Would you be able to tell a real anime from a fake one? In this video, I team up once again with my friend Dominic to challenge my knowledge of anime, and all of YOU made this challenge incredibly tough AND enlightening!! Hope you enjoy!!
“Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
“You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
“What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
“I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
“If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
“What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
“I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
“I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
“You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
“I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
“What is this, a concert for ants???”
“I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
“When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
“The wolves eat tonight.”
“Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
"When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
“Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
“How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
“I think I misplaced my right hand”
“I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
“Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
“Have your eyes always been that colour?”
“I’m going to fight the sun!”
“You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
“I’m not into that kinda thing.”
“Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
“I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
“Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
“Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
“What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
“What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
“Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
“Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
“This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
“Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
“ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
“Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
“Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
“Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
“Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
“Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
“Wait. You’re aroused?”
“Why would that surprise you?”
“It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
“okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
“I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
“I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
"Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
“how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
“…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
“For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
“Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
“Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
“_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
“What the heck happened while I was at the store?
"What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
“Despreate times call for cows.”
“Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
“You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
“Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
“Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
“Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
“I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
“I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
“I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
“Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
“So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
“dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
“Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
“What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
“PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
“PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
“What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
“Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
“You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
“Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
“Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
“So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
“Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
“Tell me why, exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
“Look, I’m not a liar, alright? And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me. So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now. And maybe a million dollars.”
“Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
“Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
“Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
“Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
“Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
“This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
“So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
“I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
“Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
“Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
“I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
“Every time you speak I literally die a little”
“One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”
“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)
Just a reminder that not all homophobia is blatant, not all homophobia is extreme, not all homophobia is obvious.
Homophobia is not exclusive to religious groups angrily marching down streets with signs screaming “H*MOS GO TO HELL!” or the murder of LGBT+ people.
Homophobia can be subtle, and it can be just as harmful, if not worse.
Homophobia can be a “supportive” family member or friend being aggressively insistent that you must approach any girl/guy/etc. that you say is cute, even complete strangers, or they will for you.
Homophobia can be a “supportive” family member or friend telling you their listening when you’re talking about your struggles, or educating them, and acting as if they are when they aren’t.
Homophobia can be a “supportive” family member or friend challenging you to “Prove it!” though never out loud.
Homophobia can be a “supportive” family member or friend.
And just because they “love you,” and “support you outwardly,” just because they aren’t marching down the street protesting your existence, doesn’t mean they can’t hurt you.
A family member or friend, who is truly supportive will not only love and support you unconditionally, they will consciously work to broaden their understanding of your experiences. They will make an effort to listen when you speak, without ego, without judgment. They will apologize when necessary. They will mess up, but they will learn.
They will be willing to struggle with the homophobia our society has internalized into them — not for themselves, but for you.
Thisis what it means to be truly supportive. This is what you deserve.
you know what else is so beautiful about isak and sana’s friendship?
isak can rely so MUCH on sana. he starts the convo with “can you do me a favour?”, just like last season, when he’d start a few convos with her asking her if she could do him a favour,
and sana, being sana, she won’t ever say no. she’ll simply say “what is it?”, and isak can just be honest with her and tell her.
and it’s not a one sided thing, where sana gets nothing out of it, because sana does get something out of it: in isak, she gets such a good friend who challenges her, shoulder to shoulder, pushes her, makes her think in different ways, makes her grow.
that is such a beautiful, solid friendship. one that lasts, and you keep, and you cherish, and you hold onto.
Avatar AU! Ever since I saw this picture, I HAD to make a firebender Tae. And also some of my friends challenged me to make one sobs. Took a few months to get to it. (Click on 2nd picture for bigger view.)
A/N: this is my first fic ever posted here! I’d love any feedback, comments, questions, etc. I’ve done this water challenge with friends, and let me tell you, it gets pretty crazy.
I hope you enjoy!
“Wait…explain it to
“It’s called the Water Challenge, you have to fill up your
cheeks with water.“
“And then see how fast I can drink this whole thing?” Bucky
held up the water pitcher. “Newsflash, doll, my bladder can only hold so much.”
You giggled. “No, you
hold water in your mouth—I do it too, don’t give me that face—then we’ll try to
make each other laugh. Whoever laughs and lets all the water fall out loses.”
“Where’d you find this?”
“Of course it was Buzzfeed,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head
You were sitting crossed legged in the living room, movie
cases strewn haphazardly on the coffee table and plates everywhere. The team had left for a quick two-day mission,
leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. It was something you relished in,
loving how you had Bucky all to yourself. The two of you were best friends but recently
your thoughts around him had taken a…different route. A more-than-friends
Taking the pitcher you filled both of the glasses with water
and handed one to your opponent.
