i’ll still reply to messages, so send me something if you want to know why idk
this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy
that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel
this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction
my shirts always fit: a man’s tale
why can’t I just be shirtless?: a tale of social injustice
press play and watch the gif.
just trust me.
IF TUMBLR HAD A HIGHLIGHT REEL THIS WOULD BE IN IT
It’s on my dash again
i missed it
The unwritten rule of Tumblr that this post must always be rebloggedI love the fact that its the Darren Criss version!!!!!!
Oxymorons are basically complicated.
THIS MADE ME SO MAD
#Lets finally talk about what’s been whispered through the fandom. #This is Will’s sexiest empathy moment ever. #He sets out to terrify a nurse as much as humanly possible with his presence and all you can think about is how sexy that evil grin looks #He instantly punches her in the throat knocking her down and all you can think about is his bare, glistening chest #You watch as he gouges her eyes out with his thumbs and all you can think about is the way his lips look as he shushes her. #You have never wanted to be murdered so bad in your life.
I’m not even a gamer but I would play this so hard.
and you would get sorted an junk and it would be great
Isn’t this secretly what we all wanted Pottermore to be?
Okay so my mind started rolling with this and omfg okay just hear me out
So like it starts of sort of like Sims and Skyrim, okay. You get your owl and you go do your shopping for stuff for Hogwarts, but you don’t get to see your character just yet. When you get to Hogwarts and your sorting ceremony, you get to customise how they look and what sort of traits they have. After you customise all that, you get sorted via a quiz (sort of like Pottermore) and it rolls with that and you get sorted.
Through the game, you get to study magic (obvious) and you have adventures and stuff where you have to make decisions. These decisions later decide what your Patronus and Animagus will be, as well as what your fear is for you Boggart (though this could also possibly be decided on when you’re making your character idk whatever).
So during the summer holidays, you have adventures in the Muggle world (depending on what your blood status is, which could be decided randomly) if you’re Muggle-born. If you’re Pure-Blooded, you have adventures in the wizarding world. If you’re Half-Blooded, you can do both. But here’s the thing, if you spend more time in the Muggle world, you get more information on going on’s in the Muggle world, and same goes for the Wizarding world if you spend more time in the Wizarding world. And after a period of time, like maybe in your fourth year?, you can get papers and news from whichever world you’re not in most often. And your knowledge of the events of the world, both Wizarding and Muggle alike, can factor into the gameplay somehow.
And then in your Fifth and Seventh years, you have your O.W.L.s and your N.E.W.T.s, and these factor into what career choices you’ll have later on as well. So like if you score high in Herbology and Potions, you’d have career options like Healer, Herbologist, and Potion Master.
AND THEN THE WORLD BECOMES YOURS. YOU CAN CONTINUE RELATIONSHIPS YOU HAD IN HOGWARTS AFTERWARDS, OR YOU CAN MEET NEW PEOPLE, OR WHATEVER. AND THEN IT JUST BECOMES THIS HUGE SANDBOX OF FUN AND WONDERMENT.
YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL MIND
YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!!!
this is really what i wanted pottermore to be but there’s always online roleplaying
Virgin Trains toilet.
It was a humourous experience but the lack of tea and coffee making facilities was a telling one.
I don’t know about other English-speaking cultures, but in Britain thick means dim, slow, a bit stupid. So I quite like the fact that the video for Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines features his surname as a hashtag in giant red letters. It’s like he’s misspelling an insult to himself. Flashing up #THICKE on the screen, he might as well include #STUPIDE #MORONE #IDIOTE #BRAINLESSE WANKERE
oh my god im wheezinge
How do some people sit in class with that much ass crack out and not know
“Pooh and his friends were given as gifts by author A. A. Milne to his son Christopher Robin Milne between 1920 and 1922. Pooh was purchased in London at Harrods for Christopher’s first birthday. Christopher later gave them to publisher E. P. Dutton, who in turn donated them to the New York Public Library.”
Oh my god. Oh my god.
This is them, guys. This is them. Got chills.
I’m more star struck from this picture, than I have been at any other moment in my life.
If that’s not the cutest thing I have ever seen the I dont know what is.!!