Nobody’s immune to breast cancer.
Best. Ever.
Get that on your blogs. NOW.putting this on my blog for reasons.
Reblogging for similar reasons.
This is actually really well done.
WOOOOOW!
This.
I mean, wolverine would be immune to breast cancer
just saying
My childhood has finally come to an end. I’m thankful that I grew up watching these shows because oddly enough it taught me a few things as a child. Plus they have all given me lots of laughs. I will miss Wizards of Waverly place along with the rest of my favorite Disney shows. But I can’t wait to see what these actors/actresses make of themselves.
excuse me while i wipe my tears from my eyes!@!! X((
holy shit. Idk why but this kind of striked me.
hellah powerful picture, even though I hated naruto..
“He – won’t – sleep!”
“Give him here.”
“No, James, we’re supposed to be getting his sleeping pattern back on track-”
“One night won’t hurt.”
Lily passed a very awake Harry into James’ arms. The baby wriggled and giggled, his father tickling his tiny body.
Lily slumped on the sofa, evidently exhausted. Harry clutched at James’ glasses, sending them even more askew.
“He hasn’t slept properly since Padfoot came around,” muttered Lily, half grumpily, half amusedly.
“Well, Pads wanted to stay up with him. He only gets to see him about once every six months,” said James, as Harry crawled onto Lily’s lap.
Lily smiled at the beaming boy who was chuckling with his parents. “Do you think he has any idea there’s a war going on?”
“Who? Sirius? I think he has some idea, Lils, I mean-”
“Not Sirius,” said Lily gently, trying to tame Harry’s hair, “Harry.”
James smiled. “Nah, look at him,” he said, as Harry attempted to swing from Lily’s long locks of red hair. “I think it’s our finest achievement, raising a happy baby in all this crap,” he said fondly.
Lily nodded, smiling in agreement. “Do you want some coffee?”
“I’d love some,” said James, grinning.
Lily smiled. “Okay. But it’ll cost you one kiss.”
James grinned and clasped his wife’s face with his hands, pressing his lips against hers. Lily pulled away playfully, grabbed her wand and sped to the kitchen.
“Hey, little guy,” whispered James, picking Harry up hugging him close. The baby gurgled and laughed, and James began throwing him in the air, causing him to erupt into even more giggles.
He then pulled out his wand from his pocket, and began making small clouds of coloured smoke puff out from the wand; Harry giggled at his favourite trick, clasping at the clouds with his chubby little fists.
Lily arrived in the living room shortly after, two steaming mugs of coffee clutched in her hands.
“Baby down, Potter,” she said, holding the coffee out of James’ reach. “Babies and hot liquids don’t mix.”
“Whatever you say, Potter,” replied James with a smirk. He chucked his wand on the coffee table and, once Lily had set the coffee down, threw Harry into her arms.
“God, he’s grown so much,” she said.
“I know,” James agreed. “Soon he’ll be off to Hogwarts, riding the Hogwarts Expr-”
“Don’t!” said Lily, hugging Harry close. “He’s growing up too fast! It only seems like yesterday that it was last Halloween, and you’d dressed him up in that God awful snitch costume!”
“That was a good outfit!” said James. He laughed, Lily grinned.
“It’s a shame we didn’t dress him up this year, really,” she added.
“Ah well, we’ve got next year,” replied James. He smiled, and there was a moment – right there, whilst he was gazing at his beautiful wife and wonderful son – where it seemed impossible to think there was a war going on. Impossible to think that such atrocities could even exist in a world where there was such magnificent beauty.
“I love you, Lils,” said James, almost breathlessly.
Lily smiled. “I love you too, you soppy git,” she replied.
And then the front door burst open. Lily screamed, Harry cried, and James sprinted to the hallway, the white light horrifically illuminating the corpse-like figure of Lord Voldemort.
Turning to Lily, James screamed without hesitation, “Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off-”
