I hate the internet

I posted a sweet fluff fic about Harry and Ron. The next post was a pic of them shirtless. I died.

I wrote a heartwarming tale about Hermione. The internet responded with a meme of her in a bikini. I rage quit.

I shared a cute Harry Potter story. The internet sent me a picture of him and Draco in pajamas. I cried.

I posted a sweet story about Hermione. The internet added a scene where she was wearing nothing but a towel. I facepalmed.

I shared a cute Harry Potter fic. The internet added a paragraph where Harry was running around shirtless. I facepalmed.

I posted a fluff fic. The internet turned it into a full-blown porn. I facepalmed.

I posted a sweet story. The internet sent me a picture of the main characters in their underwear. I screamed.

I shared a cute Harry Potter story. The internet sent me a photo of Harry shirtless. I yelled.

I posted a fluff fic. The internet sent me a picture of the characters in pajamas. I cried.

I posted a fluff fic. The internet added a scene where the characters were in their underwear. I got angry.

I shared a sweet story. The internet made it into a full-blown porn. I got mad.

I posted a cute Harry Potter story. The internet made it into a dirty joke. I got annoyed.

I posted a fluff fic. The internet sent me a picture of the characters in their underwear. I cried.

I shared a cute story. The internet sent me a photo of them in pajamas. I yelled.

I posted a sweet Harry Potter story. The internet sent me a full-blown porn. I screamed.

I posted a sweet fluff fic. The internet turned it into a porn. I screamed.

I shared a cute story. The internet added a naked version of the characters. I cried.

I posted a fluff fic. The internet made it into a full-blown porn. I facepalmed.