“And that’s what made her special she kept fighting with knives in her back and chains on her wrists and poison down her throat she persisted and she broke free”
— m. a.

“And that’s what made her special she kept fighting with knives in her back and chains on her wrists and poison down her throat she persisted and she broke free”
— m. a.
the happy ending he deserved
Always reblog Elton. He deserves the world.
“remember, your life is not over because of one grade or one late assignment or one bad semester. remember, a failing grade doesn’t mean you’re a failure. remember, a test score doesn’t represent your worth.”
— close your eyes. breathe.
Newt Scamander: [rescues an incredibly rare and powerful magical creature]
Newt Scamander: I think I’m gonna call him Frank
This illustration from the official Crimes of Grindelwald screenplay depicts the blood pact pendant inside of a freaking heart.
I’m gonna go and send flowers to the illustrator now …
One thing I did like about Crimes of Grindelwald was Jude Law’s expression when Dumbledore was looking into the mirror of Erised. I had expected it to be sad, maybe disgusted, angry, confused. Instead there was this profound sadness and pain, but the hint of a smile & to me it just really seemed as if he was fully aware of this weakness of his (the former love for Grindelwald, even the remnants of it that he continued to feel to this day) and he was able to forgive himself for it. So, so nuanced and bittersweet.
We’re all shitting on Jude Law’s Dumbledore loving Johnny Depp’s grinch ass looking Grindelwald like we wouldn’t form a blood pact with Jamie Campbell Bower in a second like some people just don’t age well ok
Okay, but y’all realize how quickly the horocruxes would have been found if someone told Grindelwald that Voldemort had the hots for Dumbledore?
But I’ve got to go back… it’s all that’s keeping me going. You don’t know what it’s like here. I don’t belong here.
09.28.15 || Of torts I’m getting tired of briefing cases!
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - Chapter One: The Worst Birthday
“Happy birthday to me … happy birthday to me …” No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They, however, didn’t seem to be missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay.