I'm just a college kid trying to find his way through life.

I have a thought process that's been described as "interesting," I have a strange obsession with hats, and I'm basically a harmless version of the Joker with the moral code of Bugs Bunny.

My fandoms are wildly varied. I enjoy... *deep breath* Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Pushing Daisies, Friends, Big Bang Theory, Lord of the Rings, Dr. House, The Dresden Files, Wheel of Time, Once Upon a Time, anything by John Green, anything by Neil Gaiman, and pretty much everything from the 90's.

I reblog things that I find funny, entertaining, helpful, political, or creative. Sometimes, that strays into the absurd and surreal.

I do hope you enjoy.

I’m either the ridiculously shy person who blushes at the idea of saying hi to you, or I’m the evil bastard who will rip out your heart and put it in a blender. There is no in between.

saevitas:

dyamirityofthelord:

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a-game-of-romance-and-winchester:

So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.

I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”.  So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.

I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals. 

Everybody needs to see this

it’s back, and i will not NOT reblog it v.v ever

what is gay about drawing anyway? you’re holding a pencil and sliding it over a bloody piece of paper, it’s not like you’re trying to suck a cock

what the fucking fuck

“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.
“No, I’m not,” retorted Hermione. “I’m hoping to do some good in the world” 

Happy 35th Birthday, Hermione Jean Granger! (September 19th, 1979)