Just Shut Up And Watch

True-est of the true. I am this person stopping my Gryffindor friends from being stupid.

Okay but you know that joke about all Slytherins having a Hufflepuff best friend? (which is essentially just the “give them a lovely item” idea from Ouron High School Host Club. Don’t deny it) Well every Gryffindor has an emotional support Ravenclaw to reel in their dumbest impulses. 

Luna was basically this for the Golden Trio. 

Other examples: 

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. 

Sirius: Bitches be like, “you’re mine”

Sirius: First off, I’m on probation so I belong to the state

charlie weasley continues to be the biggest fucking mood

Sirius: hey Harry, what are you eating?

Harry: a family sized bag of crisps

Remus: Harry, that’s a regular bag of crisps

Harry: everything is family sized when you’re an orphan

A collection of stuff that make me crack up laughing because the whole world is miserable and people need to laugh: (feel free to add some of your own)

D15 but I change all the time.

Tag yourself I’m D36

Does anyone else hate the phrase “he broke your heart” or “aww how dare he hurt you” because I HATE IT.

No was has the power to hurt me and it’s ridiculous that people assume that I’m weak enough for someone who didn’t deserve my kindness to walk all over me and “break my heart”.

Only you control who has that power and it sure as hell ain’t someone who isn’t respectful.

I. Think. Not.

How many times Minerva McGonagall had listened to the distant footsteps echoing in the long hallways of the castle after the curfew, how many times she had failed to catch them, how many times she resisted giving them detention after lecturing them, how many hilarious pranks she had seen and faked her disappointment, how many times she had looked at the happy faces of the boys teasing each other at any given opportunity, how many times she had caught them out of beds in the middle of the night to see the glorious, never fading grins on their young faces, how many times she had whispered under her breath, smiling, “God, let them never get old.”

And they never did.

And after them, all the footsteps sounded like them, but not quite. In all the pranks she saw them, but not quite. In all the smug grins she recognised them, but not quite. Everything and everyone reminded her of them, but not quite. How many times she had walked through the empty corridors, searching for remaining traces of them. And they were always there, but only enough to awake the burning nostalgia. They were there, but not quite.

 Never again had she wished for someone not to get old.

-remus lupin