au where everything is the same except sirius black is played by jonathan van ness from queer eye
Harry: Wait, so Pettigrew actually betrayed my parents?
Sirius:
I am HERE for this.
Sirius escapes Azkaban and is united with Harry and joins the Order:
Sirius: My cousin Bellatrix?
Someone mentions Severus Snape at all:
Scandinavia:
I would marry this man
guys we broke another post because this one’s not showing any notes
When I liked it, it flashed “0 notes”
It’s showing -1 notes
i’m gonna keep reblogging this and you can’t stop me
I liked it and it said ‘1 note’
tf is this crap?
1 NOTE I’VE ONLY COME ACROSS 3 OF THESE POSTS IN MY LIFE
ITS STILL SAID 1 NOTE WTF?????
legendary
What the fuck
YES BUT DID HE GET HIS CAMERA BACK?? WE NEED TO KNOW!
WE WILL NEVER KNOW… =((((
IT still says 0 notes?? WTF!!
This is the first thing I saw on my dash
I’m shook
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKERY
WTF-
SAME HERE!!! I JUST GAVE IT A LIKE AND IT DIDN’T STAY
1 note WTF.
3rd time and it’s still broken. This lovely cursèd post.
THERE IS ANOTHER ONE?????
still not-works
still + notworks = stotworks.
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Portmanteau Bot happed upon a null-notes post and got stuck in a loop.
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P͐́͋O̐҉R̨̲̰̀T̼͖͚ͮ͘M̵͍̯͉A͉̦N҉̛̩T̶̗́͘͠E̥A͑U͍͛ͤΙ̙ ҉͟B̛͎̀͡Ő̽ͫT̹͓̀́͞ ̛͍̔HͯA̫͍͘͜P̵͎P͓͏̷̕ÈD̮̜ͨ̽̉ ̸͍͗͝ U͋̏ͤ̀͞P͢O̯̳̍͝N̨̲ ̺́͡A̡ ̛̆ͯ̈͞N̷̩͇͠Ù̉L̦L͕-͕N̴ͬ͜O̸̽͝͡T̩E͢S̷͎͐̅ ̐P̸̩̹̣̑O̢S̡̼ͣͬT̶̸ͣ ̀̒Ả̛͛ͬ͠Ņͪ̓D̜̰ ̢̣̽ G̛̬̪͍O̅T͐ ̵͇̞͛ŜͩT̸̢̬̰Ū̪̊C̭̘͒͞K̝͈͎͍ ́I̧N͝ ̶̛̭ͬ͘A̽̈ ̨̻̀L͎͈͒O̧O̼͇͡͞P̛̭ ͈͊
P̧͇̈́͛͝Ơ̬͍R͔̔T͒̃͗ͯ͢M̓̔A̩͗N̗̅T͝E̕A̙Ŭ̢̩̘͢ ̵̮̱́B͓̱O͖T̈́͞ ̥͉̋̂͜H̨̝́͠A̎ͮ́̌ΙP̠̲͊P̡̲̥̔ËD̶̪ ̠̤̦ Ũ̢̝͂P̪̋͜OͮN̉͞ ͖Á̛͠ ̳ͬ̅͑N̸̼̟̅U͂L̿͗͝L̵̗ͭ͘͠-̛̃́͠ΙN̩Ơ̦̰̋͘T̨ͥ̒͘͝E͐̌S̶̗͂̕̕ ̵̎̍ͪP̫̻͢Ȍ̪̄S̴͜T̪̭̖ͪ̒ ̃A̶Ṉ̜̽͢D̖͚́ ̭͡͞ G̠O̺͠T̈͂ ̸̣S̵͙̘̜͢Ṱͬ̋ÙCͨ͟͟Ḱ͙͟ ͬI̅N̢̆ ̘̑̄͡A̪ͤ̉ ̨̾͂L̻̥̞ͦͬO̟Ŏ͠P̮ ́
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P̷O͝Ȑ̝̦҉T͇͒͟M̃̃͟A̳̭͑ŃT̆͒̏E̕Ă̷̪͗Ú͔̤͝ ̫̺͓̀͟B́Ȍ̞T̛̟̯̔́ ̛͓͇H̨̯͢Á̖P͔P̭Ḛ̶̄͘D̤̘̹ ̧͍̇͋ U̶͓ͬ́ͧPͮ̐͝O̮͢Nͮ̔͜ ̡̽̏͛̔A̘ ̳̤̹̈́N̴̗̘̹͞Ú͎L̵̟̠ͯ͝L̼͍͓̾̈-͌N͏ͪO̶̿ͨ͑͝T͇̃̇̑Ȩ͛ͮ͡S̳͖ ̵̳̐̋P̵̥͞O͙Ş̩͔̌T̜ ͗AͭN̺͈ͯ̐͒D̻͂ ͉͓͇̒͜ G̼͕O͕͏̶̛̫T̨ ͑̑̕S̮̫Ť̷͕̾Ų͔͌C̮ͩ͏̵K͓ ̤I͉ͤ̓͊͠NΙ ̻ͣA͘ ̷̜͖̄L̠͝O̡O̼ͯP̴̻ ͇̀͡͝
Oh god what’s happening???
