you know me.
no, I don’t.
[ sequel to ]
Locations of HYDRA bases:
- Greece (Athens?)
- Czech Republic (Czechoslovakia)
Sheer distances covered: a whole lot
Likelihood of Commandos utilizing the cavalry at some point: really damn high
"Bucky, I think my horse hates me…"
"Your horse doesn’t hate you, Steve."
'It's glaring at me.”
"Probably wondering what it did wrong in a past life to get lumped with you. Lord knows I do."
Where does your tongue stay when you’re not speaking? If you’re an English-speaker, it’s behind the top front teeth. If you’re a Russian-speaker, it’s on the bottom of your mouth, lying flat.
I JUST FREAKING CONSCIOUSLY CHECKED AND TRIED TO MAKE IT LAY FLAT BUT NO, IT’S SERIOUSLY AT THE TOP OF MY MOUTH. I DON’T LIKE THIS
this is literally what happens when a young adult starts working full time
All eyes were turned to the squirming boy on the stool. The hat was partially covering his face but they could see his worried frown. The seconds seemed to crawl by.
Sirius Black was especially interested in this student. He could barely see over the cluster of heads. He half-rose from his seat, only to be stopped by a comforting hand on his shoulder. James gave him a sympathetic look and Sirius sank back down, realizing that there was nothing he could do.
By now, a good minute had passed. A smile slowly spread across Sirius’ face, as if the verdict had already been announced.
Finally, the hat came to life and a single word echoed though the hall:
He sadly nodded and James squeezed his shoulder. And yet, despite his sorrow, Sirius continued to smile as Regulus toook the hat off and raced over to the table clad in green and grey.
"Sorry, mate," Remus murmured.
Sirius waved his hand and remarked, “Ah, I knew that he was going to get sorted into Slytherin.”
His friends stared at him, unable to hide their confusion.
"Then," Peter whispered, "Why are you smiling?"
"Because," Sirius proudly said, "The hat hesitated."
Geometrical symmetry, with the amount of sides per shape increasing by one each time.
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie