watching: white collar, breaking and teen wolf, rewatching avatar: the last airbender
claudia. seventeen. sydney. house lannister. slytherin. i like evil laughs and chocolate chip cookies. i love to fall in love with fictional characters. i enjoy living in made-up worlds and imaginations.
the avengers | harry potter au
(disclaimer: that has nothing to do with Harry Potter himself)
Steve is a Muggleborn wizard who left the wizarding world after finishing his NEWTs in order to fulfill a promise to his family. Bruce is a professor in Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts with a monstrous secret. Natasha, a Ministry spy, has a past, and it’s not a pretty one. Clint is an Auror who finds himself neck-deep in trouble when he uncovers a conspiracy against the Ministry. Tony is a rich and eccentric tinkerer who finds himself drawn to dabbling in the Dark Arts. Thor and his brother Loki are both descendants of a noble pureblooded family. The uneasy truce between the brothers is broken when Thor discovers that Loki has returned to his Death Eater ways.
GOD BLESS A PERSON WHO’VE MADE THIS
Plot twist: the-absolute-funniest-posts stops self-promoting
Thats not a plot twist thats a miracle.
When pretty girls check themselves out in every available bathroom mirror to make sure they are still pretty
And I’m standing there, waiting to wash my hands like:
#SOME POINT IN THE DISTANCE FUTURE #CLINT AND NATASHA GOT DRUNK AND FORGET TO USE PROTECTION #AND NINE MONTHS LATER MERIDA CAME ALONG #AND EVERYONE WAS HAPPY #TONY WAS DESIGNING HER A IRON SUIT #NATASHA WAS ACTUALLY SUPER PROTECTIVE LIKE#’SHE IS NOT LEARNING HOW TO KILL A PERSON UNTIL SHE’S NINE’ #’AT LEAST NINE’ #AND CLINT WAS LIKE ‘HONEY THIS IS THE ONLY WEAPON YOU NEED OKAY? DON’T LET ALL THE FANCY TECH FOOL YOU’ #’NOTHING TREATS YOU BETTER THAN A BOW’ #AND STEVE IS LIKE #’YOU TWO ARE THE ACTUAL WORST PARENTS OMG’ #AND THEN BOOM! #LOKI ESCAPED ASGARD #AGAIN #FOR LIKE THE GAZILLIONTH TIME #AND HE WENT TO STEAL SOMETHING FROM SHIELD BECAUSE WHY NOT? #AND MERIDA LIKE #ACCIDENTALLY LATCHED ONTO HIS LEG BECAUSE SHE’S TEETHING AND SHIT #AND LOKI IS LIKE #’WHAT IS THIS SMALL CREATURE DOING? OH MY GOD SHE’S BITING MY LEG GET IT OFF’ #AND HE DROPS HER OFF IN MEDIEVAL SCOTTLAND #AND THE KING IS LIKE #’I DINNA HAVE A CHILD OF ME OWN SO I WILL ADOPT YE’ #AND SHE LOVES BOWS #BECAUSE THEY’RE FAMILIAR AND SHIT #AND SHE DOESN’T WANT TO BE A LADY #SHE WANTS TO BE A BADASS MASTER SPY #BECAUSE IT’S IN HER BLOOOOOOOOOOOOD
AU: After the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta agrees to become a Capitol slave in exchange for Katniss’s life.
I twist and turn in my bed as visions flash before my eyes and slither deep into my mind, breathing poison from the deepest corners of my imagination. It’s one of those nights, where nightmares refuse to leave me alone, where one simple thought, of home, of her, too deeply rooted in my heart to ever be shaken, keeps me away from sleep. That’s how I know I’ll never let go.
It’s been a year, now. A year since I sold my soul to the devil to save her.
The Capitol is my home, and District 12 nothing more than a distant memory – at least that’s what they keep telling me. But the truth is, the more time I spend here the more disgusted I am, and I find myself wanting to smash the cultivated ignorance and the elaborately designed cruelty that animate their eyes. Every day, I’m ordered to smile and to please, to repeat all the pretty little words they taught me to recite. I’m forbidden to paint, but it’s probably for the best. At one point, the world’s horror becomes enough; you don’t need to paint it, you don’t even need to remember it. It is enough.
I haven’t talked to Katniss in over a year. I know she sent me letters, but I never got to read them. Some nights, I lay awake, trying to remember everything I can about her, her smell, the color of her eyes, the way she felt in my arms. And when I fail to recollect the memories, I simply imagine what her life might be like back home. And sometimes, I find myself wondering if she ever thinks of me. If she ever catches glimpses of me on TV. If she ever searches for them. I’d like to tell her, I’d like her very much to know, that I may walk among them, but I’m not one of them. They can keep me here, they can dress me the way they want and dye my hair the color they desire, they can sell my body to the highest bidder, but I’ll never be a piece in their games.
‘We have a deal you and I, remember?’ President Snow’s voice echoes in my head, and in the fragile moonlight, I make a solemn promise. Oh, not aloud. There is no wind to hear, carry and bear words so heavy with hate. But in my silent own lone way, I swear. I will kill you.
Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.
My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:
a) my sister does not have a way with the written word
b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine
I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these
what is wrong with her
I don’t even understand what some of these mean
(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)
don’t forget to read the great interview come along these photos. you can find the whole article here[x]