GOD I WISH THEY LET US PUT IN LINKS IT'S FREAKING AWESOME - FEARLING GIRL
Anonymous

WOUSADOUFSADOFUSDLFKSDF WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

DUDE IT'S FEARLING GIRL AGAIN WELL THIS TUMBLR BLOG POSTS CREEPY STUFF ANYWAYS THERE WAS THIS ONE PHOTOOGRAPHER THAT SAID HE WAS DOING ONE OF THOSE PHOTOGRAPHS WHERE HE LEAVES THE CAMERA IN THE CAVES ANYWAYS HE WENT BACK TO THE CAVE AND FOUND HIS CAMERA AND INSIDE IT WAS A PICTURE OF HUMANOID BLACK FIGURES WITH GLOWING RED EYES AND THEY LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SMILING EVILLY THEIR THINGY IS unexplained-events YOU'LL KNOW IT WHEN YOU SEE IT
Anonymous

I DON’T SEE IT BUT I’M SURE IT’S FREAKY AS IT SOUNDS AND I LOVE THIS BLOG IT’S FANTASTIC

I believe there's a specific wind spirit (or multiple spirits). I've never seen her, but when I 'talk' to the Wind, I almost always get a response back. I did try asking the Wind about its name, but she just gave small strong gusts until I stuck with 'Wind' or 'Windy'. I believe it's a 'she' as well because when I asked if she was a boy, she seemed kinda annoyed. She's pretty nice, a bit playful sometimes. :) Does Jack know her?
Anonymous

I myself don’t believe in a separate wind spirit, just that weather spirits generate their own wind. but it could be totally possible that the weather spirits bear an effect on the pre-exisiting wind one, causing it to turn cold or warm or whatnot. In my theory about the spirits making their own, I’d have to say you’re actually speaking to a weather spirit—like Jack or Summer or Spring or someone—and they’re responding back.

When my ski class & I were skiing, a kind of 'storm' hit the slopes. But when we tried to return to the ski school shelter, I kept getting blown back up the mountain by the wind. No one else, just me. I only got down because two adult skiers let me hold onto their poles and dragged me to the lodge. Was Jack just in a bad mood and trying to take it out on something? Or was he just messing with me? I would've understood if it was the entire class, but only I had the problem.
Anonymous

Hahaha, I have a feeling he was just messing around with you. He’s more mischevious than mean.

Sorry, but could you please do me a favour? I want to say 'thank you' to Jack for the great time he gave me, my family & our friends last year on our snow trip, & for helping me avoid near ccidents skiing, but I only get to see snow around 5 days a year, & won't get to see any snow until roughly July next year. When you see Jack, could you please say 'thank you' to Jack for me? I want to thank him in person, but last time I tried, I just heard a laugh & saw snow fall off a nearby tree branch.
Anonymous

I will most definitely. :)

dUDE HAVE YOU SEEN THE DISCOVERY OF REAL LIFE FEARLINGS
Anonymous

UM NO WHERE CAN I SEE THIS

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Siblings and Tumblr

closetperspective:

franklyrainbows:

Seriously though, where does Trevor even go?

At first I was like 
WHY IS DOOFENSCHMIRTZ BALD
and then it hit me.

closetperspective:

franklyrainbows:

Seriously though, where does Trevor even go?

At first I was like 

WHY IS DOOFENSCHMIRTZ BALD

and then it hit me.

megstielshipper:

justanotherfangirl-:

so-smoke-em-if-you-got-em:

I love how in the show Sam is serious and Dean is the one always derpin in the background

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But in real life it’s almost always Jared

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How does this not have more notes?

It’s like how Dean is constantly eating, but irl, Jared is the foodie

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professortennant:

fuck post-epilogue Harry headcanons

give me pre-sorcerer’s stone headcanons. was 4-year old harry shy and timid? did he go to a day care or a mummy’s day out thing? did he hold hands with a little girl or boy and get kissed on the cheek by said little girl or boy?

what was…

He was terrified, and yet exited all the same.

His small fingers clutched his book bag like it was some sort of life saver. He pushed his round glasses—which were too large for his face—further up on the bridge of his nose. They were always sliding no thanks to the combination of the tape that held them together and natural oils of on his skin. He had his cousin Dudley to thank for that.

He couldn’t help but wonder what the other kids would be like. Would they like him? Would they be short? Tall? Fat? Skinny? Funny? Would they beat him up? Make fun of his jet-black hair that never sat quite right? Or of his skinniness? How he was just a bit shorter than other boys his age?

