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ah, nostalgia.
that awkward moment when you realise that no matter how many years have passed, this piece of music will still have you sobbing very loudly in exactly 45 seconds.
I HATE MICHAEL GIACCHINO FOR THIS SO MUCH IUHDFKLJGHDSLFKJGHSLDFGHSLKDFJGHL. SECOND FAVOURITE PIECE OF MUSIC IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.
I hate that I didn’t even click play, but I knew what song it was. And I already started tearing up.
SAME. I was like “OH GOD NO NOT THIS SONG” and refused to click play.
Michael Giacchino is an evil evil man and it’s not right that one man should have such power over our emotions.
how did he make this song AND the opening montage theme from Up
no one composer should have all dat power
Anytime I here Michael’s music and I just feel like I have too many emotions to be a healthy person…
(via ianisourqueen)
From one great story to another
crying
(via thefirstdreamofmysoul)
“There’s this idea that Emma, Rupert and myself are the best of friends who always hang out together. I’m just going to put out there, Emma and I text all the time but Rupert and I never text each other, we never see each other. If I see him every six months or so, it’s a friendly ‘hello, how’s things with you’ but that’s about it.” -Daniel Radcliffe
this is depressing.
We were family once.
(via gabrielscondom)
Doctor Who rewritten - During his “farewell tour” of series 6, the Doctor learns that Donna Noble has written a series of children’s books and poses as a reporter to speak with her.
Doctor: So, Mrs. Temple-Noble, my editor, Mr. uh…J. Jonah Jameson, tells me that you were inspired to write these books because of vivid - ?
Donna: Dreams, yes. For the past - gosh, three years or so - I’ve been having peculiar ones nearly every single night. Like, being left at the alter for a giant spider, having a giant cockroach on my back, and being attacked by a giant wasp! Not that they’re all giant-insects-related though.
Doctor: Eek, sounds terrifying!
Donna: No, but see: they only sound that way. Somehow, I feel completely happy during ‘em. The most wonderful part of my day is when I’m sleeping.
Doctor: I’m sorry.
Donna: Phh, don’t apologize. I love it! Besides, not like it’s your fault, Mr. - oh, sorry, forget it. My brain’s a bit scrambled, chasing after an 18-month-old all day.
Doctor: I’m Mr. Lake, but you can call me ‘Jackson’. And you…you have a son?
Donna: Daughter. Name’s Jenny.
Doctor: Oh, what a cool name!. Though I do hope your phone number isn’t 867-5309. Whoops, bad joke. It’s a song - American, I think. Anyway, you were saying?
Donna: Well, being a former temp - and I pretty good one, if I must say - I’m able to type my dreams out quickly every morning, before they fade much from memory. And they’re so utterly ridiculous, that I don’t want to keep ‘em cooped up just inside my brain. I thought, why not share the stories with children!
Doctor: Brilliant!
Donna: Nah, but thanks. Here’s the first book. *passes him it*
Doctor: Daisy’s Wild Ride.
Donna: Yeah, Daisy’s a young girl in a few of my dreams. Pretty. Blonde.
Doctor: What are these little smiley blooby things on the first page?
Donna: Just some cute creatures, harmless. They prance naked around the street, and are fun to wave at.
Doctor: And these - ? *points to another page*
Donna: Ah, those are the Doods. Aliens who sing and have spaghetti permanently stuck in their mouths.
Doctor: And her - *points again*? With the nice curly hair?
Donna: Puddle. Bloody rubbish name, I know. But that’s what she calls herself in my dreams - Puddle Lullabye. She’s a bit of a tease, very secretive.
Doctor: Sounds intriguing! And *points again* what is that - a police box?! Nice blue color! Lemme guess: it’s magical?
Donna: Nope, that’s a porta-potty.
Doctor: Oh.
Donna: And see this too-skinny bloke who looks like he could use an IV to pump bacon directly into his lanky frame? Not that you’re much bigger. Wait, sorry, would you like something to eat? I made a fresh loaf of banana bread earlier.
Doctor: Sure! I love bread…of nearly all fruit flavors! At least, I think I do. But first, what were you saying about that man? The too skinny one? Though the hair doesn’t look so bad, even if the suit’s a bit raggedy…
Donna: He’s a doctor.
Doctor: Oh? Really?
Donna: Yup, Doctor Jack Harksmith.
Doctor: *sputtery noises*
Donna: He’s a wee bit *points to her head and twirls around a finger* cuckoo. He travels by magic carpet - calls it a ‘CARPIS’, insists upon running around everywhere in a suit, is easily amused by his miniscule knowledge of Italian, carries around a laser hammer, and licks nearly everything in sight - edible or not. Oh and he’s clearly head-over-trainers in love with Daisy, but he never ever tells her. Can you even believe that?
Doctor: Well, it sure does sound like the stuff of legend. A bit fairytale, maybe.
Donna: I know, I know. And he - this Doctor Jack Harksmith - can be annoying as my mother. And believe me, my mother is annoying. Plus, he’s overly hyperactive and rather irrational, so I’m particularly his babysitter. But you know what, Mr. Lake?
Doctor: What’s that, Mrs. Nob - uh, Mrs. Temple-Noble?
Donna: He’s fantastic. As is every single dream. I wouldn’t trade them in for anything.
(via fyeahdonnanoble)
Peeta’s cell in the Capitol had words scratched into the walls where the guards couldn’t see.
Believe in her.
Mockingjay.
Spark.
No one told Peeta it was originally Cinna’s cell.
SAAAADDD :[
(via whatthefinnick)
It has rained at every single Harry Potter movie premier in London for 10 years, but on the day of the last premier it’s gorgeous outside and the sun is shining.
Coincidence? I think not.
OGHFJALOKMGJ I’M CRYAING AGIANG
