Hilarious Jackie Tyler edit!
Thanks for the submission~! :D
I have
no idea
what you’re
talking about
i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this
apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this
seb’s the weird cousin
This is amazing oml
Seb’s the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience
@snowyseba This explains everything!
I’ve only seen this post in screenshots on pinterest. I love it.
I think you missed the other fanboy…
Love this
Everybody says Seb isn’t like Bucky… but he IS. He’s Bucky without a mask on. Bucky’s always wearing some sort of mask. Even around Steve. Seb is what Bucky would be like if he’d had the chance to just ~be~.
UH THIS
Um we’re forgetting someone…
ITS FINALLY ON MY DASH YESSS
Not to forget our “Wizard”:
Aldjaksnana
I’ve found it. I’ve found the perfect post.
it’s on my dash jdnckdmd
these dorks lmaoo
I love everyone omg they’re all so amazing???
YES
Don’t forget
Chris looks so hot in that first gif set
Omg I found THE original post! Holy shit I’ve only ever seen screenshots of this!
This post pops up on my dash every few months and I will never not reblog it.
This is too good to not reblog
Everybody see this, this is the quality trash I came to Tumblr in the first place.
This post is ALMOST perfect, but we’re forgetting someone:
Marvel has a farm wher they harvest actors [confirmed]
I’m honestly a bit disappointed that Harry apparently lost his parseltongue abilities after he stopped being a horcrux. Like it would be so cool if he ended up having a petsnake. I just imagine said snake secretly watching over his family in the house and then coming to Harry and trash talk his children: “ssshhh you won’t believe what Jamesss hasss done thisss time again…”
I can never understand how Snape apologetics can stand up for him when he CANONICALLY does this shit.
I can maybe, maybe, understand those who haven’t read the books standing up for him, because honestly the movies don’t cover all the horrible stuff he does. But those who have read the books and still stick up for him baffle me.
I mean, you don’t see anyone sticking up for the Dursley’s or Umbridge, when they do the same stuff to Harry as Snape. How is Snape any different?
“He’s Mr Punchline. He will outlive God trying to have the last word.”
Oh really not a single day without pain fuck off
And I hate to say I love you
When it’s so hard for me
And I hate to say I want you
When you make it so clear
You don’t want me
I’d never ask you, cause deep down
I’m certain I know what you’d say
You’d say I’m sorry, believe me
I love you
But not in that way
(x)
there is a fluff in the middle of the bed.
john leans against the door frame and watches it: a shock of dark curls, obstinate even in silence. almost as if daring John to say something about its presence there.
darling, john says conversationally, what are you doing?
the fluff makes a noise that could be a warning or an invitation or just a general sense of grump. john grins, his heart unabashedly pleased, and goes to sit on the side of the bed, which says, from some leggy, elbowy lump in the middle, s’cold.
it is, john agrees. you could’ve put a jumper on though, instead of crawling back into bed like a lazy arse.
the fluff wriggles and shifts, and then a nose appears beneath the fluff, just above the line of the blankets. no jumpers, the nose says imperiously. i’m perfectly happy with where i am, thank you ever so much.
john laughs and pats what could be a bum, somewhere in the nest of blankets. suit yourself. he stands, takes a step like he’s going to leave.
somehow, without moving, the fluff and the lump and the nose and the bum all take on a suddenly shy tone. you could stay, it all invites. you could come in, i mean. if you wanted. it is nice and toasty in here.
oh could i? john teases. generous of you.
the fluff shifts again, and then there are cheekbones and eye rolls, an exasperatedly fond smile and naked pink shoulders and warm seeking fingers: a whole sherlock, emerging from the depths to entice and demand. no jumpers, though, he reminds sternly, plucking at john’s clothes. hurry up, you’re letting all the heat out. then he’s gone again, disappearing back into his burrow of blankets, confident that john will follow.
john does.
But baby, it’s cold outside
Severus Snape once intended to publicly kill a student’s pet as punishment for getting a potion wrong
Severus Snape, a teacher of children, took a 13 YEAR OLD’S PET and TRIED TO POISON IT and then proceeded to PUNISH THE STUDENT because the pet didn’t die
Severus Snape is a whiny, petty, self-absorbed abusive piece of shit there is no arguement here
I’m not saying this isn’t true, but what book is this in?
