The Trio, and the scars they got along the way.
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Man, every time I finish the books I go through a period of mourning, and this time I am self medicating with fanart.
I borrowed Hermione’s scar from the movies, I actually found that part powerful, in a awful way.
People fucking forgetting about Ron’s scars from the brain. This is amazing. thank you
omg I’m at work and a group of like 13 year old girls come in and order their lattes or whatever and one girl is like can you Instagram this with all our names on it? and her friend is like ya totally and so I may have put a q in the middle of all of their names so they got their coffee and were like “omg what the hell we can’t take a picture of this” Im literally the worst person ever
im still laughing about this they were so mad omg
i bet you never had a friday night like this
i regret making this post with every inch of me
It’s back
PLEASE NO
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
Always remember that you are not worthless, organs are extremely expensive on the black market
My roommate and I just looked this up and your bone marrow alone is worth $23 million. 23 million dollars. So if you ever kidnap someone, don’t hold them for ransom, just keep them in a vegetative state and slowly sell their bone marrow on the black market.
now ur talkin
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tal9000:
[Image: a tumblr radar screenshot showing a painting of a spoon mother and fork father holding a spork baby, credited to red-lipstick. The credit is circled “NO!”]
puppy-eater:
Hello friends!
You see this? This painting has caused my poor, dear friend, Sara Dunn, a lot of pain.
It’s a fun image that has gotten a lot of attention, but this attention has been misplaced through outrageously unsourced art.
Now, even the tumblrRadar has chosen to ignore that Sara actually has a tumblr: bluebirdovermyeyes and reposted the image.
It references her deviantart url: decomposerdoll, but makes no effort to link to the image even on there.
If you like her painting, I strongly recommend reblogging it from Sara, the artist, and perhaps looking at some of her other work.
This. THIS is why it’s literally never ok to repost somebody’s art unless you are 100% certain they do not have a tumblr post of it!!!!!](http://25.media.tumblr.com/1b8571cff6ac539e19236a58d049d0b2/tumblr_mmsnt3lpnA1r5khfro1_500.png)
[Image: a tumblr radar screenshot showing a painting of a spoon mother and fork father holding a spork baby, credited to red-lipstick. The credit is circled “NO!”]
Hello friends!
You see this? This painting has caused my poor, dear friend, Sara Dunn, a lot of pain.
It’s a fun image that has gotten a lot of attention, but this attention has been misplaced through outrageously unsourced art.
Now, even the tumblrRadar has chosen to ignore that Sara actually has a tumblr: bluebirdovermyeyes and reposted the image.
It references her deviantart url: decomposerdoll, but makes no effort to link to the image even on there.
If you like her painting, I strongly recommend reblogging it from Sara, the artist, and perhaps looking at some of her other work.
This. THIS is why it’s literally never ok to repost somebody’s art unless you are 100% certain they do not have a tumblr post of it!!!!!
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
Book shelf slide.
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THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN
splinter.
^ You don’t get splinters from finished wood hun.
KATE MIDDLETON’S BABY WILL BE THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE AND IF THAT ISN’T THE GREATEST NEWS YOU’VE HEARD TODAY THEN YOU CAN GET OUT OF MY FACE.
