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madeleineishere:

He’s using his powers for good!

I still appreciate that the sound effect for his footsteps is ‘bub’

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hollandwhore:

Sweetheart, put away the claws.

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reikaoki:

imthezombiequeen:

alishalovescats1701:

crimsonclad:

five-boys-with-accents:

Eeyore is just one of those characters that you wanna scoop up and hug forever.

One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all of his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.

Oh

oh

And he does feel happy, though. He can be happy. He just doesn’t show it as much as the others do.
There was a whole episode about that - Piglet sees him sitting on a hilltop and thinks he’s sadder than usual, and does all he can to cheer him up. Nothing works and the next day he’s back on the hill, and Piglet apologizes because he thinks in trying to help, he just made him sad again and ”I don’t come here when I’m sad. I come up here because I’m happy.”

There’s just something about that…

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arandellet:

The golden trio.

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It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

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Peter, what is happening to me?

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james potter + minimalist

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ophelies:

harry potter + the major arcana // insp.
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i.
She was a student, only eleven
who was fidgety in a way that made it
much more obvious
that she was intelligent
She spoke very little but I communicated with her
through her worksheets, in the little comments
I left her, I wanted to guide her
and tell her she didn’t need to be perfect,
that she was perfect the way she was

ii.
It’s the name of a song
that I used to sing on playback
in a TV anime from my childhood
that asks for you to listen to
the nostalgic sounds
like imaginary shooting stars,
dadadada, my swallowed tears
that punctured holes in my stomach
like my mother used to tell me about

iv.
You, you, that’s what I am getting at
Minus the A, you, and I swear it hasn’t always been you
I don’t want to delude myself into thinking
it has always been you
But I want to curl myself into you
I want to lean over and put my lips to yours
and I play this in my head over and over
and tell myself I should have done it,
I’m right to have not
I want to catch your hand on that sidewalk
and tell you all the things I haven’t been able
to talk about since you’ve been gone
And UK has treated you right,
and I laughed every time you said “posh”
but what I really wanted to tell you was,
repeat was my apology:
I’m sorry I was a bitch to you
But all we did was talk around each other
and you have never, ever, never been so polite to me
even during the beginning
And you think I still have that crush on your best friend
but it’s just one of those things I am beyond now
And I want to tell you all the things I am beyond
and all the things that are still the same
But you asked me, two years ago,
if I ever thought of us together and the truth was yes
and I shouldn’t have said yes then pulled the rug out from under your feet
I shouldn’t have knit myself into a cocoon
like I promised myself I would never
I would never
But I was sixteen, seventeen
And now I’m nineteen and you’re twenty
and I wish I could give myself to you in the most complete way possible
because you make me feel careful and I want to be reckless
And you kept laughing at how nervous I was
and I told you I was always this way but maybe it was you
And you told me to discount all the things
anybody, anybody else ever says about me
because they don’t matter
but that has always been a problem that I never got over
Fuck the problem out of my head if you can
talk it out of my head
crush it out of my head
burn it out of my head
walk it out of my head, out of my life
Out of my life, just go if you can’t stay

Amrita (my shirt smells like your car), J.Y. Lim (via fil-aire)

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