Prisoner of Azakaban. During their first potions lesson, Neville misbrews a shrinking solution. As punishment, Snape says he’ll feed Nevill’e incorrect potion to his toad, Trevor, and that the potion will be a poison and kill his pet.
Hermione helps him correct his potion, and when Trevor doesn’t die, Snape takes 5 points from Hermione
Reminder also that Trevor was a gift to Neville from his Uncle for getting into Hogwarts- a feat none of his family thought possible because he wasn’t “magic enough”.
So to him, Trevor is more than just a pet, he’s a reminder that he is a wizard and that his family are proud of him- and Snape wanted to kill him because he got a potion wrong i.e- because he wasn’t “magic enough”
Severus snape is an irredeemable piece of shit idc what anyone else says the truth is there
This is where I lost all respect for JK.Rowling because she loves snape too much. Maybe she never intended to right him as such an asshole but she has to acknowledge that there is no coming back from the shit that dick did.
ladies,, is it gay that i saw a solider and felt a little shock, that all the stars and moon and sky and birds and seas and sharks and trees and even i began to cry and tremble,,, and my heart leaped in my throat i felt electric pulses in my fingertips
Did Sherlock write this
- Sherlock: Hey Mike can I use your phone?
- Mike: It's in my other coat, sorry
- John: Here, take my phone
- John: Take my whole life too, for I can't help help falling in love with you
- Sherlock: What
- John: What
Two weeks. They had only been together for two weeks before people had found out.
Draco paused before the entrance to the Great Hall and pressed his forehead against the cool stone wall. He could do this. So everyone knew that he was dating Harry Potter. So what? He had ignored the sneers when he had returned to Hogwarts for his 8th year, he had suffered through the occasional hex and had pointedly ignored any waspish comments that had floated his way. Somehow, he had endured all of this with his chin up and a disinterested look on his face.
He straightened determinedly, took a deep breath and walked in. Keeping his eyes on the wall above the Slytherin table, he still couldn’t miss how the noise of people chattering tapered off. Undeterred, he marched on. Pansy and Blaise, who had their heads close together in conversation, looked up. They glanced quickly at one another and then slid apart making space for Draco. He didn’t let the relief show on his face. Pansy was smart enough to wait until he was settled in and had filled his plate before asking, “Really, Draco? You didn’t think to tell us before we found out from a shrieking Weasley?”
Draco huffed out a sigh. “Of course I did. When we were ready you were the first people I was going to tell. It’s not my fault Weasley and Granger had the same idea we did and happened upon our broom closet.”
After giving him a searching look Pansy nodded, satisfied. She leaned in and whispered, “Tell us how it happened.”
Sneering, Draco was about to tell her to mind her own business when a hand fell on the back of his neck. He turned and found himself mouth to mouth with Harry. Whistles and cheers, and a few other less pleasant sounds, rose from around them. Panic rose thickly up his throat. He used both hands to shove Harry off of him. “What are you doing, Potter?” he whispered harshly.
Harry was looking rather taken aback and more than a little confused. He glanced at the surrounding Slytherins who were all watching with interest. Clearing his throat he answered, “I came to say good morning. I thought that since everyone knows..” He trailed off. The uncertainty in his bright green eyes made Draco uneasy, but he couldn’t ignore the panic he felt or the blush blooming on his cheeks.
“So because they know we are seeing each other it’s alright for you to maul me in front of everyone?” Draco asked.
A hint of amusement lit in Harry’s eyes. “Maul? Really, Draco. By now you should be able to tell the difference between a chaste kiss and when I’m trying to maul you.”
There were snickers around the table and a delighted laugh from Pansy. She moved over and patted the seat between her and Draco. “Potter, please do sit and tell us more.”
Draco made a choking noise. “I think that’s rather too much already. Potter, why are you sitting down?”
Harry reached for some toast and buttered it. “I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend.” He looked around at the many Slytherins still staring at him. He tilted his head to the side and added, “And all of Slytherin apparently.” More snickers.
This was too much. Far too much. And when Harry extended his hand for Draco to take a bite of his toast, he couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the toast and up at Harry again. Harry raised an eyebrow. “I am not eating toast from your hand, Potter!” Draco sneered.
