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holybikinisbatman:

pragtergeist:

chenyakumo:

nothing i do for the rest of my life will ever top this

SCREAMING

….this is….oddly….good??????????????

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ppyajunebug:

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:


At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

This appeared on my dash and I smiled. I’m glad it’s still going around, and that people are still affected by it! Definitely the most popular thing I’ve ever written…

ppyajunebug:

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

This appeared on my dash and I smiled. I’m glad it’s still going around, and that people are still affected by it! Definitely the most popular thing I’ve ever written…

homestuckorbust:

helianthi:

What did the pirate say when he turned 80

Aye matey

GO TO HELL THAT WAS CLEVER

tea ask!
earl grey: how do you take your tea?
lady grey: favorite outfit?
irish breakfast: what country do you want to visit?
chamomile: comfort movie?
peppermint: what's your favorite holiday and why?
milk: do you have any allergies?
sugar: tell me about your first crush
honey: type out the last text you sent
green tea: where do you feel most at peace?
bubble tea: what ride would you pick at an amusement park?
mug: when/where do you normally drink tea?
chai: what do you order at starbucks?
oolong: what are you hoping to be doing in ten years?
herbal: post a selfie
coffee: surprise coffee ask! how do you take your coffee?
Egoraptor - Fuck (Updated)
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Egoraptor - Fuck (Updated)
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taeko5353:

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Hyun-Joo - Legend of Zelda: Song of Storms (Brawl Version) 3-hand Play
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nazerine:

kirijogroupie:

cheesydicks:

parcelhare:

zelda-remixes:

A piano arrangement of Song of Storms from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, performed by Hyun-Joo.

1920’s Piano Bar Crime Drama Legend of Zelda AU. Smoke-filled lounges, hot babes and private detectives ok? Just. Yes. Ahhhhhh. What am I even

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aww yeah that’s the good stuff

listening to this makes me -really- want to hear someone giving the song of storms a really crunchy boogie-woogie bassline

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cyberfckr:

2000ish:

Never Forget

HOLY SHITTTT

kingmunsterxvii:

Here’s how Naruto should end: Last panel is Naruto standing proudly over Konohagakure. Slowly zoom out to reveal Luffy staring into a snowglobe with a miniature Konoha inside it. Usopp asks him what he’s doing. Luffy replies “Thinkin’ bout ninjas! Ninjas are cool!” and then chucks it off the ship

blue-eyed-hanji:

spookyram:

romanimperial:

whatsayyousir:

teatray-inthesky:

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forever reblog

ALWAYS REBLOG.

final image made it all worth it

heylola2:

assbuttofasgard:

dippersnipnops:

the-spoopy-monkey:

lianarainbow50:

wanderartlovergal:

momiji-sakura:

kezziez:

psych2go:

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What are the first three words that you see?

This would be an interesting thing to see other people try.
I got: Love, Beauty, Success

Took a few minutes but, popularity, lust???, and youth.

money, intelligence, and happiness

Love, Health, Power.
I expected Love, happiness, and sex. fUCK DIS THING

love that is sadly true…

love intelligence popularityTRU

Love, beauty, freedom

beauty, love, happiness

heylola2:

assbuttofasgard:

dippersnipnops:

the-spoopy-monkey:

lianarainbow50:

wanderartlovergal:

momiji-sakura:

kezziez:

psych2go:

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What are the first three words that you see?

This would be an interesting thing to see other people try.

I got: Love, Beauty, Success

Took a few minutes but, popularity, lust???, and youth.


money, intelligence, and happiness

Love, Health, Power.

I expected Love, happiness, and sex. fUCK DIS THING

love
that is sadly true…

love intelligence popularity
TRU

Love, beauty, freedom

beauty, love, happiness

rashaka:

mazarinedrake:

Aggressive/Dramatic Zuko that make me giggle.

Zuko is basically the most perfectly accurate teenager ever to appeal on TV.

raise your glass for the type-A insecure teenagers torn between an intense desire to please and a passionate wish that the world might hopefully implode and crush everyone before dinnertime