From Under the Downspout

Oh my god

we made it

the faint sound of classical era Greeks cursing under their breath can be heard

Why he keep bringing up Bernie tho…

He thinks that he’s going to win over Bernie’s disaffected supporters. Yup. I’m serious.

“If I say BERNIE SANDERS enough times, just trust me, it’ll be great, all the millenials, you know how the millenials, well I won’t tell you, I don’t have to tell you, but if I say BERNIE SANDERS, it’ll be great, just the best.”

“Hark, yonder youth doth be defenestrating mine guild of manure! Donst they knoweth the greatness of mine shit?”

bb8 is bbgr8 reblog if u agree

he descends

this cat is in liquid form

Honestly one of the most important scenes in the entire Harry Potter series is when nine-year-old Severus Snape uses magic to cause a tree branch to fall on Petunia. Even at nine he had no qualms about hurting people Lily loved. This really serves to underscore the idea that while Snape loved Lily, he was not truly invested in her happiness or well-being because he did not care about the people she loved. At age nine he didn’t care about hurting her sister and at age twenty he didn’t care about the imminent deaths of her husband and infant son. So I will always stand by my opinion that while Snape no doubt loved Lily, it was not a healthy love and he really never deserved to have it reciprocated.

“Mama, just don’t tell Coach? Okay, please? I’m trying to figure out how to tell him myself but I’m scared to.” “Dicky, your daddy loves you. You know that right?” “This just kinda seems like a deal breaker for him, Mama. There’s been this weird distance between us for so long and I feel like this’ll be the final nail in the coffin where our relationship is concerned.” Guilty over eavesdropping, Coach stepped into the kitchen. Junior and Suzanne were at the island, each rolling their own ball of dough. “Deal breaker?” he grumbled. Both blonds froze and stared at him, Junior’s frantic gaze quickly shifting to his mother. “How long have you been listening, Eric?” Suzanne’s brow furrowed and her lips were a tight line of pink. “Long ‘nough to hear him tell you not to tell me something.” “Well,” Suzanne started. “Mama.” Junior’s face went as white as the flour caked around his fingernails. “Dicky, he heard us talking.” She took a deep breath and Junior squeezed the dough he was holding to still his hands. “Our son has been…cheering for the Vols this season.”