Hello and welcome to my blog! I'm just a silly Lauren reblogging everyone else like a madwoman, and occasionally writing my own little original posts that nobody really pays attention to. I also have some of my art on here, so there's that too. As for the rest of my blog, it's just an explosion of random fandoms, things I think are hilarious, pretty things, or things that I think are important and need to be signal boosted. Soooo yes! Nice to meet ya!
for my followers who are werewolves
for my followers who are dating werewolves
for my followers who are secret magical girls
there’s something really interesting in this passage that I wanted to point out
Trelawney assumes that Harry was born in midwinter because of his “dark hair” and “mean stature” and “tragic losses so young in life”
Tom Riddle was born in midwinter, is describe in CoS as resembling Harry, and his mother died right after his birth
Harry has a piece of Voldemort’s soul in him
that’s why Trelawney made that assumption
I pointed this out in my Harry Potter class today and everyone started yelling and about five people told me to go to hell
this was so confusing when i first read it because i’m australian and in australia july IS midwinter
do you ever just meet someone who you think you wouldn’t really get close to but then like a year later they’ve become very close and dear to you and you just kinda think, wow im really glad i met this person i don’t know what i’d do without them
i wore a cheap iron man mask for the heck of it during the summer orchestra camp i was mentoring at but i dIDNt know they were gonna bring in professional photographers do u know what its like finding a pic of urself in a foam mask on the internte that u didnt post there urself
it’s wicked HELLA awesome
You don’t have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off. And while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the baby’s soft cartilage head into something a little more modern. It might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but let’s see where the dog is going with this.