



my dad and i play this car game called “Gazebo” where we literally just see gazebos and acknowledge they’re there like there’s not a point system or really any significance but you say gazebo and it’s kind of fun i guess

THERE HE IS, WHAT A GEM AND LOOK AT THAT FUCKING DUCKLING AH I CAN’T
love how we all know what duckling this was referring to
did it imprint him yet
protip
if someone is drawing or whatever
dont fuck them up in any way shape or form just for laughs
dont “finish someones drawing” if they leave it unattended
dont scribble across the page or the picture
dont ruin their progress because itll “be funny”
youre an asshole
when you’re so pale that your bare legs reflect sunlight and shine bright like diamonds
shine bright like a white kid
So I’m re-reading Philosopher’s Stone and I finally notice something. The night Harry first finds the Mirror of Erised is Christmas night. Rowling wrote it so Harry gets to spend Christmas with his family.
My heart just broke
The sound I maDE WAS NOT HUMAN
i’m glad we don’t have To hunt for our food any more.. i don’t even know where Sandwiches live