April232014

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11PM

adventuresonpaper:

thewanderingtrickster:

adventuresonpaper:

thewanderingtrickster:

My dad was kinda disappointed in Frozen because he was totally expecting Hans to rip off his gloves in the last part of the movie and have fire powers.

but could you imagine how cool that would be?? Then Elsa and Hans could duel it out with magic 

His red hair was apparently what made my dad start thinking that. And Southern Isles, you know, where it’s supposed to be warmer.

your dad should have written frozen

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11PM

imogenfere:

Are you fucking kidding me?

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11PM
juanjoltaire:

snippet by darthtveitor:
The walk to the Sorting Hat at the end of the Great Hall seems to take hours. With every step, Enjolras can feel eyes on him, sizing him up, speculating, judging. At only eleven, he doesn’t know if he even exhibits any traits for any of the houses. The other boys and girls all come to  a stop at the stool where the Hat sits, unassuming, and he sucks in a breath.
One by one, the new students are called and sorted into houses. Sometimes, the Hat only takes a few seconds before deciding, but for others, minutes pass before the Hat comes to a conclusion. It feels like hours before Enjolras is called. He trips on his robes in his haste to get on the stool. Every step he takes seems to echo loudly throughout the hall as all eyes follow him up the marble steps.
He takes a seat on the stool and the Hat is placed on his head, immediately falling over his eyes. He has to push it up so he can see, even if his immediate reaction is to pull it over his eyes again. His parents are gunning for Slytherin, and maybe he wants to uphold the family name, but he’d be happy with Ravenclaw. He’d be happy with any house. The shame he’d bring on his family if he were a squib would be humiliating.
“There is definitely wizard blood in you, no doubt about that,” the Hat says, as if he’s standing right inside his head. Enjolras jumps a little. “Quite a bit, actually… Long line of Wizards. And Slytherin, too, I see.”
He thinks the hat is done, and waits for the loud declaration of Slytherin to the Great Hall, but the Hat speaks up again. “No, no. You’re a tricky one. You’re certainly brave, loyal, hardworking, and have a quick wit. You’re also ambitious. You would do anything to get what you desire.”
Enjolras feels like the Hat has been talking for hours. It’s only been a few minutes in reality, but the Hat pauses, listening to his thoughts and feelings. It’s impossible not to think. How does the Hat even know this about him? As far as he knows, the Hat can’t tell the future. It’s a hat. A magical one, but still a hat.
“I see deep into your heart and mind,” the Hat answers. “And things are much more than they appear to be. Much like you, Enjolras. You have great potential, yes, but also the capability of being a force to be reckoned with. You will not be stopped.”
His heart is pounding in his ears. He’s not even sure what the Hat is talking about, but it’s silent for several long moments and Enjolras is convinced his heart is going to burst out of his chest.
“Slytherin!” the Hat cries out. The Slytherin table erupts in cheers and Enjolras removes the hat and makes his way over to his new home for the next seven years.

juanjoltaire:

snippet by darthtveitor:

The walk to the Sorting Hat at the end of the Great Hall seems to take hours. With every step, Enjolras can feel eyes on him, sizing him up, speculating, judging. At only eleven, he doesn’t know if he even exhibits any traits for any of the houses. The other boys and girls all come to  a stop at the stool where the Hat sits, unassuming, and he sucks in a breath.

One by one, the new students are called and sorted into houses. Sometimes, the Hat only takes a few seconds before deciding, but for others, minutes pass before the Hat comes to a conclusion. It feels like hours before Enjolras is called. He trips on his robes in his haste to get on the stool. Every step he takes seems to echo loudly throughout the hall as all eyes follow him up the marble steps.

He takes a seat on the stool and the Hat is placed on his head, immediately falling over his eyes. He has to push it up so he can see, even if his immediate reaction is to pull it over his eyes again. His parents are gunning for Slytherin, and maybe he wants to uphold the family name, but he’d be happy with Ravenclaw. He’d be happy with any house. The shame he’d bring on his family if he were a squib would be humiliating.

