the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.

you can only reblog this today.

Me, on tumblr, for seven hours straight:

BRIDGERTON (2020– )  Title Sequence vs. Episodes

     requested by @apreciouslife

some trump supporter interrupted a reporter to yell "at least we're not burning businesses down" and like

Dumbledore, died at age 115

Horcruxes made: 0

Voldemort, died at age 71

Horcruxes made: 7

Conclusion: Voldemort was the most useless, magic dependant wizard that ever existed. He could have lived till like 200 if he just ate well and exercised, but no he had to go and split up his soul and ruin perfectly good jewellery, fucking dumbass.

this sounds like it was written by hermione granger at 1 am

He tried to use an advanced death magic spell to kill a baby. He literally doesn’t know how to do anything without magic. Just drop it out a window my dude, babies are so delicate

Aaand that was Ron

It often happens that an actor playing a role comes to symbolise the very thing that their character stands for. For years, Luke Perry was the unflappable cool of Dylan McKay - mysterious, brooding, the bad boy. He of the thousand posters, the screaming fangirls. He would take on many other roles following 90210’s end, but to many, he would always be Dylan.

That was until he resurfaced in 2017 to a new generation of teen fans - no longer the bad boy, but Fred Andrews, the only good parent in a town full of bad ones, the reliable, calming presence onscreen that loved his son and loved his town.

Somewhere beneath the layers, of course, was the real Luke - a mentor and ally to the younger cast, who were dealing with the very fame that had seen Luke at his peak. None of us fans ever really knew him, but from glimpses of who he was around others, we could piece a few things together - his kindness, his light and buoyancy, his lack of fear and cynicism. He was loved, so loved, by the cast and crew, and though we didn’t know him as they did, we at least knew that.

Luke was so many things to so many people. What’s consistent, at least, is this: the world wasn’t ready to say goodbye, not this soon. The grief in this is that we thought we had time. We thought we had a little more of Luke to know.

i’ve waited a whole year to finally reblog this

Been in my queue for a year

I love my fandom