harrison: *in a completely monotone voice and like he’s given up on the entire star wars franchise* bang. bang.
carrie: *actually acting* no luke, it’s too late!
harrison: *in that same monotone voice* … bang. bang.
/harrison and carrie run offstage/
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i just got really motivated for like 2 minutes but it went away
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When you’re in the middle of sobbing and you start dissociating so you’re like “okay I’m done now” and turn into an emotionless zombie
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has anyone ever before been so comprehensively torn to shreds in their life tho
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either 2017 is a good year on its own or im going to drag it into “good” territory by relentlessly kicking it’s fucking ass with my bare hands until it does what i want it to do that’s it. those are the only options. good or good by force thanks
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In 2017 I wish you all minimum depression and maximum confidence 🌹
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Albus is an old man now, and finally ready to move on. He dies peacefully in his sleep, unafraid because his father’s always told him that there’s no reason to fear death.
When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is a face. He’s seen it in pictures before, young and smiling amidst his three best friends, laughing at Albus’s grandparents’ wedding, newspaper clippings showing him as an escaped prisoner. He recognizes this man to be his dad’s godfather, the brave man that Harry’s said grew up in a horrible house and would’ve given his life to keep his best friends safe without a second thought, who lived twelve years with dementors, escaped and was forced to live quietly in his old, dark house, who died so unexpectedly at the hand of his own cousin. He knows that this man is brave and valiant and bold.
In the moment it take him to recognize this, the handsome face cracks into a smug smile. Sirius Black opens his mouth, and Albus is ready, sure he’s going to say something simple and beautiful and wise; and then Sirius says, “Albus Snivellus Potter.”
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Y'all can say what you want but I refuse to believe
that Harry James Potter, an orphan child, who grew up in an abusive house hold, would ever, EVER, tell his son, quote: ‘Well, there are times I wish you weren’t my son.’
He would never. He of all people, who felt unwanted for several years of his life, would never tell his son that. No matter what.
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