How Did I Just Figure Out That Rob Cantor Was The Vocalist For Tally Hall???

How did I just figure out that Rob Cantor was the vocalist for Tally Hall???

Never mind all these beautiful historical dramas I want a modern day sit com about the Romantic poets like

Byron, Shelley, and Keats are roommates.

Byron is constantly a dick and Keats is constantly like “fight me” and Shelley is constantly exasperated. 

“I swear to God, George, if you even think about fighting him-” “Well he asked me to.”  “He’s also five feet tall.” 

Felicia Hemans lives across the hall from them and everyone thinks she’s really sweet because she bakes a lot and dresses conservatively but she is constantly lowkey throwing shade at everyone. 

Byron hates her because she’s better than him at everything. 

Mary Wollstonecraft also lives in their building and owns a lot of t-shirts with feminist slogans on. 

Every time she bumps into Shelley in the hallway he asks whether her daughter is coming to visit any time soon. He is much less subtle about it than he thinks he is. 

Byron frequently gets into flame wars with people on the internet. 

“George it’s 3am why are you still awake?”  “Someone was talking shit about Pope.” “Not again.” 

At this point, Keats and Shelley have a script they can run through every time they open the door to a crying person asking why Byron never called them back. 

A running joke in which there is a loud noise every time someone says Shelley’s middle name correctly. 

Another running joke in which Byron and his sister constantly get mistaken for a couple. 

Well uh, OCs.

None of mine have their natural hair color.

Probably says something about me...

“My Life" by Dr. John H. Watson

Why they never talk about no magic home ec class in Hogwarts.

Clearly they have spells for it.

Molly Weasley has knitting needles going, and while house elves do the cooking at Hogwarts presumably they use some magic there to keep up with the giant work load, and iirc, Molly uses magic to cook. 

So, where the home ec class at. Where the muggleborns with dread in their eyes thinking it’ll be a normal like, cooking class, [Harry all excited thinking he’s gonna ace this class or at least do alright, since he cooked for the Dursley’s], and then the first half the first class is a lesson about how you’ve got to earn the respect of your measuring spoons. Otherwise they’ll argue with you on how much has to go into a recipe. Harry has a kind of tentative conversation with his and they work with him after he realized they were an older set used to students forcing them to work for them. Talks to them gently and asks if they think a little more or little less should go into a recipe, or if they think he should add an ingredient now and then because they’ve made the same thing over, and over. Harry trying to make Molly a sweater in return for the one he got because he doesn’t know what to do with having gotten gifts, and only really managing a rather lengthy and oddly tensioned scarf made from the best yarn he could find out of a catalog he found on the shelf in the classroom. The professor was just delighted he’d decided to keep at knitting and crocheting [he may have… mixed the two] after they’d finished the unit, to make a gift.  

Where’s Hermione having a long drawn out conversation with the home ec professor about how it’s ridiculous to devote magic to knitting when you can do it by hand, and the professor countering about the time saved by simply using enchanted needles or a charm. The conversation takes up the entire period but a teacher actually takes Hermione seriously for once because effective division of effort/time is a very important skill to learn and it’s what they’re there to teach. Wheres Ron answering all the questions like a fucking CHAMP because managing in his family has basically made his ass a pro at everything– budgeting a vault? On it. Spelling how many cauldrons to feed how many people with how much food? On lock like it’s fucking Azkaban. Best herbs and plants to grow for general– he has already finished the worksheet/in-class essay that was on the board and is fucking around with his quill. He gets called on, his string bean ass gonna have the answer while kinda being shocked at himself that he actually does, because– like many poor ass people– we manage resources really damn well when we know what we have. And we very rarely let it get away from us.

Where’s the rich-ass purebloods that know finances and shit because they’re taking over family blood-line affairs when their older and their parents drilled that into their heads, but can’t cook/sew/anything else to save their life till they learn. Where was Oliver Wood trying to make Healthy Food Things for the quidditch team for Extra Energy and just making a mess. The Twins making a totally harmless banana pudding and selling it in their store and NO ONE KNOWING WHAT IT DOES, everyone panicking because they’re SURE they did something.

We were robbed of so much is all i’m saying.

Just kinda wanna be braless and eat fruit in peace tbh