the book is damn good too

Cursed Child was dumb and here are some reasons why

(warning: spoilers. this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the script. far be it from me to recommend this kneazle-vomit of a play, though, so if you haven’t read it, good)

  • the plot is messy, strange, and childish. there’s only one time-turner left!! how will the characters cope when said time-turner is lost? oh lol they’ll just use this other convenient time-turner. for convenient plot points, see also: harry can suddenly speak parseltongue again, because well he just kind of needs to be able to do that
  • Harry cursing “oh dumbledore” without a hint of irony. like really? really
  • the characterisation was a pile of dragon dung and we all freaking know it. let’s break it down into individual characters here because fuck if I can stop at one bullet point for this
  • Hermione: the brightest witch of her age, the constant crusader for the unloved and the unrepresented, whose successful career and capacity for kindness apparently rest in the hands of her romance with Ron Weasley. oh… but wait. it sounds a little familiar, this story. hear me out. let’s see now, a highly intelligent person who falls in love but doesn’t have that love reciprocated, and who then becomes a really fucking mean teacher at Hogwarts through bitterness. sound like anyone we know? fam, they tried to parallel Hermione and Snape. Hermione and Snape. this being the same Snape who sneered in Hermione’s face when she’d been visibly hexed, and made her cry; the same Snape who bullied Neville Longbottom for years, while Hermione muttered instructions under her breath to help him. if you want to tell me that Hermione would ever allow herself to become a Snape parallel then I will kindly invite you to shove a dirigible plum where there’s no lumos solem
  • Harry: when Harry was at his angriest in OOTP, and he’s yelling at Ron and Hermione, there’s one thing we notice. everything he yells is true. he means it. he’s bitter about it and he’s loud and furious, but he doesn’t have the kind of anger that just says anything to cause hurt, that speaks without thinking, not even at this crisis point in his life. are you really going to tell me that the boy who knows down to his bones what it’s like to feel rejected, and misunderstood, and alone, would ever say - even in anger - that he wishes Albus wasn’t his son? I am going to snap wands over this
  • Cedric. and this one burns. because Cedric was brave and he was true, and he had a sense of justice that led him to telling Harry about the way the golden egg worked, and led him to sharing the winning of the triwizard tournament with Harry. he died, he was murdered at the age of seventeen, embodying a sense of justice so strong, an innocence, a goodness. Cedric Diggory - the boy who believed in fairness with an integrity that is astounding - becoming party to the indiscriminate killing and casual torture of the Death Eaters just because he had his head engorged one time… is about as likely as Hagrid stomping on a dragon egg. it’s an insult to who he was and I am going to engorge the entire bodies of the writers of this fucking play so that hopefully they’ll just float away too, with all the grace and likeability of Aunt Marge
  • Voldemort: can we all agree now that Voldemort would not father a child. the idea of him experiencing lust seems out of character; the idea of him giving into a base urge seems more so. it’s too human, too vulgar, too physical; it would associate him with the common and the mainstream in a way that I contend he would find repulsive. Tom Riddle Sr. was trapped by Merope into sex and romance; to have sex would be to bring himself closer to his parents, down to the level of a Muggle and a witch who lacked power and craved love, two things Voldemort could never, ever stand. no. he wouldn’t have sex just because he wanted to; he’d be repelled by the idea. what other reason could there be for him to do the nasty with Bellatrix? to ensure the continuation of his line? that makes even less sense. achieving immortality for Voldemort was always a question of magic, a personal quest. he wouldn’t go for a messy, physical back-up plan. he always thought that he would win. if anything, he would see a child as a future threat, not a security. another being in the world with the promise of his power? he wouldn’t risk it.
  • what the fuck was that trolley witch scene though
  • “for voldemort and valour” are you serious. is there a Gryffindor spy in the Voldemort camp laughing their ass off because they actually managed to get that one through. and are they ten years old
  • overall, the message of the play infuriated me. Delphi was the child of Voldemort, so she was evil. Albus was the child of Harry, so he was good. Scorpius was the son of Draco, so he should have been evil, but Draco’s actually kind of good now and his mother was nice, so he can be good too. where is the complexity? was five hours of drama not enough to find some shades of morality? where is the hope, where is the resonance, in a story that says that good begets good and evil begets evil, and nothing can really change? the Harry Potter book series was about a boy who grew up with something inside him that was utterly evil, and who rejected it, fought against it, changed the path that fate seemed to wish him to walk. not slytherin, not slytherin. we had Regulus Black and Sirius Black, who rejected their pasts, whose heritage and whose House stood for nothing against their principles, their eventual and separate forms of bravery. we had Remus Lupin, who transformed into a monster but never became one, not even after years of rejection and pain. we had the word mudblood, and we watched Hermione fight it, we knew it was ridiculous to label someone based on their blood. and now… we have the Cursed Child. a play which is flat, and stupid, and tells us that your parentage inevitably dictates your character - and that how you’re treated is how you’ll treat others. dear writers, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, you fail to recognise that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. you fucks.

