THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR
my god, we’re all Ross.
So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined.
Not just the men.
Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar. Admit it.
In conclusion, we are the show Friends.
“Once I’m a Treble, I probably won’t have any time for you.”
Heart beating in his throat, Harry opened his eyes. They were standing hand in hand in a snowy lane under a dark blue sky, in which the night’s first stars were already glimmering feebly. Cottages stood on either side of the narrow road, Christmas decorations twinkling in their windows. A short way ahead of them, a glow of golden streetlights indicated the center of the village.
They heard a snatch of laughter and pop music as the pub door opened and closed; then they heard a carol start up inside the little church.
“Harry, I think it’s Christmas Eve!” said Hermione.
“They … they’ll be in there, won’t they? Your mum and dad? I can see the graveyard behind it.”
Harry felt a thrill of something that was beyond excitement, more like fear. Now that he was so near, he wondered whether he wanted to see after all. Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward.
“Harry, they’re here … right here.”
And he knew by her tone that it was his mother and father this time: He moved toward her, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest, the same sensation he had had right after Dumbledore had died, a grief that had actually weighed on his heart and lungs.
The headstone was only two rows behind Kendra and Ariana’s. It was made of white marble, just like Dumbledore’s tomb, and this made it easy to read, as it seemed to shine in the dark. Harry did not need to kneel or even approach very close to it to make out the words engraved upon it.
BORN 27 MARCH 1960
DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981LILY POTTER
BORN 30 JANUARY 1960
DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981 “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”
Harry read the words slowly, as though he would have only one chance to take in their meaning, and he read the last of them aloud.
“ ‘The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death’…” A horrible thought came to him, and with it a kind of panic. “Isn’t that a Death Eater idea? Why is that there?”
“It doesn’t mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry,” said Hermione, her voice gentle. “It means … you know … living beyond death. Living after death.”
But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.
Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents’ grave.
-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 16: Godric’s Hollow
But you’re talking, like, destiny. But there’s no such thing. Is there?
Amy and The Doctor in series 7
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It has come to my attention that I haven’t posted a photo of Matt Smith in a scarf in a while. That has been remedied.
Selena Gomez - Fifty Shades of Blue.
“He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing… the fury of the Time Lord. And then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden.
He was being kind.
He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star.He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy, to be imprisoned there… forever.
He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her… but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror.If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you just for a second, that’s her. That’s always her.
As for me, I was suspended in time and the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England as their protector.
We wanted to live forever. So the Doctor made sure we did.”
↳ favorite female companion: Rose Tyler
“Every conversation with you just goes mental. And there’s no-one else I can talk to. I’ve seen all that stuff up there, the size of it, and I can’t say a word. Aliens and spaceships and things… and I’m the only person on planet Earth that knows they exist.”
Kuzco is the best Disney princess
#but Robert, you’re not actually Ton… oh whatever, just go with it.
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