The fall was not scripted, Anne actually slipped while filming, although she started laughing they kept with the scene. The director didn’t yell cut because she waved her hand a little (what looked like when she waved at Lily to keep talking) to signal that she wanted to keep filming the shot. The editor eventually chose this shot because he felt it fit Mia’s character a lot more than the scripted shots they had.
how did she not start crying after getting cunt punted that hard.
Fake Pockets: A How To
dude. this comic was made for me.
The Magic Begins
↳ a scene you really wanted to be in the movies, but wasn’t: fleur’s speech after bill gets attacked by greyback at the end of hbp
#FLEUR DELACOUR ASSHOLES #BEAUXBATONS CHAMPION #OoTB MEMBER#MOVED TO A FOREIGN COUNTRY SO THAT SHE COULD BE WITH HER HALF WEREWOLF HUSBAND#ENGLISH WASN’T EVEN HER FIRST LANGUAGE#BUT SHE SPOKE IT CONFIDENTLY DESPITE THE SNEERING AND MOCKING#HAD TO FIGHT AGAINST THE PREJUDICES OF HER HUSBAND’S FAMILY
james turning down every hogsmeade invitation by telling them he’s going stag
Sirius spreading a rumour that he has a cat just so when people ask him about it he can go, “Nah, I’m a dog person.”
Peter being loud so when a teacher chews him out, he can promise to be “quiet as a mouse”
Remus turning into a fucking werewolf
I’m in the interesting and innovative packaging fandom. Who’s with me?
packaging can make or break my buying a product
i like this story because a cop was shot but nobody will get in trouble for shooting the cop and some children got to calmly play with a dog
So I was in my painting class today…
and I turned around to look at my friend…
do you sEE
THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT
WHAT THE FUCK
I DONT UNDERSTAND LIFE
THERES A TIME AND A PLACE FOR MUCKING AROUND
my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.
fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.
it’s not true. none of it is true.
people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.
one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.
i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.
i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.
my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?
you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.
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