“There’s no guilt in acknowledging the human interest in public linens. It’s as old as the hills. Lift up beautiful young people like gods and then pull them down to earth to gaze at their seams. See, they’re just like us. But we seldom consider the childhoods we unknowingly destroy in the process.”

[…] “Acting is all about communicating vulnerability, allowing the truth inside yourself to shine through regardless of whether it looks foolish or shameful. To open and give yourself completely. It is an act of freedom, love, connection. Actors long to be known in the deepest way for their subtleties of character, for their imperfections, their complexities, their instincts, their willingness to fall. The more fearless you are, the more truthful the performance. How can you do that if you know you will be personally judged, skewered, betrayed?”

This article is beautifully written.

Because even at Hogwarts, Wash must be a cat lady…

YES I SECOND THIS WRITING MORE THING YESYES

I’M WORKING ON IT! WILL HOPEFULLY POST TOMORROW! BUT HERE IS AN EXCERPT (that will be edited & changed around once I finish the chapter) JUST FOR YOU:

[…]There she found the others, all huddled together and comparing their supply checklists.

            “Is anyone else bringing a pet?” said David in an uncertain voice just as Connie drew up alongside them.

            “Yeah, I’m taking Delta,” said York, referring to the serene little pygmy owl who sometimes accompanied him from class to class.

            “I have Raleigh,” Carolina added. Raleigh was an eagle owl, severe and fierce-looking but very tame. Connie had met him when he’d insisted on delivering a letter in the middle of a Charms lesson. (“Sorry, Professor,” Carolina had said. “He likes to keep to a schedule.”)

David looked relieved. “I’m bringing my cat,” he said. “Because this one time, when I left him home –”

            South, who was on the fringes of the group and seemed to be scanning the crowd for someone else, turned back now and groaned. “OhmygodWash, please don’t tell us another story about your cat.”

            “I wasn’t going to!” said David defensively.

            “Of course you weren’t,” said York pityingly, patting him on the shoulder. “Of course not.”

            “Why would you do a thing like that?” North added.

            “I really wasn’t!” spluttered David.

            “We believe you, buddy,” York told him.

            “Except we don’t,” South interjected.

            “I do,” offered Connie, and everyone turned to look at her.

            “Of course you do,” said York, in that same condescending tone, and she half-considered snapping at him but then remembered that he was York and he never really meant anything.