For the first time in his eleven years, Harry James Potter got to open proper presents at Christmas, all because Ron Weasley wrote home and told his own parents that Harry wasn’t expecting anything.
What the Weasleys lacked in galleons, they more than made up for in heart.
I love the Weasleys
and if you automatically did either one of the two, or both, don’t even fucking hesitate
I used to lick my lips so much as a child in winter that they had me use prescription balm to stop me from licking them raw…
I chew little pieces of my lip off……
How the fuck.. I WAS ALREADY CHEWING ON MY LIP WTF TUMBLARGH
This is a sign of anxiety, by the way.
im dying of period cramps on the sofa and i heard someone in the kitchen and assumed it was my mom so i yelled I CAN FEEL MY UTERUS PULSING HELP and my dad came into the room with the most horrified expression on his face
i found this on my bed
I’ll bring her back and make this right.
My cousin has two deaf parents and just posted
“You don’t know the struggle until you run out of toilet paper and everyone in your house is deaf.”
and i’m laughing reALLY HARD
i think rupert grint is the only one who truly understand the meaning of being a celebrity
- he bought an ice cream truck
- he has two donkeys named shakespeare and pandora (and minature pigs!)
- he built a mini ice-rink
- a Mini fitted with special Lamborghini doors
- a hovercraft
- he’s got unicycles and banjos
- and he bought a coin-operated fairground fortune-telling machine
tell me he isn’t living the life
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.