My Dog Took A Bullet For Me

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Every listicle about which Star Wars characters go in which Hogwarts houses is bullshit. They always make Leia a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor. Leia is a Slytherin. She was raised a princess but even that wasn’t enough for her, she was like “I’m gonna overthrow the government, bitches.”

And Han Solo is not a bad-ass Slytherin, he is a Hufflepuff, because every five minutes he is dropping his own agenda to help his friends not die doing whatever crazy shit they’re about to do.

The biggest Gryffindor in the whole trilogy is R2D2, because every beep of his can basically be translated as “Hold my beer and watch this,” usually followed by him getting zapped by something and falling over.

Molly is a puff for sure, but I am awaiting more evidence for what house Yasha would be in

bc I’m an unoriginal bench who makes the content she wants to see in the world, I am definitely thinking about a c2 critical role hogwarts au and I NEED TO KNOW people’s opinions on which houses Molly and Yasha would be in pls help

Have y’all… seen this….. proto Sam Riegel…. as Gavroche……

my mom is a well intentioned yet nosy mom and she always wants to hook me up with people. it leads to some text message gems so the other day i went through and screenshotted the best. please enjoy.

You make all my defences fall I fell in love in juvie hall

Like there's a disconnect between farmers and consumers, how its seen as a commodity, just another product to be marketed and sold.

I remember one time I was working for a farm and we supplied produce for a bunch of local extremely fancy + expensive restaurants, and the restaurants themselves had wasteful demands, like only produce of a certain exact shape etc. strictly for aesthetic purposes

and one day they wanted to advertise that they source locally so they sent all their chefs to our farm and took photos of the chefs pulling carrots and whatever else out of the ground, all smiles and laughing together, and for the hours they walked around our fields and we watched them, not a single one of them so much as made eye contact with us while we worked around them.

none of them were interested in our jobs, our names, how the farm ran, or how we actually did the work they were pretending to do.

not sure exactly what my message is here, but this experience stuck with me.

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.