Ravenclaw: *sitting and listening to the rain* I like the rain, it's peaceful.
Slytherin: It'll help clean up a murder.
Ravenclaw: You wouldn't need the rain to clean up after you if you used an icicle as the murder weapon.
Hufflepuff: What is wrong with the both of you?
*Bill and Stan are facing each other*
Bill: Um...
Stan: So...
Eddie: Ugh! Just kiss already!
Bill+Stan: It's not that easy!
Eddie: Of course it is!
Eddie: Richie!
*Richie walks into the room*
Richie: Yeah?
Eddie: I love you.
Richie: Wait, wha-
Eddie: *Pulls Richie down and kisses him*
Eddie: See?
Levi : i care about all of my soldiers equally
Erwin : we have been attacked
Levi : is eren okay
I need a proper internet connection tbh. :/
Bucky was insulting him, you know, flirting.
(Based on a scene from Brooklyn 9-9)
So are we going to talk about that for Max, independence day will always be the day when she cried over her brother's dead body? And how those children are young to have this shit instead of national holiday? I just-
Eren Yeager || Chapter 74
Person A: B, I will support every decision you’ll make
Person B: So can I murder-
Person A: I will support every decision you’ll make - except that one
Draco: Potter, I’d really rather you didn’t make a big deal out of this. It doesn’t mean anything.
Harry: But you kissed me.
Draco: So? I kissed Professor McGonagall on the hand once. Don’t think it means I’m in love with you or anything.
Harry: You’re in love with me?
Draco: See, I knew you’d make a big deal out of nothing. Are you not familiar with casual hook-ups? Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss. Sometimes sex is just sex.
Harry: So you want to have sex with me?
Draco: No, you’re not getting this. I’m not interested in being your boyfriend or whatever.
Harry: You want to be my boyfriend?
Draco: Oh, fine then. Yes. If you insist. I’ll be your boyfriend, Potter. Merlin, you are so dramatic.
ITS 2AM AND THIS IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I CANT STOP WHEEZING
Quentin: wow the stars are beautiful tonight
Eliot: yeah they are
Quentin: you know who else is beautiful though?
Eliot: *blushes* who
Quentin: Fillory.