“But isn’t this better than another day filling out the paperwork
Bruce left us?”
“True. And I get to
spend it with you,” he said, poking your nose with his index finger. You could
feel yourself blush, so you busied yourself with smoothing down the
Your lack of attention was a mistake. You yelped as he
flicked his half-full glass at you. Mouth in a gaping ‘O’, you said, “I see how
its going to be! What happened to Skeptical Bucky?”
“He’s still here, but it’s still a challenge, and I plan to
win. Got a problem with that doll?” An
evil grin spread across his handsome face.
“Okay.” You watched
him shift to refill his glass, your eyes gravitating towards his lips. Then your mouth opened, and you surprised
even yourself with what came out. “If I
win, you have to kiss me.”
The pitcher stopped as if time was frozen. “And if I win?”
“Then I have to kiss you.”
Courage. Can’t say it’s not spontaneous.
Water dripped agonizingly slow into the cup, yet when your
eyes met Bucky’s again, his were a shade darker blue than before. “Sounds reasonable. Ready?”
You sat up straighter and both of you lifted your glass in a
‘cheers’ motion before downing it. The water sloshed around in your mouth;
thank the stars you weren’t thirsty or this challenge would have been torture. You started off simple, wide then narrowed
eyes, crossing them to look at your nose.
Small smile. No water.
Bucky’s turn. He
waggled his heavyset eyebrows to imitate the wave. You arranged your face to show that he had to
try harder. As much as you wanted that
kiss, you weren’t going to lose on purpose.
Back and forth the two of you devised creative ways to make
each other laugh, but to no avail. Bucky
was a surprisingly good competitor; it wasn’t your first time playing the
challenge, and truthfully you had been expecting to win right off the bat. Time to up the intensity.
You flicked his cheek, resulting in a hollow sound that
nearly made you lose it when paired with his shocked expression. Knowing Bucky as well as you did, you could imagine
what he was thinking.
‘Did you just flick me?’
‘Whatcha going to do
about it, old man?’
A jet of water was sprayed at your face in answer.
‘Alright. No more Mrs. Nice Y/N’
You reached out and started to tickle his sides, an action that made him recoil back. Or so you thought.
Movement happened, and suddenly Bucky sat smugly on your legs, pinning you to
the ground. Never breaking eye contact,
he reached teasingly for the water pitcher and dangled it right above your
face. His smirk was simultaneously as hot, and as terrifying as hell.
tried to wiggle out from under Bucky—-splash.
You were utterly and completely soaked, as was the couch and the carpet
beneath you. You sighed in resignation, pretending to be annoyed by Bucky’s muffled
laughter. He was close to breaking…and off-balance, pumping his fists in premature victory, if you had anything to do with it.
You used your training to flip him over so you were
straddling him. Grabbing a pillow off
the couch, you promptly dropped it from your height onto his head. To add insult to injury you spit all your
water on your best friends’ face after he pushed the pillow off.
“Who’s wet now!”
This time Bucky couldn’t hold it in and he gasped out his water;
you could feel his laughs resonating through your legs, and you realized what a
compromising position you were in.
Apparently, Bucky was thinking the same thing. His hands moved to rest on your waist, one
warm, one cool; your eyes watched as his sinful tongue flicked out to make his
lips more inviting. The mood of the room had quickly switched from playful to
something deeper, more intimate.
“Well, doll. I think I won.”
“Yeah…guess you did.”
You both knew what that meant. The courage from earlier
crept back. Your fingers weaved their way into his soft locks, and you
finally leaned down so those captivating blue eyes were closer closer, parted
“Good evening Mr. Stark, welcome home.”
A ding of the
elevator and F.R.I.D.A.Y. startled you enough
to tumble off Bucky. You scampered onto
the couch before the team could come down the hall.
Why oh why did they have to come back now? You stole a nervous glance at the boy you were about to kiss not
ten seconds ago.
Slowly, Bucky pushed himself up to lean against the opposite
couch, cleared his throat, and used both hands to push back his hair. That tongue swiped at his lips again and it
was all you could do to stay on the couch. You swore you could see an expression of frustration
cross his features when your teammates emerged from around the corner, but you were
probably just hoping. Really hoping.
“Hey you two,” Steve greeted. The chorus of ‘hellos’ followed from the rest
of the team. Sam and Tony whizzed over the fridge, Nat took a seat at the
island, and the others drifted off to their respective rooms.
“Hey,” you said. Your
fingers fiddled with the bottom of your pants and you fought to keep your
attention on Steve’s report of their success.
“It was an open-and-shut case, we just went in and the
scientists confessed immediately,” he said, “it’s actually nice to have people cooperate
with us for once.”
