catybird

Once, in a online chat with fans, JK Rowling revealed that the third scent Hermione could smell emanating from the Amortentia was that of Ron Weasley’s hair. [ x ]

Once, in a online chat with fans, JK Rowling revealed that the third scent Hermione could smell emanating from the Amortentia was that of Ron Weasley’s hair. [ x ]

viria:

I know I wasn’t the only one who wanted Haku and Chihiro to meet.. Geez, they were one of my first ots and I have never even drew them.
It seems wrong to me, considering how much I love Spirited away.
Although I wouldn’t say I did a great job because, meh, I feel like I can’t draw again..But here they are, anyway, meeting in a 5 years or so.but still it looks like crap to me whatevs 

viria:

I know I wasn’t the only one who wanted Haku and Chihiro to meet.. Geez, they were one of my first ots and I have never even drew them.

It seems wrong to me, considering how much I love Spirited away.

Although I wouldn’t say I did a great job because, meh, I feel like I can’t draw again..But here they are, anyway, meeting in a 5 years or so.but still it looks like crap to me whatevs 

cuddlemeister:

bemusedlybespectacled:

theunfler:

vchrisi:

outofthecavern:

yourfacesirihateit:

well-fly-ofcourse:

yourfacesirihateit:

luna-magia:

vennyvanilla:

zodiac-ler:

Lol myspace…

Hello Google..let me lick your face. 

I might do tumblr if someone will be my 4chan…

I kinda ship Google and Yahoo

“Yahoo.” An all-too familiar voice stopped at her desk. Yahoo looked up nervously.
“Oh. Hi, Google,” she said, fixing her pencil skirt as neatly as she could sitting down.
“I was wondering if I could sit here?” His voice was sultry, barely above a whisper in the almost deserted library.
“Yeah, su-sure,” she stumbled, closing her eyes momentarily to regain her confidence. “What are you working on?”
“Nothing majour,” Google said, relaxing in the seat next to her. “I’ve had to practically do so many people’s assignments for them because they’re too lazy to do it themselves.” He smiled slightly, trying to warm up the timid girl in front of him. He sat up straighter. “What are you working on?”
“I just needed a break. People kept asking me questions, and I got so tired of it, I came in here to get my mind off of everything.”
“Maybe I can help you?” Google slid his hand up her skirt smoothly, rubbing his thumb against her thigh. She gasped quietly, but did nothing to stop him.
“I—I’d be okay with that.”

DEAD
I SHIP IT SO HARD

HAS NO ONE NOTICED 4CHAN IS BASICALLY SLENDER?

can I just
I ship 4chan and bing so hard you dont even know

BloggerxTumblr is my OTP
I picture the Blogger having the hugest crush on Tumblr.
Also Tumblr and Facebook are enemies.

WEBSITE FANFICTION
YES

“Whatchu got there?” Tumblr asked, peeking over Blogger’s shoulder.
“N-nothing!” he said, shoving his pictures and loose-leaf diary behind his back. His most recent scribbling was a picture of her, but there was no way in hell he was going to show it to her. 
“You really should get out more,” Tumblr said, pulling lightly on Blogger’s sleeve. “You’re looking kinda pale.”
“Well, you know I would, Tumblr, but a thing just came up, and I need to write a post about it. People are expecting something, you know?” He gestured vaguely at his computer screen, and all the invisible masses beyond.
“Come ooooooon,” Tumblr pouted, leaning her chin on Blogger’s head. “I hit my post limit over an hour ago, and I’m so booooored.” 
“Besides,” she whispered directly into Blogger’s ear, “I heard there’s an ice cream place not far from here.”
Blogger fought hard, he really did. But nothing could keep the blush from rising on his cheeks. “U-umm, I really don’t want to be a bother though…”
“Ice. Cream,” was Tumblr’s only reply.
And with that, the matter was settled. Sighing, and trying to hide his grin, Blogger stood up, and followed Tumblr out the door.**
**Kisses and ice cream smooches probably ensued.

cuddlemeister:

bemusedlybespectacled:

theunfler:

vchrisi:

outofthecavern:

yourfacesirihateit:

well-fly-ofcourse:

yourfacesirihateit:

luna-magia:

vennyvanilla:

zodiac-ler:

Lol myspace…

Hello Google..

let me lick your face. 

I might do tumblr if someone will be my 4chan…

I kinda ship Google and Yahoo

“Yahoo.” An all-too familiar voice stopped at her desk. Yahoo looked up nervously.

“Oh. Hi, Google,” she said, fixing her pencil skirt as neatly as she could sitting down.

“I was wondering if I could sit here?” His voice was sultry, barely above a whisper in the almost deserted library.

“Yeah, su-sure,” she stumbled, closing her eyes momentarily to regain her confidence. “What are you working on?”

“Nothing majour,” Google said, relaxing in the seat next to her. “I’ve had to practically do so many people’s assignments for them because they’re too lazy to do it themselves.” He smiled slightly, trying to warm up the timid girl in front of him. He sat up straighter. “What are you working on?”

“I just needed a break. People kept asking me questions, and I got so tired of it, I came in here to get my mind off of everything.”

“Maybe I can help you?” Google slid his hand up her skirt smoothly, rubbing his thumb against her thigh. She gasped quietly, but did nothing to stop him.

“I—I’d be okay with that.”

DEAD

I SHIP IT SO HARD

HAS NO ONE NOTICED 4CHAN IS BASICALLY SLENDER?

can I just

I ship 4chan and bing so hard you dont even know

BloggerxTumblr is my OTP

I picture the Blogger having the hugest crush on Tumblr.

Also Tumblr and Facebook are enemies.

WEBSITE FANFICTION

YES

“Whatchu got there?” Tumblr asked, peeking over Blogger’s shoulder.

“N-nothing!” he said, shoving his pictures and loose-leaf diary behind his back. His most recent scribbling was a picture of her, but there was no way in hell he was going to show it to her. 

“You really should get out more,” Tumblr said, pulling lightly on Blogger’s sleeve. “You’re looking kinda pale.”

“Well, you know I would, Tumblr, but a thing just came up, and I need to write a post about it. People are expecting something, you know?” He gestured vaguely at his computer screen, and all the invisible masses beyond.

“Come ooooooon,” Tumblr pouted, leaning her chin on Blogger’s head. “I hit my post limit over an hour ago, and I’m so booooored.” 

“Besides,” she whispered directly into Blogger’s ear, “I heard there’s an ice cream place not far from here.”

Blogger fought hard, he really did. But nothing could keep the blush from rising on his cheeks. “U-umm, I really don’t want to be a bother though…”

“Ice. Cream,” was Tumblr’s only reply.

And with that, the matter was settled. Sighing, and trying to hide his grin, Blogger stood up, and followed Tumblr out the door.**

**Kisses and ice cream smooches probably ensued.