Jordan Peele and Keegan-Michael Key photographed by Smallz + Raskind for The Hollywood Reporter.
*waits for 911 to call me first so i don’t sound thirsty*
And then he breaks.
Shaking violently, shattering in my arms, a million gasping, choking pieces I’m trying so hard to hold together. And I promise myself then, in that moment, that I will hold him forever, just like this, until all the pain and torture and suffering is gone, until he’s given a chance to live the kind of life where no one can wound him this deeply again.
And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.
It’s time, I think, to break f r e e .
remember when u were 9 and u were carrying ur little razor scooter and it would hit ur achilles and it felt like the earth was collapsing
Luke being adorable.
dreams feel real while we’re in them
Book Quotes: - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry suddenly realized that there were tears on his face mingling with sweat. He bent his face as low as possible, wiping them off on his robes, pretending to do up his shoelaces, so that Lupin wouldn’t see. "You heard James?" said Lupin in a strange voice.
oh great! um prompt: lily gets flak for dating james from the blood purists (while still at hogwarts) and even tho she never thought it would bother her, it does, and she gets kinda sucked into the belief that james' life wd be harder with her in it and considers ending things quickly so as to save everyone pain but james finds out and becomes furious? it's quite dark but pleaaaaase? :)
AN: Hey, anon! I, um… I don’t know about this. I still have to edit it tons, and I didn’t think it would get this long, but it got away from me. Also, you didn’t mention a resolution for them, so… here you are.
(Does it make a difference? Being muggleborn?)
She’s read the article four times in a row now, but her eyes stay glued to the paper. Her fingers don’t shake. Funny. Her left hand doesn’t grip the mug tight either. And she ought to, she thinks, she ought to, doesn’t she; after all, she’s got to find some way to channel the… this. Whatever it is. What even is this? It feels… hollow. Her body’s gone numb. Is this limbo? Oh god, she’s losing it. Something’s starting to whir in her brain, something she’s worked long and hard to turn off. She can feel it slowly reverbrate back to life. She’s scared. She knows why it’s there, she knows what it’s saying, and she’s scared she may finally give in to it. But her fear seems to have just knuckled down on her heart rate. No shaking this time. No lashing out. No biting her lower lip in apprehension. Her heart, just her heart, has gone absolutely, beyond control erratic. She’s going to break here, now; Merlin, she’s brittle, and it’s cold, and something… something is falling inside of her, or trying to gnaw its way out—but why then is everything else so still—?
“Evans?” Sirius calls from across the table.
She raises her head up a second too late to pass for nonchalance. “Yeah?”
but more on that (much, much) later (x)
OMG THIS VIDEO CRYING TEARS OF BLOOD.