One scene from Exile on Main Street with captions for the Wincest-impaired.
#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene
I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.
Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right now
Say something, make my day
Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE.
#this is a harry potter blog #seriously any profession that turns out a kid like hermione #must be utterly terrifying #neville finds out it involves rearranging people’s teeth with wires and drills #and drugs and scrapy knives #and is like AHA #I KNEW IT#I KNEW THEY WERE TERRIFYING #hermione granger: horrifying storm of a girl since day one #(so do the muggles have to be hunted down for that or does the government assign you targets) he asks her one day #she squints at him for a long time #’they volunteer’ she says eventually #neville shivers #muggles are HARDCORE
Including tags because oh my fucking god.
WHY ARE NONE OF YOU FUCKERS FLIPPING SHIT?!?
NASA HAS DECLARED PLUTO A PLANET AGAIN
IT HAS MOONS!!!!! IT HAS MOONS!!!!!!!
WHAT. WHAT! PLUTO YOU FUCKING DID IT!
VIVA LA PLUTO, YOU DID IT!!!
VIVA LA PLUTO MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!
V I V A L A P L U T O
Their Richards will be so very very different from each other…
Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.
Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.
"The tragedy of that poor boy’s life is not the realization that he’s not the grand prize he’s assumed, but that he’s not even second place."
“If you weren’t here from the beginning then you’re a fake fan”. That’s just like saying my sister isn’t a part of my family because I escaped the vagina first.
The first time Stiles holds his hand they’re in the hospital. Its cold, he’s miserable but Scott’s there, and Scott’s hand is the only warm thing in this place. He feels okay for the moment.
The second time they hold hands, Scott’s sleeping over the night of his mother’s funeral. There’s snot and tears covering them both but Scott didn’t seem to mind. It was the same when Scott’s dad left him and Melissa. They fall asleep with their held hands between them
The twenty-sixth time, they’re in his room in sixth grade doing homework together. Stiles can’t focus, he can never focus when it comes to homework recently and it’s as frustrating as it shouldn’t be. He doesn’t want to do his homework but at the same time he does but he can’t read the words on the page. He can’t focus enough and it just doesn’t register and he has to reread it over and over-
And then Scott’s hand is in his, stilling his fingers from messing with the pages of his language arts book and his thumb is rubbing over Stiles’ palm.
“My Mom does this. When I’m mad, it helps me calm down.” Scott tilts his head, big brown eyes wide and worried, “Is it helping you?”
Stiles furrows his brows, looking down at their hands and…oddly he feels calmer. He nods, clutching onto Scott’s hand as tight as he can to show it’s okay, “It does.” And the bright smile Stiles gets in return makes him happy.
They spend the rest of the day getting Stiles’ homework done together.
It’s about two months later and Stiles and Scott are even more inseparable than before. Stiles doesn’t wanna let go of Scott and Scott doesn’t wanna let go of Stiles. They have their arms around each other or holding onto their clothes so they don’t get lost from the other and they have every single class together.
Stiles couldn’t be happier.
They never held hands at school until today. They try to dodge the balls being thrown at them together in P.E. and Scott latches on to his hand to save him from the sudden death of a ball connecting to his stomach. It works, but it also sends them both tumbling to the floor in the middle of the battle. When they scramble up together, they’re still holding hands, this time running away from the ball instead of trying to duck.
Of course Jackson catches them and has to say something.
“Aw, look at them! Bunch of babies holding hands like girls!” Jackson shouts, and now all eyes are on them and there’s laughter coming from the other boys.
Stiles turns beat red and feels his blood burn. He hates Jackson. He’d kill him if his Dad wasn’t the sheriff. He’ll kill all of them for laughing, they never understood him and Scott-
And then Scott’s squeezing his hand, lacing their fingers together and all the noise drains away. He looks up at his friend, blinks at the smile that makes the rest of the world fade away too and slowly beams back. Clutching tightly at Scott’s hand and once again runs across the court with him.
After that, Stiles could care less if Jackson thought he was a bubble blowing baby. Scott holds his hand everywhere they go and he fells safe. More than safe. Like butterflies fill his stomach and his chest becomes warm like an oven and like … like Scott was his sun.
That’s what Dad had called Mom. His sun.
(sorry i got a little carried away, hope this fills what you wanted, orphanvigilante!)
having a really good joke but executing it poorly
Not taking any chances
I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much
I actually just looked this up and found out some interesting things.
Young MacGuffin speaks in a North East Doric dialect which obviously is hard to understand. Originally he was going to just speak gibberish but his voice actor, Kevin McKidd, suggested he try a few lines in Doric and Pixar loved it and kept it. Found a couple translations too, but only one of them applies to this gif set and that’s the third one after Merida gave her speech about letting them choose who they marry:
“It’s just not fair making us fight for the hand of a girl who doesn’t want anything to do with it. You know?”
OH MY GOD
this changes everything
ALL of the things.
WLIIA ~ Let’s Make A Date
I find it really strange that when you’re in a long distance friendship or relationship all you want to do is see that person and being around them is the biggest most wonderful deal but there are people who interact with them
all the time, on the street and in the classroom and in the shops and it always makes me jealous because you want to be with this person so much and for everyone else they’re nothing special but for you they’re everything special
#i like to imagine that stiles has a mental list of this for everyone he knows #danny: bad taste in friends. skips spanish sometimes. #allison: vengeful. never has hair ties. cuts nails too short. #isaac: fucking scarves. thinks scott likes him a lot. scarves again bcuz really. #lydia: wears too much perfume. bad taste in dudes. #derek: grumpy. bad at communication. eyebrows #jackson: everything. (via masonjo)