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ladyw1nter: niksolas: never-be-anything-but-loud: In the Chamber of Secrets, when Dobby first...

Mon, 20 May 2013 11:45:27 -0500

niksolas:

never-be-anything-but-loud:

In the Chamber of Secrets, when Dobby first appears in Harry’s bedroom, Dobby tells Harry about how he has heard all about Harry’s greatness.

But if he serves the Malfoys and rarely leaves the Manor, who told Dobby these things?

My money is on Draco.

No seriously, where’s the fic?

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau for Cover Man

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:53:05 -0500

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau for Cover Man

ladyw1nter: devildoll: I don’t understand how all the rest of...

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:08:35 -0500

ladyw1nter:

devildoll:

I don’t understand how all the rest of him is an adorable boy, but from the elbows down he’s a guy who could Do Things to you.

WHY DID YOU NOT LABEL THIS NSFW.

J.

F.

C.

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau for Cover Man May 2013

Sun, 19 May 2013 19:15:43 -0500

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau for Cover Man May 2013

rainbowrowell: brofisting: npr: The latest Iron Man...

Sun, 19 May 2013 17:23:08 -0500

rainbowrowell:

brofisting:

npr:

The latest Iron Man installment continues an argument begun in last summer’s The Avengers about two very different kinds of American exceptionalism. Robert Downey Jr.’s Tony Stark represents a newer mythology: He gets his power from earned egotism, unchecked capitalism, and entrepreneurial genius.

Armor And Anxiety: Tony Stark Is The New Captain America : Monkey See

Photo: Marvel/Walt Disney Pictures

wow this is a super great essay about tony stark, perfectly capturing all the tony stark feelings i knew and didn’t know i had

It is very great. As are most things written by Linda Holmes at NPR. Check her out: http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/

wolvensnothere: jeremyloverobsessedmoi: nuwanda13: irefusetobe...

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:31:09 -0500

wolvensnothere:

jeremyloverobsessedmoi:

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this.

*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

OH MY GOD………………………..

reblog forever

Currently rewatching Iron Man and editing a conversation about Iron Man Three. Then this comes up? Yeah, decent Sunday.

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Sun, 19 May 2013 13:38:07 -0500

theoswinforthewin: Sorting Hat↳Katniss Everdeen ♦ Slytherin

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:45:26 -0500

theoswinforthewin:

Sorting Hat
↳Katniss Everdeen ♦ Slytherin

"I use a trick with co-workers when we’re trying to decide where to eat for lunch and no one has any..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 09:52:54 -0500

“I use a trick with co-workers when we’re trying to decide where to eat for lunch and no one has any ideas. I recommend McDonald’s. An interesting thing happens. Everyone unanimously agrees that we can’t possibly go to McDonald’s, and better lunch suggestions emerge. Magic!”

- Medium writer Jon Bell • Offering a brilliant suggestion on how to get people to make a decision on something. If it’s not obvious yet, the secret here isn’t the McDonald’s part. “There’s no defined process for all creative work, but I’ve come to believe that all creative endeavors share one thing: the second step is easier than the first,” he continues. This man is clearly a genius. (ht @Ricktagious)

thorilyhammered: siffy: I have this headcanon where Steve’s...

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:08:38 -0500

thorilyhammered:

siffy:

I have this headcanon where Steve’s son is born with his original health maladies and wants to grow up to be just like his dad - and Steve is confronted with all these feelings of inadequacy as a father because he realizes his son can’t grow up to be like him. But no kid will probably ever be better protected from bullies, considering who all his uncles are. It’s probably just a matter of time before Uncle Tony builds him some really sweet replacement braces (“Should they have spinning rims? I feel like they should have spinning rims.”)

#THIS IS WHAT TRUE PAIN FEELS LIKE

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Sat, 18 May 2013 19:16:18 -0500

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Sat, 18 May 2013 17:23:06 -0500

“Your mind was on your battles, and rightly so. Even a king...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:31:01 -0500

“Your mind was on your battles, and rightly so. Even a king cannot think of everything.”

“Battles,” muttered Robb as he led her out beneath the trees. “I have won every battle, yet somehow I’m losing the war.” He looked up, as if the answer might be written on the sky.

sassylemur: jackiecello23: But when I was doing the scene,...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:37:57 -0500

sassylemur:

jackiecello23:

But when I was doing the scene, [director] Alex Graves said “When you say that last line, ‘I can be your family,’ say it like ‘I love you.’” And that’s the take that they used. (x)

The Little Queen

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:45:35 -0500

The Little Queen

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Sat, 18 May 2013 09:53:01 -0500

queenofshenanigans: deliriumbubbles: queenofshenanigans: ptera...

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:08:28 -0500

queenofshenanigans:

deliriumbubbles:

queenofshenanigans:

pterawaters:

nevver:

What your coffee says about you (larger)

Okay, but what does it say about you if you don’t drink any coffee? Also, I never learned what most of these coffee drinks are, despite living in Seattle the past 8 years…

i can’t stop laughing at a couple of these.

What if you drink like, six of these at different times?

WHAT IF YOU DRINK SIX OF THESE AT THE SAME TIME??????????

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Fri, 17 May 2013 19:15:31 -0500

doctorwho: Doctor Who Alternate Universe - “I could ask you the...

Fri, 17 May 2013 17:23:06 -0500

doctorwho:

Doctor Who Alternate Universe - “I could ask you the same question, Doctor.”
└The Doctor runs into Sally Sparrow on a trip to the roaring twenties.

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

THE GODS OF FANDOM HAVE SMILED ON ME TODAY

clumsyoctopus: flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me like,...

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:31:06 -0500

clumsyoctopus:

flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me

like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry”

i thought you could combine flowers

like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and a large tomato”