jack-frosts-darkside

that-new-york-boy:

galixies:

when u tryna help out ya ugly friend

doremifarout

methhomework:

that friend that always tries to please you

beaconhillsnemeton

guineveire:

i-am-mishafuckingcollins:

princesstrumphump:

semenjolras:

myshinytardisandme:

i can feel the sexual tension

 okay wait how can you even reblog this without pointing out that after this musical number (which contains the lyric “I’ll show you how I swing”) they are shown to be wearing each others’ clothing with no explanation

WHAT.

Troy is so worried that Ryan is going to steal Gabriela. I don’t think it ever dawned on him that he was after his best friend.

every time i tell my friends that they’re shipped and they act like it’s ludicrous, i show them the clothes switch and they start to question life

dvacomalfoy

Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch; he felt his fingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping the broom with his legs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headed straight for the ground, trying hard not to pass out.

With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. His arm was hanging at a very strange angle; riddled with pain, he heard, as though from a distance, a good deal of whistling and shouting. He focused on the Snitch clutched in his good hand.

"Aha," he said vaguely. "We’ve won."

And he fainted.