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stuckwith-harry:

so-much-hilarity:

look at Daniel pulling Rupert away in the last one 

never not reblogging

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Post by ilovecarriemathison (via thefaceofhoe)
September 30, 2014 at 1:07 AM | Post Permalink | 260,151 notes



queen-halenski:

I’m sorry but if you try to tell me there are only three wizard schools in the ENTIRE magical world I will fight you.

I wanna see Indian wizardry schools

Japanese magic schools where the house ghosts have shrines

Schools hidden in sand dunes and enchanted to look like mirages

American schools hidden in Roswell and Salem

Public magical schools for kids that don’t want to leave home for seven years

GIVE ME ALL THE WIZARD SCHOOL HEAD CANONS!

Actually, If you read Quidditch Through The Ages and/or get on Pottermore, JKR she talks about other Wizarding Schools. The only thing I currently remember is that there is on in Canada, North America, South America, and one somewhere in Asia. I think there were a few more but I might be wrong.

Post by queen-halenski (via tonystahp)
September 30, 2014 at 12:51 AM | Post Permalink | 67,740 notes



We covered The Caretaker on Fandom Talks! 

Special Thanks to thejoemoses for being so totally awesome and doing a little intro for us! 

Question of the Video!

What did you guys think of the new alien?

September 29, 2014 at 10:51 PM | Post Permalink | 1 note



simplypotterheads:

Oh
my
god.

simplypotterheads:

Oh

my

god.

Post by simplypotterheads (via mundane-bastard)
September 29, 2014 at 9:35 PM | Post Permalink | 71,883 notes



jojen appreciation week: day 4 - favourite season/book
Season 3/A Storm of Swords

Post by lady-arryn (via badwolfwinterfell)
September 29, 2014 at 9:30 PM | Post Permalink | 1,325 notes



dunderklumpen:

evolution of tennant: posh nosh (2003) [watch: one, two]

Post by dunderklumpen (via allrightfine)
September 29, 2014 at 9:06 PM | Post Permalink | 95 notes



celestial-sexhair:

cake-full-of-fist:

captain-raptor:

bookishbutcorruptible:

tacoderps:

mamakarkat:

i think this person is a wizard

when you don’t compete in the olympics because you want it to be fair

I don’t think Aang is the last airbender.

i’m in love with how the “flip at your own risk” sign pans in dramatically and he does fifty flips in midair right in front of it and sticks the landing pose like “go fuck yourself i do what i want”

all the awards for that comment

how

celestial-sexhair:

cake-full-of-fist:

captain-raptor:

bookishbutcorruptible:

tacoderps:

mamakarkat:

i think this person is a wizard

when you don’t compete in the olympics because you want it to be fair

I don’t think Aang is the last airbender.

i’m in love with how the “flip at your own risk” sign pans in dramatically and he does fifty flips in midair right in front of it and sticks the landing pose like “go fuck yourself i do what i want”

all the awards for that comment

how

(Source: 4gifs)

Post by 4gifs (via itsstuckyinmyhead)
September 29, 2014 at 9:04 PM | Post Permalink | 859,699 notes
#BAMF



officialwhitemom:

sivanxoakley:

cassbones:

katdiamandis:

various-voices:

willwin92:

gracetrolbig:

magickowl:

myreticentvale:

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

why has this not got any notes 

a middle school girl commited suicide here a few days ago..she was 14..

my followers know who this is for.

two of my close friends attempted multiple times

i attempted around this time last year. keep this going.

Today, personally, this is for Robin Williams.
But for today, and every day, it is for anybody who has ever lost anybody to suicide and anybody who has been lost themselves.
I know it probably doesn’t help, but I am so, so sorry.
RIP

Reblogging this twice and this should have way more notes

Rip Vinny. I still love and miss you and the world just hasn’t been the same without you around 💞 I miss my best friend.

officialwhitemom:

sivanxoakley:

cassbones:

katdiamandis:

various-voices:

willwin92:

gracetrolbig:

magickowl:

myreticentvale:

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

why has this not got any notes 

a middle school girl commited suicide here a few days ago..she was 14..

my followers know who this is for.

two of my close friends attempted multiple times

i attempted around this time last year. keep this going.

Today, personally, this is for Robin Williams.

