accio-shitpost:

tbh people mock harry for going back to rescue fleurs sister in the second triwizard task but harry knows dumbledore better than anyone else. he probably looked at the situation and thought “would dumbledore let an eight year old drown just because fleur couldnt do this bit? yes. yes he would.”

heartstoppercomic:

chapter 3 – 30

night-time texts

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Charlie, a highly-strung, openly gay over-thinker, and Nick, a cheerful, soft-hearted rugby player, meet at a British all-boys grammar school. Friendship blooms quickly, but could there be something more…?

Nick and Charlie are characters from my debut novel, Solitaire. Heartstopper updates three times a month, on the 1st, 11th, and 21st.

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clint-ftm-barton:

Jack Zimmermann, walking into a room in a full tux, a little bit tipsy, Bitty draped over his shoulder: “this man is my boYFRIEND”

Bitty, also a little tipsy, also in a full tux, bow tie undone and unable to stop giggling: “jack I’m your husband now…,., put me down!”

Jack Zimermann, starting to cry: “my- my husband. This is my husband and I love him”

Bitty, patting The Booty: “I love you too sweetpea”

thecheshirecass:

shotfromguns:

everydayconman:

hollowedskin:

fatsexybitch:

coffeeandstring:

verbalvomits:

I threw a dog on the ground today 😭😭😭

I am embarrassed by how hard this made me laugh.

…..does this mean cat people hurl cats at the ground?

you just kind of… open ur arms and they sort themselves out. if you try and place them down they get mad and wiggle and make everything worse

some friends of mine have the most un-cat-ish cat i have ever met

my quintessential example of this:

i was holding him in my arms petting him while we were picking out what games to play that night. when we’d decided on a few, i needed to put the cat down in order to, you know, carry boxes. so i started letting him down, expecting that he’d eventually do the cat hop thing… but he never did.

i ended up lowering him all the way to the floor. and even then he never got his feet under him. i just sort of… plopped him down on his side as he stared up at me like a betrayed sack of flour.

I saw this so clearly in my mind and I’m never going to stop laughing at betrayed sack of flour.