I'm really sorry you had no joy in your life in regards to Harry Potter. I read the first book when I was 9, grew up with the characters, and at 25, I still actively love the series and can talk about it (and what it taught me and the non-canon aspects of the story) for hours. I bonded with friends in high school over…

Dude, Sirius and James were like the OG Weasley twins. And yeah, I had a massive pre-teen crush on Sirius Black (and if we're going to be honest, it never really went away!). He's a great character, definitely one of the influential out and multi-dimensional characters in the series. Fred and George were pretty great…

What did Elmer Fudd say at the Battle of Long Island when the British redcoats overran the revolutionaries?

What about Sirius?! I was crushed for years after reading the end of that book.

But seriously she could have saved an entire character. And the obvious choice is Fred Weasley.

Friends hasn't ended. We are on a break.

Just outside my city limits is a huge landfill mountain. Thousands of gulls live there because its a 24/7 buffet for them. One day I hit a gull and killed it, it flew in front of my car and I couldn't avoid it. The next day I was driving the same route at about the same time, and I swear about 15-20 gulls were…

In all seriousness: my favorite fact about myself is that I am no longer self loathing. It is awesome. I was thinking about it the other day and as a now adult, I no longer can even put myself back into my depressive state. I mean, sure, I can remember cutting and burning, I can remember hating myself, I can remember…

I read through this entire comment with the assumption that you were annoyed that your SO was continually sneaking off while on dates with you to have sex with people in the public restroom, before figuring out which type of "girlfriend" you meant (probably).

Mere trifles like facts and reality mean nothing to my daydreams.

God is a fairy tale and those who believe in him are morons. Bear God, on the other hand, is totally really and if you don't believe in Her Ursine Glory, you're a disgusting heathen who will not get 72 Pic-a-nic Baskests in Bear Heaven.

You entirely missed the point. But I'll bite at your comment anyway. I'll believe this doesn't have patriarchal roots the moment I see a father recite a poem warning all the girls his future son may date not to break his heart, too.

"What we have is not a war against fakery, it is a war against that which displays itself as fakery; we're all supposed to be pretending that we're naturally wide-eyed and soft-skinned and blushing and blemish-free. Women are expected to be photorealist portraits of femininity, not expressionist canvasses; lies are…

Dean Winchester, is sad, as well.

Pass the prune juice and cold liver oil, my 24 year old body is feeling the strain!

My father's a pastor. I used to have a cocker named Sadie that was the sweetest girl ever. I told my Dad that Sadie was the best Christian I knew: always loving, never holding your mistakes against you, perfectly at peace with everyone. I knew he didn't believe dogs go to heaven.

By the way, this seems like a good a time as any to point out that my spirit guide, Mr. Burt Reynolds, starred in the film All Dogs Go To Heaven. If that's not proof of a dog afterlife, I don't know what is.

Awww, my dog has an ancient soul. I feel she wandered the tundras of the unexplored world with our kind long before civilization as we know it started. I'm sure she spent all that time looking for a ball. Because in her mind BALL IS WONDERFUL OMG DO YOU HAVE BALL I LIKE BALL I WILL BRING YOU BALL IS THAT BALL WAIT LET…

I just wanted to thank everyone who replied to me two weeks ago here about my mother's terminal cancer diagnosis and her decision to not take treatment. I felt so much better in my choice to not join my sisters in guilting my mother into doing something she didn't want to do after receiving support from other…