podrick honey are you the next neville longbottom? i think you are
i just realized this is my first year of watching Game of Thrones live without commenting the episode with @intelectualwasteland
i don’t know if she’ll ever get back to her internet life, nor what happened with her. it’s kind of nice that I know we’re doing the same thing in this moment, though.
anyway, I’ll have to comment the episode with you, then!
Anonymous asked: literally the president of the saami approved of frozen. are they even oppressed?
The rain beat against the windowpanes, tapping on the glass with a continuous, irritating rapping. It was a stormy night; the wind was howling outside, whistling around the eaves of the cabin. Inside though, the room was warm and snug. A fire crackled merrily, throwing dancing patterns of light on the walls. Hagrid sat firmly ensconced in his big armchair, darning socks - at the moment though, his hands were still. He looked dubiously at the eager house elf in front of him.
"Yeh’re too small, Dobby," he explained. "I’d rip yeh open."
"Dobby stretches, sir!" the house elf said breathlessly. "Please sir, Dobby wants you to!"