McGonagall: Just Who Do You Three Think You Are?

Sirius: You know you're not my mum, right?

McGonagall: You stop acting like my child, I'll stop acting like your mother.

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

Hi, my name is Toony/Trickster, a nonbinary, black, disabled, autistic, queer 18 year old and I’m getting kicked out of my house by my abusive, transphobic mother for having a panic attack.

Yesterday my mom and I got into an argument where she slapped me, called the police on me twice (for no reason, and she often does this knowing damn well I’m terrified of the police), punched me and slammed my hand into a door to the point where I couldn’t move it.

Along with this, she called me retarded, mocked me for crying after she hurt me and said “she can’t handle me being trans due to the mental illness aspect.” During the instance where she slammed my hand into the door, the beginning of the frame began to crack and the door can’t shut correctly.

I don’t know how long I have here and I need to find a place to live, prefably in the Western Massachusetts area near Springfield so I can get to school and work.

If you think you can help me, or provide anything in this situation, my inbox is open. My CashApp is $tuxedosam , and any amount of money will go towards an apartment or transportation to work or school.

Please reblog and spread this as much as you can, I need to get out of here.

The notes are broken. This is what tumblr is all about apparently.

Remus: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Sirius: What if it bites me and it dies?

Remus: That means you're poisonous.

Sirius: What if it bites itself and I die?

Peter: That's voodoo.

Sirius: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Remus: That's correlation, not causation.

Sirius: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

James: That's kinky.

Remus: Oh, my god.

Draco, watching the Little Mermaid: Why is she brushing her hair with a fork? What???

Harry, crashing through the door: it's a dinGLEHOPPER. TALK TO ME ONCE YOU'VE EDUCATED YOURSELF you UNCULTURED SWINE!!!!

everyone who reblogs this will get gordon ramsay in their inbox