"When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’”
I remember every moment, every second. I’ll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time. It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day, and suddenly the sun came out.
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.”
Cathal is a multifaceted character – an estranged and lost child, a reflective soul, a self-destructive drug addict and a loyal friend. He is very central to the story, even given his little association with Jules – and Colin Morgan played this delicate fragile character of many aspects with much sensitivity and charm. Without a doubt, the final act of his performance was heart-wrenching, moving and stirred so much empathy for Cathal that it almost became unforgettable.
Have you ever seen the actual moment when that leaf breaks from it’s branch? It’s a beautiful thing.
I watched “Parked” again yesterday. That movie is so emotional I feel like a hollowed-out shell of a person for days after I watch it. Just incredibly great acting from Colin and Colm. The scenery, the soundtrack, the devastation.
The fact that Merlin makes random shit up to mortify Arthur always kills me.
"Spew?" said Harry, picking up a badge and looking at it. "What’s this about?"
"Not spew,” said Hermione impatiently, “It’s S-P-E-W. Stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.”
The Magic Begins
↳ 8: A scene you wanted to be in the movies: S.P.E.W.
"I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!"
"You do care," said Dumbledore. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”