like i don’t even know how it could happen and what’s gonna happen if ever and IF it could even be as good as the first one

but i’m just desperately feeling the need for a beauty and the beast sequel you know

  • first things first i need it to have a new title because he is not a beast!!!
  • i literally want to see more belle and prince adam being together damn it, it was literally too short in the film
  • lefou and stanley together
  • i wan’t backstory about cogsworth and the woman in the film (or did i miss it?)
  • basically i just want to see the human castle people + belle and prince adam, and belle’s dad living in the castle
  • I JUST REALLY WANT TO SEE BELLE AND ADAM TOGETHER OK i would pay to watch the next movie just to see them be together and fight about books and be cute and couple-y and in love pls i need good things in life
  • dan stevens was supposed to be naked in the transformation scene i want justice
…failure and success are not so simply defined. That year may have been a failure in terms of tangible career growth, but the self-knowledge and acceptance was the success…It wasn’t a year of external gain, but of internal growth.
—  Hannah Hart, Buffering
sentence prompts ➝ queen of the damned ( book & movie )
  • ❛ Join me or die. ❜
  • ❛ I’m too old to live forever. ❜
  • ❛ I only have myself. You taught me that. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve had enough of this discussion. ❜
  • ❛ You’ll not stop me! ❜
  • ❛ He is no more. Now you are my consort. That’s why I kept you safe, alive. ❜
  • ❛ Come out, come out, wherever you are. ❜
  • ❛ I want to live forever with you. ❜
  • ❛ This isn’t the time to settle old scores. ❜
  • ❛ Come on, say it again. I’m the perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good! ❜
  • ❛ Really? Is that what you’re going to do? ❜
  • ❛ Your kind never satisfies my thirst. ❜
  • ❛ That was quite a performance. You should learn to be more careful. ❜
  • ❛ Do you love me? ❜
  • ❛ I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew. ❜
  • ❛ We live forever but they don’t come back. ❜
  • ❛ Vampire’s don’t settle scores, we harbor them. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve always been my own teacher. And I must confess, I’ve been my favorite pupil as well. ❜
  • ❛ All of your wishes have come true. ❜
  • ❛ Did the cries of the dying ring so thickly in the ears of those who can hear them? Has even more blood been shed? ❜
  • ❛ Is that an invitation? ❜
  • ❛ You know, you’re brave joking like that. ❜
  • ❛ Why should we hide? We are the powerful. We are the immortal. ❜
  • ❛ The world is our garden. ❜
  • ❛ She takes pleasure in only one thing: destroying life. ❜
  • ❛ I knew I left that journal somewhere. So, was it a good read? ❜
  • ❛ Her blood is like liquid fire. ❜
  • ❛ A vampire’s life is a life of discretion. ❜
  • ❛ Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot? ❜
  • ❛ Finally those you love are simply, those you love. ❜
  • ❛ You must know we do not really change over time; we are as flowers unfolding, we merely become more nearly ourselves. ❜
  • ❛ So, after all this time, what’s the occasion? ❜
  • ❛ Warms my blood to see you all gathered plotting against me. ❜
  • ❛ Goddamnit, do it yourself. ❜
  • ❛ It’s an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give us a greater lustre to our colors. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not as precious as you think. ❜
  • ❛ Real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally, they have to do with the menace of a memory . ❜
  • ❛ There is no wrong! There is only desperation. ❜
  • ❛ Why so surprised, my love? You’ve called, I’ve come. ❜
  • ❛ You must be dead to the world. ❜
  • ❛ We’re going to dismember him, bleed him dry. ❜
  • ❛ They believed in nothing and now they are nothing. ❜
  • ❛ Do you think of anyone but yourself? ❜
  • ❛ Humans are animals, brute creatures. Their destruction can only make sense. ❜
  • ❛ You will not touch her! ❜
  • ❛ Come, let me show you what it means to live in the light. ❜
  • ❛ They worship me. Millions of arms reach out to embrace, beg me to come into their lives. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t have time for this. ❜
  • ❛ You’re beautiful to me because you’re human. Your frailty. Your short years. Your heart. All that suddenly seems more precious than anything I’ve ever known. ❜
I’m trying not to be so damn bitter about this, but it feels impossible when all I can think about is all the good memories we had. I hate it. I know you’re not the same person anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want the old you back.
—  you’re not sorry, but i am. too bad i’m not the one that’s wrong // an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #26
  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she actually means: the book of life is an extremely underrated movie and needs more love asap. It has everything a good story needs. It's about growing up, has action, adventure, MUSIC, humour, romance, strong female and male characters. Hey also it will probably make you cry. Damn like it probably has the best god damn ot3 you'll ever have the pleasure of spending one hour and thirty five minutes with too??? Also did I mention its animation is fucking beautiful?

