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Keni
if i look back, i am lost
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But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can.
Practical Magic (2008), dir. Griffin Dunne.
This movie is just perfect. <3
Rowling.
She’s given me so many books that I can’t even begin to count them. She gave me my first book, and a multitude of books after that.
She read them to me, and when I was old enough to read them by myself, she helped me read the words I did not know.
But there was one book my mom gave me that changed my life. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, by J.K. Rowling.
She brought it home from the bookstore for me when I was eight years old. I’m sure she expected it to be just like all the other books I read back then. I would read it over the course of a few days or weeks, and it would go on my bookshelf, nice and neat and tidy, but I probably wouldn’t talk about it again.
My mom didn’t know it would become as much a part of me as the blood in my veins.
I read the book in days, and it was all I could talk about. I took it to the dinner table with me. I splashed spaghetti sauce on the pages, because I couldn’t put it down long enough to finish my dinner. My mom, being the smart woman she is, went back to the bookstore a few days later to get the next one in the series.
I devoured it just as quickly. She brought home the third, and I flew through it.
I had to wait awhile for the fourth to be released, so what did I do with my time?
I re-read the three I had. I couldn’t put them down; they almost never spent more than a few weeks on my shelf at a time. The story was so much more than just a story, and soon it became part of my life. It shaped who I am. It taught me about life and prepared me for what was to come.
My mom brought home a book for me, but she gave me something to love.
She’s given me so many books since then. And others have given me books too. I’m a reader, and books are my perfect gift. But no one…no one…has given me a book like that since I was 8 years old.
And I don’t think anyone ever will.
Lost: Black Dog
Remus had put up the flyers 3 days ago. To be honest, it was a last-ditch, desperate effort to find his friend. It wasn’t unusual for Sirius to be gone for a few days at a time, but he had been missing for over 2 weeks. He and James had already filed a Missing Wizards report with the Ministry, but the Ministry official had muttered it was the 13th report he’d taken just that morning. It just wasn’t all that uncommon for a wizard to go missing these days.
It was Lily’s idea to make the flyers. James privately told Remus that he didn’t think it would work, that Lily’s “pregnancy brain” wasn’t letting her think clearly. “We’ve been Animagi for years, mate,” he had said. “Getting ‘stuck’ is a rookie mistake. You know I’m just as worried as you are, but I don’t think Padfoot is just ‘stuck.’ I want him to be okay, mate, you know, but let’s not get our hopes up here…”
Remus almost didn’t make the flyers; it was Wormtail who encouraged him. “It c-c-cant hurt, Moony...m-m-maybe he is just stuck. M-m-maybe the muggles have s-s-seen him?”
Maybe the muggles have seen him. So, Remus scrawled, as neatly as he could, across the top of a piece of parchment:
LOST DOG Very large (50 kilos) black dog. Mutt. Answers to “Padfoot” Last seen June 12 If found, please call RJ Wolfe.
Under these words, he printed the phone number for the pay phone outside the Leaky Cauldron, and asked Tom to get in touch if anyone called asking for an “RJ Wolfe.” He couldn’t, of course, put his real name on these. Just because he was posting them in muggle London didn’t mean a Death Eater wouldn’t see them. He didn’t want to potentially compromise Sirius’s perfect disguise.
Lily was kind enough to sketch a realistic drawing of Padfoot (they had never thought to take any photos of their Animagus forms), and Remus took the parchment to a copy shop in London. Armed with a muggle staple gun, Remus posted about 100 flyers a short while later.
Now, he stood outside a cookie-cutter house in Surrey, double checking the address Tom had written down for him. Mr. and Mrs. Davies had apparently found Padfoot about a week ago, and were thus far unable to track down an owner. They were happy to keep him, in fact, but Mr. Davies had seen the flyer when he had been in London on business yesterday. He couldn’t bear to keep such a sweet dog away from an owner who was surely missing him. Mr. Davies did ask, however, that when Mr. Wolfe came to claim Padfoot, he bring some proof of ownership.
It had taken Lily, James, Peter, and Remus all night to think up some “proof of ownership” that a muggle would believe. Finally, James forged a rabies vaccination certificate and Peter had managed to find an old photo of Padfoot from a few summers ago. As it was a moving photo, Lily had to charm it to stay frozen, at least for awhile. Remus thought to stop at a muggle pet shop for a leash and collar before he went to Surrey, and stopped to rub the collar in the dirt a bit so it looked worn. The story was that Padfoot had slipped his collar one day and taken off.
Ding dong.
A man of about 40 years answered the door. He was tall, lanky, and his hair was thinning and greying. His eyes, though wrinkled at the corners, were quite kind. Remus began, in his rehearsed lines, “Hello, I am RJ Wolfe. I got a message that you’ve found my dog?”
“Oh! Mr. Wolfe, of course! Yes, come in, come in.” He stood back and ushered Remus into the house. “Honey, Mr. Wolfe is here!”
Mrs. Davies came out of the kitchen. She was a small, slight woman with honey brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her smile was genuine. “Oh hello dear. Can I get you a cup of tea?”
“Oh, no thank you, ma’am. I don’t want to impose any more than my dog already has.” Remus smiled. He knew these people had been taking care of Sirius for a week already; he didn’t need to take advantage of their kindness any further.
