Jeff Davis: There’s no story left for Danny.
Entire TW Fandom Right Now:
What use could there possibly be for an in-the-know hacker?
There is a new monster who is using computers and transferring money sending out text messages to people in the school, if only there was someone who could crack it… -tilts head slowly-
Or, you know, he could have bothered WRITING Danny a story in there. I mean we have time for the new were-coyote and the impression has been given that Isaac (even though he did relatively little) would have been welcome as long as he chose to stay. We’ve introduced like THREE interchangeable blond white boys that are supposed to have story lines.
What about Danny having to have been the one they needed to turn? What about a story line where Scott feels guilty about that and Danny isn’t down with the wolf so much and how hilariously deadpan of a werewolf he would have BEEN.
Weak, Jeff Davis. Weak AND lazy.
168 children have died and over 1,100 have been seriously injured, maimed and even terribly burned. No child should have to suffer the terrifying impact of such violence. We are urging all sides to stop this violence for the sake of the children, who are suffering the worst.
she walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear. fear cuts deeper than swords.
Iker Casillas interacts with fans after defeating Australia 3-0 during the 2014 FIFA World Cup Brazil Group B match between Australia and Spain at Arena da Baixada on June 23, 2014 in Curitiba, Brazil.
Gaza, a poem
By Nisha Bolsey
I’m walking and a man says, “If the Palestinians would just love their children more than they hate their enemy, the violence would be over.”
If only they would love their children.
If only they had chosen the four corners
(so they would die)
or kept them in the middle
(so they would die).
If only they would have brought four-day old Noura back to life.
If only they would kiss their children’s dead mouths and breathe life into them.
If only they would raise their arms to the sun to block the bombs with the palms of their hands.
If only they would dry the rivers of blood in the streets and pour them back into the hearts of their daughters and sons.
Why don’t they?
Why can’t they just pull out their own lungs and stick them into their slaughtered children’s chests?
Why can’t they just sing, 24 hours a day, louder than thunder, to prevent their ears from hearing the sound of bombs?
If only they would love their children, and carry their bodies up into the air, above the siege, past the blockade, into freedom.
If the Al-Batsh boys’ parents had really loved them,
they wouldn’t have let their insides be wrenched apart by the bomb that fell.
They would use their hands to hold their limbs together so that they could stay in one piece.
If only they would stop the vibrations which create sound,
the sound which crashes and bleeds through their children’s ears.
If only they would stop all light from traveling, so that their children wouldn’t have to see their sisters, cousins, fathers, brothers.
Dead on the floor.
Their house turning to rubble.
Their family turning to dust.
Their family turning to nothing.
Their world disappearing.
And why doesn’t their love sustain their children more than food?
Heal the wounds from the weapons?
They had seconds to leave before the bombing began.
They should have thrown their children out the window,
knowing they would take flight
with the wings their love had created.
If only they loved Mohammed, Ahed, Zakaria and Mohammed
to rise above their soccer game and change
the magnetic forces of the Earth,
to pull away the bomb,
headed for the beach.
Kaya Scodelario, Will Poulter and Dylan O’Brien of The Maze Runner in EW’s Comic Con Social Booth
Keahu Kahuanui at the Sin City 2 red carpet, San Diego Comic Con, July 24, 2014
James Potter actually studied in the library a lot, but he did so under the invisibility cloak so his reputation would remain untarnished.