That’s okay, I didn’t need my heart.
I THOUGHT HE WAS SMILING AT A DECORATION BUT THEN I READ THE TEXT AND ADFNASPDOFJPBASODBFPASUODBF THIS IS NOT OKAY FOR MY HEART!!
this is more dramatic than a Lana Del Rey music video
Baby Getting A Chest X-Ray
This device is used to immobilize young children in order to get their x-rays, when a child is very sick and an x-ray is needed to diagnose them. It does NOT hurt them at all. Taking multiple images of a moving baby, in order to get the least blurry one is more harmful because then the child is exposed to radiation for a longer period of time.
This device, which again does NOT hurt them, allows for a technologist to grab chest images of a child as fast and as efficiently as possible. The children may sometimes cry, and get frustrated but only because they are not familiar with this device. This is typically used for babies under 25 Ibs or around 2 years old. If interested you can hear how it works from a technologist himself (What He Has To Say) (More Information)
At first glance I genuinely thought this was a baby in a blender
Doing theatre is stressful, but theatre stress is a different kind of stress. Theatre stress is stress that I want; stress that I crave. I thrive off of it. Theatre stress is good stress, because theatre is my passion.
This is beautiful. It brings tears to my eyes.Pognotrophy sounds like you’ve captured a bearded man and are combing it while he’s tied up to the bed.erika-medie
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Scary thought: I am almost Lily Potter’s age when she died like no I’m turning 20 in October I am not ready to get married, have a kid, and die fighting a terrorist.
James was convinced he was hearing things. Driven mad, possibly, from missing his son, who had been at Hogwarts for two weeks and despite writing regularly, didn’t seem to be all that homesick. Which was a good thing, James reminded himself, but still – he was Harrysick.
He went back to his crossword, attempting to concentrate, until Harry’s voice came much louder: “Dad!”
This time, James looked around, and almost toppled out of his chair. His son’s head, face glowing with excitement, was floating in the fire.
Inkpot flying in his haste to get to the fireplace, he fell to his knees, excitement crackling like the flames. “Harry! What are you doing?”
“I’ve got news!” Harry’s head informed him animatedly. “Really big news – and Professor McGonagall said I could have ten minutes to call home –”
“Five minutes!” McGonagall’s disembodied voice barked from somewhere behind Harry, who rolled his eyes with the air of one much older than his eleven years.
I watched Grease the other day and was talking to my friends about all those outfits when it came to me that the movie actually came out more or less by the time Lily and James were teenagers. I had to try haha
James is next
AU where the Potters live and James and Sirius make a fake birth certificate that says “Elvendork James Potter”, leave it casually (but strategically) lying somewhere fourteen-year-old Harry would find it, revel in the ensuing chaos as Harry tries to come to terms with the fact that ‘Harry’ might just have been a nickname all these years, and high-five at their excellent mischief over butterbeers.
That is, until Lily finds out.