#OP walked right into that one #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what
#Young Wizards #fanfic #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #embarrassment squick #(so I’ve been organising my bookmarks today and found this buried in a to-be-read) #(turns out it’s actually very short) #(also hilarious)
A fun sciencey set up for an AU I’ve been kicking around for a while. It’s basically just a Gravity Falls/Invader Zim crossover.
I’m calling it Camp Mystery, or Camp Mystery AU.
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#crossovers #nsfw text? #Gravity Falls #Invader Zim #comic #art #fanart #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(”unless…it doesn’t”)
it must be really weird for anyone who was taught by dumbledore and mcgonagall and the rest to become teachers and have to, like, treat them as colleagues
like, snape and lupin have one (1) thing in common and it’s a pathological inability to call dumbledore by his first name
Correct me if i’m wrong, but wasn’t McGonagall more or less in the same year as Tom Riddle?
Does that mean that Dumbledore was also her teacher?
Minerva McGonagall has called him Albus since she was eleven because she is a queen who bows to no one
The image of an 11yo Minerva McGonagall looking her new professor dead in the eye and saying “Will there be homework tonight, Albus?” is too powerful for words
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#Harry Potter #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #headcanons
It’s fucking Tom Jones? Millennials are you too stupid to realize that Tom Jones is the reason some of you exist? (Think about it for a second, you’ll get it)
Two weeks ago, my sister and I went out for breakfast at a popular cafe near her place. Enya’s ‘Only Time’ started playing halfway through our homefries, and was still droning right along as I ate my last bite of potato. Squinting, I looked up at the ceiling, looked at my sister, and said:
“Either someone’s playing ‘Only Time’ back-to-back, or ‘Only Time’ is a lot longer than I remember.”
Her eyes went huge. We lingered over our tea (a thing we normally wouldn’t do in a crowded eatery, but we had a mystery to solve) and soon confirmed that, yes, somebody was looping Enya. No one else in the cafe seemed to have caught on, but we were some of the younger people present anyway. The staff were all going about their business. Nobody was looking around with fearful millennial knowingness but us. By the sixth-ish repetition, we were in silent hysterics, biting our fists, whispering “GODDAMMIT” to each other, drawing weird glances from adjacent tables.
My sister got up to use the bathroom. Left alone with the seventh repetition of ‘Only Time’, I left my stuff at our table, got back in line, and ordered a pastry to go. As the barista rang me up, I said:
“Hey, sorry, weird question, but I have to know. Are you guys pulling a Salt and Pepper Diner right now?”
Her face transitioned from ‘polite customer service mask’ to ‘sly but delighted’ in .2 seconds. “We’ve been waiting to see if anybody would notice. Nobody’s been reacting at all!”
“Is there a prize for being the first?” I promise I was joking, but she lit up and said,
“Yes, oh my god! Do you want a cookie??”
And that’s the story of how John Mulaney won me a giant ginger-molasses cookie.
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#embarrassment squick #food #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #music #storytime
It’s a story about a clown who is wrongfully blamed for the murder of a child and is killed by vigilante townsfolk who don’t accept his innocent verdict. Years later, after bouncing from one foster home to the next, his daughter returns to Maine as an adult and decides to avenge her father… by murdering Stephen King, who she blames for inciting the anti-clown mass hysteria that killed her father.
as someone who works in the paint department of a hardware store i just wanna say that you are absolutely allowed (and ENCOURAGED!) to grab as many cards off the rack as you want so long as you don’t take more than one or two of each colour (they are free for customers but the store only gets so many at a time so please don’t just walk off with our ENTIRE supply of SW 7587 Antique Red cards)
I’m too cheap to actually buy paint so I’ve been going to every hardware store in collecting all the SW 7587 antique red cards and gluing them to my walls
You become increasingly pedantic to the point of absurdity
Stock art photos of random white symbols, incomprehensible formulas, and geometrical diagrams on a green background make you foam at the mouth
You catch yourself instigating arguments about the technical definition of a sandwich, just to rope unsuspecting, curious people into a never-ending dinner debate
In order to be internally consistent with your idealization of the abstract, you yourself strive to have zero total practical uses
When you see random UTF-8 character strings, you catch yourself looking for an operator or an equals sign
Brinens and Things 