ikeaner:

when an old meme is revived through a new one

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haveahiddles:

sexualthorientation:

thescienceofjohnlock:

ima-mischief-causin-sherlockian:

brambles90:

I want these framed and in my house.


you forgot one

God yeah, you forgot the most important one.

SOMEONE PLEASE DO TOM HIDDLESTON.

the-king-himself did

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I have no idea why that is so effin sexy.

september 18th, 2008

darkfliercynthia:

being a disney princess has always been my dream but being a disney villain would be pretty cool

warheart-loki:

Tom Hiddleston - Get Loki (x)

We’re up all night ‘til the sun 
We’re up all night to get some 
We’re up all night for good fun 
We’re up all night to get LOKI!

k1mkardashian:

ariana grande reminds me of the annoying girl at school with mediocre vocals that always gets asked to sing the national anthem or something for school events 

❝ Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out. ❞
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Sylvia Plath (via myrisingvoice)

oh my god she is a fucking boss

(via glowist)

[Make me Choose] cattiepon asked: Makoto or Rei

azogthekingofflowers:

221cbakerstreet:

Thorin’s motivations in The Hobbit movie: deep, meaningful destiny to reclaim ancestral homeland

Thorin’s motivations in The Hobbit book: 

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  (via sauronsnipple)

tehjai:

steel-plated-hearts:

a kid at hogwarts who just wants to get a proper education but can’t focus because of all of the shit harry potter and his friends keep getting themselves into

Jenna B. Lacey, age eleven, knew exactly what she was going to do with her life.

She was going to go to Hogwarts, get top grades, and be the youngest female Minister of Magic by age 35.

It would have been a good plan, if she hadn’t been in the same year as Harry Potter.

*   *   *   

Year one started out great. She was sorted into Hufflepuff, did well in all her classes, and aced the exams.

A troll smashed its way through the study room she was in on Halloween, but that wasn’t going to deter her. 

*   *   *   

Year two was a disaster. People were getting petrified, and worse—the teachers had to herd them from place to place, which severely cut down on her library time. She had to study in the common room, which meant instead of a nice, quiet atmosphere, she got a soundtrack of nervous Hufflepuffs.

And on top of that, exams were cancelled. It was a disaster.

*   *   *   

Third year, she started to notice a trend.

First the troll, than the petrifications, and now dementor guards and escaped convicts. What did they all have in common? Potter.

After Black broke in and everyone had to spend the night in the Great Hall, interrupting Jenna’s last minute studying for a test the next day, she took to giving Potter angry looks in every class.

He did not notice.

*   *   *   

They announced the Triwizard tournament at dinner the first night of fourth year, and Jenna almost started crying.

Potter was going to take this one over. She just knew it.

And she was right.

Voldemort rose at the end of the year. She honestly didn’t know what she had expected.

*   *   *    

Fifth year brought Umbridge. She joined the DA because she was going to need a better background in defense, but that didn’t mean she was any happier about Potter.

She imagined it was him she was hexing instead of Zachariah Smith.

But, by the end of the year, focus on her studies was impossible. After Dumbledore left, it was complete anarchy.

Potter’s fault. Of course.

*   *   *   

Sixth year she started volunteering in the hospital wing. She needed a backup plan in case Potter fucked it up.

All seemed quiet, until they brought Malfoy in. It was apparently Potter’s fault, which surprised everyone except Jenna.

Later, she was peacefully studying in a little nook on the third floor when some Death Eaters and some other adults started dueling right under her nose.

This was the worst fucking school, honestly.

*   *   *   

They were calling it “The Final Battle.”

Jenna ran through the hall, dodging in and out of the children evacuating, until she saw him. 

“POTTER.”

He turned, startled. “Um—Jenna, right? We’re sort of busy—”

She grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up until he was eye level with her. “If I’m not Minister of Magic by age 35, it is going to be entirely your fault and I’m going to hurt you.”

She dropped him and stormed away, leaving him to whatever he was doing. She had to fight this goddamn war so she could go back to her fucking studying.

*   *   *   

She became Minister of Magic at age 36.

Fucking Potter.

I think I just found the best Harry Potter fanfic

live-life-animated:

notthedisneyyourelookingfor:

thegapperproject:

wobblywibbly:

frozendailydose:

dosageofdisney:

I was not expecting that!

I don’t think anyone was expecting that!

IT GOT BETTER

This is now officially my most favorite thing on the internet

theminttu:

Sometimes there are no words