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My life perpetually looks like it's on chapter 5 of a 50 chapter slow burn romance fic. Which has been abandoned mid way by the author.

There is nothing, absolutely nothing, as brilliant as unexpectedly discovering a hitherto unread story by Sara's girl.

There's a trophy room at Hogwarts that contains plaque and trophies and awards for all kinds of things, and yet we've never seen either Hermione or Harry actually receiving anything in all the six years they spent at the place.

That feeling of crushing disappointment when you've already checked tumblr thrice in the day and there is no fresh gay smut in sight.

My favourite part about Doctor Who are the scenes right before the regenerations…the reluctance of each of the faces to let go, bid adieu, the anxiety they feel about the next avatar, the piercing bittersweet pain…it is this part of the show that really gets me choked and yet yearning for more. I haven’t watched Classic Who, so I don’t know how it was done the last seven times but I love how Eccleston set the tone of these good byes. The show was shaped in his mould back then, and the two were in seamless harmony in his final scene as he tells Rose that she was fantastic and then in a signature move adds, “And so was I”! I love how the show has managed to retain that tone, that vein of light snark over the course of 10 years.

It's one of those nights when I can sing leave me breathless without thinking too much about it. 🌙

Also, why was Castile's girlfriend handcuffed when the backup arrived at the scene? She was a witness, yes, but since when do people get handcuffed for being a witness?

I have watched two very graphic videos in the last 48 hours of police officers killing black men. In neither of the videos do I see any attempt on the part of the officers to stop the bleeding/any application of pressure on the shot area/any indication of will to save the victim at all. All I heard were a lot of "fucks". Like their whole conscience condensed into that single word.