But for today, and every day, it is for anybody who has ever lost anybody to suicide and anybody who has been lost themselves.

I know it probably doesn’t help, but I am so, so sorry.

RIP

Reblogging this twice and this should have way more notes

Rip Vinny. I still love and miss you and the world just hasn’t been the same without you around 💞 I miss my best friend.

Post by myreticentvale (via agallifreyantrickster)
September 29, 2014 at 9:01 PM | Post Permalink | 288,614 notes



ohcaptainmycaptain1918:

leo-fangirl:

crazyred1898:

ragnarocodile:

"No."

When you try to leave Tumblr 

adorable :D

Accurate, is more like it

ohcaptainmycaptain1918:

leo-fangirl:

crazyred1898:

ragnarocodile:

"No."

When you try to leave Tumblr 

adorable :D

Accurate, is more like it

Post by ragnarocodile (via itsstuckyinmyhead)
September 29, 2014 at 9:00 PM | Post Permalink | 516,639 notes



tomhanksworld:

"Hashtag!"

Post by tomhanksworld (via allrightfine)
September 29, 2014 at 8:57 PM | Post Permalink | 10,422 notes



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Post by carpaldis (via agallifreyantrickster)
September 29, 2014 at 8:57 PM | Post Permalink | 439 notes



please elaborate on how you got a substitute teacher to quit within one day. I'm genuinely curious.
-Anonymous

mysticmoonhigh:

mamalovebone:

all right everyone sit down, shut up and listen closely because I’m about to tell y’all the tale of Ms. Mormino.

Seventh grade is a time most people don’t look back on fondly. I know I sure don’t—I tend to regard that era as nothing more than an unpleasant, acne-filled haze of fall out boy and poor attempts at pseudo-zooey deschanel fashions. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my math teacher. 

Ms. Isom. Poor old Ms. Isom. Well in her 60’s, always plagued with some illness or injury, she was hardly ever even at school. Since many of her absences were the result of short-notice incidents—“falling down the stairs” was popularly cited— it wasn’t all that uncommon to not have a substitute on hand. Being a smartass honors class, we’d gotten away with several successful evasions of administration, walking cavalierly into class  to pass the next 48 minutes doing just about nothing. Hell, for good measure, we’d sometimes even toss in a friendly “hey, Ms. Isom!” if any administrators were anywhere within earshot. So incredibly anti-establishment, you could basically call it another Project Mayhem, except instead of Brad Pitt and Ed Norton concocting homemade bombs, it was a bunch of tweenyboppers with iPhone 3’s and Justin Bieber 2009 haircuts. 

 We got pretty accustomed to our own little self-governing system that rolled around every second period, so we naturally weren’t exactly thrilled when administration caught on to our little Anarchy Act and strictly enforced the presence of a substitute every day. 

Most of our subs weren’t terrible—most were friendly, gave us participation grades, and didn’t object to the independent attitude of our class (which, mind you, only had about ten students in it) 

That is, until Ms. Mormino came along. 

Four feet, ten inches of raw, undiluted evil, Ms. Mormino walked into class with a scowl on her face and a chip on her shoulder. When the girl behind me sneezed, Ms. Mormino’s immediate response was “NO INAPPROPRIATE NOISES!” 

 Although we all suppressed our laughter, we all knew from that moment on that, try as she might with her despotism and her draconian anti-sneeze policy, Ms. Mormino didn’t stand a chance. 

 The arguable beginning of the end for Ms. Mormino’s all-too-brief reign of terror was the moment I asked for a calculator; mine was broken. Mormino asserted that I could only borrow a calculator if I loaned her something of mine; at that moment, the girl next to me chimed in, saying she, too, needed a calculator. “I have a folder I can give you,” I offered. “I have a highlighter,” added the other girl. 

 At that moment, a puberty-creaking voice from the back of the room piped up. 

Max. 

We all know certain people have certain gifts. Michelangelo saw angels in every block of marble and devoted his life to setting them free; Einstein had a mind which saw the potential of the entire universe; F. Scott Fitzgerald wove intricate tales of decadence and depravity. Max, however, had a different kind of gift: he could make anything—anything at all—into a “that’s what she said” joke. More on that later, though. 

Max pried off a Nike sneaker and held it proudly in the air, like a coveted trophy. 

