"Brozen," "Bronies," what it all means is "I am so insecure about what I like that I MUST rebrand it as masculine before associating with it."
good witch of the north? good witch of the south? wicked witch of the west? wicked witch of the east? no. no, i’m the neutral witch of the northeast
I’ve always wondered what exactly Voldemort and the Death Eaters did to Florean Fortescue. Why was he so important that they felt the need to kidnap him? Were they perhaps so evil that they didn’t even want people to have ice cream anymore? Or did they just want all the ice cream for themselves?
This makes me so emotional. Mrs Weasley knew the Dursleys wouldn’t visit and that Harry’s got no other family and to hER HES PRACTICALLY HER SON SOMEONE HOLD ME
This is such an important yet underrated scene.
the world is incredible. there are girls in this world, and there are also dogs. you can put melted cheese on any type of potato. sometimes flowers grow even when nobody is there to water them. right now on this same planet where we live there are people who are in love with each other kissing each other on the nose. emotions and colours are both things that exist. everything is so great
*prolonged sigh* i shouldve posted that when more people were online
There was fatigue, there was exhaustion, and then there was what Merlin was feeling right now, which felt vaguely like death.
He’d been scrubbing the floors for what seemed like hours; his breeches were worn at the knees, his elbows ached, there were massive shadows under his eyes because he’d gotten like five hours of sleep last night. Every part of him was in some sort of pain or the other.
Merlin tried to be positive in general and it wasn’t working today. He’d been scrubbing this stupid floor for at least an hour, and before that he’d been cleaning Arthur’s dumb armor and before that he’d been cleaning Arthur’s dumb windows and before that he’d been cleaning Arthur’s dumb room and before that he’d been folding Arthur’s dumb laundry and before that he’d been drying Arthur’s dumb clothes and before that he’d been washing Arthur’s dumb clothes and overall, about an hour and a half ago, a sort of mantra had slid into his head called Why did I ever come to this stupid, dumb place anyway and it was not going away at all.