I am fangirl, fear my flail.

Sideblog for fandom things I'm obsessing over and would otherwise flood your dash with (unless you're following this blog why would you do that you cut that shit out right now missy you hear me). Fandoms include but are not limited to: Homestuck, Homestuck, Homestuck, Homestuck, Homestuck, Team Fortress 2, Once Upon a Time, Marvel, Doctor Who, Portal, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Left 4 Dead, Lord of the Rings, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, and MLP: Friendship is Magic, and Homestuck. Expect to see a lot of Scout, Gamzee, and The Grand Highblood.
Nsfw posts tagged; spoilers for the most part are not (Homestuck update-related posts are tagged as upd8). Proceed with caution.

maudsmuggers:

slugsgiving:

i hate the neologism “partner” for “person i’m dating”. i have no intention of being a cowboy and nobody will ever be a cowboy to me.

speak for yourself, slim. some of us cowpoke are lookin’ for the right partner to call our own… [twangs acoustic guitar softly as i stare towards the twinkling night sky] don’t see many of them stars where you’re from, eh, city boy? nah. didn’t think so.

(Source: littlemammal, via babybarracuda)

— 13 hours ago with 82028 notes
#Engie  #queueb route 
a-girl-named-stu:

fortune-favors-the-newt:

The gif froze and this happened

Newt found some category 5 kush

a-girl-named-stu:

fortune-favors-the-newt:

The gif froze and this happened

Newt found some category 5 kush

(via herquack-gottbill)

— 17 hours ago with 149 notes
#Pacific Rim  #queueb route 

koffrey:

Many who follow entertainment in Hollywood will have a tough time wrapping their head around you–

Deal with it. [x]

(via sansalayned)

— 1 day ago with 37267 notes
#A Song of Ice and Fire 

deesarrachi:

seagreeneyes:

granspooky:

chickenspookspecial:

no but seriously imagine being a muggleborn wizard at hogwarts and then when you learn to conjure your patronus it turns out to be a pikachu

#and everyone’s like ‘ooooh what sort of magical creature is this’ #meanwhile the muggle borns are laughing their asses off going ‘PIKA! PIKA’ at you #not but srsly how come muggle borns don’t have a super secret club making inside jokes and snarking right back at elitist purebloods

#i fully support this #muggleborns writing with pencils and pens instead of stupid quills #using muggle slang to answer to insults #teaching their housemates about muggle culture and introducing them to tv shows and books and movies #you have no idea how much i want this #hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home

I mean as a person who’s had to integrate in a foreign culture (which is think is similar to how muggle borns would initially feel in the wizarding world) I know how you, despite wanting to become part of the community, seek out people like you by instinct. Tbh, all the European kids in my town would spend at least the first thirty minutes of any conversation with each other talking about how seriously no Communist is like a dirty word here and why don’t they have Kinder eggs in this fucking place is2g. So it makes sense to me that muggle borns would seek each other out and make inside jokes and dude the new Pokèmon came out bloody hell I’ll have to wait for summer to play it ugh and shit please tell me your mum sent you ballpoints again I seriously cannot deal with all this ink I keep staining everything.

Sorry I vomited words on here omg sorry I just realized

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— 1 day ago with 126986 notes
#Harry Potter  #queueb route 
livesandliesofwizards:

