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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find ThemNewt Scamander’s blue coat

The thing is, a lot of [Newt Scamander’s] creatures had sort of luminescent color, and I wanted him to have a sense of being one with them, but not standing out, like he’s in some neon outfit in the middle of the street. I came to this blue with a lot of green in it, and it has a little bit of brown undertones. It’s an interesting blue because in different light, it photographs differently. I didn’t want it to pop too much, and I played with it a little bit.

We played with the shape of it a lot, that coat, because Eddie Redmayne squats down on his case a lot, does a lot of up and down movement and he has a sideways gait to him that he evolved for Newt. It’s almost like an animal walk, in a way. I really wanted something that served him, too, and we did a lot of rehearsals with it to make sure it all worked for him, with his acting. Colleen Atwood

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and yea it includes most of 2015 ;)  

8 years of 7th regiment

16 years of 27th Lancers

1 year of Academie Musicale

1 year of Americanos

3 years of Anaheim Kingsmen

2 years of Argonne Rebels

1 year of Beatrix

1 year of Black Knights

1 year of Bleu Raeders

42 Years of Blue Devils World

9 years of Blue Devils B

1 year of Blue Devils International

 31 years of Blue Knights

4 years of Blue Saints

21 years of Blue Stars

33 years of Bluecoats

21 years of Boston

8 years of Bridgemen

6 years of Capital Regiment

20 years of Carolina Crown

15 years of Cascades

3 years of Citations

1 year of City Sound

1 year of Coastal Surge

8 years of Colt Cadets 

30 years of Colts

1 year of Columbians

1 year of Commodores

42 years of Crossmen

1 year of DelaSalle Oakland

1 year of Des Plaines Vanguard

4 years of Dutch Boy

3 years of East Coast Jazz

1 year of Eruption

3 years of Esperanza

1 year of Fever

3 years of Forte

10 years of Freelancers

5 years of Genesis

26 years of Glassmen

2 years of Gold

1 year of Golden Empire

1 year of Guardians

 4 years of Guardsmen

1 year of Heatwave

1 year of Impulse

9 years of Jersey Surf

2 years of Jubal

6 years of Kilities

 9 years of Kiwanis Kavaliers

6 years of Legends

3 years of Les Etoiles 

6 years of Les Stentors

2 years of Louisiana Stars

45 years of Madison Scouts 

15 years of Magic or Orlando

13 years of Mandarins

4 years of Memphis Sound

3 years of Muchachos

 5 years of Music City

3 years of North Star

2 years of Oakland Crusaders

9 years of Oregon Crusaders

13 years of Pacific Crest

 5 years of Patriots

 44 years of Phantom Regiment

14 years of Pioneer

1 year of Purple Lancers

4 years of Racine Scouts

6 years of Raiders

5 years of Revolution

1 year of Royal Crusaders

45 years of Santa Clara Vanguard

 12 years of Santa Clara Vanguard Cadets

2 years of Seneca Optimist

6 years of Sky Ryders

8 years of Southwind

7 years of Spartans

37 years of Spirit of Atlanta

3 years of Spirit of Newark

2 years of Spokane thunder

10 years of Star of Indiana

2 years of Stangnas

7 years of Suncoast Sound

1 year of Taipei Yuehfu

1 year of Tarheel Sun

7 years of Teal Sound

11 years of The Academy

36 years of The Cadets

43 years of The Cavaliers

1 year of Thunder

34 years of Troopers

13 years of Velvet Knights

1 year of Watchmen

2 years of Yamato

2 years of Yokohama Scouts 

Ok so heres the thing, if you have a show that I dont know have on this list I ask that you message me so that it can be spread and the love of the activity spread farther and wider. If you have videos of any show that isnt in here I would love to see that as well.

929 years of Drum corps in total

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The Dark Lord: Dark Consort

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There is very little left now.

Percival Graves has been rescued from torture and imprisonment at the hands of Gellert Grindelwald. And despite all claims to the contrary, the Director of Magical Law Enforcement is most decidedly not okay.

After.

