Sirius: If We Need More Evidence, We Will Get More Evidence!

Pretty accurate honestly

not even in a sexual way but i’m just craving affection because i feel like crap i just want someone to hug me for a couple of hours and tell me i’m going to be okay 

Sirius: Who the fuck-

McGonagall: Language, Black.

Sirius: Whom the fuck-

McGonagall: No.

Hermione: [mimicking Draco] LOOK! I'm a MALFOY, I'd rather be anywhere than here! I'm all about long sullen silences, followed by mean comments, followed by more silence!

Hermione: So what's it gonna be: long sullen silence or mean comment? Go on, take your pick.

I'll be fine without my right lung......right??

uh oh! one of your organs has mysteriously vanished! Spin this wheel to find out which one!

OMG i want to see this happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to write a fic where Lilo goes to college and her roommate is Boo from Monsters Inc. Boo is the first person to think Stitch is adorable and cuddly, and Lilo is the first person not to act like “Mike Wazowski” was a weird name for a goldfish. They get on like a house on fire which is kind of bad for Nani’s blood pressure.

But then one night they wake up in the middle of the night because something is in their closet. And the door starts to creak open so Stitch tackles whoever (whatever) is in there. They fall back into the closet, the door slams shut… and when Lilo runs over and opens it there’s nothing but an empty closet.

Then Boo tells Lilo all about this weird thing that happened to her when she was a kid, and how no one ever believed her but she knows it was real. 

And cue Lilo and Boo busting into the Monster world to rescue Stitch and wreaking mad havoc in the process.

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.