When the woman asked Newt “Are you a Seeker?”, he replied “I’m more of a Chaser, actually.” It took me awhile to realize it was a QUIDDITCH REFERENCE! Could it be Newt Scamander was a Chaser for the Hufflepuff team? Not only a scholar and a cinnamon bun but an athlete [albeit I bet he’s an awkward bean type, the squish] I’m loving Newt more and more and more.

I guess it’s time to bring this back.

This illustration was drawn by Yana back in 2008:

And this is a panel from the latest chapter (ch126):

I’m not saying these are the same photo, but it’s good to keep in mind that Yana has had the idea of the “burnt family photo” since 2008 :D

Hamilton Instrumentals!

God is real! This amazing YouTuber has made this awesome karaoke tracks of some of the songs from Hamilton on his computer (in garage band) and they sound almost identical to the soundtrack. I’ve linked all the ones he’s posted so far below! This is incredible, I’m so impressed! 

Alexander Hamilton

My Shot

The Schuyler Sisters

You’ll Be Back

Helpless

Satisfied 

What’d I Miss?

Burn

And here’s a cool video where he explains his process and how he does it! So enjoy guys, I’m sure you’ll all be just as stoked as I am as soon as you listen! :)

I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.
—  James Boyle