“Damn, I hate mathematics.” You mumble angrily and close the book.
“You know I can help you if you want.” Kurt says, smiling to you.
“No, you have to learn for the test tomorrow.” You say with a sigh as you open the book again.
He just rolls his eyes before he disappears and appears behind you.
“You know that you have two healthy legs?”
“I just want to impress you.” He responds with a cocky smile and you laugh quietly before you give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t worry, I love the walking Nightcrawler too.”
“Good to know.” He kisses you. “And now, let’s learn.”
You shake your head at his enthusiasm and show him the math problems.
He starts to explain, but the only thing you can concentrate on is his head on your shoulder and his beautiful soft voice.
“Hey, you don’t listen.” He says indignantly and suddenly he sits on his chair again.
“I better stay here.” He mumbles and you’re pretty sure that he blushes under his blue skin.

Okay so don’t laugh, but I spent the entire Harry Potter series thinking that a ‘jumper’ was one of those footie pajamas. It was not until I watched the movies that I realized oh shit they’re sweaters.


Spoiler Alert

(that’s the title, not a warning)

Just a dumb idea I got from a Friends gif.

Beast Boy lounged on the treasured couch in the tower, staring aimlessly but happily at the ceiling while the TV filled the room with background noise. He wore a tuxedo, minus the jacket, tie and and shoes, all cast carelessly about him. Today had been a good day. A great day. A day for the history books. He looked across at his sole companion in the common room, already changed into comfortable sweats and an even more comfortable sweater, nose in a ratty old copy of her favourite novel.


She had looked pretty damn good in that dress, too. He had thought about telling her so but was privately convinced she knew exactly how good she looked. Still, that didn’t stop her from swapping it for her current attire almost as soon as they had arrived home. He grinned in her direction, waiting for her eyes to meet his. When they did, he winked cheekily and spoke.

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The first time i saw the outsiders cast

Darry: omg u would b the hottest sugar daddy

Two-bit: wait a sec i know u from somewhere


Johnny: bro u r literally always so hot in every movie tone it down

Sodapop: your so beautiful why am i not swooning rn

Dally: ok ur not even half as hot as sodapop why am i swooning 

Ponyboy: AH WHEN I READ THE BOOK I DID NOT PICTURE U THIS HOT, R U EVEN FOURTEEN? I DON’T EVEN BELIEVE U WHAT THE FUCK UR BOD IS TOO GOOD FOR A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD. DAMN C THOMAS HOWELL UR LEGIT HARRY STYLES X2. OMG WHO CAN BLEACH THEIR HAIR IN AN OLD CHURCH FOUNTAIN AND STILL LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN GOD. YOur face is too stunning and strikingly unique, and i’m two seconds away from selling myself to who is now a 50 yr old man, so i think i’m just going to turn the tv off before i scream.  why does the very way u fall after you’ve been punched in the face attract  me???!??!? what the fuck? WHAT the fuck? what the fUCK!! something is so wrong right now gotta blast omg power button 

An Actual Scene From Supernatural:

Dean: Cas! *laughs* Damn, it’s good to see you.
Dean: [brushes a finger across Cas’ cheek] Nice peach fuzz.

