I’m just gonna leave this here.
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”
Just a typical book blog
i do not make films primarily for children.i make them for the child in all of us, whether he be six or sixty (Walt Disney)
Reblog and see if you get a color.
REBLOG IF YOU ARE FEMALE AND A FAN OF THE HOBBIT/LOTR AND TOLKIEN’S MIDDLE EARTH!!!
This is to prove to SOME people that we girls can love it too and it is not just designed for boys!!
does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work
WHAT THE FUCK IS EVENHAPPENING IM CRYING
can’t you imagine it though?
ginny’s going through a questioning phase and her older brothers keep making sex jokes so she writes in her diary “what’s a clitoris?” and tom’s on the other side like “i am a dark lord but i have a duty to this poor girl”
are you trying to insinuate that Voldemort gave Ginny Weasley the sex talk
I love how the whole harry potter fandom just calls harry an idiot for naming his kid albus severus and says ginny should’ve named the kids so they would survive childhood
like you do realize this is the girl who named an owl pigwidgeon right
Muggles are not able to REBLOG this.
REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.
my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack
I did it in the first try.
OH MY GOD.
MY COMPUTER BROWSER FROZE AND I DIDN’T REALIZE IT. I COULDN’T BREATHE.
But the lack of notes truly worries me
My mouse accidently slid off of the button and I was like, “dkfsafsa”
IM NOT A MUGGLE
*prepares party popper*
*nervously shakes the party popper*
*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*
*has a wonderful night with the party popper*
*gets married to the party popper*
It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"
what the actual fuck