15 August 1981
Mrs. Prongs, you have always enjoyed suspect characters but Batty Hilda goes too too far. So pleased yr. fawn liked the broomstick but naturally he took to vase-smashing, the little fellow is his father all over. Speaking of, the man is like a brother to me but aw-fully stupid if he thinks he ought to be out exploring with us, Wormtail & I hardly want to be fighting Dark Wizards without him but as we are doing it for him he may as well stay put until the coast is clear. Poor Bighead Boy, here we see all the exciting bits such as the murders & attacks & the disappearances (which any sensible wizard is of course thrilled to experience, be sure to rub in how lucky we are) & all the while he is forced into hiding. I can only imagine the ennui. War. Such a chore. But soon enough the tide will turn & we shall see each other again, quite good since life without the mad Potters is hardly worth it. It must be worse on your end: NO PADFOOT. What a trial. Tell Prongs I weep for him.
Kindhearted Alice alone accepted her. Ted’s new girl. This slim, self-assured creature — their schoolmate for seven years, and yet still somehow untrustworthy. Somehow the kind of person light-years away, not a friendly fellow badger but one of those girls hidden away in dungeons and drawing rooms, set on the shelf and waited on hand and foot until some suitable pure-blood should appear to marry her, a creature somehow delicate and venomous all at once.
But Alice liked her. She liked to hear her talk of her family, she liked how she seemed to miss them (“What do you expect?” she told Amelia, “If Andy hated her family as much as you think she should, then she really would be a little snake, wouldn’t she?”), and only-child Alice even liked the thought of these delicate, beautiful star sisters.
"I had someone clever and brilliantly fun there, always," Andromeda said, "And someone willing to go to the most tremendous lengths to achieve our goals. It’s a kind of loyalty and dedication with her. It isn’t all that different from a Hufflepuff’s, really."
"Well, Bella can’t be all bad," Alice replied, "I’m sure I’d like her if I knew her."
There were three gifts the boy received, one from each of the three people who were expected to watch over his cradle and bless him. First a flying broomstick from his godfather, and this was shattered when the green light struck, reduced to a million fragments, incapable of being put back together again. Next an enchanted ball from a plump, rodentlike man; and the ball snapped back against the child one day and hurt him, and his parents, gazing at it in wide-eyed surprise, hurriedly Banished it, for they would not have let it in the house if they’d known it was going to do that.
But Remus only gave him a bear, a kind sort of animal with a human smile sewn on. And the boy loved it, but it was abandoned after that wicked uninvited being descended on his cradle to curse him. It was left there, its threads slowly fraying with the passage of time, alone.
i hit 101 followers and i wasn’t even here to see it. how rude of me.
cruella devil-lish, actually.
im looking at you, 101 dalmatians
really tho, guys, thanks so much. you’re all brilliant.
i don’t want to hear any of this nonsense about “i don’t matter”
yes, yes you do matter
you are human, therefore you breathe, no? yes, you do.
and you breathe out CARBON DIOXIDE!!!
Do YoU kNoW wHaT nEeDs CaRbOn DiOxIdE!!!!!??????
PLANTS! TREES AND FLOWERS AND ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL THINGS.
YOU MAE LIFE EVERY. SINGLE. DAY!!! BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, INCREDIBLE, AMAZING LIFEEEEE (besides your own life, which you live, which is lovely =))
YOU DO MATTER! SO MUCH!!!!!! SO PLEASE FRIEND STAY STRONG AND BREATHEEEE BECAUSE WE NEED YOU CO2 TO MAKE O2 (yes that is right you, human, support other humans too hooray)
are we clear? GOOD.
I LOVE YOU.
yah know, cells are pretty great.
they’re constantly trying to reach equilibrium, working together to make this impossible thing happen. they can never reach their goal, they can never be perfect, but even though they fail to reach perfection, they still make something amazing happen. and that’s beautiful.
of course, when you do reach perfect, when your body’s cells get to equilibrium, you’re dead, and i think that says a lot too.
Jack Nicholson, who played the Joker in 1989 - and who was furious he wasn’t consulted about the creepy role - offered a cryptic comment when told Ledger was dead.
“Well,” Nicholson told reporters in London early Wednesday, “I warned him.”That last quote gave me chills
Really? Interesting if true
I read something that said he told him not to do it. Joker is one of, if not the, most sadistic villains. He kills to kill. There’s no method. Which is why all of the previous portrails were campy or jokey.
There is no way you can portray a character like that and not bring home even the smallest bits of it. It’s kind of sad. The Joker was scary as shit, and I honestly believe that getting into that character messed with his head.
It would be really interesting to see the notebook Ledger kept while working up the character, maybe it did mess with his head.. and that quote is something to think about, if true.
Heath Ledger was hugely affected by this role. Nicholson did warn him against it. To prepare, Ledger spent vast amount of time alone and kept a production diary as mentioned above. The last thing he wrote in his diary was BYE BYE.
Ledger talked about his inability to fall asleep and how even with two ambien he barely slept at night. As is widely known, Ledger died of an overdose. Some say it was accidental while others believe he was a partier… The drugs he died of were meant for insonima, anxiety, pain, and a cold and none were taken in excess. Heath was a troubled man after his role as the joker, but no one can deny he played that role better than anyone ever had or ever will.
The sadness of the situation aside, this is an amazing photo of the jokers.