"I have a shoe." 

Tottering in one-shoe-one-sock, Max dumped the sneaker on Ms. Mormino’s desk, retrieved a calculator, then tottered back to his own desk, a sort of smirk playing on his face. And, as to be expected—the rest of us quickly followed suit. 

 A small pile of shoes on her desk, Ms. Mormino grit her teeth and glared at us as we all sat back down, quietly victorious, a calculator in each of our hands. It wasn’t long, however, until we all began to silently plot our next act of minor mayhem. 

"Can I go to the bathroom?" asked Tyler, who, despite being in seventh grade, was approaching his sixteenth birthday. In a combination of verism and admiration of Tyler’s devil-may-care boldness, we unequivocally accepted him as our leader. For reasons unknown, Ms. Mormino denied his request. Tyler, much like his Fight Club namesake, heeded no rules but his own and left anyway—Ms. Mormino, furious, locked the door behind him and smugly insisted that "administration will take care of him." 

Tyler, however, was not one to be caught, and stayed close by, appearing in the window of the door whenever Ms. Mormino wasn’t looking. Waving, smiling, laughing, making faces and obscene gestures, Tyler had us all in stitches, but cleverly avoided Ms. Mormino’s sight—when she asked us what was so funny, we all refused to give Tyler away. 

A girl asked to go to the bathroom, stating she “really really really” needed to go. Ms. Mormino, again, denied her request. Ms. Mormino, however, seemed to be uninformed about the side door—leading right outside, always locked from the outside but always open from the inside. 

"Well, I’ll go myself," the girl responded, and took off, hurdling three desks and darting out the door. Right behind her, two other students took off, pursuing freedom. The door slammed behind all three students, and they were gone. 

 Six of us were left. Among us, importantly, was Chris. 

Chris was thirteen, but looked half his age; scrawny, wiry, he probably measured in at about four-foot-three, but no taller. “Late Bloomer” are words that come to mind. 

Despite his diminutive size, Chris possessed the gall of someone like Tyler.

"I have to use the bathroom," said Chris, standing. 

 ”Do you think I’m going to allow you to go to the bathroom?” snapped Ms. Mormino. 

 ”It’s an emergency!” Chris pleaded. 

"Sit down," Ms. Mormino growled. 

Meanwhile, the entire class borders on hysteria. We have tears in our eyes, almost suffocating from choking back laughter. 

"It’s an emergency," repeated Chris, but it sounded more like a warning.

"Sit."

Silence. Silence, Silence and more silence, until we all began to notice a dark stain on Chris’s khakis. The stain grew. And grew. And grew.

 Fists at his sides, stoicism in his face, and a cold, proud, triumphant glint in his eye, Chris locked eye contact with Ms. Mormino. 

And pissed right in his pants. 

The entire class erupted into a laugh only comparable to the detonation of a bomb. 

We laughed so hard for the next five, ten, fifteen minutes straight that Ms. Mormino gave up. Surrendering, putting her head on her desk, she waited until the hysteria finally subsided. 

Finally looking up, defeated, pathetic, Ms. Mormino glared at us all and wailed: 

 ”This is too much, this is too hard, too hard, Jesus Christ, this is too much for me!” 

 A lone voice sounded from the back of the room. Guess whose it was.

"That’s what she said."

Ms. Mormino officially retired from teaching that afternoon.

FUCKING READ IT IT’S WORTH IT

Post by mamalovebone (via sailor-cactus)
September 29, 2014 at 8:55 PM | Post Permalink | 151,871 notes
#LMAO



Doctor Who + references in other television shows

(Source: votedsaxon)

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September 29, 2014 at 8:50 PM | Post Permalink | 33,478 notes



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September 29, 2014 at 8:47 PM | Post Permalink | 28,090 notes



copperbadge:

RDJ Outtakes

"I have two rules for life, Chris. I just came up with one of them recently."

"Don’t worry, be happy?"

"No, but aren’t you sweet. The rules are, Big Hair and Big Smiles."

"…you know, that’s not a bad idea."

"Of course it’s not. I had it."

[RDJ Advises Chris Evans on his Life Choices]

(Source: kayytx)

Post by kayytx (via copperbadge)
September 29, 2014 at 8:46 PM | Post Permalink | 6,975 notes
#RDJ




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