Bless the Sultan
The fact that that was the thing that pulled the Sultan out of his trance.
do you ever think that oliver wood was created for the sole purpose of innuendo
even his name is an innuendo
It gets even better when you realize the actor’s name was Sean Biggerstaff.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy."
READ IT. READ IT ALL.
Oooh yes she did! Tell em
The village of Godric’s Hollow had not changed much in the 12 years that Sirius Black had last visited it. The town was just as quiet, houses were still as cozy, and the pub was as crowded with muggles as it ever had been. The only difference was a certain cottage now left in ruins, although it haunted Sirius’ memories with an unshaken clarity. There was also the gravestone erected in honor of James and Lily Potter.
Sirius’ paws left deep prints as he trudged through the snow towards the graveyard of Godric’s Hollow. Few people were out on the streets due to such frigid temperatures, and if one happened to look out of their window, they’d pity the sight of the skinny, stray dog with snow matted into his fur. But Sirius barely took in the temperature. He’d grown used to being outdoors since his escape from Azkaban. His animagus form was also quite furry, protecting him from the cold most of the time when he was unable to find shelter for the night. To Sirius, it could have mattered less if he was dying of hypothermia or not. He was going to see them. He was going to pay his respects to Lily and James no matter what it took.
The gate to the graveyard creaked as Sirius slipped through. Although not large, it took him a while to brush snow off of the stones with his paws to read the names carved there. There was no doubt in Sirius’ mind they were buried here. This had been their home, where they’d been happiest. Even though it had ended in Godric’s Hollow, they’d started their family here. One that could have grown and expanded but had been ripped apart in the most horrible manner.
As soon as Sirius saw the date of March 27th, James’ birthday, appear under the snow, he knew. This was where his best friends were buried. Sirius frantically clawed at the stone until every word etched was visible. He read it with such intensity that a passerby would have stopped and stared and wondered, was that dog actually reading? But soon Sirius tore his eyes away and let out a low whine. His ears were flattened as he padded over to the frigid stone and rested his head against it. Closing his eyes, Sirius apologized to the bodies resting a couple of feet below him. He was sorry he had been so late- 12 years late- to pay his respects to them. Sirius could almost hear James chuckling and saying, "Always had to be fashionably late, huh, Padfoot?"
He apologized for being the reason they were nothing but bones now. Even though he’d been apologizing for that ever since October 31st of 1981, it was somehow comforting to know he’d been able to deliver it to their final resting place. That was all he was able to do now. He couldn’t voice his respects out loud in his human form and he couldn’t leave them flowers. So he lay down, his legs folding beside him for warmth. The ice on his tangled, dark fur glistened as Sirius shivered. His stomach was aching with hunger and his mouth scratching with thirst. Yet, curled up against the gravestone of James and Lily Potter, Sirius felt secure. It was like they were watching over him, with Lily giggling at how he probably needed a bath and James joking about his fleas. As the snow fell around him and the grave of his best friends, Sirius felt at peace for the first time in years.
hogwarts will always be there to make you sad as fuck because it’s not real so you’ll never get one of those fucking letters or fly on a broom and cast spells and shit yet you still want to go there but you never will and this is some bullshit
things that are awesome
- women wanting to be stay at home moms or housewives
- women wanting to be senators or doctors or feminism spokespersons or anything else
things that are not awesome
- women feeling like they have to be stay at home moms or housewives
- women feeling like they have to be senators or doctors or feminism spokespersons or anything else
Hey, there’s that post that needed to happen
parents who vaccinate their children without their consent are terrible parents, no exceptions.
parents who let their children die of completely preventable diseases because they think 8 year olds are capable of making their own medical decisions are terrible parents. no exceptions
srsly though why is fruit so expensive like I want some strawberries not the tears of jesus
ppl my age have children what the hell i am a children
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