“Because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, you are just too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness.”—John Green (via fuckyeahpatrickhan) (via nerdfighter) (via andyjaques) (via caseynanako) (via zosielikescake) (via loverwife)
“So then I walked around looking for a toy store for Henry. I love Munich and I love being in cities with lots of other people because I’m reminded that there are billions of other people like me and we are each stuck inside of our minds feverishly trying to crawl out to make connections with other people. Also I really like umbrellas.”—John Green (via awordnerd)
I am tired and if I layed down on a bed and put my iPod on I would be asleep in three minutes. I just don’t want to sleep. I want to tell my body to fuck itself. I want to stay awake and take a shower and walk around a place I know well and yet don’t know very well. Like fuck sleep. Why the hell do I need sleep anyway? Fuck it. I want everybody to leave the house and I want to blast the Mountain Goats and clean or walk to a bookstore and leave Nerdfighter notes. It’s not that I cannot sleep at all, I just don’t want to. Closing my eyes could lead to dreams or nightmares. Sleep was a bad idea, whoever came up with it.
Branded The Complete Fifth Series the boxset is available in DVD and Blu-ray formats. In the UK, as well as the general release, a number of sets will be available in the form of a specially limited edition.
Special features include additional scenes written by Steven Moffat and exclusive to DVD.
Additional scenes: Meanwhile in the TARDIS, written by Steven Moffat and featuring Matt Smith & Karen Gillan, telling the story of what happens between episodes. Why was Amy floating in Space above Starship UK, and what happened after ‘that’ kiss between the Doctor and Amy?
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Seriously. He has to have a house somewhere, doesn’t he? I suppose he could live in a cave or some shit if he wants to, but he’s a fucking Dark Lord. He’s in love with himself. He probably thinks he deserves to live in a mansion or something.
But its just too hilarious trying to imagine Voldemort wearing a comfortable silk bathrobe and walking around in a mansion, with house elves offering him cups of tea, and a butler ironing his robes and shit.
Also, what does Voldemort eat? I can’t imagine him eating regular food like spaghetti or something. The thought of Voldemort eating spaghetti is just fucking hilarious to me.
If he does eat spaghetti, DOES HE TWIRL IT OR SLURP IT?
He twirled Harry’s wand around with his fingers in CoS so that leads me to believe he’s a spaghetti twirler.
Unless he just doesn’t eat normal food and has his own Dark Lord brands of food.
Like, for breakfast he could have a bowl of Crucio Puffs or Fiendfyre Flakes. Then for lunch he could have a Peanutbutter and Jelly Legs Jinx sandwich with a Sectumsempra soda.
Oh and does Voldemort sleep? I can’t imagine him sleeping in a cozy bed with lots of pillows and shit. I can only imagine him hanging upside down in a dark room like a bat.
Maybe I’m just overthinking this.
CRUCIO PUFFS. I AM CRYING.
This is my brain when I’ve got an hour left of testing and a finished test in front of me.
The kind that you can’t get off your mind. The kind that you have to take everywhere with you— to eat, to bathe, everything— because your mind is so eager to drink in the next page. Books that give you a funny feeling in your stomach. Books that make you cry, laugh, feel. Books that are ridiculous, that catch you off guard. Books that you get lost in, that cause you to lose your sense of time or anything else. The kind of which you have to brace yourself for the last page, because you’re dreading it being over. The kind that you read over and over again on rainy days. The kind with phrases that sink into your mind and bubble to the surface as you lie awake at night, little snippets that haunt you and change you. The kind of books that do what they’re supposed to; the kind of books that aren’t about the author, but the content. God, I just can’t even put it all into words.
“My son and his wife,” Neville’s grandmother said, turning haughtily to Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, “were tortured into insanity by You- Know-Who’s followers.” Hermione and Ginny both clapped their hands over their mouths. Ron stopped craning his neck to catch a glimpse of Neville’s parents and looked mortified. “They were Aurors, you know, and very well respected within the wizarding community” Mrs. Longbottom went on. “Highly gifted, the pair of them. I – yes, Alice dear, what is it?” Neville’s mother had come edging down the ward in her nightdress. She no longer had the plump, happy-looking face Harry had seen in Moody’s old photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix. Her face was thin and worn now, her eyes seemed overlarge and her hair, which had turned white, was wispy and dead-looking. She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand. “Again?” said Mrs. Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. “Very well, Alice dear, very well – Neville, take it, whatever it is.” But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum wrapper. “Very nice, dear,” said Neville’s grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, “Thanks, Mum.”
- Christmas on the Closed Ward, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
I remember how we somehow thought that the candy wrapper was important. I love us.