“There is definitely wizard blood in you, no doubt about that,” the Hat says, as if he’s standing right inside his head. Enjolras jumps a little. “Quite a bit, actually… Long line of Wizards. And Slytherin, too, I see.”

He thinks the hat is done, and waits for the loud declaration of Slytherin to the Great Hall, but the Hat speaks up again. “No, no. You’re a tricky one. You’re certainly brave, loyal, hardworking, and have a quick wit. You’re also ambitious. You would do anything to get what you desire.”

Enjolras feels like the Hat has been talking for hours. It’s only been a few minutes in reality, but the Hat pauses, listening to his thoughts and feelings. It’s impossible not to think. How does the Hat even know this about him? As far as he knows, the Hat can’t tell the future. It’s a hat. A magical one, but still a hat.

“I see deep into your heart and mind,” the Hat answers. “And things are much more than they appear to be. Much like you, Enjolras. You have great potential, yes, but also the capability of being a force to be reckoned with. You will not be stopped.”

His heart is pounding in his ears. He’s not even sure what the Hat is talking about, but it’s silent for several long moments and Enjolras is convinced his heart is going to burst out of his chest.

“Slytherin!” the Hat cries out. The Slytherin table erupts in cheers and Enjolras removes the hat and makes his way over to his new home for the next seven years.

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11PM

knoxtinymoons:

Omg, this is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Ever. Best post on Tumblr. I know I say that when something tops the last best post, but seriously, nothing will ever top this.

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11PM

Catch me I’m falling…
Flying headfirst into fate.

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11PM

iammorethanmemory:

Look at me
Look at me and you’ll see

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kannibal:

25 Lives by Hwei Lim (lalage) e/R version

It’s my Les Mis anniversary and I wanted to make a small something to commemorate this lovely fandom and the pairing that got me into it. (And the persistent people who got me into it, and those who helped me with this!)

credits for images »

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11PM

alscid:

(Disclaimer: I’m sick so I sound sick sorry friends.)

Dear Courtney,

Today is the day you were born, and that’s pretty dang cool! It’s like neater than anything else in the world and I hope you are having/you have had a beautiful day- almost as beautiful as you. You are so sweet, gorgeous, funny, and so much more. I could write a list of everything you are, and no, none of them are “loser”, even if you sometimes drink out of bowls or wear them as hats. Don’t worry, you rock anything, so it’s not really that much of a problem. Even if you’ve got some weird taste in foods, you’re still incredible in more ways than I thought was humanly possible, so congrats on that. You literally light up an entire room when you appear, even if you’re only on Skype and not technically there. It’s like someone put the sun in my bedroom whenever I hear the lil Skype noise and your face appears on screen… even if sometimes it’s Harry Styles’ face instead. Not to mention your blog is radder than pretty much everything except probably you. Congratulations on the tweet from Chris today! I know that was special to you. Even though you said it was the only thing that mattered to you, so it may be the only thing you want to think about, I hope you’ll consider thinking about one more thing. So, happy birthday Courtney! Check your inbox when you get the chance!! ❤️

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theheirsofdurin:

kiliof-durin asked: Gandalf or Radagast

[make me choose]

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11PM
youngnoblewoman:

What team would my hastily drawn t-rex play for? #hockey #nhl #dinosaur #sports #t-rex #BecauseitstheCup

youngnoblewoman:

What team would my hastily drawn t-rex play for? #hockey #nhl #dinosaur #sports #t-rex #BecauseitstheCup

11PM

onthesideoftheotters:

shotadreams:

mage-of-katnep:

rainbowsfireworks:

confusedtree:

ollivander:

lampghost:

[sleep-over voice] are you awake

[sleep-over reply voice] yeah

[regrettable sleepover invitee voice] you guys SHH

[confused sleep-over voice] what is the meaning of life

[annoyed sleep-over voice] dude shut up

[sleep-over host voice] you guys be quiet my moms gonna hear us

[unknown voice] you kids wanna buy some drugs

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11PM

lgbthenry:

There is a difference between:

a queer character whose story doesn’t revolve around them being queer

and

a queer character whose story completely ignores the fact that they are queer

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11PM

cakesandhippyshakes:

I’m Jake to all my friends. [hums angrily]

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