The gods wait to delight in you.

Create monsters with love.



I suppose this used to happen quite often
  • James: Lily?
  • Lily: Mmmm
  • James: I may have wrapped Harry in my invisibility cloak for his nap...and now I can't find him.
  • Lily:
  • James:
  • Lily:
  • James:
  • Lily:
  • James: ...but I swear, the last time I saw him he was somewhere in the room.
A person who doesn't have tumblr showing me something
  • Them: look
  • Me: I saw that already

weight13ss:

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mixed media artworks by charlotte caron

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tatsubaki:

moriartyistheworstkidsshowhost:

demonauphe:

andromedaic:

Forget the phone call, forget the fall, forget John alone at Baker Street.

This is what broke me.

This change in demeanour, the nod of “get yourself into check, soldier on” and the military turn, is John: destroyed.

This is whitewashed John, boring John, bored John…John Before Sherlock.

Except now it’s John After Sherlock, and he knows exactly what (who) he is missing.

FKN THIS.

FUCK EVERYTHING

(via collars-and-cheek-bones)

I like the booty, oh what a booty

(Source: bartonesque, via noirdessin)