Helena Bonham Carter pretending to be Belatrix pretending to be Hermione pretending to be Belatrix


No but her acting was so good in this scene that I had to pause and zoom in on her face to make sure it wasn’t actually Emma in makeup, and even then I wasn’t totally convinced.

Emma acted out the scene first, and then Helena Bonham Carter mimicked what she did. so it was Helena Bonham Carter pretending to be Emma Watson pretending to be Helena Bonham Carter pretending to be Bellatrix pretending to be Hermione pretending to be Bellatrix.


my head hurts


Because I was curious…and because seeing Sirius closer to the age he was in the books makes it at least 2x sadder.

“As a teenager, I didn’t understand that saying you’re a feminist is just saying that you hope women and men will have equal rights and equal opportunities. What it seemed to me, the way it was phrased in culture, society, was that you hate men. And now, I think a lot of girls have had a feminist awakening because they understand what the word means. For so long it’s been made to seem like something where you’d picket against the opposite sex, whereas it’s not about that at all. Becoming friends with Lena – without her preaching to me, but just seeing why she believes what she believes, why she says what she says, why she stands for what she stands for – has made me realize that I’ve been taking a feminist stance without actually saying so.”


Kirsten Dunst and Jason Schwartzman as Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI by by Annie Leibovitz for Vogue, September 2006

i still don’t understand why you’re in charge.

                  b a s i c a l l y ,  i t ’  s  t h e   e y e b r o w s.

d: ..don’t rob any bank what?
c: without me.
d: of course not,  b o s s .

Take a punt. Your choice. Wherever, whenever. Anywhere in time and space.

The part of the story
when everything is soft,
and we are still trying
to reach the sun that scorches
the inside of our skin,
and we are still trying
to swallow the names
in our mouths
and hold them in our stomachs.

The part of the story
when my wrist is
between his teeth,
and my blood is
dripping from his mouth.
and oh God, oh God,
he hollows me,
and oh God, oh God,
I split his bones wide open,
and we scream love
like a prayer,
like a sentence,
like an apology.

The part of the story
when we become
something feral,
something hungry,
and he devours me whole
and picks my ribs from his teeth.
I wanted to be wanted,
to be touched, to be craved,
and now I’ll never escape him.

Emily Palermo, Are We Still Writing It All Down? (via starredsoul)



Comic by ©The Oatmeal

I laugh, but it’s frighteningly true


I need this. Like NOW.