marauders4evr:

Lily’s eyes stung as she read the headline of the article. Her heart ached for the family. Yet, it slowly sank as she realized that they hadn’t lived that far away. Just on the other side of London, in fact.
She heard footsteps and immediately folded the paper, obscuring the article.
Petunia entered the kitchen and frowned.
She grabbed the pitcher of orange juice and coldly asked, “What’s that freaky paper of yours have to say today?”
She took Lily’s silence as an adequate reply. Normally, Lily would have had a relatively witty comeback. Yet at the moment, Lily couldn’t say anything. She was battling the lump that had formed her throat.
Petunia’s eyebrows arched and she asked, “What’s wrong?”
She asked more out of curiosity than concern.
Lily opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the number of casualties had tripled in the past year. She couldn’t tell Petunia that Muggleborns were dropping out of Hogwarts to spend time with their families - their remaining time. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the Ministry was remaining eerily quiet about the deaths; about the war entirely. She couldn’t tell Petunia that there was a war. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the war could very well affect them. She couldn’t tell Petunia how scared she was.
But mostly, she couldn’t tell Petunia that the magical world that she had been so excited to see was falling apart. She couldn’t tell Petunia that there was some magic that was dark, so dark that it was illegal. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the students of Hogwarts were rapidly becoming soldiers. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the thought of magic was no longer whimsical and exciting. She couldn’t tell Petunia that her dream had turned into a nightmare.
And so Lily swallowed and murmured, “Nothing.”
And she poured herself a cup of orange juice.

marauders4evr:

Lily’s eyes stung as she read the headline of the article. Her heart ached for the family. Yet, it slowly sank as she realized that they hadn’t lived that far away. Just on the other side of London, in fact.

She heard footsteps and immediately folded the paper, obscuring the article.

Petunia entered the kitchen and frowned.

She grabbed the pitcher of orange juice and coldly asked, “What’s that freaky paper of yours have to say today?”

She took Lily’s silence as an adequate reply. Normally, Lily would have had a relatively witty comeback. Yet at the moment, Lily couldn’t say anything. She was battling the lump that had formed her throat.

Petunia’s eyebrows arched and she asked, “What’s wrong?”

She asked more out of curiosity than concern.

Lily opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the number of casualties had tripled in the past year. She couldn’t tell Petunia that Muggleborns were dropping out of Hogwarts to spend time with their families - their remaining time. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the Ministry was remaining eerily quiet about the deaths; about the war entirely. She couldn’t tell Petunia that there was a war. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the war could very well affect them. She couldn’t tell Petunia how scared she was.

But mostly, she couldn’t tell Petunia that the magical world that she had been so excited to see was falling apart. She couldn’t tell Petunia that there was some magic that was dark, so dark that it was illegal. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the students of Hogwarts were rapidly becoming soldiers. She couldn’t tell Petunia that the thought of magic was no longer whimsical and exciting. She couldn’t tell Petunia that her dream had turned into a nightmare.

And so Lily swallowed and murmured, “Nothing.”

And she poured herself a cup of orange juice.

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y-a-n-d-e-r-e:

drawing in class is such a religious experience

y-a-n-d-e-r-e:

drawing in class is such a religious experience

nowyoukno:

Source for more facts follow NowYouKno

nowyoukno:

Source for more facts follow NowYouKno

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theqovernor:

what i expect from age of ultron trailer:

  • clint barton to speak
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roachpatrol:

vinegod:

As he looks into the distance, the Forest Nymph knows he’ll find them.. by Gio Volpe

SHIT I WAS JUST WONDERING IF HE EVER FOUND THEM

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rubyetc:

I found these gifs I made a while back for a site that’s not running anymore, so I thought I’d post them here. It’s a description of psychiatric symptoms and states of mind using a pink box and some other stuff. 

Reblogged from I still ain't bovvered

gym-teacher-dean:

rubyandhergingercat:

stupih:

my hero

This is a better Superman movie than the entirety of Man of Steel. 

this is what the movie should’ve been

Reblogged from The Fandom Goddess

brownpeopleproblems:

if you don’t root for young brown girls with lil moustaches and unibrows and boosting their self confidence by reminding them that they are flawless and do not need to conform to social beauty norms than You Are Dead To Me

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kingoftheniall:

Mariah Carey and 50 Cent are officially tied for worst first pitch in history

Reblogged from Screw the Rest

ladyt220:

miss-dramateen:

Scenes without background music; John Watson told Sherlock to “Stand Up Straight”.

Ashtray.

rock-flag-and-jerkface:

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

they both look a little nervous about what the other one might write

then just the biggest smiles when they are reassured yet again how much they just love each other

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leo-arcana:

unbelievable-facts:

a man named Walter Summerford was struck by lightning 3 times in his life. After his death, his gravestone was also struck.

fuck this guy in particular. even after death, fuck him.

leo-arcana:

unbelievable-facts:

a man named Walter Summerford was struck by lightning 3 times in his life. After his death, his gravestone was also struck.

fuck this guy in particular. even after death, fuck him.

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