Wait What?

Reblog if you’re a little internet friend who finds this funny

I want to be both of these heroes

September Mood

I GOTTA GET BACK TO SCHOOOL

I GOTTA GET MYSELF TO HOGWARTS

WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS IM COOOL

BACK TO WITCHES AND WIZARDS

AND MAGICAL BEASTS

TO GOBLINS AND GHOSTS

AND TO MAGICAL FEASTS

ITS ALL THAT I LOVE

AND IT’S ALL THAT I NEED

AT HOGWARTS HOGWARTS

Healthy male friendships are almost as rare in mainstream fiction as gay male relationships, and maybe more rare in fanfiction. Let men be wonderful friends without pushing a romantic relationship, just like men and women should be able to be wonderful friends without the pressure of a romantic relationship.

*AGGRESSIVELY SLAMS REBLOG UNTIL I DIE*

This is literally the reason men are so terrified of being open about loving each other platonically, because they don’t want people to assume they’re gay just because they can be supportive of their fucking friends

I already reblogged this on my writing blog but still this is,,,,,

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women wear suits better than men and thats just a cold hard fact

you see, their suits aren’t just rectangles

this is the quality content I wanna see on my dash

- rub the i sides with lemon after you’re done scooping. This will also help preserve the pumpkin

It’s fucking June, at least wait until the fourth of July, you animal.

I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of me disemboweling this pumpkin.

Not a curse but I fucking need this right now .

hope all my followers stumble into some cash to-night~

Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell

This has evolved to one of fanfiction’s major assets in my eyes. To every author that cares enough about the characters in their stories to examine trauma, but also the slow, tedious processes of healing and recovery: your stories mean so much to me and other persons with mental health problems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

my aesthetic: purposely making my house freezing and then burying myself in blankets