Umbridge: Mr. Potter, do you expect to be attacked in my class?
Harry: Yes.
Umbridge: What?
Harry: Well, I mean, I’m running four for four.
Umbridge: Mr. Potter-
Harry: Quirrel tried to choke me out.
Umbridge: Mr. Potter-
Harry: And Lockhart tried to wipe my memory.
Umbridge: Mr. Potter-
Harry: Of course, Professor Lupin didn’t mean it. He just forgot his potion, but still, totally went werewolf on me.
Umbridge: MR. POTTER-
Harry: And then Moody turned out to be an escaped Death Eater in disguise.
Umbridge: POTTER!
Harry: So, yeah, I figure it’s 100% you’ll attack me in June, 50/50 you’ll try to kill me, with a 25% chance of an Unforgivable curse.
Harry: (Turns to Hermione)
Harry: Did I get the math right?
Hermione: Yes.
Star Wars: The Old Republic: Sentient Species – a (not exhaustive!) visual dictionary
Saved for reference!
Rakotzbrücke
Devil Bridge, Germany
Nestled among the verdant foliage in Kromlau, Germany’s Kromlauer
Park, is a delicately arched devil’s bridge known as the Rakotzbrücke,
which was specifically built to create a circle when it is reflected in
the waters beneath it.Commissioned in 1860 by the knight of the local town, the thin arch
stretching over the waters of the Rakotzsee is roughly built out of
varied local stone. Like many similarly precarious spans across Europe,
the Rakotzbrücke is known as a “devil’s bridge,” due to the
colloquialism that such bridges were so dangerous or miraculous that
they must have been built by Satan. While the bridge (as with all the others) was created by mortal hands, its builders did seem to hold the aesthetics of the bridge in higher regard than its utility.Read more here
@fialleril , this seems like your thing
Mesmerizing Watercolor Scenes by Dina Lepchenkova
Watercolor artist Dina Lepchenkova captures the essence of the beauty that surrounds her by quickly translating them on paper. Her paintings an outlet that gives a peek into her soul.
I don’t necessarily hate having to do grown-up things, what I hate is when I do everything right and it still doesn’t work out
How to color eggs with onion shells.
Sometimes writing is like: The forest arched high an impassable over her head, thickets thatched tightly together as if to keep her out. Even the trees seemed more foreboding, hollowed and bare, wind whistling ominously through their empty branches like a long-forgotten song.
And sometimes it’s like: The forest was filled with trees. It also had bushes. Ugly bushes. it was spooky.
What a gentleman
that dog’s tail went on a journey
BIG FRIEND BIG FRIE- uh oh… this is a dangerous man… OH??? a friend after all! (but proceed with caution)











































