1. wickedclothes:

    Hogwarts Hufflepuff Corset

    Crafted out of fine yellow and black silk and accented with the Hogwarts house crest. Be certain to stun your date to the next Yule Ball with this lovely corset. Sold on Etsy.

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  4. feferiden:

    gingerhaze:

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    This is the realest shit

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  7. stilinski-is-the-king:

    crystalhollnd:

    bootywolves:

    imagine what stiles must look like to the other kids at beacon hills high. like he thinks that everyone thinks he’s just a loser, but they’re actually just really intimated by him? 

    "that’s stiles stilinski. one time he actually kidnapped the captain of the lacrosse team. and sometimes he shows up to school with all sorts of bruises cuts. and he’s always being questioned by the police. im pretty sure he’s dating that scary guy with the leather jacket. i think they’re in a gang." 

    #’i don’t know what he did to lydia martin but she talks to him now’#’i think he threatened her’#’remember they went to that dance together last year and she was in the hospital and then ran around the woods for a couple days?’#’pretty sure he hypnotized her or something’#from an outsider’s perspective stiles is terrifying (x)

     (x)

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  9. congalineofdurin:

    concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

    thenorsebros:

    if i die before my favorite show ends then use an ouija board to keep me updated about what happens next

    the only acceptable use for a ouija board

    Moffat has written a game-changing episode of Doctor Who. Major plotlines have been altered. He calls it ‘revolutionary’.
    Your hand trembles as you spell out the letters. Furniture flies around the room. Tchotchkes are knocked violently off your mantle by an unseen hand. The television flickers to life behind you, nothing but loud, crackling static and your friend’s voice from the great beyond shouting
    "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"

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  11. happywater:

    hey how you doin lil mama lemme whisper in yo ear

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  13. wilsontoyourhouse:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children. 
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said. 
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness. 
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power. 
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

    wilsontoyourhouse:

    thepostmodernpottercompendium:

    Children. They were teaching children

    Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

    Toughen them, said Godric.

    Make them smart, said Rowena.

    And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

    But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

    She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

    I will take them all, she said. 

    I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

    I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

    I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

    No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

    But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

    Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

    For goodness. For hope.

    And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

    Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

    (But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

    (Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

    #and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

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  15. forkanna:

rainbowninjaprincess1:

forkanna:

hellyeahpuckentine

Thank you, tiny potato

200 NOTES ON THIS HOW MANY INSPIRATIONAL POTATOES DO YOU NEED

    forkanna:

    rainbowninjaprincess1:

    forkanna:

    hellyeahpuckentine

    Thank you, tiny potato

    200 NOTES ON THIS HOW MANY INSPIRATIONAL POTATOES DO YOU NEED

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  17. thekatitube:

    DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY

  18. zagreus-taking-time-apart:

    *gets gay married during the purge*

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  20. "The sniper, he was a kid. He was maybe twelve years old. Maybe. So I hesitated….and I got my brother killed…I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. I am so sorry…”
  21. penis-hilton:

    i hate everything about this

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  23. oceanmaster:
  24. Anonymous:
    why isn't it a problem when m.i.a raps? why is it ok to have chicano rap/asian rap/ etc? But as soon as white people try it you all lose your shit?

    congalineofdurin:

    ttfkagb:

    kyssthis16:

    That’s so cute and simplistic. Did you work on this question all week or…? No one cares when white people try to rap. We care when they don’t represent their authentic selves or are plain untalented. We don’t care that Eminem is white. He’s not out her performing sonic blackface, despite being from the Detroit Metro Area. Yelawolf sounds like a southern rapper because… he’s a southern rapper. Homeboy is from Alabama. His voice is his. Hell, we didn’t even care about Bubba Sparxxx. Homeboy is from Georgia. Plus, Ms. New Booty is still a bop, so.. *shrugs*

    Iggy literally sounds like something out of Malibu’s Most Wanted. Protip: that movie was not a documentary. This sheila is claiming she’s in the “murda bidness”. Homegirl grew up in Mulllumbimby, New South Wales, on a fucking farm. What the fuck was she murdering? Chickens? The hopes and dreams of her parents? What? You tell me. But she is flagrantly being dishonest and unauthentic. She sounds like all the mediocre parts of some of the premiere lady rappers throughout the years. She ain’t as cool in her delivery as Da Brat. She ain’t as raw and bold as Foxy or Trina. She ain’t as cute or skilled as Charli Baltimore. Iggy is what happens when generally mediocre white girls think they deserve to win and people who don’t know better let them. 

    "Iggy is what happens when generally mediocre white girls think they deserve to win and people who don’t know better let them."

    BOOM
    THIS IS WHY NICKI IS AWESOME AND IGGY IS LAME
    EVEN THOUGH THEY SOUND SIMILAR

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