Harry sighed, put the toast down and turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”
Draco huffed and looked down at his untouched plate. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure? Is it because I mentioned mauling and didn’t follow through? Because tonight-”
Horrified, Draco could do nothing but cover his eyes with a hand and weakly say, “Harry..”
Which, thankfully, was enough to shut him up.
With a sigh, Pansy offered. “Purebloods aren’t very affectionate in public, Potter. Or possibly at all, I really couldn’t say for sure since I don’t think I have even seen my parents kiss.”
There was a drawn out silence and Draco couldn’t take it
anymore. He lowered his hand to find Harry was staring at Pansy in shock. He
looked at Draco and quickly shuttered his expression. “Right. Sorry. I guess we
didn’t really have time to prepare for this.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll just
go back to the Gryffindor table.”
“No!” Draco said. “I don’t want you to leave. Just.. behave?” He smiled tentatively
and was relieved when Harry grinned at him before he resumed eating.
–
One month later.
Harry watched Draco roll his eyes at Ron. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night with Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise. Looking back at the past month, Harry couldn’t believe how smoothly it had gone and how well everyone was getting on. After that first awful morning when he had kissed Draco in the Great Hall, Harry had learned to keep his hands to himself when they weren’t alone. He was enormously relieved to find out that Draco still wanted to spend as much time as possible together in and out of their rooms. He was not embarrassed that people knew that they were together; he just did not want people to see them being intimate.
Something that Harry, several times a day, thought was a great pity. In fact, he was thinking it right this very second as he watched his beautiful boyfriend smirk at Hermione and that now familiar feeling rushed through him and all he wanted to do was kiss those smirking lips. Draco glanced at him and he must have had a dopey smile on his face because he saw the smirk fall away as Draco gave a soft smile meant just for him. The feeling grew along with Harry’s smile and he knew he should tell Draco that he loved him soon.
“Harry, Mrs Weasley wants to know if you’ll be having Christmas with us at the Burrow. She says she asked Ron to ask you ages ago, but we both figured he hadn’t said anything yet.” Hermione said, eyeing Ron who was sheepishly avoiding her gaze.
Harry laughed and quickly looked at Draco who was watching him carefully. Turning back to Hermione he answered, “I haven’t actually thought about Christmas yet. I’ll be sure to let you know my plans soon.” There was warmth and pressure on the side of his leg as Draco scooted closer to him on the bench. Harry glanced up but Draco was focused on the Butterbeer that he was busy sipping.
The conversation continued and Harry was laughing at Pansy’s impression of Filch when he felt warm fingers on his wrist. He looked down at his lap underneath the table and saw Draco’s pale hand flip over his own and intertwine their fingers. Looking up, he found Draco engaged in a potions conversation with Hermione. The only proof he had that Draco’s hand hadn’t acted of its own volition was the pink staining Draco’s cheeks. He recovered rather slowly but managed to rip his eyes away from Draco and look around the table to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. Nobody questioned the big goofy grin that stole across his features when Draco squeezed his hand either. He risked another glance at Draco and their eyes met. Draco’s cheeks were becoming pinker and he rolled his eyes at Harry, but Harry still saw the quirk of his lips.
“Wait,” Pansy interrupted them loudly. “Are you two holding hands under the table?”
Harry’s smile vanished and he made to let go of Draco’s
hand, but Draco held on.
“Yes, Pansy. We are holding hands. So what?” He drawled.
“No, I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing, Draco. I was just surprised. What made you change your mind?” she asked.
Harry was also particularly interested in this answer. He watched as Draco’s blush deepened. “Well, I thought about it and I don’t really understand why purebloods are so opposed to showing affection. The only thing I could think of was that a lot of the marriages are arranged, so maybe there was no affection there.”
Hermione was smiling and nodding at Draco while Pansy looked pensive. Blaise on the other hand, was grinning slyly. “So, Draco.” He started. ”You finally decided there was nothing wrong with showing the world that you’re in love?”
Everyone was silent, so Harry could clearly hear his heart thumping in his chest. He watched as Draco chewed on his bottom lip, face aflame. Slowly he turned to Harry, his grey eyes cautious but full. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “I did.”
And finally, Harry got to kiss his boyfriend in front of other people. And he did. Thoroughly. Even when their friends started to laugh and groan. Draco was laughing against his mouth when he pulled away and said, “Thank Merlin, because I have a lot to show.”