Tom the Investment Banker from Wong Fu’s Asian Bachelorette is such a mood.

(Source: facebook.com, via hijerking)
i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?

(Source: vital-dust, via humorrelated)

(via allteenrelates)
i wish my humor translated as well as it does on the internet into real life
(via ameliastardust)
guy:
Bro: You can’t say you’re pan if you’ve only dated cis-boys Jess..
Me: Then you can’t say you’re straight since you’ve never had a girlfriend
Bro: touche…
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Bro: so you like girls?
Me: yep
Bro: so youre gonna get a girlfriend?
Me: maybe
Bro: NOW I GOTTA COMPETE AGAINST YOU TOO??
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Bro: wanna bet on who kisses a girl first?
Me: sure… $10?
Bro: okay
Me: sweet…cough up the money because i already kissed three
Bro: WHAT?? WHO?? you whore…No but seriously who because we only have like 2 lesbians in our school….
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Bro: I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR ONE MORE PUN ABOUT YOU AND KITCHENWEAR IM KILLING YOU
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Brothers friend: so your sister is pan?
Bro: yeah?
Friend: what’s that?
Bro: basically she’ll date anyone
Friend: think she’ll date me?
Bro: ew no, dude she has standered still..
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Bro: so…how was narnia?
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Mother: i dont want you going to (insert friend)’s house because you’re pan and they are too
Bro: shes 18 mom AND you had no problem with it before jess was out
Mother: yeah but-
Bro: and they’re both girls so its not like even if something DID happen she wouldn’t get pregnant or anything
Mother: yeah but-
Bro: just let her hang out with the one friend she still has
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Bro: *is complaning about something* Thats so ga- OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IT SLIPPED
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Bro: *shows me a picture of a girl* do you think shes hot?
Me: ew no
Bro: I AM TRYING TO GET YOU A GIRLFRIEND STOP BEING PICKY WOMAN WE LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE THERE ARENT THAT MANY OPTIONS
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Me: *is complaining to my brother about this dude on campus* -anyways hes so not my type
Mother: but youre pan and ‘youre attracted to everyone regardless of gender’ so you dont have a type
Bro: thats like saying because i’m straight i like every girl mom…she can be pan and have types you limp lettuce
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Bro: do you think grandma will freak out when she finds out you’re queer?
Me: hopefully
Bro: sweet…..can i tell her??
Me: no?
Bro: dammit…
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Bro: *is playing COD online in his room* Guys seriously stop saying the F slur
Bro: Seriously i dont care about your kill streak, i will shoot you
Bro: NO SCOPE! I warned you!
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Bro: you know what my favorite part of you being pan is?
Me: what?
Bro: you’re no longer grandmas favorite…now i get all the money/food
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Bro: aw fuck
Me: what?
Bro: what if you get a girlfriend one day and she breaks your heart? i can’t punch a girl!
Me: no thats okay-
Bro: HOW WILL I DEFEND YOUR HONOR???
This is so sweet actually
i just made bird noises
AWWWWW I WANT A BROTHER LIKE THIS
HES SO CUTE
(via hijerking)
That was the first Dramione fanfic (first fanfic, in fact) I ever read. It was called “Unanswered” by Kyra4 and still has a place in my top 5 Dramione of all time. I love the premise (so original), and Kyra’s Draco in this fic is exactly how I love him — dark, not a nice guy, but the readership can read between the lines to see how he’s implicitly tormented by his unrequited, secret love for Hermione.
Here’s my favourite part of the fic:
“As for my motives-” he gave a casual one-shouldered shrug “-who knows? Maybe I was working on higher orders. Orders that clod McNair knew nothing about. Maybe the Dark Lord has other plans for you, close to Potter as you are.” He paused for a moment, watching for her reaction. When she said nothing to this, merely tilting up her chin in silent, angry defiance, he went on. “Then again, maybe I was only looking out for myself. Maybe I saw a chance to get you under a life-debt, so I could use you as a trump card in the unlikely event that your side wins this bloody war. You’d make a hell of an insurance policy in that case, Granger.” Once more he paused before continuing. When he spoke again his voice was lower, quieter; and yet somehow far more intense. His slate-grey gaze, too, now seemed to pierce right through her. “Or maybe, Granger, just maybe the truth is, I’ve actually been in love with you for years, and I’ve been shadowing you for the entire battle, trying to keep you from harm’s way. It’s possible.” Those mercurial eyes were boring holes in hers. Her lips parted in shock - she almost felt as if she were underwater again; she could hardly breathe.
Slowly, never breaking eye contact with her, he bent to gather up the silvery puddle of cloth that was his invisibility cloak. Straightening up again, he graced her with a sardonic little smile as he turned once again towards the door. “Stranger things have happened. Right?”
She didn’t answer him. Her mind was reeling. She wasn’t at all sure that she could form coherent words at the moment. He shoved aside the crates that had been barricading the door, then swung it open. Outside, all was darkness, and eerie silence. The silence from a battlefield from whence the battle has largely moved on; a battlefield that is rapidly becoming a boneyard.
He didn’t step through the doorway yet - but he didn’t turn back toward her either. He seemed to hesitate like that for just a fraction of a moment. Then, “see you around, Granger,” he said softly. And vanished into the mist.
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“WAIT!”
She sat up straight in bed, as she had a hundred times before, gasping and shaking, with a cry on her lips and his voice - “See you around, Granger,” echoing in her head as clearly as if he’d just spoken those words a heartbeat ago, right there in her room.
“Wait,” she whispered again, but the phantom Malfoy from her dreams was long gone; into the mists, into the ether, away beyond the veil. ‘See you around,’ he’d said, but she hadn’t seen him around; she’d never seen him again. He’d been killed the next day, in the climax of the battle… leaving her behind with the awful, gut-clenchingly cold feeling of a profound debt unpaid.
- “Unanswered” by Kyra4
<3
The unresolved chord in this fic had my heart clenching, seriously. I fell in love with the potential that Dramione represented right there and I’ve never looked back.
The fic that’s beautifully written, but obscure… hmmm… there are a lot of them, actually. Here’s some that I really enjoyed and you might as well (this is FAR from a complete list… just some I pulled out of my FAVS on fanfiction.net):
- After All This by Beringae
- Building Sapphire Skies by anondracomalfoy
- Ceiling Tiles by inadaze22
- Diary of an Illicit Affair by LoveBugOC
- Even If by whiteferrets
- First by Lady Alinor
- Forever Kind of Valentine by Avari20
- ForeverGlow by Witchiepooh
- Fourth Time’s the Charm by horcruxnumber8
- Introduce People With Thoughtful Details by captainraychill
- King of the Pickup Artists by Punkindoodle
- Kiss Me Goodbye by Twilight to Midnight
- Life After Grief by Mel88
- MargaritaVille by Kyra4
- Of Teacups and Raindrops by MuslimBarbie
- Remember Me by ElectricFlowerChildren
- September First by captainraychill
- Sins of the Father by darkrivertempest
- The Drums of War by Golden Scribbles
- The Malaria Visions by galfoy
- The Pariah by wonderwoundedhearers
- Two Lumps of Coal by AkashaTheKitty
- Unspoken Rules Should Be Broken by CelticSass
- Viva La Revolution by Rizzle
- Waiting by empathapathique
Cute when people ring the doorbell thinking I’ll answer. Even if you know I’m in here even if you hear me and even if you look through the window and we make eye contact I won’t answer! Do something about it! You won’t
(Source: lobotomybarbie, via ugly)