After painfearagonyhumiliationpaindon’ttouchmepainbetrayalpainithurtithurtsitHURTS, Percival Graves is – empty. That’s the best description of his current state of being. He goes to work. He does his paperwork. He leads his aurors, stance firm and unfailing as he drags the scum of the Wizarding World to justice. I am fine. Director Graves tells himself, tells the world with every decisive footstep, every barked order. I am fine.

It is his mantra, and he mutters it with all the conviction of a convert hoping, desperately, that if he repeats it enough it might come true.

Percival Graves is not fine.

He comes home in the evenings, and just – stops.

Sometimes he manages to make himself a cup of tea. More often he doesn’t, and simply – sits. Stares into the distance, mind numb and hollow as memory drags him down like a rip current.  He sleeps very little. He only eats when prompted. He just – stops.

Sometimes Graves is vaguely concerned that no one’s noticed his slow decay, his subtle decline. But – it makes sense, doesn’t it? They didn’t notice when he was replaced by a genocidal psychopath. They didn’t notice when Grindelwald wore his face like a cheap suit. Why should they notice his breaking?

Percival Graves sits in an empty house in a darkened room and breathes.

There is very little left now.

He isn’t even curious when there’s a knock at his door. Or at the muffled curses that echo through unlit hallways as footsteps shuffle forward. He is indifferent to the tall body that blunders into his sitting room, or the sharp inhale as unfamiliar eyes land on his still form.

There is a hand beneath his chin, tilting his head upwards and Graves vaguely recognizes the individual in front of him. He’d arrested them once, hadn’t he? The memory is vague and unimportant, but it’s vaguely more interesting then the figure in front of him carefully calling him by name. Yes – a know associate of the Dark Lord (the other Dark Lord, the one who didn’t like humans very much). Graves had ended up releasing them; they’d committed no crime on American soil, and, technically, committed no acts of Black Magic (for all that their aura screamed with the cold of the Dark).

Graves notes their identity absently before letting his mind lapse back into perfect blankness.

There is an arm wrapping around his back, beneath his shoulders, and a sharp curse as he’s levered upright; Graves follows passively as the other magic-user urges them forward. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, not the squeeze of apparition as they clear the threshold, not the sick lurch in his stomach as they rematerialize beneath an undimmed canopy of stars –

There is a fire, and there are dark figures discernible only by the shape of their shadows lingering around the blaze. Heads turn as he is urged forward with a surprising gentleness – again, Graves follows. What else is he to do?

And there is a dark, dark figure sitting to one side of the burning logs.

The magic-user who is half-carrying him sinks to their knees, and Graves is forced to follow. He watches, vaguely curious, as they bow their head. And then – their voice is a whisper, a scream, a memory –

“My lord. Please. Have mercy.”

And this is the Dark Lord, this is the other Dark Lord, the one that Graves sank years of his life into finding, into hunting, into tracking without ever so much as glimpsing the man’s shadow, and faint curiosity strengthens into the first real emotion he’s felt in months as he raises his head and stares head-on at the seated figure.

(Later on, there will be tears and recriminations and explanations, there will be Newt practically diving off the log he was sitting on as he stumbles to Percival’s side, desperately trying to find out where the other man is hurt – he’d thought that the Director was bleeding out, that he’d been horribly maimed, that something was terribly, terribly wrong. There will be Newt sheepishly confessing how even though he’d never so much as touched black magic everyone still insisted on calling him a Dark Lord, there will be a rusty laugh bellowing from Percival’s throat because only you, Scamander, only you…)

There is a Dark Lord, they say. A Dark Lord who is terribly in his mercy, implacable in his fury. A Dark Lord, who has taken a consort, who has bound the man’s shadow and supped wisdom from his sighs.

“Drum Liners”

Mother: Jazmine, go to the garage and get a drum liner!

Me: Wait, what?

Mother: A drum liner.

Me: Is this some kind of joke?

Mother: JUST GO TO THE GARAGE AND LOOK AROUND

Me: *still confused, goes to garage*


This is what I was expecting to see:

This is what I saw:

I am done.