“Right, well, Padfoot, is it?” Remus nodded. “He’s just through here.” Mr. Davies showed Remus through to the living room, where Sirius was barricaded in with a baby gate. Remus took one look at him, and knew for a fact it was indeed Sirius. Was he actually stuck? No matter, the point was that now he’s been found. Remus was certain that Lily, James, Peter and he could figure out how to put him right again. First though, he had to get him home.
“Padfoot! C’mere boy!” Remus put on his best dog-owner voice, patting his knees to call Sirius over to him. But Sirius just looked at him. “Padfoot! Buddy!” Sirius cocked his head from side to side.
C’mon Sirius. Now is not the time. Honestly. What was wrong with him?
“Er, I mentioned to the gentleman on the phone...er...if you could bring proof of ownership. We don’t want him going to just anyone, you see…” Mr. Davies clearly looked uncomfortable asking, but Remus could tell he was a good hearted man, and he just wanted to make sure this dog got back to his rightful owners.
“Of course, sir, right here…” Remus pulled out the rabies certificate and the photo out of his back pocket. Mr. Davies looked them over.
“Well...everything seems to be in order here… Funny though your dog doesn’t seem too excited to see you. How long have you had him?”
Remus thought quickly on the spot. “He’s a rescue...bit of a special case, really. He was badly beaten by his former owners.” Remus glared at Sirius, to let him know he would be badly beaten if he didn’t get his act together and come home with him just now. “I’ve only had him a short while.”
“Well, perhaps that explains it then. Poor pup isn’t sure where he’s meant to be!” Mr. Davies stepped over the baby gate. “C’mere boy!” Sirius bounded across the living room and rolled over at Mr. Davies’ feet. The man leaned down and rubbed Sirius’s belly.
“Oh, I hope you don’t mind...I was just making him a snack when you arrived...do you mind if he eats before you go?” Mrs. Davies had brought a plate through to the living room with 3 slices of bacon on it.
“Er...no, go ahead,” Remus replied, astonished. Sirius had leaped up and sat at the baby gate, his tail wagging so fast Remus thought it might fall off. He watched as Mrs. Davies giggled and fed Sirius the strips of bacon, one by one.
Remus shook his head. No wonder Sirius had been staying here. These people clearly adored him. “Alright, Padfoot,” Remus said when Mrs. Davies had finished. He stepped over the gate and held out the leash and collar. Sirius huffed, but hung his head so Remus could fasten the collar around his neck. “Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. Davies, for taking care of him. We were worried sick, but I’m so glad he was well taken care of while he’s been gone.
“Oh, it’s no trouble, Mr. Wolfe. In fact, I think I have my husband convinced that it’s time we get a dog of our own!” Mrs. Davies smiled and glanced at Mr. Davies.
“Well, it was certainly a pleasure, Miriam...maybe we shall.” Remus smiled at the couple. If anyone deserved to have a dog, it was these people. He hoped they found a nice, actual dog to share their love with.
“Thanks again,” Remus said as he and Sirius walked out the front door. He led Sirius up the sidewalk and around a corner. “You know, Padfoot, we’ve been so worried about you...but don’t you worry, I’m sure Lily is already researching how to reverse your transformation.”
Sirius gave an unmistakable doglike laugh. When they had crossed into a deserted alleyway, the dog grew into a young man in an instant. “Sirius!” Remus half-shouted. “You’re not stuck! But why— how— WE’VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!” Remus hit Sirius with the handle of the leash.
Sirius doubled over in laughter. “Relax, mate. I was planning to sneak out tonight after they went to bed.”
“Why did you stay so long without contacting us?”
“Because, mate, use your nose...Mrs. Davies’s bacon is delicious!”
Sooo...I’m back!
I don’t even know if I remember how Tumblr works. O.o
So this post
was too awesome and I thought it deserved a drawing inspired by it.
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-Micaela
you know what we need? we need queer romcoms. we don’t need any more sad lifetime movies about queers who end up dead or heartbroken. we don’t need any more real life stories. we need queer romcoms.
ladies falling in love after they stumble against each other on the subway.
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I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE
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Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
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they really do mean everyone
I FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULDN’T BE TEACHING ME THIS.
nobody should ever be teaching tyler oakley how to pick locks, jesus christ can you imagine the chaos
Peace in the woods.
Is this place for rent?
Dream house.
what omg
the english language, everyone
This hit me like a brick
And people wonder why authors use italics and bold and shit so reader’s understand what’s going the fuck on.
And of course I just read this in my head 7 times, stressing each word differently.
^ same
I can take it
I can take it. I can take it all. I can take your displaced anger and unyielding rage, and I can take your unintentional irritability. I can take it. I can take it all. I can take your sadness and your fears and your anger and your pain. I can take it. I can take it all.
I cantake it. I cantakeittall Icanttakeit. Icanttakeitatall.
I can't take it... I can't take it at all.
I miss you.
You always deserve to be the most important person in somebody’s life.
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I would wife the fuck out of
Point #2:: Why don’t men dress like women then?
She’s so comfortable with her body, I love her.
These are the 15 tell-tale signs of a shy person flirting - hilarious!
Most of these are actually pretty true….
oh god, that’s so me
