are you fucking kidding me.
I have no idea who this is or what the hell is going on but I feel I ought to reblog it because it looks scientifically important.
He’s fucking his jeans. That’s what he’s doing.
reblogging again for that ^
This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Kit Harrington with a cat
YOU KNOW NOTHING JON SNOW
This wasn’t all over my dash so I’m here to fix that
She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
Nick put this nice little timeline up on their website.
“No,” said Luna, observing him with those oddly misty, protuberant eyes. “I don’t suppose you do. That man the Death Eaters killed was your godfather, wasn’t he? Ginny told me.” Harry nodded curtly, but found that for some reason he did not mind Luna talking about Sirius. He had just remembered that she, too, could see Thestrals.