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Apr

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Twenty One Pilots - Time To Say Goodbye

I just don’t wanna be
So many things
And now that I see
I just wanna sing
I just wanna breath
I just wanna fly
I just wanna close my eyes
And take in the sun
And take in the air
I just wanna run
And murder my care
I wanna believe that I will be
Free as air

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05

Apr

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icanshowyoutheworldd:

 

02

Apr

chodyfoster:

"There is no way two men could even begin to take care of a child"

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her real parents never even realized she was fucking gone.

this is literally me if i get married

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beccarez:

detectivesangelstardisandwands:

ramdomfandom:

stagdogwolfandrat:





AU where Harry is brought up by Sirius and Remus.


Harry swaggering into Hogwarts at age 11.Harry trying to lean back in his chair like he’d seen Sirius do.Harry knowing all the secret passage ways in his very first year itself.Harry knowing the perfect hexes for Malfoy.Harry pretending to be really embarrassed by Remus teaching them in 3rd year, but secretly feeling delighted when he finds the rest of his class thinks he’s the coolest teacher they’ve had.Harry getting howlers from Sirius announcing the next Weird Sisters concert.Harry fiercely defending werewolves.And most importantly, Harry who is happy and loved. Harry who has someone to go home to. Harry who has someone to talk about his teenage woes to. Harry who grew up knowing what wonderful, brave people his parents were.





And that sound is my heart shattering into a million pieces. 

Harry would have grown up being a lot more like James.
Oh my god I just broke my own heart.

oh gods he wouldand then one day Sirius would slip up and call him James…..

beccarez:

detectivesangelstardisandwands:

ramdomfandom:

stagdogwolfandrat:

AU where Harry is brought up by Sirius and Remus.

Harry swaggering into Hogwarts at age 11.
Harry trying to lean back in his chair like he’d seen Sirius do.
Harry knowing all the secret passage ways in his very first year itself.
Harry knowing the perfect hexes for Malfoy.
Harry pretending to be really embarrassed by Remus teaching them in 3rd year, but secretly feeling delighted when he finds the rest of his class thinks he’s the coolest teacher they’ve had.
Harry getting howlers from Sirius announcing the next Weird Sisters concert.
Harry fiercely defending werewolves.
And most importantly, Harry who is happy and loved. Harry who has someone to go home to. Harry who has someone to talk about his teenage woes to. Harry who grew up knowing what wonderful, brave people his parents were.

And that sound is my heart shattering into a million pieces. 

Harry would have grown up being a lot more like James.


Oh my god I just broke my own heart.

oh gods he would

and then one day Sirius would slip up and call him James…..

i.
a girl’s feet will tangle yours under sheets you just bought for a night like this. the price tag is still glued to the plastic wrapping stuffed underneath the bed. her feet are frigid and feel like frostbite against your legs when you fall asleep, but they’re like mittens roasted over a fire when the sun blinks through the curtains.

ii.
a girl’s legs are taut and thick. they’re flexible and enclose you in a straightjacket at 2 am when they knot around your waist and pull you just a little closer. if she’s still sleeping, it’s even better.

iii.
her thighs will make you forget about your calculus homework and your french exam. they will make you forget about your father’s affair or your best friend’s disorders. they will make you forget your name and they will make you forget who you are without them. hold them as tight as you can. i promise, she loves it.

iv.
when you were in fourth grade, they taught you stop, drop, and roll at the sign of a fire. when you’re in her bedroom on the second floor, her quivering hips will trick-start a similar fire in your teeth, and you’re going to want to listen to your fourth grade teacher, but don’t. if you stop, whatever it may be that you’re doing, she might kill you.

v.
so in health class, they’re supposed to teach you that your hands will never fit somewhere like they will on a girl’s waist. it doesn’t matter if it’s wide and soft, or small and hard. your hands will adapt to her waist like the heart to your blood. they’ll feel as natural as fingers on an instrument.

vi.
sometimes you can see her ribs; sometimes you can’t. they flicker like an old grainy movie under her skin, and they feel like sharp magma in your palms. they’re structure — they protect her. hold her there if you want her to feel like this house isn’t caving in on herself.

vii.
her chest. promise her you’d never want anything more or anything less. if you don’t mean it, stop reading, and find someone else.

viii.
taste her collarbone. dip in the crevices and valleys and plant trees at the bottom. root down, cherish the nature, and never ever underestimate a girl’s collarbones. they’re a place to sleep when its -11 outside. write scripts on her collarbone. they are forever.

ix.
if you don’t know blueprints to her neck with your eyes closed from tracing it with your mouth, you’re doing it wrong. learn it. memorize it. you better know her pulse like counting with your dominant hand. kiss it like it’s her mouth. her neck will change over time, yes. but make sure you can change with it.

x.
kiss her before she brushes her teeth. make fun of her morning breath. kiss her after, and make fun of the flavor of her toothpaste. kiss her when she’s angry and throwing the vase your mother bought her, and kiss her when she can’t stand and she bubbles over with tears like hot water. kiss her if she’s laughing and tell her it’s because she makes you happy. kiss her if she won’t stop talking because you want to taste her voice. kiss her when she isn’t talking because you miss it. kiss her in the shower and kiss her everywhere. if it’s raining, kiss her, and kiss her again when she calls you a cliche. kiss her in public because you want them all to know, and kiss her in private because you don’t need them to either. god, just kiss her on the mouth. nothing else matters. just fucking kiss her.

10 Body Parts || izztstei  (via flannel)

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heartattackle:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

and now I’m crying.

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codyythehuman:

axureerheeid:

lotrlockedwhovian:

viivus:

period thoughts

that would make the funniest fucking story ever. Due to a mix up at the factory, the template for incantations that was supposed to a publishing company of dark art books is sent to a feminine products factory. Girl then accidentally summons Satan with period blood. Satan gets confused because its “dead blood” and when he shows up he realizes the sacrifice was done incorrectly so he cannot take the girl’s soul but now is bound to do her bidding because oops his bad, he showed up anyway.

actually, since the template got printed massively, wouldn’t every menstrual pad fuck him up like that?


This would make a really great dark comedy

codyythehuman:

axureerheeid:

lotrlockedwhovian:

viivus:

period thoughts

that would make the funniest fucking story ever. Due to a mix up at the factory, the template for incantations that was supposed to a publishing company of dark art books is sent to a feminine products factory. Girl then accidentally summons Satan with period blood. Satan gets confused because its “dead blood” and when he shows up he realizes the sacrifice was done incorrectly so he cannot take the girl’s soul but now is bound to do her bidding because oops his bad, he showed up anyway.

actually, since the template got printed massively, wouldn’t every menstrual pad fuck him up like that?

This would make a really great dark comedy

25

Mar

(Source: ofelias)

24

Mar

snazzapplesweet:

imploding-with-feels:

jaclcfrost:

elementary school was like “hell yeah”. middle school was like “hell no”. and high school. high school is just “hell”

college is just “what the hell”

and as far as i can tell life after college is “to hell with it”

thewholockedarmyinitiative:

keepalive66:

pabus-tail:

strawberryvespers:

well-im-the-lord-of-time:

passthecocaine:


Yeah but can you imagine:
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Sorcerer’s Stone
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Chamber of Secrets
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Prisoner of Azkaban 
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Goblet of Fire
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Order of the Pheonix
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Half-Blood Prince
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Deathly Hallows
Has a nice ring to it


ACTUAL PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN
JAMES WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH PADFOOT

ACTUALY PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE
NEVERMIND THAT, HE ALSO GOT FREAKY WITH SNAPE.

ACTUAL PROOF THAT I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
THE ENTIRE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
JAMES
I HOPE YOU USED PROTECTION

IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN

BRB DYING OF LAUGHTER

thewholockedarmyinitiative:

keepalive66:

pabus-tail:

strawberryvespers:

well-im-the-lord-of-time:

passthecocaine:

Yeah but can you imagine:

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Sorcerer’s Stone

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Chamber of Secrets

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Prisoner of Azkaban 

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Goblet of Fire

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Order of the Pheonix

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Half-Blood Prince

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Deathly Hallows

Has a nice ring to it

ACTUAL PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN

JAMES WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH PADFOOT

ACTUALY PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE

NEVERMIND THAT, HE ALSO GOT FREAKY WITH SNAPE.

ACTUAL PROOF THAT I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

THE ENTIRE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

JAMES

I HOPE YOU USED PROTECTION

IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN

BRB DYING OF LAUGHTER

(Source: zuckerwattetraum)

(Source: awwww-cute)