fandoms-are-anything
hypervelocitywolfcannon:

spideybutt:

many-lives:

pixie-sabre:

imaginethebutts:

it has begun

mushroom, mushroom…

Oh my god
The cat in the corner is just like ‘who the hell are you guys?’

After years of neglect, the Hufflepuff house rises

My mind went from 0 to “badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger” in 0.00005 seconds when this picture came up.

didn’t anyone notice the full moon? forget werewolves, apparently its the badgers you have to worry about during a full moon 

hypervelocitywolfcannon:

spideybutt:

many-lives:

pixie-sabre:

imaginethebutts:

it has begun

mushroom, mushroom…

Oh my god

The cat in the corner is just like ‘who the hell are you guys?’

After years of neglect, the Hufflepuff house rises

My mind went from 0 to “badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger” in 0.00005 seconds when this picture came up.

didn’t anyone notice the full moon? forget werewolves, apparently its the badgers you have to worry about during a full moon 

dylanolovings

meoplelikepeople:

acrackinthetardis:

nickgrimshade:

do you ever remember that harry is only 18 years old and he’s been accused of sleeping with 410 women and breaking up 3 marriages and he can’t even get a tattoo without being surrounded by thousands of girls and he has no privacy and never actually gets to just be an 18 year old kid

For a minute I thought you were talking about Harry Potter and I was really confused

I was trying to remember when this happened in the books.

good it wasn’t just me ^^

thekaleidoscopediaries

phresch:

lamemily:

once i tried to shift positions in bed and i shifted so quickly i pulled a muscle in my chest and i swear to god i couldn’t breathe and i thought i would die. 

Two weeks ago i was sitting in bed and I threw myself backwards cause i thought my head would land on my pillow, but I misjudged and hit my head on my wall and knocked myself out.

once i was jumping on my parents bed and i tried to do a somersault mid air but i landed on neck funny and blacked out. when i came-too i couldnt remember how i ended back in my bedroom on the floor. apparently my younger brother found me and dragged me from our parents room to my room. 

Bitch Please… A Roast to Beowulf

Beowulf, where do I start? From the beginning, I guess. I mean, are you just that desperate for attention that you had to sail across the ocean with you entire entourage to fight some monster that has nothing to do with you? It’s a nice thing to do, I suppose, to try to help out your neighboring country but I mean, really, there wasn’t anything for you to fight back home? Oh that’s right, I forgot you were just so bored with silly swimming competitions that you had to switch it up a bit, right? But seriously, did anyone ask you to come to Demark and tear shit up? No. You just decided that no one but ‘almighty Beowulf’ could handle the evil Grendel.

Speaking of Grendel, and speaking as a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter… did anyone ask Grendel why he was causing such destruction to the mead-hall? I mean he could have had a very good reason for all that damage. The 2007 movie version eludes that Grendel is Hrothgar’s bastard son. Maybe he wanted some attention, and you being Mr. Macho Beowulf wouldn’t even give him a chance. If that’s not bad enough, it could just because the people were bothering him and he didn’t know how to deal with it. Other than, of course, the way the rest of you seem to deal with things, attacking with no mercy. I mean, did it ever occur to anyone that the mead-hall was not really in the best location? Did anyone file for a building permit on that or are we all just a bunch of uncivilized barbarians?

Which brings me back to Beowulf; Was ripping off Grendel’s arm really necessary? You couldn’t have talked it out like bros or anything? Nope, just rip his arm off. I mean I’ll advocate for not wasting time with petty bullshit, but to just like RIP HIS ARM OFF? Maybe you’re the one who needs to take a chill pill.

So that’s that, you kill Grendel, huzzah, throw some confetti, it’s a parade! But I think there might be one person that you forgot to invite to the party. Hey, I’m just saying maybe Grendel’s mother, we’ll call her Jill, was happy that you killed her crazy son and super pissed that you didn’t invited her to your little shin-dig. I mean I would be wrathful. Who wants to miss a good party? So, of course, you decide to go after her too. Do you just have it in for this entire poor family? Now there are two versions of this. I would like to go with the 2007 movie version where you decide that it’s a good idea to become romantically involved with Jill. This is the exact opposite of a good idea! In fact it’s horrible one. You have had a first-hand encounter with the end result of that. Stop thinking with your dick and get your shit together Beowulf! You really want to deal with some bastard monster in 30 years? I’ll answer that for you, NOOOOOO!

So, you did it anyway, literally, and now you have a dragon to deal with. Once again I have to ask you, why even get involved, but this time I have to say you did the right thing. You figured out what you did was wrong and you didn’t want anyone else to suffer for it. Good job! A little late but I’ll commend you for it, I mean your ridiculously huge ego is finally being put to good use.

I must admit, if I had been in your shoes I probably would have gotten involved from the get go. But I would have just assumed that Hrothgar’s people deserved to be slaughtered by Grendel. Come on, in reality, who goes on a murderous rampage for no reason? Because I’m pretty sure even the most unstable people who have done such a thing were triggered by something (not justifying it or anything). So, yeah, I probably would not have gone near that with a ten foot pole, but then again, I’m not a hero, and you seem to have that job covered. Good job, Beowulf. Really. Good job.