Castiel: How did you find me.
Dean: The bloody way. You feeling okay?

Benny: Why’d you bail on Dean?
Dean: [defensively] Dude.
Benny: The way I hear it you two hit monster land and hot wings here took off. I figure he owes you some back story.
Dean: Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas, obviously he kicked it’s ass, right?
Cas: [ashamed] No.
Dean: [dumbfounded] What?
Cas: I ran away.
Dean: [disbelieving] You ran away??
Cas: I had to.
Dean: That’s your excuse for leaving me with those gorilla wolves?
Cas: Dean.
Dean: You bailed out and what, went camping? - I prayed to you Cas, every night.
Cas: I know.
Dean: You know and you didn’t… [taken aback] what the hell’s wrong with you?
Cas: I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived.
Dean: Join the club!
Cas: These are not just monsters, Dean, they’re leviathan! I have a price on my head, and I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to… to keep them away from you. That’s why I ran.
Dean: [relaxes] [understands]

Dean: Hold on, hold on. Cas, we’re getting out of here. We’re going home. 
Cas: Dean, I can’t.
Dean: You can.

Dean: Hey, we’ll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you.
Cas: [brokenly] Dean…


Dean: Let me bottom-line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Understand?
Cas: I understand.

okay but imagine the harry potter series exactly as is but with the voldemort from AVPM instead. imagine everyone freaking out over the return of a tap dancing voldemort with really good abs. imagine all of the urgent, somber speeches where the trio are sure they won’t make it out of the fight this time. cut to the climactic fight and voldemort is just kind of sighing wistfully, wondering what quirrell is up to right now, and harry and co. have these intense battle faces on but voldemort is too busy fantasizing about being back at home playing video games while quirrell reads his boring books to remember why he was there in the first place. imagine the hug between voldemort and draco, except instead of being awkward voldy tackles the kid in a fricking bear hug of affection and suddenly draco is conflicted because he still doesn’t want to be a death eater but damn Voldemort gives some good hugs and he really needs more of those. and imagine the humourless, super serious death eaters, imagine lucius fricking malfoy, pledging to devote their entire evil existence to a man who entrusted a piece of his very soul and the key to his immortality to a poster of zac efron

I read the whole novel straight through. And I got up and drank water, man. You should’ve seen me. I couldn’t move. That’s what a good writer will do to you. He’ll damn near kill you…a bad writer will too.
—  Charles Bukowski, on the first time he read Celine
You had a good girl.
An amazing girl.
But maybe it was the drugs.
Maybe there were too strong.
Were the drugs from your doctor or your neighbor across the street.
Either way they took you from her.
You lost her.
Damn do you regret it.
Do you regret letting marbro blacks kiss your lips instead of her own?
Do you regret letting her go?
When did you realize she was the one you were meant to be with?
When did you realize you lost her and if we are only meant to love one person in the end that you are screwed so you went and got waisted to sad and alone to even drunk text her.
How can you not miss her?
She loved you with more love than your own mother gave you?
And now you’re just stuck on the idea that the other girl can replace her, but we all know the truth she can never be replace.
Because she is the one who’s meant for you.
But you lost her.
—  bnm

i was going through this old book of religious motifs from churches and im so disappointed!! Thot this was a mouse bc the cross looked like ears. anyway sheep are good too but damn :( bible mouse

My best dude @silly-lioness tagged me! Danke dir! 

Current job?
No, job. Just a student.

I can write pretty good. Also drawing and horseback riding. I’m also kind of good when it comes to chemistry and economics.

