But really can you imagine how much fun Harry would have had with an animagus as a father? James giving little five year old Harry stag-rides on his back prancing along in the backyard, James going to “mow the lawn” and then Harry looks out his window and dies of laughter when he sees a stag just casually grazing the grass, Harry yelling “DAD!” when he sees an antler poking out of a bush as he tries to have a moment with Ginny.
And idk I feel like James would turn every now and then just to clear his head if he’s feeling overwhelmed and one night Harry can’t sleep because of similar reasons and he goes to the backyard and sees a stag sitting on the grass and he doesn’t say anything but Harry goes over sits down next to James and just stays there because it’s so easy and so natural and not weird at all.
idk ignore me and my odd headcanons
#except one night it’s a legit stag right#but harry is like man dad i never noticed ginny before#but now she’s datong DEAN THOMAS#i mean really#dean thomas???#but she’s ron’s lil sis#man idk#and the stag sort of nods at harry#ad harry takes it as encouragement#and continues on a long winded and melodramaic spiel about unrequited love#as teenagers are wont to do#and maybe an hour later#sirius rocks up#and is like#yo h man have you seen your old man#and harry gives him this look#and nods at the stag RIGHT BESIDE HIM like r u srs#and sirius stops#and gives him the stink eye you know#like#”yeah buddy that’s not prongs”#and harry looks at the stag#and the stag looks at harry#and without saying a word#and a little quicker than is exactly dignified#harry gets to his feet and makes his way immediately to his room where he spends the rest of the night#and when sirius tells james about it later#they make sure to laugh about it#loudly#and directly beneath harry’s window
OH MY GOD
RELEASE THE KRAKEN
LOOK AT HIM GO
Julie Dillon - Freelance illustrator living and working in Northern California.
R.I.P. Staff Sergeant “Wild” Bill Guarnere (April 28, 1923 - March 8, 2014)
When I went in, I was eighteen. I thought it was all glory and you win lots of medals. You think you’re going to be the guy. Then you find out the cost is very great. Especially when you don’t see the kids you were with when you went in. Living with it can be hell. It’s like the devil presides in you. I knew what I sighed up for, yes, and I would do it again. But the reality of war—words can’t begin to describe it.
"you make my heart beat in iambic pentameter."
no you don’t understand shakespeare literally writes to the beat of your heart
- that’s why shakespearean actors will sometimes pound their chests in time to the words during readings
- that’s why you use fluctuations in the rhythm to track your character’s emotional state - any irregularities in the scansion are like the character’s heart stuttering or jumping or skipping a beat
- that’s why when characters share the rhythm - switching off in the middle of a foot - those characters inevitably have an extraordinarily intimate connection
shakespeare fucking writes viscerally, he is literally in your body, and that, my friend, that is why the best shakespearean actors don’t posture and emote
you have to be fucking alive and passionate and electric - it can’t be intellectual, in the end, it has to be about connection and the sweating, cheering, jeering, bleeding masses you’re performing to, because make no mistake, shakespeare may go to lofty heights, but he only works if you’re just as grounded in the earth. he has to be in your body. he has to be in your body.
holy motherfucking shit i love shakespeare so much, get him in your bones, breathe him in, stomp and rage and pine, dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum, it is literally to the beat of your heart