vampireapologist:

one time i was on an old street in glasgow and i made a loud joke about vampires and as i did this beautiful man with long hair on the other side of the street made direct eye contact with me and then ten minutes later he walked by again and looked at me and I still count that on my list of the five closest times I’ve ever come to dying

justanotherdrarryblog:

lbibliophile:

Death comes for Minerva McGonagall.

It comes for her, as it came for her husband, so many years ago.
It comes for her, as it came for her Headmaster, the price of his ambition.
It comes for her, as it came for far too many of her friends and students, in one war then another.

Death comes for her.

Minerva McGonagall Looks at Death, and raises an eyebrow.

Death pauses, then nods and backs away.
“We’ll call this number three then, shall we?”

She smiles as she turns back to her paperwork.
There is a reason her animagus form is a cat.

Single best thing ever in my life have I ever read about my one true babe Minnie.

atlantian-water-spirit:

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

— The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood  (via aureat)