The Slytherin mind — the mind of a true Slytherin, one who wants to be in the house, and chooses to be in the house, and one who belongs there, besides — is not a mind you can cheat. Not really.
Suppose you were to tell it fantastic fairy stories of certain blessed beings who are pure and good and deserve all they have by virtue of their birth, and certain wicked muddy brown things that come in like intruders in the night. Well, one who simply wants to be a Slytherin might believe you, inflamed as they are by a need to be superior, and perhaps also possessed of an adorable childish credulity. Such a being would gladly reduce the world to Mr. Nott’s fables. 
But the truly cunning Slytherin would know better. She would become, after some time, too disillusioned for your bedtime stories.
Suppose you were to demand that the Slytherins line themselves all up in rows, heed the call to arms, show the world their stunning power, lie and cheat and steal and kill in the name of some grand cause, toss away even their freedom to demonstrate that their way — the Slytherin way — is better than all the rest. Those who idolize the house and all it stands for would surely be first in line. But those are not the most Slytherin of Slytherins. Not really. Oh, they want to be. But already they prize house and creed above their own survival, and what sort of snake is that?
Suppose you were to present a Slytherin with one path forward — only one. “Here is the road you must take,” you will say. And it leads to a dank and destructive future, a cold cell in Azkaban, certain death for friend and foe alike. It is as unappealing and as likely to sicken one, as horrible, as those midnight swims in the lake the wild-eyed snake-girl prefects dare to take, protected only by Dark and forbidden magic, desperate to bait and kill a merman in the name of house and home and purest blood.
Oh, but the snake-girl prefects are too wild to be true Slytherins. No true Slytherin would take such a plunge. No true Slytherin would destroy themselves in that manner. Someone who rather likes the idea of Slytherin would. But not someone who embodies the house. Given only one terrible path, the true Slytherin would not jump headlong into it. She would carve out a second path. This is the way of the cunning survivalist.
And so it is that Andromeda wakes in the night, and remembers being tugged into the lake on a dare, and remembers almost drowning, and remembers the strong-armed Hufflepuff who pulled her out and wrapped her in his coat, and promised not to tell.
And then her sister, her hair sodden and dark, the merman’s skull in one hand, the shiny P on her chest glinting, coming upon her and saying, “Oh, darling, of course I’m sorry. But don’t you see? If we’d drowned, at least we would have drowned together.”
"Not me," Andromeda had said. "You drown. Not me."

livesandliesofwizards:

The Slytherin mind — the mind of a true Slytherin, one who wants to be in the house, and chooses to be in the house, and one who belongs there, besides — is not a mind you can cheat. Not really.

Suppose you were to tell it fantastic fairy stories of certain blessed beings who are pure and good and deserve all they have by virtue of their birth, and certain wicked muddy brown things that come in like intruders in the night. Well, one who simply wants to be a Slytherin might believe you, inflamed as they are by a need to be superior, and perhaps also possessed of an adorable childish credulity. Such a being would gladly reduce the world to Mr. Nott’s fables. 

But the truly cunning Slytherin would know better. She would become, after some time, too disillusioned for your bedtime stories.

Suppose you were to demand that the Slytherins line themselves all up in rows, heed the call to arms, show the world their stunning power, lie and cheat and steal and kill in the name of some grand cause, toss away even their freedom to demonstrate that their way — the Slytherin way — is better than all the rest. Those who idolize the house and all it stands for would surely be first in line. But those are not the most Slytherin of Slytherins. Not really. Oh, they want to be. But already they prize house and creed above their own survival, and what sort of snake is that?

Suppose you were to present a Slytherin with one path forward — only one. “Here is the road you must take,” you will say. And it leads to a dank and destructive future, a cold cell in Azkaban, certain death for friend and foe alike. It is as unappealing and as likely to sicken one, as horrible, as those midnight swims in the lake the wild-eyed snake-girl prefects dare to take, protected only by Dark and forbidden magic, desperate to bait and kill a merman in the name of house and home and purest blood.

Oh, but the snake-girl prefects are too wild to be true Slytherins. No true Slytherin would take such a plunge. No true Slytherin would destroy themselves in that manner. Someone who rather likes the idea of Slytherin would. But not someone who embodies the house. Given only one terrible path, the true Slytherin would not jump headlong into it. She would carve out a second path. This is the way of the cunning survivalist.

And so it is that Andromeda wakes in the night, and remembers being tugged into the lake on a dare, and remembers almost drowning, and remembers the strong-armed Hufflepuff who pulled her out and wrapped her in his coat, and promised not to tell.

And then her sister, her hair sodden and dark, the merman’s skull in one hand, the shiny P on her chest glinting, coming upon her and saying, “Oh, darling, of course I’m sorry. But don’t you see? If we’d drowned, at least we would have drowned together.”

"Not me," Andromeda had said. "You drown. Not me."

(via ink-splotch)

— 1 day ago with 749 notes
#Harry Potter  #queueb route 

theanswerisalwayswincestiel:

buzzfeedgeeky:

Rare Harry Potter Illustrations From The Book’s Artist.

I am in tears and I do not even care.

(via herquack-gottbill)

— 1 day ago with 86772 notes
#Harry Potter  #queueb route