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mr-superficial:

Glee Season 5: A summary

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Don’t you love the diversity of the Glee characters now?


fudgeflies:

Three years ago today, I sat in a darkened theatre and said goodbye to a piece of my heart. I still remember everything about that day, down to how the popcorn tasted like dirt in my mouth because it was so dry from nerves. I especially remember crying so hard throughout the whole movie that I ended up busting a blood vessel in my left eye. Not my finest moment but it doesn’t dull the memory any. Nothing can, because those memories are all I have left right now and I cling to them every day. I miss anticipating a new Potter film, and as much as I’m looking forward to Fantastic Beasts, it won’t be the same without my favourite boy wizard up on screen, flexing his hero muscles. I took those 10 years for granted and I’d give anything to go back to the beginning and experience it all again, starting at Number 4, Privet Drive. This series is truly my lifeblood, and nothing will ever mean as much to me, not 3 years after the fact, not 53 years after the fact. Harry’s will always be the story that literally saved + changed my whole life and shaped me into the person I am today. And I think-even though he’s just a page turn or remote click away-that I’ll always miss him. But I’ll never love him any less. Couldn’t even if I tried. And I have no intention of ever trying.
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry’s ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

fudgeflies:

Three years ago today, I sat in a darkened theatre and said goodbye to a piece of my heart. I still remember everything about that day, down to how the popcorn tasted like dirt in my mouth because it was so dry from nerves. I especially remember crying so hard throughout the whole movie that I ended up busting a blood vessel in my left eye. Not my finest moment but it doesn’t dull the memory any. Nothing can, because those memories are all I have left right now and I cling to them every day.
I miss anticipating a new Potter film, and as much as I’m looking forward to Fantastic Beasts, it won’t be the same without my favourite boy wizard up on screen, flexing his hero muscles. I took those 10 years for granted and I’d give anything to go back to the beginning and experience it all again, starting at Number 4, Privet Drive.
This series is truly my lifeblood, and nothing will ever mean as much to me, not 3 years after the fact, not 53 years after the fact. Harry’s will always be the story that literally saved + changed my whole life and shaped me into the person I am today. And I think-even though he’s just a page turn or remote click away-that I’ll always miss him. But I’ll never love him any less. Couldn’t even if I tried. And I have no intention of ever trying.

"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"

Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry’s ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"



Stiles + hell yeah


sherbies:

it’s 2014 and tumblr still doesn’t let you edit typos in your own tags without deleting the whole thing i am outraged


trust-me-im-satan:

when people start getting close to your friends

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rougedraconteur:

Let’s celebrate the man that was


isympathizewithlinus:

fundamentallyunreal:

I’m sorry but this is fucking awesome. There are celebrities who have been around 20 years longer than he has who can’t handle the press this well. His focus never wavers from his fans, and he manages to flatline a tabloid story with complete class and no confrontation.

Master communicator and unyieldingly reasonable guy Darren Criss, ladies and gentlemen. 


sherlock-is-the-fire-of-my-loins:

deathfrisbeeofbakerstreet:

Some fandoms are waiting for season 10, others for episode 10.

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