Okay, but everyone talks about James Potter realising Remus and Sirius were meant for each other before they even did. Like he wouldn’t even have blinked when they told him they were dating.

But.. Guys… This man is the father of Harry James Potter. The most oblivious boy I have ever seen.

Sirius was probably lying on top of Remus, furiously making out with him, the two of them rolling around the couch in the common room only to have James walk in like, ‘Hey guys, Remus there is this really pretty girl outside the common room you wanna go talk to her?’

Then Sirius sits up, ‘James?! Remus and I have been dating for like a year now???’

James is standing there all confused like, ‘Wait Padfoot.. you like guys??? Since when????’

Something I wish more people would understand…

What’s her name?

Her name is Jane Elliott. She was a former schoolteacher, now she’s anti-racism activist, feminist and LGBT activist. She’s tiny, mean, and boss as fuck.

She’s known for her “blue eyes-brown eyes experiment” where she divides a group of volunteers from the blues and the browns. The minute the people walk in, the blue-eyes know they’re not welcomed. She makes them wait in a separate room, gives them shitty chairs, bad food, and shows them less respect. And (obviously) it causes all sorts of discomfort and rage, but that’s precisely her point. It doesn’t help that most blue-eyed volunteers happen to be white as well. Sometimes they get the message, sometimes they don’t and leave, sometimes crying or screaming. And Jane Elliott says that’s exactly what minorities want to do everyday of their lives, but they simply cannot do.

Did I mention she’s boss as fuck?

It’s supposed to be so awesome that Remus Lupin got to go to Hogwarts rather than being home-schooled, but when you think about it, it’s a pretty messed up situation to drop a kid into.

“Congrats, Remus, you are going to Hogwarts! Don’t forget to keep quiet about who you really are because the other kids won’t like you if they find out the truth, and they kinda have a point, now don’t they? 

No, you can’t have your own room, so just come up with an elaborate lie once a month, and hopefully your roommates aren’t that bright and won’t be amongst the 90% of wizards who are prejudiced against werewolves and will probably beat your ass when they figure it out, because if that happens, it’s you that’s getting expelled. Not like it matters, cuz you ain’t getting no job anyway, not in this werewolf-phobic economy. 

Also, we were considering changing your name to Kevin, but you know what, let’s stick with that Wolfy McWolf name you’ve got, just to keep things interesting.”

A strong independent dog who don’t need no man

Rivendell matte paintings from The Fellowship Of The Rings  by  Yannick ‘Dusso’ Dusseault

the brightest witch of her age

I hate being in that mood where nothing’s really wrong but nothing feels right either

has anyone ever before been so comprehensively torn to shreds in their life tho

My favorite part about that line is that it implies that Gilderoy Lockhart was a more competent teacher than Dolores Umbridge. And that may be the biggest insult in the entire series.

Remus about Sirius Black.

I suck at texting unless:

Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just pretty.

pros of finnrey becoming canon:

pros of stormpilot becoming canon:

pros of reylo becoming canon:

This Woman Helped A Little Boy Overcome His Fear Of Sleeping Alone By Painting An Awesome Galaxy In His Room

she tryna do this for me too or…

Honestly..

Watch: Kristen Bell opens up about the mental health double standard and how she manages her own struggle.

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Hit reblog on this so hard

consent through fear is not consent

let’s repeat that again:

consent through fear is not consent

And while we’re at it:

consent through guilt is not consent either

me to my therapist: yeah idk I’m pretty good!

me to my tumblr followers: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. at night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.

“Good morning Steve”