Warning: This is a fandom blog. Side effects include: fangirling, feels, and possible non stop crying.
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when will i
get to bloom too?
This is a weed.
And it holds every child’s hopes and dreams.
"Weed" is a word for "plant I don’t know how to do anything with yet." But weeds, as a rule, are successful species. Because they can grow anywhere and they can live through anything.
So can you.
Be a weed. Grow, adapt, flourish, and don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks of you because of how pretty or useful you are. You are. That is enough.
#*dies of emotion* #but what if molly was his companion once #and now he stops by for breakfast #and keeps commenting because it seems like every time #there’s another ginger kid #adn when he sees harry it’s like ha! #i knew they couldn’t all be ginger! #and molly doesn’t bother telling the doctor that harry isn’t hers #because he is after all one of her boys #and she loves him just as though he was a weasley (via dwcompanion)
those tags broke me a little inside#Molly Weasley turned Daleks into actual pepperpots, because, honestly, she doesn’t have time for their nonsense.
I just fangirled.
I thought it was funny until I realized the cat doesn’t run away but it rolls away now it’s fucking hilarious
IT JUST ROLLS AWAY IM CRYING
OMG I’M SO DONE
The dog’s just like…… dafuq?
I’m so done
I don’t know what to think any more. Of course that could be due to how much I’m laughing
We’re all born with scars. From the moment we open our eyes and look at the world we are wounded, and we all share that same mark.
if anyone wants me to explain what an ‘anticlimax’ is, i’ll show them this text post