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Aidan looks like he's in training for when Graham retires in 2094.

Graham McTavish, Certified Baller

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tumblr listen i’ve seen you achieve some great things

the fluffy chicken was one of our greatest achievements yet

and now i have a request

my parents said if this post gets 700,000 notes then they will (attempt to) send me to america to finally meet my best friend!!!

i know 700,000 is a stretch like damn gurl but hey plane tickets cost a lot and they know you can get 500k for a chicken so

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Technically, the Erebor Quest happened centuries before the modern world... so actually Sirius stole it from him. 

And it's now my headcanon that it was really threadbare when he found it, but Lily Potter used magic to fix it up and gave it to Sirius for Christmas. It is now one of his most treasured possessions and it when he moved back into Grimmauld Place, he tore the house apart looking for it. Finally putting it on, the old creaky house felt just a teeny bit less like a prison. 

I shouldn't be allowed on the internet.

oh my god bilbo you cant just steal  blazers from dead people

IT DOESNT EVEN FIT YOU PROPERLY

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Friend: Do we still reblog the Creator? After all this time?

Me: Always.

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3K RISE OF THE GUARDIANS GIVEAWAY!

Wow, another follower landmark passed! Thank you so much for your dedication and appreciation for our movie (and my art for those of you that follow my blog).  I managed to secure a set of wonderful toys for you:

6-piece, wooden, nesting doll set featuring North from Rise of the Guardians (promotional item, not found in stores!)

12” plush Rise of the Guardians elf doll(promotional item, not found in stores!)plus 3” McDonald’s elf toy.

27”x40” Rise of the Guardians teaser poster

27”x40” Rise of the Guardians theater poster

I will ship internationally.  This giveaway isn’t associated with Tumblr or DreamWorks, it’s a personal “thanks” to my followers.  No information personal will be used by Tumblr or given away to third parties.

TO ENTER:

Enter your (regular) tumblr username once into THIS FORM. (required, multiple entries result in disqualification.)

Please re-blog this post. Put the URL of the post in the form!

Submit your entry by 11:59 PM PST on February 17, 2013.

Enable your ask box, so I can contact you. Otherwise, no prizes!

Winner has one week to respond, or I will pick a new one.

That’s it, and good luck! 

EDIT: Went and got a few more prizes! I’ll add photos later.

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OMG Kili is Miguel. 

And Thorin and Fili are screaming like little girls. Okay, Fili is. Thorin is just majestically unimpressed with Kili's antics. 

This makes me happy on so many levels. Fili is totes Tulio. 

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Because reasons.

Reblog if I can leave an awkward message in your ask and become bestfriends with you

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Forever reblog this. ^This is like, my childhood and formative years (and high school and college and grad school too, who am I kidding) in 6 gifs. I love who I am and who I have become because of these wonderful worlds. And I love sharing them with all of you.

Welcome to tumblr.

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This. 

This is the father of all the Marvel things. ALL. Stan Lee shall always be reblogged. 

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^ this whole post.

Three cheers for Eric Carl.

He is responsible for glorious childhood bedtime story memories.

He is also responsible for my need to check every single piece of fruit before I eat it, lest I take a bite of a hungry caterpillar.

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Please read this instead of simply skimming. I have been in this position and I was fortunate enough to have friends help me to get out.

Even reblogging may get this to someone who can make a difference.

Remember the post i made a few days back about needing a place to libe? Its officially an emergency. This evening i was physically attacked by my mother and i currently am homeless. Staying with a friend for the night but i need a new place to live ASAP. If you li live in vancouver BC please PLEASE consoder housing me. i can pay up to $375 a month in rent but will work to make up the rest. if you cant house me please pass this on. my life may actually depend on it.

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OTP. Right. Here.

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I fully maintain that Thorin, Fili, and especially Kili all lived. Tolkien is just not aware of it.

Tolkien was distracted by all the eagles and straggling goblins, and whether Lobelia Sackville-Baggins was really going to steal all of Bilbo's spoons when he was clearly Not Dead that he missed Bofur telling everyone else where the members of Durin's line were, and Tolkien didn't notice the company carrying my the boys into the healers' tent. 

THEY ALL LIVED. DAMMIT. THEY DID.

