theicelandicmountaindaisy:

One of my favourite things about Harry Potter is that Harry is such an unreliable narrator, not because he’s lying, but because he was so oblivious, just about anything could be going on under his nose and he wouldn’t even notice. It’s great because it supports basically every headcanon. Like, no, Harry would not have noticed if Sirius and Remus were dating, I know he’s The Chosen One but he’s about as perceptive as a pile of bricks.

wiseyoungravenclaw:

Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.


I had seen online that she had had a ski-ing accident. The next day, just after I had done an interview with some people who do re-enactments of battles from Braveheart (really) I saw that my phone had several messages from a series of people that I wasn’t in contact with very often but all had a connection to her. My heart sank. I called one of the friends, John Benjamin Hickey, who had played Cliff in Cabaret with us. He answered the phone and said simply, ‘We’ve lost her’.
-Alan Cumming on Natasha Richardson’s death.

I had seen online that she had had a ski-ing accident. The next day, just after I had done an interview with some people who do re-enactments of battles from Braveheart (really) I saw that my phone had several messages from a series of people that I wasn’t in contact with very often but all had a connection to her. My heart sank. I called one of the friends, John Benjamin Hickey, who had played Cliff in Cabaret with us. He answered the phone and said simply, ‘We’ve lost her’.

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Alan Cumming on Natasha Richardson’s death.

Billy Elliot (2000)

"John Green changed his twitter handle so now I’m waiting for the haters on Tumblr to call him a sell-out"

Maybe people are calling him a sell-out because he is. Just a thought. 

Tomorrow is going to hurt. It can’t be goodbye, not yet. I’m not ready. 

Tomorrow is going to hurt. It can’t be goodbye, not yet. I’m not ready. 

Tomorrow is my last home soccer game. I don’t want it to end. Soccer is such a big part of my life, I don’t want to know life without it. I took so many years for granted because back then, I had time. These past two years, time has slipped by way too fast and I wish I had so many more games but I know that it will never be enough. There will never be enough games to satisfy me. Soccer has been there for me consistently. The goal box is my home. What will I do without it? There will never be enough days…


#194 A mucous membrane covers its body. Touching it barehanded will cause a shooting pain.

#194 A mucous membrane covers its body. Touching it barehanded will cause a shooting pain.

Haven’t you heard the word of your body? (x)