Those are the Gryffindor colours, red and gold. In the movie, they all wear ties in the colours of their house. It’s might be a coincidence that they are similar to the colours of the cricket tie you mentioned.

Ugh! The fire burned off all the alcohol and it’s just bourbon-flavoured pond water now! Why? Why did I think this was a good idea?

My jaw is lower than the waistline of those pants.

It’s definitely a nice change from her usual “woman-going-through-some-stuff-right-now” novels. I could definitely see its version of the future happening in real life some day.

That guy is the definition of “Nope!”

We told you not to open the packaging, but did you listen? Nooooooo!

Have you read any of the MaddAddam trilogy? If you liked the dystopian creepiness of A Handmaid’s Tale, you might like civilization chaotically being torn apart by our own hands.

Like, just don’t pee all over the place, that’s all I want really. I don’t want to step in pee or sit in it, or see it dribbled down the wall. My feminism has no time to give a shit about how someone else is urinating; my socks on the other hand...

I’ve always said they have the winter for it. Buffalo, you will always be an honorary Canadian to me.

Only if that thing is made of candy amirite?

The wings are supposed to go at the top there Avril.

Agree! I make my own croutons from leftover bread ends and they are the shit.

But avocado fat is the good kind of fat!!!

I also read it as SVU first. For a brief moment I totally related to that tweet.

But what if I like to sit for longer than it will take him to eat my ass out? What then??

That was not unlike watching a close up of somebody spit up. The glitter did not make it any less gross.

It looks like a kid who had a sudden growth spurt but refuses to give up her favourite outfit.

I’m actually looking for a hermit position that does not involve customer service. I mean, if I’m going to give up the internet and hot showers, I not settling for anything less than zero contact with other people, otherwise I might as well just continue working my day job and being a hermit on my off hours, but like…

Somebody has too much time on their hands. Quit it with the hashtags and make me some radish rosettes to eat with my little carrot shaped sandwiches MOM! Geeze!

Now I know that my parents never truly loved me because they never once made me rice balls dressed as pandas :(