Hello, I am Brigid and I love hanging out with the ragtag group of people I call friends.
Pausing in the middle of a fic because you can literally feel the waves of second hand embarrassment when your OTP does something stupid
I REALISE THIS PART WAS SUPPOSED TO SHOW HARRY’S FEAR FOR VOLDEMORT’S RETURN BUT OMG
HE’S SO STYLISH
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF SOMEONE WITH SUCH AN IMPECCABLE FASHION SENSE
I KNOW RIGHT? ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT IT WHEN I WATCHED WAS THAT HE LOOKS SO DAMN HANDSOME!
also today some kid mentioned the red hot chili peppers and i was like “oh i love that band” and they were like “oh yeah name five songs by them” and i listed five of my favourites and he hesitated and then said “maybe you do like them”
Why is it on a pieCE OF CHEESE
Why do you make your senteNCES CAPITALIZED AS THEY PROGRESS
because it proviDES A SENSE OF SUDDEN ANGER/REALIZATION
whats the sleepiest mineral?
Ores and minerals are completely different things
dammit jim, im a comedian not a geologist
#Can you just imagine if there were people passing by #and they heard Cedric saying that to Harry? #they’d probably be thinking that they would go to that restroom #and make looove and shit #and then when Cedric died #it made sense why Harry was like on top of him and bawling #BECAUSE HIS BOYFRIEND DIED #omg that hogwarts student probably thought they were Sherlock figuring all this shit out
I bet all the students shipped them.
I bet they called them Harric
i will never not love this post
From now on, instead of explaining what asexuality is, I’m just sending people this gif
when a teacher asks you if you understand the work and you don’t
*gets 0 on the test*
It was a strange place, the Potter’s home. It was the opposite of Grimmauld Place in every conceivable way, as if someone had looked at Sirius’ life and had said, “Oh no, this will never do!” Far from being cramped in a grimy neighborhood, the Potters lived out in the country. They could afford a mansion that stretched to the sky. Instead, they had happily settled with a cozy cottage that sat beneath the blanket of stars. The garden was always overgrown, in a tender way. Smoke always puffed from the chimney and the twinkling lights in the windows were warm and inviting.They didn’t own a single house-elf or servant. Mrs. Potter was more than happy to tend to the cleaning and cooking. Seconds and thirds were uncommon when it came to the homemade meals. When everyone’s stomachs were bursting out of their trousers, they would all retreat to the living room. Mr. Potter and James would start a game of wizard’s chess by the fire. Mrs. Potter would pour herself a cuppa and would curl up with a nice book. It was peaceful, but never quiet. Oh, no. There was always noise. There was always laughter and stories and humming and pleasant conversation. Mrs. Potter’s hands would glide across the piano as her husband merrily played the violin. There was singing and dancing. There were jokes and more laughter. There was a family and a home. And Sirius was happy to be a part of it.