A most challenging day for captain Kirk
Hey, a lot of students died during the Battle of Hogwarts… what’s to say one or ten didn’t stick around?
That after the rebuild first-years are told to leave certain beds empty, without knowing why… and at night ghostly figures come in to sleep there, in their bunks…
"This was where I stayed when I was alive," they whisper when asked.
All year long they form friendships with the new students, and next year they are still there waiting…
Certainly it hurts to watch their living friends grow up, mature like they never will get to, and graduate… several lone ghostly figures standing on the hill waving the Seventh Years off as they glide back across the lake in boats… leaving as they came all those years ago.
Silvery tears stream down their faces, pride, sadness…
The older House ghosts come out and lay spectral hands in their former charges’ shoulders, “It gets easier…” they say, and the Fallen Heroes nod, wipe their eyes on ghostly sleeves and follow them back inside.
Even the Bloody Baron is uncharacteristically comforting to his Slytherins.
The First Years watch them with wide eyes, the older students all crowd in the common room to console them, unable to touch them except with their words, and their warmth… and their affections.
And so it goes, each year a silent vigil of farewell for every student they may never again see… a sadness dwelling in their heart with each face departed, save the memories they shared.
But so too, a light grows, in the meeting of the new students, of having those they have lived with from first year so close and willing to speak to them, and their other spectral house mates… a comfort.
And maybe, one day, a long time into the future when it comes time for a choice to be made… perhaps that blessed light portal will open for them too, their friends, family and tethers long since faded.
Amidst a congregation of pleased but sobbing students that have grown up alongside them, all the Heroes will finally go on to the next adventure, wherever that may be… and find the friends they met along the way.
Lee Pace on MTV’s Comic Con Live [x]
Chris Pratt is actually the nicest most humble celebrity in the world. Fact.
[a left boob appears within arm’s reach]
Chloe Bennet & Brett Dalton at San Diego Comic Con 2014
my favorite thing is when steve hides full body behind the shield
#how can that big dorito fit behind that little circle (via wintermintsoldier)
This scene is so fucking heartbreaking
Damn son our uterus stretches like 5x the size and then contracts and pushes a 7 pound baby out of a small tube into life if you think that isn’t metal as fuck get out of my face
YOUR ORGANS THOUGH IM SO SORRY LADIES
damn selfish babies taking up all the space
NAW MAN, LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT PREGNANCY AND BABIES, ALRIGHT?
FIRST OF ALL, IT SUCKS DICK. FIRST OFF LET ME GIVE YOU A MOTHERFUCKING RUNDOWN ON WHAT YOU SHOULDN’T EAT OR DRINK WHEN YOU’RE PREGNANT.
- NO UNCOOKED ANYTHING IN FUCKING GENERAL ACTUALLY. AND ESPECIALLY NOT FISH.
- ANYTHING WITH CAFFEINE IN IT, WHICH INCLUDES COFFEE, SODA, CHOCOLATE (THAT’S RIGHT, NO CHOCOLATE), SEVERAL TYPES OF COOKIES AND CANDIES, AND ENERGY DRINKS.
- VEGETABLES AND MEATS THAT ARE RICH IN NITRATES LIKE HOTDOGS, SAUSAGE, LETTUCE, SPINACH AND CELERY.
SO BASICALLY IF YOU’RE USED TO EATING OR DRINKING ANY OF THOSE THINGS YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO QUIT COLD TURKEY THE SECOND YOU GET PREGNANT.
NOW I’M NOT EVEN DONE. YOU SEE THAT PINK UPSIDE-DOWN TRIANGLE BELOW THE BABY’S HEAD? YEAH? THAT’S YOUR BLADDER. BABIES SQUEEZE DOWN ON THAT LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW AND ONCE YOU HIT THE THIRD TRIMESTER, YOU BASICALLY HAVE AN ELDERLY PERSON’S BLADDER. MY MOTHER TELLS ME SHE HAD TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AT LEAST 6 TIMES A DAY JUST SO SHE WOULDN’T WET HERSELF. ALSO WITH A BABY SQUEEZING’ UP AGAINST YOUR FUCKING INTESTINES LIKE THAT SAY HELLO TO CONSTIPATION NATION, EVERYONE.
SO NOT ONLY DO YOU HAVE THE BLADDER AND BOWELS OF AN OLD PERSON, BUT THAT GROWING HUMAN BEING GROWING OUT OF YOUR GULLET ALSO PUTS A HUUUUGE STRAIN ON YOUR BACK. NOT TO MENTION IT’S A PAIN IN THE FUCKING ASS TO MOVE ANYWHERE, SINCE YOU NEED TO START WALKING LIKE SOMEONE OUT OF A MONTY PYTHON SKIT JUST TO GET AROUND EFFICIENTLY. ALSO THAT ADDED WEIGHT MAKES YOUR FEET ACHE SOMETHING AWFUL. SO WHAT CAN YOU DO?
WELL GUESS WHAT. YOU CAN’T TAKE ASPRIN. ABSOLUTELY NO ASPRIN. NO IBUPROFEN, NO NAPROXEN NO NOTHING.
SO NOT ONLY ARE YOU IN PROBABLY THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE YOU WILL EVER BE, BUT YOUR MEDICINE CHOICES ARE EXTREMELY FUCKING LIMITED. (AND NO, I MENTIONED NO CHOCOLATE EITHER.)
DO YOU GUYS NOT REALIZE THAT THE FATE OF SOCIETY AND THE HUMAN RACE IN GENERAL IS BASED ON THE FACT THAT WOMEN MOSTLY CHOOSE TO GET PREGNANT? FOR LITTLE TO NO REWARD?! THE UNITED STATES ONLY GIVES 12 UNPAID WEEKS OF MATERNITY LEAVE ON AVERAGE.
YOU WOULD THINK THAT THE FUCKING PROCESS BY WHICH OUR POPULATION CONTINUES TO GROW WOULD BE FUCKING REWARDED AND CELEBRATED, NOT SWEPT UNDER THE FUCKING RUG LIKE A PIECE OF FUCKING DUST.
Greatest rant ever.
For the love of God, Cas
ME SO HAPPY