THIS WHOLE TIME I WAS LED TO BELIEVE I WAS JUST SHITTY AT DOING EYELINER WHEN ALL THIS TIME PEOPLE HAVE BEEN USING FUCKING SCOTCH TAPE GOODBYE I’M DONE
I thought this was how all girls did it.
I never used tape, and I like to think of myself and pretty great at winged eyeliner but I feel like I was just told the answer to the questions of the universe.
Prompt: Ultrasounds (u know around the time Lily was pregnant
Given by jamespottersd
Yes, ultrasound machines were invented before late seventies/ early eighties and no I didn’t really check much after that
Doctor Descartes was a short woman who seemed to be in her late forties with a greying bob and a toothy smile.
James never liked healers and he liked muggle doctors even less- why do they stab you with needles insisting it’s going to make you feel better? And why in the name of Merlin and Circe do they need to cut you open?
He held on tightly to Lily’s hand as they walked through the pristine white halls behind the woman. He’d never been to a muggle hospital before. Well, he had- twice actually- but those two times he was in immense pain and did not give his surroundings two hoots. Lily had insisted they go to one after things in the Wizarding world took a turn for the worst. For once in his life he had agreed to come to this stupid place that smelt like bleach and made his nose itch.
Lily’s fingers were interwoven with his while her other hand rested on the noticeable bump on her tummy as they followed the older women through a series of corridors that all looked the same to James. Finally, after what seemed liked hours to James, they stopped in front of a door.
Doctor Descartes turned to Lily and said, “Would you like your husband inside with you? He can always wait out here,” she said, pointing to the row of hard backed plastic chairs that James guessed that all hospitals- both muggle and wizarding alike- seemed to have.
Lily shook her head. “No, I want him inside.”
This is awesome
People lay down in a pedestrian zone as part of an art project in remembrance of 528 victims of the ‘Katzbach’ Nazi concentration camp in Frankfurt, Germany. The inmates of the Katzbach concentration camp, a part of the former Adler industrial factory, were forced into a death march to the concentration camps of Buchenwald and Dachau in 1945.The 528 vicitms of Katzbach are buried at Frankfurt’s central cemetery.
Picture: KAI PFAFFENBACH/REUTERS
if you ever feel like a failure, just remember that jack crawford and the fbi arrested a vegan as the main suspect on a cannibal case
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
i think that’s called game of thrones
MY FAVORITE FUCKING VIDEO
I LAUGH SO HAR DEVERY TIME
*asks mom if she can buy something for me in september*
"no christmas is coming"
Sloth on a speedboat
laughing so fucking hard
"go the fuck away im not dealing w ur snake shit today"
NOT A QUEEN, A KHALEESI
"i’m not bitter" i say, bitterly, with a bitter expression
"I’m not sad" I say sadly with a sad expression
"i’m not jealous" i say, with strong emphasis on the word jealous, following it with a forced laugh to show how not jealous i am