You meet a lot of people around the world and you look at it and think, “Oh, okay… Better put my back into that.” It’s not getting better. In many cases it’s getting worse. You know, there’s that great film out there 12 Years A Slave and you go, “Hm, well, it’s still here,” and slavery is on the rise. It’s on the rise! And you go, “How did that happen? How did we let that happen? How have we managed to drop the ball quite so spectacularly?” You know? And to pretend it’s not happening, it’s an unqualified disaster and failure. Failure of political will- it’s a failure. We have failed. We have failed this generation. I’m just interested in that now because I’m old enough to have seen and heard a lot.

Drinkies ;)

Drinkies ;)

classymorelikekhaleesi:

thegirlwiththenotebooks:

danyytargaryen:

harry and ginny having triplet boys and naming them james, sirius, and remus respectively

and mcgonagall’s reaction when they’re at hogwarts like

no

no not again

I love how this just assumes that Minerva lives for three generations of Potters

if dumbledore can live for 115 years, so can she

prettyinporcelain:

living-corpse:

copequinn:

nicotinehearts:

omigawdmatt:

racheyzane:

do you ever look at somebody and wonder how they moan during sex

no but thanks now i have a new habit forced upon me whenever i go out

i think about this post at the most inappropriate times and it has ruined my life

Guys lips are the same color as the tip of their penis have fun with that fact at bad times

eyebrow hair is usually the colour of one’s pubes HAVE FUN

I hate you all so much

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

boneycircus:


(via theheirsofdurin)

okay

i will return to gondor, says boromir, and aragorn is silent (but watches him closely and thinks of their ancestors — his and boromir’s, and what they would say of this tangle of inheritance) 

i will reclaim the mountain, says thorin, and balin is silent (but watches thorin as thorin leads, and balin a step behind; and he thinks of the line of durin and the ancestors who cannot say anything of this fool-driven quest, for they perished all of their own foolishnesses) 

boromir reaches for the ring and it leads him to his death; thorin reaches for the mountain, for the gold, for the arkenstone, and he brings his heirs into death with him 

boromir reaches for honor and wealth; thorin reaches for inheritance and power; both are lured by the means, the gold that blinds to all green and growing things

boromir whispers my king, i would have followed you to victory, and lies on a forest floor far from home; thorin whispers o hobbit, i would have seen your peace, and lies on a rocky battlefield outside the mouth of his mountain; both never to see their homelands again, though neither belong truly to those places 

you are not yourself, hears boromir, and thinks who am i then, if not myself, king of stewards, favored son, who has been given the burden of hope by his father? who am i to ignore my duty in favor of halflings? 

you are not yourself, hears thorin, and thinks who am i then, if not king of the mountain, heir of durin, favored by prophecy, who have come this far and endured so much? who am i to cease fighting here, at the doorstep of my fate? 

it is only in the last breath before the final blow, before the first arrow, that they realize: they are protectors of family and comrades; they are servants of their peoples; they are led astray by pride; they are gold-blind, power-hungry; they are fools. they are not kings. 

i am no thief, says boromir, for denethor taught him well that any tool may be of use in keeping their line on the throne, and what is a hobbit to claim ownership of such a thing? a kind soul, surely, but not mankind who understands better the weight of gold: weight that barely keeps denethor on his throne and boromir in his status

i am not my grandfather, says thorin, for his grandfather is dead of pride and rage; but thorin has spent too long planning vengeance to be full of nothing but rage and pride. too long leading his people, providing for family, remembering the dead. 

no, this is not who they are.

ivashhkovs:

buffy appreciation weekday three: most heartbreaking moments

weallwantsomethingelse:

I idolize Daniel Radcliffe

arrest-the-scarf:

jaredpotterloki:

when i say i like harry potter i don’t mean yeah hp is pretty cool i mean i have literally grown up with it surrounding my life i have been reading and rereading the books for as long as i can remember and i can quote the movies word for word and my hogwarts house is a massive part of my identity and it actually physically pains me that i never got my hogwarts letter and i just

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#I don’t blog that much hp because it would be like blogging about having feet

emmawathson:

Make me choose 

Anonymous asked me Scott Mccall or Stefan Salvatore?

theultimatenerdgasm:

Some nature I snapped today.

The heron is my favourite :)

becca-likes-books:

Gabriel García Márquez, 6 March 1927 - 17 April 2014.

becca-likes-books:

Gabriel García Márquez, 6 March 1927 - 17 April 2014.