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pocket-sebastian:

arkadie:

#oh Harry the things you don’t know about yourself could fill a book #in fact #they did #seven of them

Harry Potter and Holy Fuck I’m A Wizard

Harry Potter and Shit I Can Talk To Snakes

Harry Potter and When the Fuck Did I get a Godfather?

Harry Potter and There are Other Wizarding Schools?

Harry Potter and Oh My God I Can See What Voldemort’s Doing

Harry Potter and Snape Was Friends With My Mum?!

Harry Potter and Well Fuck Snape was a Good Guy All Along and Now I Have to Die Whyyyy

(Source: the-swedish-short-snout, via ship-all-the-gay)

Look, guys. No matter what a girl does, no matter how she’s dressed, no matter how much she’s had to drink, it’s never, never, never, never, never okay to touch her without her consent. That doesn’t make you a man, it makes you a coward.

—Vice President Joe “the BAMF” Biden, in a speech launching the federal government’s campaign to fight sexual violence on college campuses (via girl-non-grata)

(via stardustandwands)

feltonfuckfest:

chucksandjumpers:

I want you to look at that scene. I want you to realize what’s happening in this scene. John insults Sherlock and Sherlock is hurt. And do you know why? Because it matters what John says. He never looked that hurt when Donovan, Anderson or somebody else insulted him. But now look at that scene. He’s actually hurt. Because John said it. And Sherlock feels like a fool when John doesn’t appreciate what he’s doing. 

Because Sherlock loves John.

But also, never insult somebody’s website. That’s like the golden rule.

(Source: lokihiddleston)

Tom Felton on set of ‘Therese’ ( formerly known as Therese Ranquin)

Tom Felton on set of ‘Therese’ ( formerly known as Therese Ranquin)

(Source: feltonbeats)

secretpatronus asked: sirius black :)

Sirius Black— My previous job, I had a crazy boss. I mean, total notjob. It was a shop. People bought stuff and then it would be gone. Because, you know, it was a SHOP.

She would constantly ask me, what happened to this? Where did that go? I would tell her people bought the items (because IT WAS A SHOP. Where PEOPLE BOUGHT STUFF.) and she didn’t believe me. She thought I was lying and had let people steal it, or had taken it home. Cash register receipts didn’t convince her.