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH??
@abbaquiche w h a t
lmao I love broken posts
DID HE EVER GET THE CAMERA BACK?????
My stepfather thinks it’s okay to sexualize girls my sister’s age and I’m trying to prove a point because he doesn’t seem to think that’s wrong
why does this have only 1000 notes
*calls 911* Hello, there is an emergency.
i only understand ¼ of what’s happening in norwegian @ the mgp but i’m pretty sure JOWST has a cult now
EVERYTIME IT’S ON MY DASHBOARD I WATCH IT AND CRY BEST VIDEO
ITS BACK THANK YOU GOD
This video is a gift.
I want what she’s having.
‘okay calm down deedee’
So we just got back from toysrus and guess what we found?
This is the stupidest thing and I love it so much.
I call it the wristfucker.
Jedi Feferi cosplay in progress.
THIS IS STUPID
Wristfucker 2.0: fuck your whole family’s wrists.
Pros: impenetrable defense leaves no way for your opponent to cut off your hand.
Cons: you have already cut off your whole arm and maybe impaled yourself.
My finest creation.
IS THAT LAST ONE WHAT I THINK IT IS
does the harry potter series feel really really cozy to anyone else?? i can’t explain it - i don’t know why. it feels .. like home? it feels like a beautiful and foggy autumn day. idk why but it makes my heart go !!!!!!!
ladies and gentlemen we have officially reached the “in case a nuclear attack happens” phase……. [x]
This shit is wild.
There should be an amber alert or something to warn us, hopefully. But if you’re so close to the blast that the entire outside flashes white your first priority is to get underneath the blastwave any way you can.
After that you have 2 options: drive away or protect yourself from the radiation.
Option one is tough because literally everybody else is going to want to do this, and you could get stuck right in the fallout. And lemme tell you, if you’re stuck out there when the ashes first fall for more than 15 minutes, you’re dead. Radiation poisoning.
Option two is harder, but has a better success rate. Get underground. Most houses have a crawlspace, but in this bad time just saw a fucking hole in your floor. Put table over hole. Pack some large containers (like tubs), with dirt, tight, and stack them on your table or wherever you’re going to be directly underneath. you need 36 inches if dirt to be protected from the radiation poisoning. You could preemptively buy lead and stick that in a container with a lot of serface area, i forget how many inches you need vertically.
How ever much serface area the dirt/metal/lead covers is how much you and your party will be able to move around. As long as there’s enough inches vertically you’ll be good so long as you stay under it.
You gotta stay under there for at least 2 weeks, 3 to be sure.
Also, if you can see the mushroom cloud, stick your arm out as far as you can. Do a thumbs-up and close one eye. If your thumb is bigger than the cloud, you are safe. If the cloud is bigger or the same size as your thumb, then that means you are in the radiation zone and should evacuate immediately.
Fuck I cant believe this is something I need to reblog.
hey if you’re a nazi or defend them get the fuck off of my blog and block me while you’re at it
Roast the fuck out of them. Being family doesn’t mean you ever have to be okay with that shit.
*slow clapping at the dad*
I always reblog this.
In Japanese, they don’t say “moon,” they say “tsuki,” which literally translates to “moon,” and I think that’s how language works.
I’m so tired of y’all trying to justify cops who shot #KorrynGaines. I’m tired of y’all not listening.
She was scared to lose him. She was trying to protect him. Because cops don’t care if the victim is 5, 23 or 50 years old just as long as they are Black.
Korryn Gaines shouldn’t have been unarmed for you to #SayHerName if you consider yourself pro Black.
You can’t be pro Black if you’re trying to justify the oppressive force!
reblogging this again because it’s been a year and shit ain’t changed
1 year ❤️
this thread is the absolute holy grail of repeated self owns
This thread is making me wet
“I voted for a guy who wants to take rights away from people I love and got backlash for it :(”
“I voted for a Vice President who caused an AIDS outbreak as governor of Indiana while also supporting conversion therapy and other anti-LGBT legislation and now my gay son won’t talk to me :-(”
when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time. one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.
in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.
when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it. people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us. he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.
in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga. he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention. i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day. i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole? but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes. there’s no room for nice guys like me.”
i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?
he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know. being friendly. i thought we were friends. but then, how many times had i thought that before?
how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?
how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”
there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.
when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.
i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me. he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly. but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.
“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back? don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”
when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say
when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.
but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”
they were
“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”
so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:
put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. that he just wanted her for a relationship. a girl who was just an object to win, a prize. a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.
maybe she friendzoned you. but you girlfriendzoned her, first.
I am clapping for this, you just can’t see it.
okay honestly wow I’m oh my god just
GIRLFRIENDZONED!! OH MY GOD YES
Why do people make shit arguments against queer representation by saying things like, “The percentage of LGBTQ people in the population isn’t that high.” Well neither is the percentage of vampires, but we see plenty of them in our media don’t we?
Reblog if you’ve seen more vampires in the media than lgbt+ people
I’ve seen more vampires live and get happy endings.
