[bbbbbbvf]

“Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy—” “Find my what?” “—and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!” “What’s a Wheezy?” “Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy—Wheezy who is giving Dobby his jumper!” Dobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts. “What?” Harry gasped. “They’ve got… they’ve got Ron?” “The thing Harry Potter will miss the most, sir!” squeaked Dobby.

[sluttyhozier]

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

[4kywis]

The floor is having a peaceful school year

[vintageborn]

Loré Pemberton

[tvandfilm]

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001) dir. Chris Columbus

[maradyer]

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.

[kyloren]

The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

[thesilicontribesman]

Iron Age Crannog Island on Loch Kinord, Cairngorms, Scotland, 20.12.19.

[dennybitte]

through foggy spring woods

by Denny Bitte

[sparknoteslitmemes]

[valtsv]

hozier songs are like *blows kiss to the forest* that's for my baby *throws molotov cocktail into burning building* AND THAT'S FOR THE REVOLUTION

[jacindaelena]

Isle of Lewis, Scotland by jamesalroca

[danger-jazz]

This week’s challenge is Harry Potter! (and I’m already late.) This scene is from the best HP book/movie: the prisoner of azkaban ♥

If you enjoy my artwork, please consider buying me a coffee 

[expressions-of-nature]

by Nikolai Shahmantsir

[chrishemsworht]

“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”

[atalienart]

Diagon Alley ⚡

[unreal-unearth]

Hozier’s Spotify Canvas