"Tick, tock," Wiress says in her sleep. As the lightning ceases and the blood rain begins just to the right of it, her words suddenly make sense. "Oh", I say under my breath. "Tick, Tock." My eyes sweep around the full circle of the arena and I know she’s right. “Tick, tock. This is a clock.”
Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments. “Thanks,” I say, closing my fist around it.
what if newt scamander is actually a witch and when she goes to publish all the wonderful magical things she’s spent her whole life passionately devoted to learning about and writing down but the publisher scoffs and says ‘young lady, no one will read a magic book written by a woman' and then everyone turns to the camera and winks real big
what life ?
SARCASTIC ASOCIAL SHERLOCK AS WE LOVE HIM.
no shirt no shoes still service
the road is melted to my feet
fucking bugs are fucking everywhere
where’s the fucking mortein
home alone more like fall out boy karaoke
In which Hank Green is a literal three year old child.
What I’ve heard.
New Promotional Pictures for The Time Of The Doctor
Avengers Annual #1 (2013)
I’m not overly fond of what follows.
LIST OF REALLY SUPER CUTE THINGS: