My director brought in the promotional posters today - I thought it was going to be a shot of Watson, Lestrade and I, but no. It was a giant close up if my face while I inquisitively smoke a pipe.
He said 100% rebel time lord…
THERE IS SUCH A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THE EDUCATION SYSTEM WHEN STUDENTS ARE IN TEARS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT AND WAKE UP EVERY SINGLE MORNING WANTING TO THROW UP AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT OF BED WHILE THINKING THAT THEY’D RATHER BE DEAD THAN GO TO SCHOOL
eleven thousand people can relate to this post. that’s not okay.
THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT THOUSAND. MORE THAN THAT RELATE.
I was at homecoming earlier - I was helping with the djing, and the closing song was don’t stop believing. I got on top of one of the subwoofers(four feet above the rest of the students) and was pumping my fist. It was fucking awesome
what she says: im fine
what she means: sirius black died and there was never time to mourn him and i am continually haunted by the veil he fell through
america is like the popular girl in school: everyone talks shit about her behind her back, but as soon as she talks to them, everyone pretends they love her because they know they’ll be cooler and get invited to parties
and then canada is like america’s best friend, who’s like the uglier version of her, but all the other kids think she’s way nicer
mexico is like the weird kid who keeps trying to get really close to america to smell her hair