My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
I suppose this used to happen quite often
James: Lily?
Lily: Mmmm
James: I may have wrapped Harry in my invisibility cloak for his nap...and now I can't find him.
Lily:
James:
Lily:
James:
Lily:
James: ...but I swear, the last time I saw him he was somewhere in the room.
Yaaaaaaaasssss Gawd!
CRYING.
Can’t stop.
OMG.
I have reblogged this before, but it did not bear that beautiful tag
#aramaic motherfucker do you speak it?
thank you
Always reblog
One
two
three
four
I declare
a time war.
#five
#six
Nine,
Ten,
Eleven,
Twelve.
The Doctor died,
and Silence Fell
Twelve,
Eleven,
Ten,
Nine.
Here he goes,
back in time.
“NOW, BABY BROTHER, HOLD MY HAND WHILE WE CROSS THE STREET.”
“Thor, stop that. I’m an adult.”
“HOLD MY HAND, BROTHER.”
“I’m not your brother.”
“HOLD MY HAND.”
“Fine.
“HALT DEAR BROTHER—I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THE PROPER ACTION BEFORE CROSSING A MIDGARDIAN STREET IS TO LOOK BOTH WAYS. ALLOW ME TO DO SO FOR THE BOTH OF US.”
“Thor, every mode of transportation these pathetic humans have created would only bruise us at best—”
“THAT IS NOT THE POINT, BROTHER. AS GODS IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATION!”
“How many times must I remind you that such sentimental nonsense will have no sway over my decisions?”
“THINK OF THE MIDGARDIAN CHILDREN, BROTHER!”
“…”
“…”
“…THE CHILDREN!”
