24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 24607 notes @threadear / Reblog!

ilovelecter:

shout out to the people who ship their ships quietly and happily and can laugh about it and don’t start shit with anybody about it (◡‿◡✿) 

24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 4931 notes — ©eros-turannos @kaxyz / Reblog!

eros-turannos:

I’m my own woman—first, last, and always.

24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 25315 notes — ©hedlunds @snarkophile / Reblog!

snarkophile:

Don’t forget Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston.

24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 17541 notes — ©sebuttchinstan @kaxyz / Reblog!

me: okay so i want you to give me the biggest hug ever like don’t hold back okay give it to me

seb: *loud lion laugh* okay

me: and then i want you to do the most ridiculous face you can

seb: *high pitched voice* liKE A SILLY FACE

me: *even louder high pitched voice* yEAH LIKE A SILLY FACE

24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 14932 notes — ©rubyredwisp @oreillesdelfes / Reblog!

Queen Elizabeth Visits Game Of Thrones Studio In Belfast (x)

24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 7509 notes — ©strydering @sirepotter / Reblog!

Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them then you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 4568 notes — ©aipoms @theartofdysfunction / Reblog!
24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 1023 notes @textsfromthe-avengers / Reblog!
24th, Tuesday -- 1 month ago, with 668 notes — ©4ever5ummer @kaxyz / Reblog!

4ever5ummer:

You just know this is going to be good

23rd, Monday -- 1 month ago, with 157982 notes — ©tardis221b @medinaquirin / Reblog!

when you wake up from a particularly disturbing dream and just stare at the ceiling for a while like what crevice of my mind did that even seep from