The scene where Connor and Evan meet in the lab is one of the most intense for me because I can just see both of them struggling so hard and they’re just on opposite sides of a coin trying to figure out how not to fuck this up and they’re both on guard and towards the end we see Connor really trying by handing him the letter but he sees Zoe’s name and his wall shoots back up and suddenly he’s on the defense again and it just feels so hopeless Because they were THIS close to maybe having somebody who could be there for them and the miscommunication just ruins it all and so many things could have been different
teacher: how are you doing? me: *thinking about how sharks have survived 5 major extinctions that wiped out majority of life on earth* me: yeah
does anyone else really want to see an arrow quinque
Happy 47th Birthday, Dearest River “It is a very beautiful river. I have often listened to it, gazed at it, and I have always learned something from it. One can learn a lot from a river.“ - Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
we built this city
A patronus, Harry tells Hermione, is acing a test and the warmth of a butterbeer between your hands. It is your friends holding you when you fall, and Ron’s sparkling eyes when you whisper hi. And there’s an otter, swimming, and Hermione is blushing.
A patronus, Harry tells Ron, is Ginny’s shaky smile lighting up the world at the end of second year. It is winning the Quidditch World Cup, unwrapping yet another knitted jumper, and your startled surprise at the sight of Hermione punching Draco in the face. And there’s a dog, chasing the otter, and Ron is laughing.
A patronus, Harry tells Luna, is the feeling of starlight on your skin and grass between your bare toes. It is snow melting through your fingers, the magic your mother used to make, something singing in your heart when you stare at the impossible. And there’s a hare, jumping, and Luna is shining.
A patronus, Harry tells Cho, is Marietta shouting the lyrics of her favourite song, dancing in the rain during a storm. It is the look on Cedric’s face when he saw you at the Yule Ball, his hand holding yours and never letting go. And there’s a swan, sliding, and Cho is crying.
A patronus, Harry tells Seamus, is Dean’s funny expression when he is about to burst into laughter and the sound of a explosion that turns out right. It is the fireworks, bright flowers blossoming in the night sky; and the fire burning in your lungs as you fly. And there’s a fox, running, and Seamus is smirking.
A patronus, Harry tells Ginny, is the world expanding underneath you and the wind playing with your hair. It is dancing and laughing until there are tears on your cheeks, Molly’s disapproving voice and Arthur’s amused eyes after one of the twins’ pranks. And there’s a horse, flying, and Ginny is grinning.
A patronus, Harry thinks, is that weird feeling that lives in his chest when the Room of Requirement glows silver, speaking of times when the world was golden.
happy valentines day
honestly if someone said this to me my mood would be boosted too
not give up on hope that my otps will become canon this year
It’s Hollywood’s fault, for letting this get so far, that when a black person or a female, or someone from a different cultural group is cast in a movie, we have to have debates as to whether they’re placed there just to meet a [quota]. I also understand, on the flip side, where these other mentalities will arise. “He’s just placed there for political correctness.” I don’t hear you guys saying that when Brad Pitt is there. When Tom Cruise is there. Hell, when Shia LaBeouf is there, you guys ain’t saying that. That is just blatant racism.
John Boyega (via jamesgordon)