’s my brother…
Harry Potter au where Harry didn’t lose being a parsletongue and Albus buys a snake as a pet one year because snakes are cool and one day just walks in on Harry and the snake having a deep conversation
Albus is 17 and loses his virginity in his room and forgets the snake talks to his dad and when Harry gets home the snake is all like OH MY GOSH YOU’D NEVER GUESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHAT HAPPENED
Dean has no clue, no clue at how fucked up Sam is.
He’s so fed up of Sam and that frickin journal, taking after their old man.
Dean catches Sam sometimes, cross legged on the motel floor, pen in one hand, scribbling away at the frail pages of the book.
Dean knows Sam isn’t writing, but drawing and he knows he shouldn’t look but he can’t help himself.
Sam will catch Dean looking at him, in the hall way of school, when he’s just out the shower, when he’s scribbling down every little thing that pops into his head. He’s screaming inside, wanting Dean to just rush him off his feet, to take him away from this thing they call ‘living’.
Dean finally gets a clue when Sams fast asleep, hand resting lightly on his book, slowly, Dean slides it from his hand, his tongue pressed between the space in his teeth.
The drawings are…beautifully heartbreaking. They’re a call for help.
His drawings are screaming at Dean.
“Gonna make it better, little brother” Dean whispers as lets the notebook slide down next to him. He brings his hand up to rest against his baby brothers hair.
“Gonna make it better”