sararye:

every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters

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Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon’s sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and — a letter for Harry.

Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives — he didn’t belong to the library, so he’d never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:

Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

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theladyofthedirewolves:

 SteveBucky + quoting each other

(via holahydra)

chillybucky:

If you defend a guy for his nudes getting leaked (“aw it’s okay we still love you1!1!1!!!”) but then shame a girl for her nudes getting leaked (“what a slut she shouldn’t have taken them in the first place!!1!1!!!”) I hope you step on many lego pieces at once.

lessaofpern:

GO, GO, G R Y F F I N D O R
—- gryffindor pride requested by anonymous; dedicated to adventuresinnerdland

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Daniel Radcliffe | ‘What If’ Press Tour, Denmark

Like nothing’s changed. Not true of course.

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HW