I knew a boy once
who fought like he could cleanse the world with the blood on his knuckles
(he forgot there’s only 5 litres of blood in a human body)
I knew a boy once
who smiled like he could hold stars in his teeth
(he forgot how they burn and burn and die)
I knew a boy once
who kissed like he could suck the venom out of my veins with the air in my lungs
(he forgot I’d run out of air long before I ran out of blood)
I knew a boy once
who loved like he could make a moon out of my skin
(he forgot I’d lose my light when he died)
- I loved a boy once who shined like he could be the sun ( j.p. )
I get the impression that a lot of non-shippers think that Dramione is like:
“I’m home, Mudblood,” Draco sneered, gliding into the room with his Death Eater mask on. “What have you made me for dinner?”
“Draco!” Hermione cried, gasping as her eyes filled with tears. “You’re home! I—I missed you so much!”
“Yes, Mudblood, good. I missed you too….Mudblood. Mudblood.” He laughed.
“Oh Draco, the most terrible thing happened today,” Hermione went on, bursting into tears. “Ron—Ron came over! Ron came over here and he was extremely drunk and very illiterate and trashed our entire house!”
“Even…even the shrine I made for myself?” Draco asked suddenly, turning his grey eyes on Hermione.
“Yes! That was the first thing to go! I’m extremely helpless and have no self-respect, so I stood by and watched! And then he—Ron hit me!”
“What a fucking douche bag, Mudblood,” Draco murmured, shaking his head. “It’s a good thing you have me in your life, Mudblood.”
“Draco, can you maybe…not call me Mudblood?”
“No, Mudblood.”
“Okay, Draco.”
Draco then ripped his shirt off, flexing his pecs and smirking at himself in the mirror. Hermione swooned.
It’s not.
past tense of william shakespeare? william shookspeare
Wouldiwas Shookspeared
delete this
i think ship hate shouldn’t be a thing.
i think everyone should respect and accept what others ship and not give them shit about it.
I mean, isn’t there enough hate in the world already?
Aren’t fandoms supposed to be a safe space for everyone?
Dumbledore : Don’t worry , everything is under control .
Minister of Magic : Albus , a bunch of student’s got petrified and there is a huge snake monster on the loose .
Dumbledore : But did they die tho ?
Harry : Professor , please wait !
Dumbledore : New number . who dis ?
In Science class: I kinda want to write
In art: Hm yeah I want to write
In PE: Definitely wish I could write
In math: REALLY want to write atm
In language: Just give me a damn laptop and let me write
In band: UGH I need to wriiiiite
On the bus: WRITE WRITE WRITE
Finally at home: …
oh there’s a new anime out-
Hogwarts : * the best school in the world where the staff and the kids are extra ordinary*
Harry Disaster Zone Potter : Hello
…for a game concept.
What if your characters are eldritch abominations from a land beyond comprehension and time but their existence depends on the fulfilment of a singular point in space time being exactly right.
SO at the point of 11:23am, 14th October 1996 in Glastonbury, Somerset, England (pick your own small town, small time) Susan Jeffries MUST write a letter to her local politician complaining about the garbage in her street, or a particular chain of events will not occur to cause the destruction of all living things and thus the end of all time, birthing the race of abominations.
WHAT IF a young abomination, only 10,000 years young, delved into actual time and misaligned the universe so that Susan never complained?
IMAGINE a party of grotesque, galaxy-spanning beings being forced into corporeal bodies so that they can manipulate suburban politics with the express purpose of piSSING OFF SUSAN JEFFRIES!
Date a girl who dreams. Date a girl who is so unfathomable and vastly complex that she is beyond physical description. Date a girl who makes you go mad when you gaze upon her, your body and soul filled with terror and confusion, so completely shocked, so completely unable to comprehend the scope of her timeless wicked power and extradimensional visage, that you start a cult in her honor. Date a girl who you can babble about in ancient evil tongues and sacrifice virgins in her name, that of the Great Dreamer , the Sleeper of R'lyeh, the High Priest of the Great Old Ones. Date Cthulhu
