1. 13:20 17th Sep 2014

    Notes: 15018

    Reblogged from mere-booderdash

    Tags: holy shitswearingnsfw url

     
  2. 23:20 8th Jun 2014

    Notes: 43959

    Reblogged from anothergoth

    Tags: artholy shit

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    lexxerduglas:

pheberoni:

yeha

holy bUTTS WHAT A GOOD IDEA??

    lexxerduglas:

    pheberoni:

    yeha

    holy bUTTS WHAT A GOOD IDEA??

     
  3. 12:04 2nd Jun 2014

    Notes: 491570

    Reblogged from tweakerofknobs

    Tags: gif warningholy shit

    tyleroakley:

crescentrax:

belgianwhovian:

He shot his arrow… IN MIDAIR

THROUGH THEIR CROTCH

THE ODDS ARE IN HIS FAVOR

    tyleroakley:

    crescentrax:

    belgianwhovian:

    He shot his arrow… IN MIDAIR

    THROUGH THEIR CROTCH

    THE ODDS ARE IN HIS FAVOR

    (Source: salt4life)

     
  4. theanimationarchive:

    I don’t even have to tell you why this is important or why you should support the Kickstarter to bring back Reading Rainbow; you know why. So go do it!

     
  5. Have you planted any Easter eggs in the show?
    David Peterson: One of the biggest is from Episode 3 this season. There’s a scene where the Meereenese rider is challenging Daenerys’ champion. He’s shouting and Nathalie Emmanuel [Missandei] is translating – but she’s not translating what he’s saying. He’s actually saying a Low Valyrian translation of the French guy’s insults in ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail.’ That was [series creator] Dan Weiss’s idea and it was so hilarious that I had to do it.

    Have fans caught on?
    David Peterson: They know that something’s going on. Right after that episode aired, I was getting tweets like, “Is he saying a ‘your momma’ joke?” Close… But no, he’s actually starting out with, “Your mother is a hamster.”  (x)

    (Source: stannisbaratheon)

     
  6. 10:53 10th May 2014

    Notes: 10232

    Reblogged from bethbamf

    Tags: holy shit

    Tolkien full texts

    contemporaryelfinchild:

    Because my blog is getting a lot of traffic right now, I feel it’s a good opportunity to link to the online texts of Tolkien’s books for anyone who wants to read or reference them. 

    Here is the Hobbit

    Here is the Fellowship of the Ring

    Here is the Two Towers 

    Here if the Return of the King

    Here is the Silmarillion 

    Here is all 12 volumes of the History of Middle Earth (HoME)

    Here is the Children of Húrin

     
  7. 17:40 23rd Feb 2014

    Notes: 50649

    Reblogged from fuckyeahdiomedes

    Tags: harry potterholy shit

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    ppyajunebug:

livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

Another day, another fic :-)

    ppyajunebug:

    livesandliesofwizards:

    At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

    Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

    They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

    “Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

    “Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

    If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

    Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

    ~

    The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

    This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

    Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

    The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

    ~

    The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

    They were worried they would have to be kind.

    They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

    Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

    Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

    (written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

    Another day, another fic :-)

    (Source: witchesofwalthamabbey.co.uk)

     
  8. 21:40 12th Oct 2013

    Notes: 4575

    Reblogged from leninmeringuepie

    Tags: holy shit

    poltergeist-at-the-disco:

    In my opinion Snape should be treated like the Apache Tracker of the Harry Potter fandom

    Yes he did something heroic for the cause, but we also need to remember that he was a major asshole 

    (Source: deadly-viper-assassination-squid)

     
  9. alwaysblind:

    MAYBE if u didn’t want ur son to EAT poeple u shouldnt have named him something that rhymes with cannibal u should have name him hegetarian or something

     
  10. 21:45 2nd Jun 2013

    Notes: 68073

    Reblogged from fuckyeahdiomedes

    Tags: sevenlemonHOLY SHIT

    pavlovs-schrodinger:

    people want the 12th doctor to be an actor of color

    people want the 12th doctor to be a woman

    people want the 12th doctor to have red hair

    i think we all know who the 12th doctor should be.

    image

    boy you got my hearts beatin, runnin away

    (Source: birdschoolforbirds)