Kate Middleton meeting Idris Elba is all of us meeting Idris Elba.
Every time a director calls me and says, ‘If you practice a lot in two months, can you be an American?’ And I always tell them, ‘Well, maybe but I’m French. So it’s going to be hard to be someone else.’
okay woWIE YOU GUYS REALLY NEED TO WATCH THIS BECAUSE PANTENE DID A COMMERCIAL ABOUT HOW SHIT LABELS AGAINST WOMEN ARE AND ITS JUST SO GREAT WOWIE
Où t’es, papa où t’es ?
Où, t’es où, t’es où, papa où t’es ?
Lacrimosa or tear bottles reappeared during the Victorian time period of the 19th century. During this time these bottles were used with special stoppers. The mourners would collect their tears and mourn until the tears evaporated, thus showing the end of the mourning period.
wait but the hunger games au where Natasha is a sixteen-year old tribute and Bucky is her mentor
(the male tribute is Leo Fitz, and he doesn’t make it past the cornucopia)
and Peggy is the only other victor from their district, and she was Bucky’s mentor, back when Bucky was a tribute
like can you just imagine Peggy with blank eyes sitting next to Bucky in a public theater, watching the games, and she’s got one hand clenched into a fist but the cameras can’t see it—gotta get the mentor’s reaction for the commercial break!—because Bucky’s got his hand folded over hers, hiding it from view. Bucky watches Natasha running for her life on the big screen with a grin, because Bucky’s always been better at this part than Peggy has
(peggy was brutal in the arena, though. she kept the other tribute from her district alive as long as she could, but the poor kid was tiny and had asthma and a heart murmur and an inflated sense of his own courage and in the end she only kissed him once before he did something stupidly heroic and got himself killed trying to save her.)
anyway they sit there and they watch Natasha panting as she runs from an emormous green muttation (it’s got the eyes of that sweet-tempered kid from district five—Brian? Bruce?), sweaty and bloody with her red hair sticking to the side of her face, and they listen to the commentary on Natasha’s odds, Peggy impassive, Bucky smiling, his hand on hers.
Natasha survives the monster. They watch her murder the archer from District 12, the one who joked around with her in training and called her Nat, by shoving him into the path of a deadly man-shaped drone. Clint (seventeen) takes repulsor fire to the chest with surprise on his face, and the cannon sounds.
The commentator swings around to get their reactions, and Peggy raises her champagne. “A toast to President Stane,” she says with false cheer. “And Game-maker Stark. He’s outdone himself.”
The room erupts with applause.
queen in the north.
a mix for sansa stark, who doesn’t need your shit [listen]