This scene was improvised, so ludacris’ reaction is genuine and dwayne didn’t have a line after tyrese said his.
lol, i cant not reblog this
This is just beggin’ to be reblogged.
Just some funny images that have been on my computer desktop for some time-enjoy!
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no im not at all all time low is horrible 0/10 recommend
All Time Low are GAAAAAAAY!
ew i hate this band 0/100 woukd not recommended
Ew wtf is a “all time low”
“It’s all over..” Hermione whispered, not believing that after all their hard work, Voldemort was finally gone. Finished. Never coming back. Loud cheers erupted from the crowds, and colourful sparks started shooting into the sky, lighting it up with their wonderful colours. Everyone was celebrating. Well, everyone but her.
A lot of lives were lost, and still, people were celebrating. Hermione couldn’t blame them, no one could. They were celebrating the end of evil, the start of another era where everyone was safe. Some were celebrating with their families, grateful that they were alive. Others were celebrating because the lives of the lost members of their family were finally avenged. But she still couldn’t help but feel as if her world was still dark and empty as she turned away from the crowd and headed towards her secret place. Their secret place.
She could feel someone’s eyes on her as she trudged towards the forbidden forest. It was probably either Ron or Harry, looking at her sadly as she walked away from them. But she didn’t want their sympathy, she didn’t want anyone’s sympathy, because they didn’t understand how she felt. They will never understand.
She had stood there, without moving, watching her world fall and crumple into pieces around her. He was gone. She had fallen to her knees, loud sobs racking through her as she watched the love of her live just laying there, unmoving, his lifeless eyes staring up at nothing. Walking through the forest she felt as if she was falling into a black empty pit of nothingness. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as all the memories they had in this forest came crashing through her mind like waves crashing against rocks.
Their first kiss. The day he first told her that he loved her. When she used to sneak out and meet him here during her sixth year. When he comforted her after Dumbledore’s death.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get out the image of his motionless body out of her mind. She lost him. Her biggest fear had come true. Hermione didn’t move for what felt like ages, just stood in the middle of the clearing, the last conversation they had replaying through her mind..
“Mione, we’ll both be okay, you hear me? We’re going to live through this and laugh about how scared we were.” Fred, his voice shaking slightly, tried to assure Hermione, wiping the tears running down her cheeks with his thumps.
“How can you be sure? People are dying, there are hundreds of death eaters out there, and I… I don’t want to lose you, Fred!”
“And you won’t. We’ll be fine, but just in case anything happens, remember that I will always love you, Hermione Jean Granger.”
“I love you too, Fred Weasley. Forever and always.” they kissed one last time before both of them got separated, not knowing that the next time they meet, one of them will be dead.
She could still feel his lips on hers, his words softly carried around by the wind, and when she closed her eyes, she could still see him, standing in front of her and grinning widely, reaching out to hold her hand. She could feel his fingers touching hers.
She knew she was hallucinating, there was no way it was Fred who said her name, but she couldn’t help but hope a little that maybe, just maybe, the impossible had happened, and he was back.
“Mione, why are you crying?” strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a defined chest. Her body went rigid as she felt someone’s warm breath against her ear. “Why are you crying, Mia?” a voice all too familiar whispered, sending shivers down her spine.
“F-Fred?” she managed to squeak out, hope bubbling inside her like a volcano waiting for the right time to erupt.
“Who else? Merlin, Mia, it hasn’t been three hours since I last saw you, and you already forgot me?!” she could hear the humour in his voice.
She turned around and, indeed, it was Fred. Very much alive and grinning. The only thing different about him were the scratches and dried blood on his face. “But- but you’re dead.”
The grin slipped away from his face. “You could say that.”
“Do you mean, you weren’t dead?”
“I was, my heart had stopped. Everything was dark, Mia. I- I thought I was never going to see you again. It was the worst feeling ever. But then, I heard your voice.” Fred shook his head, as if he himself couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“You heard my voice?” Disbelief flooded Hermione’s face, and Fred couldn’t help but chuckle at how she looked.
“Yeah, I- I don’t know what exactly happened, I just know that I had to come back to you, and next thing I know, I’m waking up in the Great Hall and scaring the shit out of everyone.”
Hermione couldn’t help it, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in hie chest, crying her eyes out and silently thanking whatever or whoever was the reason Fred was back with her.
“I’m sorry.” Fred kept muttering as he stroked Hermione’s hair and buried his face in her neck. “I’m never ever leaving you again, Mia.”
Hermione lifted her head and smiled slightly, her face glistening with relieved tears. “You better not.” she muttered before kissing him.