In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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darlinghogwarts

what if elle woods from legally blonde had been harry’s lawyer during his hearing in the order of the phoenix

iamnotlikelilyevans

Elle vs. Umbridge is a fight I’d pay to see

hornyspacesnakes

Good pink vs Bad pink

emmysmusings

“You can produce a full patronus?”

“What, like it’s hard?”

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sasstricbypass

I fucking hate you guys

misty-anne

@deadcatwithaflamethrower

deadcatwithaflamethrower

I’ve seen this before, because I have it Liked, but I have no memory of this awesome.

Umbridge would end up in a properly pink biodegradable garbage bag. After Elle kicks her ass in court, of course.

humansofnewyork
“Our family lived out in the woods without electricity or running water. Both of my parents were mentally ill and believed that God spoke to them directly. They didn’t believe in education or medical care. I was the oldest of seven, and all of us...

“Our family lived out in the woods without electricity or running water.  Both of my parents were mentally ill and believed that God spoke to them directly.  They didn’t believe in education or medical care.  I was the oldest of seven, and all of us were physically abused.  The only thing that saved me is that I knew it was wrong.  I always plotted my escape.  I wrote diary entries when I was eight years old, vowing to live a different life.  And when I was sixteen I got pregnant with my first boyfriend.  The pregnancy was actually planned, because I thought it would get me out of the house.  And I was right.  My mother was so angry that she kicked me out, and I moved in with my boyfriend’s parents.  Their names were Esther and Salvi.  They had a lovely house with a fireplace.  They ate dinner every night at the table, and used napkins.  They were probably lower middle class, but to me it seemed like opulence.  Esther and Salvi showed me a different way.  They treated me like their own daughter.  When I was seven months pregnant, my raging mother came banging on the front door.  Esther let her in, and my mother started shouting.  She said I was a whore.  And an evil person.  I was terrified.  I crouched in the stairwell and listened to everything. When my mother finished, Esther replied: ‘That is not what we see at all.  Linda is a good person.  She’s very smart.  And very helpful.  And she’s going to be a wonderful mother.’  Esther helped me raise my daughter and finish high school.  I went on to become a lawyer and adopt two additional children.  But even now, 45 years later, I can still hear those words she said while I crouched in the stairwell: ‘Linda is a good person.’  It was the first time that anyone had ever stood up for me.”
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