Ah, Bisexuality Day, when Freddie Mercury visits all the bisexuals who’ve been good the past year and gives them presents
Ha ha, I can’t believe you still think Freddie Mercury is real. Everybody knows it’s really your parents.
IT IS FREDDIE. I’VE SEEN HIM! HE COMES TO YOUR HOUSE AND LEAVES YOU OSCAR WILDE BOOKS AND MARLON BRANDO MOVIES.
My body is ready.
I know it’s mashed potatoes and gravy but is it bad that I thought it was ice cream and caramel?
…it is ice cream and caramel
why would anyone put mashed potatoes and gravy in an apple
Y’all bullied someone straight off tumblr bc of mashed potatoes lmao
dude…look at Sam though. this is Sam Winchester before the angels fell from Heaven and before the Leviathan came. This was before he jumped into a hole that led to hell, and before he lost his soul. It was before he lost his brother and father and Bobby and Jess. Before he knew a Prophet would write books about him. This is Sam Winchester when he thought he’d left his family behind. And the hunting and killing and getting dirty, and getting hurt. This is Sam Winchester with his friends, on a sunny day, with a book smart job just around the corner for him.
No shortage of Floo powder has ever been reported, nor does anybody know anyone who makes it. Its price has remained constant for one hundred years: two Sickles a scoop. Every wizard household carries a stock of Floo powder, usually conveniently located in a box or vase on the mantelpiece.
The precise composition of Floo powder is a closely guarded secret. Those who have tried to ‘make their own’ have been universally unsuccessful. At least once a year, St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries reports what they call a ‘Faux Floo’ injury – in other words, somebody has thrown a homemade powder onto a fire and suffered the consequences. As irate Healer and St Mungo’s spokeswizard, Rutherford Poke, said in 2010: ‘It’s two Sickles a scoop, people, so stop being cheap, stop throwing powdered Runespoor fangs on the fire and stop blowing yourselves out of the chimney! If one more wizard comes in here with a burned backside, I swear I won’t treat him. It’s two Sickles a scoop!’
#I HAVE DREAMS LIKE YOU NO REALLY. #JUST MUCH LESS TOUCHY-FEELY. #THEY MAINLY HAPPEN SOMEWHERE WARM AND SUNNYYYYYYYYYYY. #ON AN ISLAND THAT I OWN TANNED AND RESTED AND ALONE. #SURROUNDED BY ENORMOUS PILES OF MOOONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
If you didn’t just sing that, you’re lying