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snapslikethis:

spirit james being completely outraged that his hair isn’t messy enough in the statue erected in their honor

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justintimerblake:

if you play with my hair youre going to get kissed so dont do that

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samirows:

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cacen:

teapartyasian:

Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated

smad.

there are two types of people

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athenaswisekid:

clitclip:

RAVENCLAWS: *pick the lock*

SLYTHERINS: *find the key*

GRYFFINDORS: *kick it down

HUFFLEPUFFS: *knock*

This has been a brief description of the Hogwarts houses.

KNOCK

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millieanouk:

beautylovesabeast:

cypheroftyr:

ceciliatan:

blastflyrant:

Snape’s inbox. Genius.

OMG yes. “Draco Malfoy wants to be your friend on Facebook.”

This is amazing, especially the last two

DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING FOR HANGOVERS?

makes me laugh every time it’s on my dash…

'Unrequited love'

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the-king-of-the-fandoms:

a-cumberbabe-inthetardis:

colo12spinner:

ask-kirby-characters:

themaraudersboys:

crazilyawesome:

allrightevans:

itatemyhand:

districtcuatro:

numbertwopensyl:

ceruleanmoon:

always-riddikulus:

Forgive me, I don’t recall ferrets being on the list of acceptable creatures to bring to Hogwarts.

I HAD THE SAME THOUGHT

They’re Harry Potter’s kids. I’m sure they could bring a fucking giraffe to school and it’d be fine.

Omg that comment.

They will also be allowed to join the Quidditch team during first year and apparate on school grounds.

The forbidden forest is just the forest to Harry’s children. There is no curfew. When Harry Potter’s kids see teachers out of bed they scold them. Hogsmeade permission slip? I think not.

‘Have you done your homework Albus Severus?’

‘No. My father defeated Voldemort’

‘Fair enough’

‘Albus Sverus, go to bed’

‘You can’t tell me what to do. My father was the chosen one.’

‘Potter what are you doing in the girls labatory?’

fuck you my dad did it’

‘Potter! Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?’

‘Yeah bro you got a problem?’

‘Potter, you-‘

‘My father’s going to hear about this’

My father’s going to hear about this

FAVORITE HARRY POTTER POST

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shotgundean:

raindropsonrosetyler:

outweighingthebad:

the poster lights were out and I just

thAT IS NOT OkAY

HGOW FUSCJLKING DARE

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the19thhistory:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

what is this 

Get out Canada

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack).  Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all.  I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours.  Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere!  He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late.  And we’ve been together ever since.

Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles.  But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy.  Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress.  We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier.  I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was.  I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here.  It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all.  Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.

Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart. 

I usually never reblog long things, but this is worth reading, I swear.

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athenaswisekid:

ohneooo:

nerdache-cakes:

All of you are wrong. The J in GIF is silent. Like in José.

Hif.

Theres no J in GIF.

Trolling level:

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athenaswisekid:

cumber-bitches:

i-d0uble-dare-you:

idontfindyouthatinteresting:

joelbyeman:

"you choose your favourite character because they remind you of yourself"

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*severly concerned*

*having severe daddy issues*

ahhh murderous.

Shit IM A KILLER

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infinitefern:

10knotes:

tastefullyoffensive:

Crazy Ideas That Are Borderline Genius

A Morgan Freeman Vocaloid sounds badass though…

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  • *misses school one day*
  • *misses a fight*
  • *misses a breakup*
  • *misses 12 assignments*
  • *misses a dog riding a skateboard*
  • *misses the shooting of archduke Ferdinand*
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athenaswisekid:

lovers-can-relate:

deductionhunters:

katterpon:

crimunals:

send this to an ex, crush, friend, parent, sibling, cousin, teacher. it works for all.

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT, BUT IT WASN’T THAT

I want to get a barbershop group together so we can learn and perform this in the street and confuse the shit out of people

i cant fUCKING BREATHE

Tumblr we have to talk.

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heart-ablaze:

james and lily sittin’ in a tree.

k-i-s-s-i-n-g.

first comes love.

then come marriage.

then comes a baby followed by a prophecy that gets them both killed and leaves their only child an orphan

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