fred and george weasley on the top floor in hogwarts trying to get slinkies all the way down by predicting the pattern the stairs are gonna shift in
they actually figure it out, they calculate the exact pattern, and start distributing it
suddenly, students are barely ever late to classes any more and there are significantly fewer incidents of getting lost around the castle
everything goes wonderfully for a week, all the professors are baffled but pleased
until the end of the week when the true purpose for the pattern’s distribution becomes clear. schoolwide slinky race. a thousand conjured slinkies all let loose at the same time. the rustling of the swarm of springs echoes through the halls of hogwarts. the house elves refer to the dreaded Slinky Sunday for centuries
I am not a Harry Potter fan, but this is hilarious
I love to talk things out but don’t necessarily always start by wanting to. Yet I immediately find that if I talk to someone — just to personify whatever is happening and acknowledge it for what it is instead of catastrophizing about it — it feels so much better.
you see out of context this looks like brad was helping me on some academic or professional cover letter and being a supportive friend, but in reality we were trying to write a short, 3 paragraph letter together convincing the admin of a car sex website that i am a young man in love with brad’s 1999 Honda Civic. we did this in hopes he would be convinced enough by my plight to approve my membership and give us access to an exclusive, closed forum for people in sexual or romantic relationships with their cars, trucks, boats and planes. it worked. we’re in. we’re going to read so much sexy car fanfiction we might die.
ive only been at this for 15 minutes and im in teaRS i cant BREATHE THESE PEOPLE HAVE FAMILIES AND JOBS THEDKSFFADSK
