can you imagine remus harping on sirius all the time for smelling like a wet dog, and sirius one day gets so tired of it that he just bathes himself in amortentia so he’ll smell like things remus loves. and then he just smugly goes up to remus, “what do i smell like now?” and remus just rolls his eyes like, “you smell like chocolate and wet dog, nice try covering it up.”
I love Neil Gaiman so damn much. Best advice on how to raise a reader—let them read…whatever they want to read.
if you aren’t hyped about synthetic life and colonizing space then get out of my face
George Takei describes the moment when he and his family were sent to an internment camp.
After a long afternoon of moving furniture I decided that my sweaty, beet-red face should be on an advertisement. Come on down to Dixie where it’s fucking hot. All summer. Just 95+ degrees and humid every day. Mosquitos everywhere. Racists and homophobes everywhere. Drive thirty minutes to buy milk. But look at the beautiful landscape! Totally worth living an hour from a suitable hospital. Move to Mississippi folks!