Just a blog. Nothing snazzy. Feel free to hit up the ask box if you want to talk.
I hit 500 followers a while ago and as thanks I wanted to go a giveaway.
What you will receive:
A set of eight bookmarks seen above
Four original Good Omens prints (Lover Boy, Angel at the Ritz, Garden of Eden, Snake Snuggles)
A full set of stickers, all of which can be seen here
A hand drawn sketch of your character of choice (can be from another show/be an OC)
(All products can be found on my storenvy)
1. You do not have to be following my art blog or my main,
but I do post some cool stuff.2. Likes and Reblogs count. You may reblog as many times as you wish but be wary of your followers.
3. NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS. If I find the winner to be a giveaway blog they will forfeit to the next person.
4. I will ship in the USA and anywhere in the world!
5. Winner will be chosen by random number at the end of the giveaway. Please have asks open or else you will forfeit to the next person.
GIVEAWAY ENDS JULY 10TH 11:59PM EST.
Reblog and Like if you like/read The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel! I need to know if there is a dormant fandom here on tumblr.
If you haven’t read it, go to a bookshop - go to a library, and buy/borrow it and read it. It will be the best thing you ever do.
what happened to tagging your porn? gosh love them so much
GUESS WHAT’S BACK? YEP, THIS THING.
DO NOT CLICK ANYTHING ON IT IF YOU SEE IT ON YOUR DASH, IT IS A FAKE APP THAT HACKS YOUR BLOGS AND TAKES CONTROL. IF YOU DO BY ACCIDENT CLICK IT, THEN DELETE IT FROM PERMISSIONS, CHANGE YOUR PASSWORD, AND CHANGE YOUR EMAIL AS SOON AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN!
SIGNAL BOOST THIS BECAUSE I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO BE AFFECTED BY THIS FUCKING THING
WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS
I WOULD BE THE DUMB ONE TO FALL FOR THIS SHIT
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i’ve been seeing this pop up a lot pls be careful
Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!
DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING
I NEVER REALIZED
are you serious
I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.
FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD
YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD
can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too
like voldemort couldnt even do that shit
molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that
who are you
Quick, somebody write a book series about the adventures of Magic Prodigy Science Wizard!!!
PLEASE SOMEONE JUST DO IT
Alan Baker had no use for wands, of course. If one were to Prior Incantato his outdated, duct-taped rod of walnut wood and dragon heartstring, its most recent use would have been the enchantment of the long-lived neurons in Alan’s own mind. This enchantment, possible only for those who were capable of seeing themselves as a complex amalgamation of neural impulses, allowed him to bypass both wands and words. Alan did this, not for show, not for power, but because wandwork distracted him from his reading.
Unfortunately, there was no legal spell to get rid of barflies.
“Hey- hey mate, you gotta- gotta minute to-“
Sobrius, Alan thought, placing one hand on his neighbor’s forehead without looking up. He pondered whether or not to cast a silencing barrier, even in violation of the Leaky Cauldron’s safety code.
“Thanks,” said the now-sober man, “Readin’ more of that Muggle trash, I see.”
Alan closed his eyes and counted to three, but when he opened them, the man was still there. Alan lowered his “muggle trash” in defeat, meeting the baggy, bloodshot eyes of the wizard sitting across from him.
Alan leaned forward, placing his hands steeple-like on the table. “Mr. Fletcher, do you know why time turners don’t send you into space?”
“The sky, y’mean? Cause they’re fer time turnin’, not apparation.”
Alan had to take a deep breath. “No,” he replied, “If time turners weren’t anchored to anything, the Earth’s rotation alone would be enough to ensure a time traveler’s demise. But someone at the ministry was clever enough to anchor them to a carefully guarded object that never moves relative to the Earth.”
“Fascinat’n,” slurred Mundungus, whose eyes had glazed over once it became clear that Alan didn’t actually have a time turner on him.
“But time turners are still very limited,” continued Alan, more to himself than to Mundungus, “They can’t go more than seven hours back, and not forward at all, and only in increments of one hour, and they only work on Earth… no, they’re very clumsy, if one truly pauses to think about it.”
“What’s yer point?”
“My point is that while wizards are slowly stagnating in their backwards remnant of the Dark Ages, Muggles are making progress, ever reaching for the light. Do you know that they don’t need magic to craft a hand of living silver?”
“Bah,” was Mundungus’s only reply, “You’d be best mates with that Weasley nutcase at the ministry, you would.”
Alan stood up, silently casting an infantes gelatato check for paradoxes. “I don’t know why I bother with you,” he sighed, “you’ve just wasted another two minutes of my time. Perhaps I bother because I have time to waste.”
And he twisted, as if to apparate, but instead faded out of existence with a distinct vworp. The air swirled in the wake of his departure, blowing back Mundungus’s straggly ginger hair.
“Muggleborns,” the short wizard muttered, then turned back to his drink.
Thirty minutes earlier, Alan lounged contentedly within his quieting barrier, stirring his cup of tea absently and rereading one of his favourite Muggle books. He wondered, vaguely, which planet held the nearest sapient life, and what their magic would look like…
IT SHAKES WHEN YOU DO ALT+CLICK TO REBLOG NOW.
LIKE A VOLCANO READY TO ERUPT.
LIKE PIKACHU PREPARING TO ATTACK.
LIKE A SMALL CHILD GETTING A SHIVER IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
IT JUMPS OUT OF MY SCREEN WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT