My dad treats Easter like its the fucking Olympics. He gets this sick enjoyment from watching us trying to find our baskets that literally could be ANYWHERE. Last year mine was suspended in air inside our fireplace. 2 years ago my brother had to scale the side of a tree to get his basket down. THIS ISN’T THE GODDAMN TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT DAD JUST GIVE ME MY FUCKING PEEPS.
I can seriously imagine Albus and James swapping chocolate frog cards and all their friends are like ‘OMG THE BOY WHO LIVED GUYS’ and they don’t even bat an eyelid ‘Yeah got the real one at home bit of a tosser really’
bit of a tosser really
500% DONE WITH THIS FANDOM
On my birthday I learned that I have a lot of trouble playing piano while intoxicated, but my mom’s sleep-deprived lyrics to Stars are pretty much flawless.
Stars
In the multitude
Are really shiny
Shiny and twinkly
Twinkly stars
Shine your light on me
So I can find the man with the bread
The man with the bread
He stole the bread
He is working in a factory
And I saw him on the street
And I wasn’t sure it was him
Until he picked up the cart
And saved the woman
And then I knew
I must get the bread back
For my Nutella
It is hard to find Jean Valjean
Because he’s tricky and smart
And he picked up the cart
And if you fall like Lucifer fell
It hurts so bad
But I will find Jean Valjean
Because he has my bread
And I need to make a sandwich
And I will hunt him down and adopt a kid
Who will become a prostitute
But maybe
At the wedding
The Thénardiers will tell on him
This I swear by the stars
It’s so frustrating
I’ll find Jean Valjean
im sorry, you must not know who i am.
im scout. the cosplay elitest. and i dont have time for talk of cosplay that isnt canon.
i cosplay hard. i cosplay with passion. and i cosplay correctly.
this is a passion. this is a talent. and this is something i do not have shit-heads suggest for me to “hey dude do this” casually with no reasoning behind it.