What’s a goal you are working towards (or have already achieved)?
Step 1: Finally finishing the damned book. 
Step 2: Finding a publisher who is degenerated enough to publish it.

What’s your aesthetic?
A lonely centipede crawling over sterilized dental instruments. Also a rusty shopping cart standing in the middle of a sunflower field.

Do you collect anything?

A topic you always talk about?
Shitty and awful jokes. Sometimes even awfully shitty jokes. 

Pet peeve?
The “haha, I’m just so crazy” kind of people. As a rule of thumb, when people say shit like this chances are high that they are the most boring people you will ever meet. 

Good advice?
Don’t be too polite to say “No, fuck off”

Recommend 3 songs:
Aimless Device - No Friend of Mine
Cool Kids Of Death - Nagle zapomnieć wszystko

I’ll tag: @mathiasismywhore, @itstimewehavesomesoliddick, @spartanchan and everyone else who wants to do this.

Happy Birthday??

Got inspired to write a little something something for Steve’s birthday!!!! In all his American goodness. :P Also, thank @fvckingavengers for the no pants idea.

And thank you to @marvel-ash for editing this for me!!! You rock!

Warnings: Lil smut, nakedness (nothing too descriptive, still new to these shenanigans), Fluff, birthday-ness!!

Idea: 4th of July, Happy birthday Steven Grant Rogers!!!!

Steve x Reader

Word count: ~2800. Yikes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, nor it’s characters. I just enjoy writing them, and am certainly too poor to sue.


    Things were too damn quiet around the tower for your liking. You figured everyone was on missions, and being alone on the Fourth of July didn’t exactly bother you all that much. It was still pretty early in the day, and you figured you’d have to get out of bed at some point, though your book was just too good to put down. Forcing yourself, you tucked the bookmarker in the center of the area you were reading, before gently closing the book and placing it on your side table.

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Morning Struggles

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Words: 466

Mornings were hell. Wait, no, that’s an understatement. Mornings are torture. Who even invented such a thing? I’ve never understood the concept of it. Neither did I understand you’d need to wake up in the pits of the night to have 8 hours of lectures and later be given an extra 8 hours of work. What genius invented this?

“Rise and shine, lazy.” He said as he opened my curtains and let the satanic light in, in my once pitch black room.

I let out a screech as the light fell on my face and hid under my warm cocoon of covers. My books of last night’s study session tumbled on the floor with my sudden movement.

“Damn it.” I whispered angrily.

“Good morning to you too.” He said amused.

I grunted in response and continued hiding in my safe place called my bed, pretending this day never happened and gladly closing my eyes again.

“It’s 10 A.M., [Y/N]. Time to wake up.” He said as he nudged my cocoon.

“No.” I grumbled. “It’s weekend, I have no classes, leave me in my sacred world of sleep.”

He fell silent as I turned and tried to catch up some sleep. Yet, it was creeping me out how silent he was. Normally he’d push me out of bed at this point or just drag my blankets of me. But now? Nothing. That’s just suspicious.

I let out one arm as I searched for him. “Der?” I murmured.

My hand fell on his chest as I came to look up at him. He looked at me with such an intensity, as if he was contemplating what to do in this situation.

“What’s wrong?” I murmured as I tried to grab his hand without moving too much out of my bundle of warmth I created overnight.

“You sound and look like you haven’t properly slept in a month, [Y/N].” He said. “Do you even sleep?”

“I do,” I said. “Just not as much as humanly needed?”

Derek sighed as he watched me nuzzle deeper into my pillow. He grunted and crawled into bed with me.

“What are you doing?” I asked tiredly.

“If you get to sleep more, so do I.” he replied.

An airy laugh escaped my lips as I snuggled up to him. “Whatever you say, sourwolf.” I mumbled.

His strong arms wrapped around me and tightened their embrace as he laid a kiss upon my forehead.

“You really shouldn’t force yourself to study until 4 in the morning, [Y/N]. It won’t help, and look at the results.” He whispered into my hair as I nuzzled more into his warmth and embrace.

“I know,” I whispered, “yet, I keep doing it. Shoot me.”

He cracked a smile and kissed me once again.

“Goodnight, lazy.” He cooed.