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happy birthday, harry! → july 31, 1980
“From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written on it in green icing.”
female awesome meme; 4/5 ladies with the best development: michaela pratt (how to get away with murder) “i am that girl. the one that tried to slap you, from the backwater bayou, that southern ghetto trash. i just spent a long time trying to hide her away so I could claim the prince. your shining, black, perfect son of a prince and i did. but that girl isn’t me. he doesn’t love me. but here’s the thing… i love me. so i’m done.”
anonymous asked → draco/hermione
“She feels time, heavy and cruel inside her chest, swelling up along her skin until she feels bruised by it. He was a horrible little boy, who became this man in front of her now. And while he stands there as a single speck among the hordes of war and loss, she sees him in sharp, bold lines against a backdrop of faint colors and other people’s lives. Because while Draco Malfoy is nothing to the world, he…he is everything to her. ” (x)
hey hey hey you remember ratatouille? that movie was fuckin wild. in the first 20m a woman points a shotgun at the protagonist and tries to shoot him multiple times, brings down the roof of her own house, and subsequently gasses it. then the rat goes to paris and meets the bastard son of a dead chef and almost dies. again. several times. many times! almost gets locked in an oven. and then drowned. then some shit happens and he controls the bastard son by pulling on his hair. also the bastard chef gets drunk at least once. it’s explicit too like the scheming sous chef brings this 18 y/o or whatever into his office and gets him drunk because he wants the kid to admit that he’s a successful chef because of a tiny hair-pulling rat puppeteer who lives in his hat. and all throughout it the rat is grappling with the ethical conflict of whether stealing is right, and how to reconcile the wasted excesses of capitalism with his belief in private property and self-earned worth, especially when he comes from an impoverished background where stealing was necessary. and the underlying motif is how art isn’t an exclusive club, and how making art accessible to everyone is critical to the expansion and success of art itself, and the importance of honesty in relationships. also the human protagonist’s name is linguini
me rollerblading into my therapist’s office this week with sunglasses and a piña colada: maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,
an international student at mit literally cannot come back to school bc of the executive order
me while sipping apple juice out of a champagne glass and looking dramatically off into the distance: i’ve had it
Star Wars + text posts Part XXVII
self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the Fucking void
trying to prove a point to birds
waking up in the morning and having to continue my existence
01.21.2017 // When you go to NYC for the day and find a man with his cat in Central Park *^*
film posters: rogue one
“Save the Rebellion! Save the dream!”
