The Winchester Family Tree.
—“All I see in our family tree is a whole lot of dead.”
—“Family don’t end with blood, boy.”
—“You are like a brother to me.”


His name is Huang Zitao, a rapper from EXO boygroup or always aka an athletic idol. On 3rd September 2013, he did a high jump and unfortunately, he didn’t succeed and broke his back, other members had to lead him because he can’t walk by himself. He was in pain but the first thing he did is to walk to the fans, take a bow and say sorry. He wanted to win to make fans proud of him and proud of themselves to have an amazing idol. He felt sorry for not winning, he felt like he disappointed the fans. When fans shout “it’s ok”, he started to shed tears. It’s not the sorrow tears, it’s the tears of being touched by the love people gave him. Obviously he’s the one who is in pain yet still is the one to comfort fans and ask them to be okay T^T

Zitao is like that, he’s always worried that he couldn’t do the best to fans. But little did he know, just him being himself is already the best thing to us. Medal is golden but Huang Zitao is priceless, he shines brighter than the gold medal. He didn’t win any material prize but he won people’s heart, a living beating thing. After all, he’s just an idol, not an athlete, but to be able to archive such achievements already showed how hard working he was. He might not be the best idol to you, but to us, the fans, Huang Zitao is the most precious ♥



favourite scenes: I prefer the real Raven (2/6)

Rory’s “allergic to bullshit” faces


my life basically: watch, cry, blog, read fanfiction, and repeat.


She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.

Redmayne praised the theatrical scene at Cambridge and the diversity of roles available, observing, perhaps bitterly, that in the ‘real’ acting world you are largely confined to “playing how you look.” He did, however, recount one particularly bizarre audition at the ADC in which an eccentric director made him count from one to ten, expressing each number with a different emotion. That sounds like some sort of cult initiation ritual to me. Redmayne also maintained that bullshitting his way through supervisions provided excellent training ground for his acting career. (source)