I love the implication by Luna’s mum dying that spell creation is extremely dangerous. Makes teen Snape look like a total maniac. Mad scientist vibes.

My vibe about ships since forever tbh

Ngl this is kinda hilarious

eagerly awaiting the day daniel radcliffe, elijah wood, and robert pattinson just make the most fucked up bizarre unmarketable film together

Diary Tom Riddle: I shall now kill you with this giant snake that only I can control because only I speak-

Harry in Parseltongue: Guess what I can do?

Diary Tom Riddle: Even if you speak Parseltongue only I contain part of the soul of Lord Voldemort, the true Heir of Slytherin.

Harry: You're never going to believe this, but guess what?

The four penguins from Madagascar are, somehow, isekaied in the middle of the clone wars

fathers casually dropping the craziest lore of their lives in the middle of a conversation

I don’t care when my tumblr posts flop. My clout awaits me in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Confession of a grieving Palestinian, forever away from home.

(For the record, hopelessness does not mean giving up. When you feel like you can do so little, just do what you can. Donate. Protest. Scream the truth.)

this, in the same way as "you should know the law so you can break it more effectively"

the "canon isn't real we make our own rules" to "i am begging you people to revisit the source material" pipeline

the way being employed keeps you from video games and other various activities is so sick. genuinely demonic

Strawberry Hill House—a Gothic Revival villa that was built in Twickenham, London 1749

The super bowl or whatever I'm not american

one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

So many Palestinians’ lives will just never be the same. Even on the chance that a ceasefire is declared, which even that isn’t forthcoming, it will not undo the trauma of having your home destroyed, of having the cafe you dwelled every day reduced to rubble, of digging among ruins to see your loved ones one last time, of living in makeshift encampments that are bombarded by airstrikes day and night, of experiencing a live genocide while the world does absolutely nothing to stop it. Those people have seen things they can never speak of—and still we have people chalking it up to “exterminating Hamas,” to “Arabs being terrorists,” to “both sides are in the wrong.” The least we owe Palestinians is a free Palestine, but it’s far from the last thing.