the-doctor-to-my-tardis:

kezcake:

theblackship:

its-a-duckpond:

lesserkeystudios:

jethroq:

killsmedead:

fullofwhoa:

killsmedead:

froggyphevoli:

thestarkidpaige:

newly-poly-nyc:

ilovecharts:

A pie chart of Voldemort’s soul, assuming that every time he made a horcrux his soul was split precisely in half.

Numbers are rounded down.

-returningtodust

…Harry had more of Voldemort’s soul in him than Voldemort himself had.

Whoa.  That’s crazy.

This is super cool! Props to whoever made it!

I read “Diary” as “Dairy” and pictured him filled with cheese curds.

Relevant to my interests.

EDIT: Also, *damn*, Ginny basically got the worst Horcrux. She had way more of Voldemort in her than   Harry  ever did.

Reblogging for that edit because… I never considered that.

Which probably also explains why the diary was so powerfull and had so much of his personality.

I always believed that the Diary should have affected Ginny much MORE in the long run than it did. This chart just proves it.

I’m sorry I all I saw was “Ginny had more of Voldemort in her than Harry ever did”

Voldemort x Ginny is cannon.

after avpsy i totally started shipping that

(Source: ilovecharts)

“And at last I see the light. And it’s like the fog has lifted. And at last I see the light. And it’s like the sky is new. And it’s warm and real and bright. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different, now that I see you.”

(Source: mickeyandcompany)

oneextendedhyperbole:

livelaughawesome:

patriarchyforbreakfast:

moonandshore:

irresistible-revolution:

mexicanprincessbrienne:

oh beyonce i think i love you more and more each day

why more people dont pick you as their feminist icon i’ll never know

I’m crying. This is my life in a gifset. 

There is a sea of female celebrities who slut-shame, say shit like “I’m not like other girls” and “all my friends are guys,” and then there is Beyonce. 

casually reblogging this again because I had such an awesome night last night with my girlfriends, at two separate parties and an impromptu slumber party. Spending time with the woman in my life who care about me and understand me is the absolute best way to feel good about myself. I just love my girlfriends.

bey4matriarch

With songs like Run the World, Independent Women and Survivor, how was there ever a doubt?

(Source: beyonceistheanswer)

drsilverfish:

The ingredients for Metatron’s spell were:

1. Find the angel who loves humanity the most

2. Persuade him to kill a Nephillim, one of the children born of angel/ human love

3. Persuade him to take away a Cupid’s bow, the instrument by which Heaven helps people to fall in love

wucyhale:

favorite movies: The Incredibles (2004) “No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for… for ten minutes!”

rosalarian:

Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.

lilyjoy30-impala:

daenerystaygaryen:

To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.

But then you hear a noise outside. Your friend goes to investigate and never comes back. You wait, and then decide to go looking for them. You grab a torch and climb out and scan the trees with the light. 

You hear a dripping noise behind you. 

You turn around and see water dripping onto the car, but it’s not raining. You shine the torch onto the water, and realise it’s red. It’s blood. You look up, and there’s your friend, hanging from the tree above, stomach ripped open and hand reaching down, dripping blood. 

You go to scream but then something hits you from behind. 

You were in the first five minutes of Supernatural.

mitigatedwrath:

Save it

NO ONE GETS REJECTED LIKE GASTON

(Source: buttheydontknowweknowtheyknow)

goddammitfenton:

if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence

frosteethesnowman:

tumblr’s all fun and games and then you realize it’s four a.m. and you have three tests tomorrow and you’ve accomplished nothing and your whole life is a lie

(Source: kitteecat)