Oh, you like to think you’re a god. But you’re not a god. You’re just a parasite eaten out with jealousy and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. On the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow. So… so, come on, then. Take mine.
Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn’t mean they’re lost forever.
Why didn’t I do this before?
Her name would still be Hiccup? Looks pretty unissex to me
I’m not even in the HTTYD fandom but can we all take a moment to appreciate that functional, non-sexualized armor and badass helmet illustrators everywhere please take note
When The Doctor and Donna meet again
with subtitles requested by: anonymous
So, do you have crush on any fictional character who has NOT killed a man?
"Underneath the footprints it says “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” in clear UV-reactive ink"
The Harry Potter geek in me just freaked out.
MORMOR AU: Months after the Reichenbachfall, Jim Moriarty meets up with Irene Adler to rebuild his criminal empire, destroyed by the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. To his misgiving, the woman has something else in mind. Some hours later, however, his loyal marksman Sebastian Moran receives a short message. “Counduit Street. Bring wine.”
And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness.