Tag Archives: this made me laugh

punkfaery:

punkfaery:

so i just started reading the silmarillion and let me tell you, i was not expecting this much drama. the very first chapter is about ilúvatar and the creation of arda and it honestly just reads like a bunch of students arguing over who gets credit for the group project

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“fuck off melkor you didn’t even help with the powerpoint”

maxamori:

cannibalempath:

discourser-of-kruphix:

gwylock1:

mindcrankismycommander:

genonsoku:

HAVE WE BEEN KINKING THE KINKS ALL THIS TIME?

NO END IN SIGHT TO THE MADNESS

How do you kinkshame someone whose kink is shame without having to kinkshame yourself for shaming someone who gets off on shame?

HOW MUCH KINK COULD A KINKSHAME SHAME
IF A KINKSHAME COULD SHAME KINK?

maybe the real kinks are the kinks we shamed along the way

Do you ever find these posts where you look at them and wonder what digital archaeologists in the year 3016 will say.

shoggoth88:

mimosaeyes:

musicalluna:

sadfishkid:

mxlfoydraco:

a concept: Harry Potter with his mother’s hair and father’s eyes instead of vice versa.
Harry with fiery dark red hair and soft hazel eyes please and thank you

i imagine this is how harry and draco’s first meeting would have gone then haha

can you imagine how much more confused arthur would have been in that scene where he first meets harry 😂

his eyes would probably sweep right over harry at the breakfast table, and then he would freeze and have to do a mental tally of his children

I can see Fred and George really going with it too…

“Come on Dad, don’t you remember Harry?”
“Next you’ll tell us you don’t remember Craig”
“Or Ethel”
“Or Annie“
“Or Ryan”

chronicintrovert:

batatonia:

#I feel like I’ve just been introduced to a major character in a Wes Anderson movie

there are so many important elements to this. the slow-mo. the sliding on snow in trainers?? the string classical music. the knowing glance towards the camera. the slight raise of the mug in salutation. the book. the red dressing gown. the snowflakes falling past. the hair? the blink as they turn away. who are they