Run, you clever boy

Melanie. 26. Grad student. Ex-cat nurse. Now I work with books. This is the multi-est of the multi-fandom blogs. I just like a lot of things.

[nearlyheadlessfinnick]

Damn it, Harry. | HP poster series #1

[c-offeeandcocoa]

Vincent Van Gogh paintings in the Doctor, the T.A.R.D.I.S. and Amy

[abraxasm-deactivated20140526]

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

[braedens]

I’m going to be the first.

[baurion-deactivated20201017]

                                       I am become Death,                                     the destroyer of worlds

[perksofbeingafanboy]

                       may the odds be ever in your favour

[claraoswinoswald]

-How long are you going to stay with me?

-Forever.

[briennesjaime]

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley… He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!”

[valleydean]

I loved you. [insp.]

[farnaudds]

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, ‘til our Life shall be Done.

[tomhazeldine]

[now-that-i-thought-of-you]

autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it, after all these days. 

[fortycumber]

How forlorn to watch you go…

[castiol-deactivated20160427]

url inspired graphics → bcbbysinger

[prongsandpadfoot]

My boyfriend explains how periods work.

Him: So, for a month your uterus is all like "oh! We might have a visitor! Let's make everything all welcoming and comfortable in here with soft cozy pillows" and then a month goes by and the visitor never shows up. You uterus gets mad. Real mad. "We spend so much time planning...and not even a phone call! Throw it all away! I never want to see these pillows again!" So all the pillows fall out of your vagina.

Him: Except the pillows are made of blood.

Him: that's the bad part.

[cheryl-blossom-moved]

The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

[slyherin]

Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies | more here