cinemaspam:

Twist the bones and bend the back
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Trim him of his baby fat
Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca
Give him fur black as black

Just like This

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buttfuckingbrothers:

[AGGRESSIVELY DOESN’T MAKE ANY ATTEMPT AT INTERACTION BUT STILL WANTS TO BE YOUR FRIEND]

Oct 01 · 163,597 notes · reblog

SLYTHERIN APPRECIATION WEEK: favourite dynamic between two slytherins

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!"

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concannonart:

It’s almost October, which means it’s almost Halloween. (Halloween is the entire month of October, I refuse to believe otherwise.)
WHICH MEANS IT’S TIME FOR WITCHES

concannonart:

It’s almost October, which means it’s almost Halloween. (Halloween is the entire month of October, I refuse to believe otherwise.)

WHICH MEANS IT’S TIME FOR WITCHES

Oct 01 · 69 notes · reblog

i can’t believe that tomorrow is the 1st of halloween

Oct 01 · 196,023 notes · reblog

eammons:

the raven boys - a film coming 20never

what do you know about welsh kings?

Sep 30 · 180 notes · reblog

idloveyoutocome:

when someone reblogs something you made and you rush to check their blog but they didn’t write any fun commentary in the tags

image

Sep 30 · 47,663 notes · reblog

sosa-parks:

Everyday I’m like “today imma get my shit together” and by the end of the day I’m like “tomorrow is the day for real”

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Sep 29 · 5,987 notes · reblog

aviculae:

He stood in the doorway and ushered Rose inside, grabbing for the cables and tossing them out onto the sand before slamming the door behind him. She had just enough time to see the wave pummeling towards them, at least fifty feet high, when the door closed. Then, they dematerialised.

She’d just begun to register how many people were in the TARDIS - which was rocking quite perilously through the dematerialisation sequence, sending people bumping into one another - when something slammed into her, squeezing her tight into a hug and lifting her. The Doctor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back, laughing.

“That was too close,” he said, and let out a deep sigh.

He squeezed her tighter and put her down, still hugging her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed that warm, blooming joy reserved for the moment after saving the day. There was nothing else in the universe like that.

When they broke apart a moment later, she smoothed her hands over the outsides of his arms, rubbing out the wrinkles from their hug, and only then did it register. He was wearing brown.

From re-sile​ ‘s lovely fic: Before It Breaks(a must read). 

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