19. Latin. Geek. Feminist.

nivalingreenhow:

when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires 

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biscuitmango:

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I really like this gif because Stitch does that little squinty thing that animals do when they’re really happy and relaxed and you can tell that he’s having such a superb time playing that little ukulele

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flynnriders:

The greatest gift and honor…is having you for a daughter.

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superclones:

"Because I’m pretty sure that every minute of every day, you’ve been stuck in a lab right beside me. At the academy, at sci-ops, this plane. You’ve been beside me the whole damn time."

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leverage + adorable

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  1. *hears noises at night*: well this is it this is the end for me I had a good life
  2. *gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child
  3. *heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is
  4. *a cop walks by*: here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone
  5. *taking a test*: don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing
  6. *gets a sunburn*: great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents
  7. *tripping over something*: I guess my leg will have to be amputated why did this happen to me
  8. *period is late*: shit i'm pregnant i'm the next virgin mary
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hazeldeeznuts:

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

my love for this post reaches no limits

hazeldeeznuts:

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

my love for this post reaches no limits

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