Hello My Hand Is Gonna Fall Off

Laurent: I want to fuck and kill you

Damen: what

Laurent: I want to fucking kill you

Everytime Draco comes on screen during Half-Blood prince, my soul is split into another Horcrux.

So... I decided to rewatch Voltron. Here are some of my favorite stills of Keith (forever my favorite character <3)

was not tagged, but this is too cute to pass up!!

I tag @acaridad​, @annabellelux​, @pastel-pink-death​, and anyone else who wants to do it!!

I got tagged @folatefangirl to do this picrew, thanks! :D

I tag @bonbonlanguage, @pitaiya, @gwendolynlerman, and anyone else who wants to do this! :))

It's so weird to go from thinking "wow, these 15 year olds on Tumblr are so old" to thinking "wow, these 15 year olds on Tumblr are so young"

Carry On Alternative Ending:

It's the Summer before Eighth year again. Baz isn't kidnapped by numptites. The visitings never happen. The political climate is deteriorating as is Simon's and Baz's relationship. Simon and Agatha are still together.

Needless to say, nothing in Carry On happens.

The year goes on as the ones before it, and before they know it, Simon and Baz are having their big fight. Simon has Baz on the ground, and he's holding his swordtip over Baz's heart. Simon can't read his face, though there's a tear slipping down Baz's face. A few feet away, on either sides of Simon and Baz are Penny, Agatha, Dev, and Niall.

"Do it," Baz says.

Simon grimaces, his brow furrowed. He looks troubled. Baz can't understand why. "I never wanted it to come to this."

Simon brings his sword down through Baz's chest.

"I love you," Baz says at the same time that Simon says "I'm sorry."

Simon drops his sword, and collapses onto the ground, just as the sun falls beneath the horizon. Before he knows what's happening, the ground is spinning out from below him and he feels as if he's being taken somewhere.

He opens his eyes and comes face to face with a 15 year old Baz.

They've been granted a second chance.

You've heard of Baz In Jeans? Get ready for Baz In Ripped Jeans

i remember during my 8th grade banquet, my songs know what you did in the dark by fob came on and me and a group of like 10 people made a circle and danced around and that's how you catch the emos

My aesthetic is setting Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury on fire while listening to Burn from Hamilton

I've been on Tumblr for so long that my art standards for myself are so high at this point that whenever people compliment my bad art I just kind "?????" Such a wild concept to me