I went to the Planetarium in Montreal today and during the show they do there’s a part where you look at stars from the earth and then “get in your spaceship” to see the galaxy and someone behind me whispered “Prepare for warp nine, Mr. Crusher” and I laughed so hard the people in front of me got angry
So a boyband walked onto the Britain’s Got Talent stage and everyone thought they were going to sing One Direction or something typical…and then they sung Stars from Les Miserables.
This is the best thing ever. Just listen to those harmonies <3
Simon’s face says “I like it against my will.”
IT’S EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMED
YES TO MORE ACTUAL TALENT IN SINGING COMPETITIONS.
HOLY FUCK THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!
imagine a muggleborn in hogwarts starts singing Bohemian Rhapsody under their breath and then another muggleborn notices and starts singing along
and then suddenly all the muggleborns in the area are belting out the lyrics and head banging and every single pureblood is left utterly confused
this is so important to me
I don’t understand why but I really hate this shade of blue
God it’s actually making me uncomfortable
No I am uncomfortable. As a color deficient person I almost never see the color blue and that is the bluest blue that has ever blued.
I believe our internal frustration with this stems from the fact that it is very similar to a certain type of computer message
do you feel the anger and frustration?
imagine Tonks and Lupin in bed, and he’s the little spoon and he turns round to kiss her only to find she’s metamorphasized her face into Snape’s and he screams and she laughs so hard she falls out the bed
I literally think about this post all the time.
Oh my GOD, Owen.
It entertains me that their organization was not even remotely secret. I imagine the locals all rolling their eyes whenever the team runs past, because it’s like when your kids are playing spy games and they’re being ‘sneaky’ and you have to pretend you can’t see them.
Whenever something really weird happens you just wander down to the docks, position yourself in front of a hidden camera, and sigh loudly. “Oh my, I sure hope that freaky alien-looking thing doesn’t eat my family. Boy, I wish there were someone around who could take care of that for me.”
And then you piss off and get lunch while they handle it, so you can avoid getting roofied.
And then you remember this little gem
“Excuse me… Have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car?”