Jennifer Lawrence was hungry on the Red Carpet, so Jeannie gave her some Pop Rocks to hold her over until pizza time.

You can see the exact moment where her polite ‘Thank you’ switched into the pure childlike excitement of ‘HOLY SHIT POP ROCKS YEAH’

Okay but look at the reporters face and see how excited she is also.


You might have got the impression that there is a little bit more to Aunt Petunia than meets the eye, and you will find out what it is. She is not a squib, although that is a very good guess. Oh, I am giving a lot away here. I am being shockingly indiscreet." - J.K. Rowling.

If the reveal had been that Petunia was a witch ~ Several years after the war, Harry tracks his aunt down to confront her with what he witnessed in the pensieve.

I need to post this fucking somewhere… I can’t post it on Facebook.

To Whomever Is Interested And Concerned,

Regarding the recent offspring of Bill Bradley’s mind contagion, Resonate, I can stay silent no longer. As a child of Warren Community Fellowship and someone who is personally involved in these proceedings, I can no longer stand idly by. As a follower of Christ, I cannot imagine that there is anything positive coming out of these proceedings and infiltrations/manipulations that he calls “not church”. I am sick and tired of seeing my family being bombarded by his cowardice by infiltrating and exploiting WCF’s successes. I don’t see the positive, because I have only experienced the negative. Those of you may understand myself as uninvolved in WCF ministries, but let me illuminate you into the few experiences that I have had with Bill Bradley. The first was a focus group he created with myself and a few others on how to eliminate the “sunset” phenomenon from this church. Myself and others gave him great insight on how to accomplish this, yet as I observed, nothing came from this insight. Secondly, I stepped in as VBS skit coordinator the WEEK OF VBS, and he scolded and belittled me for not having the sound effects to him three weeks earlier. He shamed me, stepping in as a volunteer, for not being prepared weeks in advance, when I had just stepped in a few days earlier. He yelled at me. I have never had someone talk down to me as much as Bill Bradley had that day. A sun had set upon my perspective upon Bill Bradley as an inspirational leader. Lastly, I had come home for our Christmas Eve service, and Bill stopped the service to explain that he had a cold so his music wasn’t what he was expected to deliver. My husband told me later that his mind was taken from celebrating Christ’s birth upon the distraction of what Bill presented as “I’m not a good vessel for Jesus’s music, but forgive me anyways.” A few months later, Bill split from WCF to create his new church, but not before campaigning his new project at WCF. Multiple church’s called to complain about WCF’s supposed “plant” church, because it was so obviously taken from WCF. Bill continued to take advantage of his previous ties with Warren Community Fellowship and extinguish any light that had been growing here, thanks to my father.

I am saddened. I am saddened and angry by what Bill Bradley has done to our church, but more importantly to my family. Bill Bradley has come in like a whirlwind and snatched any type of success my father has put into Warren Community Fellowship. My father, who has stayed with this church through turmoil. My father, who has stayed through the transitions of four leadership positions. My father, who has continued in his ministry without a wicked thing to say about anything with these proceedings. My father, who has remained Warren Community Fellowship’s rock through the lies and deceit of leadership who have been selected. My father, who comes home at late hours of the night, because he is worked towards exhaustion. I am saddened that a wolf was welcomed into the congregation and I am mostly saddened at the sheep who decided that they would rather follow a WOLF rather than stay with the man who has put them first in his life. My father lives and breathes fellowship, and the fact that there are so many who would willingly go with such an evil man and reject the love my father has given them brings me to earth wrecking sobs. My father has put so much effort into building a youth community. As his daughter, I have seen him as he comes home with even more wrinkles under his eyes than when he left. Each wrinkle is a demonstration of the hours he put into this community that he tries to build, but keeps on being let down. He is let down by the people he puts trust in, the community he tries to build and the courage he fights effortlessly to save. Shame on you. Shame on you for taking advantage of such a man. Shame on you for taking what you have for granted. My father is an incredible worker and keeps accomplishing the incredible in the face of defeat. What kind of evil man would capitalize upon that joyful work, and steal it as his own?

Here is my point: I hurt. I hurt on a deep level because my father, whom I love very much, is one of the most hardest working men I know. Bill Bradley is one of the most deceitful men I know, from a personal level. I don’t understand a community that would rather entrust a man I have known as a deceitful cruel man rather than the most loving and kind individual I know.
What is the point, sheep? Are we going to keep following the wolf, or are we going to follow the most godly man I have ever known in my life?

You don’t know about Bill Bradley. You don’t know about his time at WCF. Honest truth, find out more about who you follow.