First, smile.
Then ask them to sit down…
Proceed with the explanation and try to avoid any spoilers….
Without killing yourself in the process.
Once finished… proceed with smacking your friend for making you re-feel all of the emotions that destroyed you when watching the show.
The End.
It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:
It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.
These last few days my feeling have been all over the place. And Dan And Phil always make that better.
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
I was in the hospital for mental health reasons and one of my first thoughts was "shit I'm going to be so behind in school." I ended up being there for a week most of my teachers didn't care the two that did had there own mental health issues
when adults tell teenagers that the dull ache of high school is just a survivable mess that they’re making up to be worse than it is, i think of this:
when i was in sophomore year, i was in an accident and the left side of my face was hit. i sat in the emergency room with a clearly broken nose and blood coming out of a laceration on my cheek. and i did my homework. i did my homework with a black eye swelling up, with little red fingerprints on it.
and he told me to redo it. that it wasn’t good enough. the assignment itself was worth maybe five points out of a hundred. he wouldn’t forgive me for it. when i explained about my concussion, he told me to do it somewhere dark.
we don’t make it up. the value of our lives becomes almost nothing at all. the quality of living that is allowed is so low that students learn to apply it to themselves. they are useless, unimportant, a machine to figure out problems without any food, sleep, family time. nothing. we call teenagers moody because something in them breaks a little. we don’t say: they are stressed beyond measure and they believe their own physical health is less important than the quality of the product they’re forced to produce. we don’t say: wouldn’t you be moody too?
Why the hell not it probably won't work anyway
every single person who reblogs this
every
single
person
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
Meanwhile I'm buryed under 2000 different fanfictions from a03 "okay" is a pipe dream
"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think