Me, Helping A Little Girl Pick Out A Locket At The Shop: Do You Usually Like To Wear Goldtone Or Silvertone?

Dan: "tsundere" an anime stereotype of a girl that secretly loves you but doesn't want to admit it so she's being mean to you

Phil: can a boy be tsundere as well?

Dan: anyone can be tsundere

...

Dan: you're a loser phil

Dan: L-1 thats you phil

Dan: guess who is wrong? it's phiiil

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Creaking though

Stop holding your breath.

Stop holding your breath.

Stop holding your breath.

I know you know.

I’ve made friends

With the voices.

In my head.

As for the demons.

Under my bed.

Including the monster.

Watching through the glass.

And for the hands.

Coming though.

The walls.

They’re the one.

That.

Well.

We don’t get along.

We just don’t get alone.

I know you think I’m crazy.

Well the way things been.

Going.

You’re not on the wrong track.

I don’t think it’s fair.

That isn’t really.

There.

But still stair.

And very a-wear.

That you say they are not there.

My mind is starting.

My mind is starting.

Is starting to stair.

And I’m fully a-wear.

But I’m no longer scared.

No longer.

No longer.

No longer.

Scared.

Because I have unbound energy.

That everyone sees.

When I make it to this time.

I allow myself to fly.

Because I feel so alive.

As fast as a shooting star.

I’m not sure.

How far.

How far.

I’ll fly through the night sky.

As I shine.

O-o-o-o-o-o-oh S-o-o-o-o-o

Alive.

But it’ll fade.

When given time.

And I’ll become blind.

When I collide out of the sky.

I hope that I’ll be able.

To shine bright.

Through.

The night.

As I fight.

As I take.

Flight.

O-o-o-o-oh.

All night.

Like a diamond going into the night.

I’ll hold tight.

Types of Fangirls

Other girls: *fangirl cutely*

me: *raptor noises* *slams head on the table*

Accurate depiction of me spreading the joy after my otp kisses for the first time:

What does it take to teach a bee to use tools? A little time, a good teacher and an enticing incentive. Read more here: http://to.pbs.org/2mpRUAz

Credit: O.J. Loukola et al., Science (2017)

The Chrises are killing me

Deus ex machina happy endings have always bugged me Michael Vey in book seven had one let your story have consequences

249. Okay here’s the thing, Slytherins care. They really do. They care that you’re hurting, they care that they get beat down and called “evil”, they care about your problems and they care about your happiness. Slytherins care so much that sometimes, it goes unnoticed. They’re the ones sneaking little notes into your school books, telling you that you’re beautiful and that you’re smart. They’re the ones that let you cry on their shoulders, the ones who bring you chocolate when you’re sick and the ones who fix your hair before you go out on a date. 

Never doubt that a Slytherin cares, because I promise you, they do.

michael langdon fandom rise up!! (there’s just two of us)