i think it’s a universal truth that everyone in our generation takes pluto’s losing its planetary status as a personal offense
pluto is smaller than russia. why did we ever even consider it a planet?
BECAUSE IT’S A PART OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM
OHANA MEANS FAMILY
FAMILY MEANS NO ONE IS LEFT BEHIND
VIVA LA PLUTO
THESE PARENT BIRDS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE BIRDY DRAG QUEENS WITH FLAWLESS EYELINER AND THE BABY LOOKS LIKE AN UNFINISHED MUPPET AND I’M DEAD.
These perfectly done up geisha are just so proud of their strange little alien sock puppet.
this picture makes me happy
Every time I see this I think I laugh harder
They really do look so proud
So serious, so dignified as they bask together in the stupid looking lint monster that came out of one of their butts
I love this!
Dramione: for anon.
"Fuck," Hermione breathed, frantically scrambling to grab the student record books she had spilled in the middle of the corridor. "Fuck, fuck, fu—”
A slow tongue clucking made Hermione stop herself. “I didn’t think Head Girls were supposed to swear, Granger. In fact, just last week I had one down my throat about 'setting good examples' and all that bullocks.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, then opened them again and cleared her throat, rising to her feet as she grabbed the last of the spilled books. She turned towards Draco with a proudly raised chin. “Draco.” She scanned him briefly, adjusting the books in her arms. “I didn’t know you were there.”
He rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms so he could cross to her and move to scoop half the books out of her hands. “You’re going to drop them again,” he muttered.
Hermione jerked away. “I can handle carrying some—”
"Well, clearly you can’t, actually, Granger,” he broke in coldly. “Hand them over. I can take them to the Head’s office just as well as you can.” He withdrew one hand to tap at his badge.
She scoffed, brushing past him. “Right, so I’m supposed to let you do the carrying just because you’re the Head Boy? Girls can—”
"Oh, don’t make this a political thing,” he groaned, stalking after her and once more trying to remove the books from her grip. “I would let you carry them if you were competent at carrying things, Granger, but as you’ve just proven you aren’t—”
"I am too.”
"—you need to hand them over." He pried her fingers off of the books and yanked them away from her, flashing a self-satisfied smile before continuing down the corridor ahead of her. "There. Now was that so hard?"
Hermione huffed, jogging to catch up with him. “Don’t talk down to me, Malfoy.”
He smirked. “Then don’t be on the floor next time I find you, Granger.”
Let’s play a game.
Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.
you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never
The older I get, the more I identify with Phineas Nigellus Black.
"This is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced they are absolutely right about everything."
james being a hardcore apple fan and sirius swearing by android
it’s an ongoing daily battle with a thousand passive aggressive comments
sirius throws james’s phone on the ground once a month when he’s being particularly snotty about it b/c james refuses to get a cover
james calling sirius’s phone an atrocity and how does he stand to look at it, let alone use it
sirius calling james a pretentious hipster and asks him how the cult worship is going
james saying he can’t hear sirius over the sound of how awesome his tech is b/c he has every device ever
just kidding these nerds would have matching phones w/ coordinating covers and they’d be each others #1 ice and screen saver pictures