WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH STRAIGHT BOYS
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THAT GUY IS A DEAD RINGER FOR CHRIS EVANS THOUGH
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THAT OTHER GUY IS A DEAD RINGER FOR CHRIS HEMSWORTH
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW THEY’RE BOTH EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE!
Beagle puppy barking for the first time. “I…don’t know how to express my feelings!”
YOU SHOULD SEE MY FUCKIGN FACE LIL PUPPY UR SO CUTE MLOVE MER
It gets sO EXCITED WHEN IT FINALLY DOES THE PRECIOUS DARLING.
The next supreme
In which Ed Sheeran sings Sam Smith better than Sam Smith.
this is my new favorite thing
>watching subbed anime
>remember that i cant understand japanese
That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.
The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”
Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”
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