if there are only dementors and prisoners in azkaban then who makes the food??? is there a dementor in the prison kitchen wearing a kiss the cook apron and making pancakes for the inmates? jkr explain yourself
me: [says something innocuous]
friend: [stops responding]
me: i did it. by pure chance, i managed to unlock the Most Offensive Phrase in the world. with one sentence i offended them, their family, their entire way of life. ours was a good friendship but it’s over now because they’re never ever going to speak to me again. i am a Disaster and i Must Be Stopped.
me as a villain fan: This character is a fascinating and complex individual, whose complexity makes them sympathetic even while the evil things they have done can never be excused, and whose story provides an intriguing opportunity to explore the dark side of the human psyche.
also me as a villain fan: This is my smol fluffy murder child. They’re such a piece of shit, isn’t it magnificent? Aww, look, they’re still covered in somebody’s arterial spray.
Three full rooms including a lake, a beautiful bedroom, and a 100 square foot Theater Room all decked out in gold curtains.
Christine’s dressing room vanity with full length mirror (the one through which the Angel of Music sings to her).
Other special features that will be better experienced than talked about here. The Phantom”s Lair will be most appreciated by those who are familiar with and enjoy the Phantom of the Opera.
10 foot ceilings
A King-sized bed with luxurious pillow top mattress
Imported hand-carved furniture
Air-jetted bathtub featuring chroma light therapy and optional aroma therapy
never say anything to a penguin that the penguin has not already said to you
this reads like a shitpost but i’m actually 100% serious.
i was walking along the side of the harbour this evening, just after all the penguins had come in from the ocean to nest. there was one penguin right by the footpath, and when it saw me it kept saying ‘höö’. so i said ‘höö’ right back. it seemed to like that, and we had a lovely conversation where we just kept saying ‘höö’ to each other. i crouched down about two metres away from it, and we kept talking, and it actually moved towards me a little bit, seeming to prefer my company to the heartless embrace of the sea.
but then i made the mistake of trying to change things up. i said ‘hweh’, which was something that a previous penguin said to me, and this penguin hated it, and fucked right off. never said another word to me. i felt so rude.
persephone's corner 