cards against humanity / supernatural edition
requested by anon
Disney + Strong Hip Game
I just realized that Meg is like “I’m off the stage. Elsa you take over.” and Elsa is like “Aww yiss, here I fucking am.”
And then there’s Jasmine and Esmeralda flirting with each other.
YOU FORGOT THE BEST ONE
Teen Wolf meme → [1/1] Season
↳ “Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we’ve gotten to the point where a sentence like “What if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?” actually makes sense to me.”
noun. a female spirit whose wailing warns of an impending death
show me lovers screaming at each other
at least it’s showing me something I can see
Now that’s what I call justice
These sum up the only reason I would ever leave tumblr
I’m scared to come out as bi to my family in case they say it’s fake or I’m just confused so id love to have some people who agree with me so I can prove it
Bisexuals make the world go round
I feel your pain
#sam stop looking at your brother like that #like he’s the only real thing #the only good thing in this craphole of a world #like you’re wondering how is he even real #and how every day you just love him a little bit more #what is that face sam#is that the if you leave there’s nothing for me face #i have no words for you face? #what is that soft and a little sad look that i could see a 80 year old give to the love of his life he’s spent his entire life with #what is— #fine i quit i’m not even a person anymore this gif has ruined me
At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut. Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside? I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known. Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own. Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets.
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom. But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)
THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS
This appeared on my dash and I smiled. I’m glad it’s still going around, and that people are still affected by it! Definitely the most popular thing I’ve ever written…
HOLD IT! HOOOOLD EVERYTHING!
Didn’t even need to click on the gif or read what was bellow it to know who it was.
His voice rang through my head before I opened the gif.
I’ve got death inside me. It’s just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.