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Safe travels on your journey, Creator sir... I haven't heard your name in Grandda's tales of Aule and Eu Iulvatar... but then again he is known to get forgetful after a few ales. 

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Ilrida visibly cringed as a mud-covered Kili splattered the once nearly sparkling floor with what looked like half the mud from the northern field. She'd seen him yawn and had been planning to offer him dinner. There was rabbit stew, hot and savory, wafting in from the kitchen. But all this mud... the angry retort on her lips died as he moaned in pain. "Oh Kili, what happened?" Ilrida knelt down beside him, gently pushing his bangs out of his face. "Are you all right? I hope this is just you bein' tired and not somethin' worse..."

She wrung her hands, not sure what to do to help. Normally she'd just take charge, it wasn't like she hadn't dealt with men who had drunk too much and fell face-first, but this was Kili, and he somehow made her feel a bit wrong-footed sometimes. "Please, how can I help?" 

Ilrida blew her bangs out of her face, not wanting the dirt on her fingers to get in her hair. She’d just finished scrubbing Kíli’s front hall free from the mud he’d tracked in last night when he’d come in late from a dri with his brother. She’d been the chestnut-haired dwarf’s guest for the last two days and would be here a week when all was said and done, and she figured the least she could do would be to clean the place a bit.

She wasn’t exactly sure why he had asked her to stay, but she wasn’t about to turn down a chance to. Spend time with him, no matter how nervous she was around him, or how often he made her blush. It was that damn smile of his, it made her go weak in the knees every single time. And he seemed completely unaware of its effect on her.

He should be home soon, she thought. And his boots would probably track in more mud. It *was* his house though, and she couldn’t really complain. His forgetfulness really was endearing, and she couldn’t stay mad at him for long. As she opened the door to sweep out the last bits of dust and dirt, he looked up and heard the thumping footfalls of dwarven boots, and sure enough, there he was, walking towards his open door.

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This is Thorin Oakenshield, from J.R.R. Tolkein's "The Hobbit." He is about to mistake one nephew for the other one after facing Stone Giants.

This situation could have been avoided if he had a Sassy Gay Friend. 

"KI--"

"What are you doing? What, what, what are you doing? Thorin, can't you see that blondie over here is FILI, not KILI? I mean I get it, both your nephews are hot stuff, but come on. No bow, mane of goldie locks here... obviously Fili."

"I've just had a harrowing near-death experience."

"So we just yell out any name that comes to mind? This is Fili we're talking about here... Fili. The ONLY blond dwarf in your entire company! These two are not interchangeable puzzle pieces!"

"It's dark, and stormy."

"And Gandalf's not here to do a headcount for you. You left your wizard in Rivendell. Look at your life, look at your choices."

"He has been kind of hard to deal with lately..."

"Come on Thorin, this is Gandalf we're talking about here... GANDALF. He doesn't even listen to the White Council, what made you think he'd take orders from you? He has been pretty helpful though, all things considered."

"I suppose you're right."

"I know I'm right. Tell you what we're gonna do. You're gonna write a cathartic poem in your journal about how you've been misunderstood, and then move on. P.S.? This is the most majestic you have ever looked!"

*preens* "Really?"

"Really! Only you could pull of the majestic look while soaked to the bone. You're such a stupid bitch, Thorin Oakenshield..."      

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it's 3am. This seemed like a good idea.

What, what, what are you doing Thorin.

wrong nephew, thorin

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Ilrida blew her bangs out of her face, not wanting the dirt on her fingers to get in her hair. She'd just finished scrubbing Kíli's front hall free from the mud he'd tracked in last night when he'd come in late from a dri with his brother. She'd been the chestnut-haired dwarf's guest for the last two days and would be here a week when all was said and done, and she figured the least she could do would be to clean the place a bit. She wasn't exactly sure why he had asked her to stay, but she wasn't about to turn down a chance to. Spend time with him, no matter how nervous she was around him, or how often he made her blush. It was that damn smile of his, it made her go weak in the knees every single time. And he seemed completely unaware of its effect on her. He should be home soon, she thought. And his boots would probably track in more mud. It *was* his house though, and she couldn't really complain. His forgetfulness really was endearing, and she couldn't stay mad at him for long. As she opened the door to sweep out the last bits of dust and dirt, he looked up and heard the thumping footfalls of dwarven boots, and sure enough, there he was, walking towards his open door.