This is how I remember this scene

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This is how I remember this scene
*Swirls the invisibility cloak dramatically while donning it* 💛💚❤️💙 You are utterly fantastic and completely wonderful. 💛💚❤️💙 *Flounces away in an air of mystery and a hint of cinnamon.*
Idk how long this has been sitting in my inbox lol, I very rarely used my tumblr 😂😂 Thank you so much though, you are so sweet 😍😭
World’s Finest: Supergirl And Batgirl
Art by Otto Schmidt
The distinctive and memorable Thailand-only covers for the Harry Potter novels.
Hermione: I hate you!
Draco: Love me or hate me, both are in my favor…If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart…If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.
Hermione: did you just quote Shakespeare?
Draco: if I want to date a muggleborn, I need to know more about her world.
Hermione: oh! But you are a Malfoy!
Draco: I don’t know how to tell you who I am by telling you a name. I hate my name, dear saint, because my name is your enemy. If I had it written down, I would tear up the paper.
Hermione: …
Draco: Friday night?
Hermione: Friday night.
“… where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk.”
@hogwartsonline | diagon alley
body: you are dying of The Heat
me: [removes blanket]
body: never have you been So Frozen
me: [sticks one leg out]
body: perfect
Demon to my now exposed leg:
“You must never give in to despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road and you surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength.”
Thank you to all the fanfic writers who are keeping people entertained during this time ❤️
My contribution to the “hEy y’AlL dOn’T fOrGeT iT wAs tHe ‘90’s”
I am a teen of the ‘90s so this is my JAM. Delia’s catalog vibes and omg Ron as a baby skaterboi.
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Virgo constellation, from the French edition (1776) of Atlas Coelestis (1729) by John Flamsteed
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The Wizarding World Of HARRY POTTER⚡️
We’ve got an itinerant cheese-selling woman who comes into town every Friday morning to sell the cheeses she purchases from local farms, and I like this old-fashioned way of buying cheese (other people, like the mayor, find it mortifying that our village is too small to support its own cheese shop). She stations herself in the plaza and likes to share news about the farms and villages she’s visited this week (at the moment we get a lot of baby animal news, like new calf announcements.) She has the unfortunate habit of denigrating her own cheeses without meaning to because she is a cheese perfectionist. You ask for a bleu, she grimaces hesitantly and says “Ah, poor choice, it doesn’t look quite right to me today”; or you tell her “I really liked the brie I picked last time, so creamy!” and she shakes her head and goes “Ah, you got lucky, often that farmer gives me such shitty brie with a chaulky texture—” then she suddenly looks frustrated with herself, you can tell she’s thinking “why am I giving this information to a client?? I’m the worst cheese saleswoman ever.” It’s very endearing.
She also sells eggs, and always writes the name of the farmer she got it from on each carton so you can make sure to buy your friends’ eggs and avoid your enemies’ eggs. You’ve got to be like “Six Gilbert eggs please” and publicly announce where your loyalty lies, it’s a whole Thing. If one day you decide to go rogue and ask for Agnès eggs instead you can be sure people will notice, and they will talk. Getting my own chickens is the only way I have found to avoid pledging egg allegiance.
I am OBSESSED with this egg based clique culture
Some things are just extremely French
This is the kind of life I aspire to have