Would he be an outside here, like he was at home, or would he finally make some of those precious things called friends?

And what about the teacher?

His little heart beat a bit faster.

Only one way to find out.

He took a deep breath and headed towards the classroom door, struggling to keep his trousers up—they were hand-me-downs from Dudley, who already was about three sizes larger than him even at the tender age of 4.

He was greeted with the warmest atmosphere that he had ever known. There were bright colors all over the classroom, along with a sign that read “Welcome to Kindergarten!” Yes, he could read. He had had enough time alone and locked up in his cupboard under the stairs to teach himself how to read by then. He doubted that any of the other children knew what the sign said, though, and decided it must be for the other frantic parents that accompanied their children, who were running about everywhere. He had nobody. His Aunt Petunia had driven up to the schoolfront and practically pushed him out the door, not to be seen again until class was over. Or maybe even more.

His thoughts were interrupted by a youthful woman approaching him, proceeding to kneel down to his height so they could be eye-to-eye.

"Hello!" she said, with a voice as welcoming as the classroom itself. "I’m your teacher, Miss Elexa. What’s your name?"

"H-Harry," he stumbled, growing shy. She seemed so kind.

"Well, hello there, Harry. Where are your parents?"

Harry didn’t respond, instead simply diverting his green eyes.

"I see," she sighed. She smiled a big, warm smile at him and held out her fair hand. Her blue eyes twinkled. "Let’s go meet some of the other kids, yeah?"

Harry could do nothing but nod. Her hand wrapped around his, and he felt safe for the first time in his life. So far, so good.

She took him to a group of four or five kids—there was one always coming and going—in the center of the room. She promptly introduced him. Their names were muffled to him, he was so caught up in the hecticness of it all.

"Miss Elexa!" A shrill-voiced parent from somewhere called. "Miss Elexa!

Miss Elexa sighed and turned to Harry, apologizing. “I’ll be right back,” she promised. Harry nodded once more and turned back to the group of mean-faced kids before him.

Then, it began.

"What’s wrong with your hair?" Asked a brown-haired plump boy with a chocolate bar in his hand. "Why don’t your clothes fit?" said a big-toothed one. "His glasses are funny." "Why aren’t your mommy and daddy here?" "Harry? Like, ‘hairy’? Hahahah!"

Harry couldn’t help it. Tears began to well up in his eyes. He crouched down to the floor and held himself as the insults kept coming. He hated it here, nice as Miss Elexa was. There was no belonging here. This was a terrible, horrible place and he wanted to leave.

Then, all of a sudden, one of the flower vases broke. Water splashed over everything. The lights flickered. The room grew quiet.

All that could be heard was Harry’s faint sniffling.

And then…a little girl came. She was all alone, too. She had red hair, and not a single spot of her body was freckle-less. She smoothed out her jumper and held out her small hand to him, first eyeballing the mean group of kindergarteners, then kindly looking back at Harry.

"You’re strange," the girl said. "Let’s be friends."

Harry wiped the tears from his face, astonished. Then, unable to help himself, he grinned.

He could like this place after all.

Classmate: You don't talk much.
Me: Because I hate you all.
live-life-animated:

notthedisneyyourelookingfor:

thegapperproject:

wobblywibbly:

frozendailydose:

dosageofdisney:

I was not expecting that!

I don’t think anyone was expecting that!



IT GOT BETTER



This is now officially my most favorite thing on the internet

live-life-animated:

notthedisneyyourelookingfor:

thegapperproject:

wobblywibbly:

frozendailydose:

dosageofdisney:

I was not expecting that!

I don’t think anyone was expecting that!

IT GOT BETTER

This is now officially my most favorite thing on the internet

HTTYD 2 DragonsToothless

The most feared and terrifying Dragon in the world is the Night Fury. Only few is documented about this dragon. Speed: Unknown. Size: Unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage this dragon. Your only chance; hide and pray it does not find you. 

staygrandbeiconic:

LEGIT THE BEST POST I HAVE EVER SEEN.

I literally just reblogged this two times in a row. No fucks given. This is the greatest post on tumblr.

moriarty:

cinnabutt:

wwankin:

hey doesn’t Sherlock have a best friend or something in this show?

John Wazowski

moriarty:

cinnabutt:

wwankin:

hey doesn’t Sherlock have a best friend or something in this show?

John Wazowski

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