“And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten…” 
     Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light…

A man who's pure of heart // and says his prayers by night
may still become a wolf // when the autumn moon is bright

I’m gonna call you Hoolihan. Partner and Hoolihan!

221q:

Will discovers nintendogs

madsmikklsen:

where the fuck is beverly

penguinsledding:

Happy (Late) Birthday to Elyse (fanandboomerang)!!

Sorry for the extreme lateness of this, bb- first I was busy with finals, and then my internet pooped out. But here it is! Thanks for everything you’ve done for the fandom and for me. When I stumbled across your blog, I was a casual shipper still finding their footing in the Avatar fandom. Nowadays, I’m more devoted to Sukka than ever, and I have a great friend. Happy birthday. <3

actualhannibal:

/waiting for Bev to come back and fix this mess