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20

Oct

kiwiichann:

Harry+Hermione | rescue me. (modern) by KiwiiChann

the-moccachino-show:

Latch.
"I feel we are close enough, I wanna lock in your love" [♫♪]

the-moccachino-show:

Latch.

"I feel we are close enough, I wanna lock in your love" [♫♪]

regalia-of-wisdom:

bedlamsbard:

The difference between learning a modern language and an ancient language is that in first year French you learn “Where is the bathroom?” and “How do I get to the train station?” and in first year Attic Greek or Latin you learn “I have judged you worthy of death” and “The tyrant had everyone in the city killed.”

madehimsaycomfychairs:

atelierevzimus:

continueplease:

konoto:

whatthefawxblogs:

dek-says-so:

cute-bird-dad:

cauda-pavonis:

pronouncedlab-eth:

lcheeseboy:

I was volunteering at a booksale when I ran across this and just…

Submitted to me by mrsrhettbutler

uh…those arms…you’re all thinking that, right…?

i feel like we’re all just kind of reblogging it in a circle and looking at each other uneasily like, waiting for someone to finally give in and yell it out in the reply chain

ROBO-DILDO.

you held out as long as you could, i’m sure.

Dildobot

Edward Dildo-arms

DOMO ARIGATO FISTO ROBOTO

I SPAT OUT MY WATER ON THE LAST COMMENT FUCK

(Source: lcheesebagool)

sweetguts:

kaible:

sizvideos:

Video

"BEHOLD HOW GORGEOUS AND ELEGENT I AM, MARVEL AT MY—OH GOD NO WHAT IS THIS THING WHAT’S IT DOING MAKE IT GO AWAAAAAAY"

this is the greatest thing ive ever seen

flopryn:

hiddleston-cumberbabe:

overlordrae:

jaimejimmyjamesjamieson:

For the wife.

I needed kilts on my dash and did not know it.

Holy shit

How the fuck are these considered unmanly i mean look at them

LOOK AT THEM

gonnagetcaged:

"what can you do with an art history degree???"

image

this

1st September the Hogwarts Express leaves London at precisely eleven o’clock in the morning, and arrives at Hogsmeade Station sometime after nightfall.

(Source: emmawathson)

odestaholyship:

When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
“Wait for me to come home.”