“Less discus,” Tony mumbled through his sandwich.
Clint returned to sit on the couch. You and Bucky exchanged an alarmed look, all awkward
gone–he ducked his head away, shoulders shaking. You had to cover your mouth
with your hand for fear of bursting out laughing.
“Why is the floor so wet?!”
“Blame Buzzfeed!” you yelled, grabbing Bucky’s hand and escaping to your room.
“That game was absolutely ridiculous, Y/N,” he chuckled,
shutting the door behind him. “I’m soaked.”
“Gives a new meaning to ‘within spitting distance’ huh?”
He took a few steps closer.
“You know what? I think I’d prefer to be within kissing distance.”
Your heart skipped a beat; you didn’t hope after all. “Well,
currently, we have no other options.”
Bucky titled his head. “Was that a water pun?”
“You’ve gotta stop doing that,” he laughed slightly and
looked up at the ceiling.
“Doing what?” you asked with a taunting grin. Bucky reached
out and tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered,
cupping your cheek.
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear
it. Feel it too, since he leaned in so his forehead rested against yours.
“What if I told you not only was that one pun, it was two.”
“Then I’d have to do this.”
Bucky lowered his lips to meet yours, the moment you had
dreamed of for so long. The kiss was
soft and gentle and chaste at first. Then Bucky’s arms encircled your waist,
and you reached up and tangled yours around his neck, adding more pressure to
your lips, deepening the kiss. Your
parted lips opened further, allowing your tongues to earnestly say hello. Finally you pulled apart, arms still around one another.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…”
“Me too,” you breathed.
“I think I like winning.” The corner of his mouth twitched
up in a lopsided grin.
“Don’t get used to it, I demand a rematch.” You
bumped his nose with yours. “But later,” you said, pulling him in for another kiss, “we haven’t completed the stakes yet.”
James Vega is a bro, no doubt. He’s canonically the bro who goes to the gym 2-3 hours every day and jumps up and yells at the refs on TV and challenges his friends to mezcal shots. But canonically he’s also the bro who gets up in the morning and makes eggs for everyone, from his dear abuela’s recipe, and gives everyone nicknames. And he’s definitely the bro who has like four dogs back home. They’re all rescue dogs. Three of them have macho names like Bullet and Whiskey, and the fourth is named Kitten.
Princess Peach in her special stage, showing off her special ability; floating jump and the unique feature to her stage; the balloons. Just tap one of her amiibo to use her and play in her special levels.
The game comes out in 6 days! remember to download it from the eshop for Wii U and/ or 3DS.
I JUST NOW Heard about THE BLUE WHALE CHALLENGE DO NOT I REPEAT ALL MY FOLLOWERS AND MY LOVES DO NOT Download that app! It is a suicidal and messed up game! SPREAD THE NEWS PLEASE! You can save a life today BY spreading news about this! NEVER DOWNLOAD THIS APP! IT USES YOUR INFORMATION AND IT GIVES YOU CHALLENGES CUTTING YOURSELF HURTING FRIENDS THE FINAL CHALLENGE IT TO KILL YOURSELF *NEVER DO IT* STAY SAFE AND BE DETERMINED! ~ Love Chari
I don’t think about Harry Potter a whole lot, typically, but today I saw a video that featured Harry wearing some cool shades and I started wondering: what if Voldemort’s killing curse had struck Harry just a little lower? What if, on the first of November, 1981, the Dursleys had discovered on the doorstep their infant nephew - not with a conspicuous jagged scar, but instead with eyes the colour of electricity? How would blind Harry Potter’s life differ from the story we already know?
The first divergences are small and predictable. On his eleventh birthday, Harry’s letter from Hogwarts is written in delicate braille and the signature of Minerva McGonagall is elegantly embossed. At the Hut-on-the-Rock, the newly-revealed wizard boy is impressed not by Hagrid’s size but by the unusual depth of his voice.
Arriving at Hogwarts, we get no description of Draco Malfoy’s appearance, but instead learn the self-important scuffing sound of his footsteps, plus the fact that Crabbe and Goyle smell of old oatmeal, too much candy, and something that reminds Harry of grumpy toads.
Instead of learning “Lumos”, our blind Harry learns spells like “Oros” - which makes books and letters whisper their contents to him in their papery voices - as well as “Divinus”, which causes his wand to hum like a tuning fork the closer it gets to the object he’s thinking of.
One very notable thing has changed, however. In this world, no-one will ever tell Harry that he has his mother’s eyes. It’s hard to tell how much this changes Harry’s story; perhaps, without Lily’s eyes to stir up such emotion, Professor Snape won’t inflict Harry with the sadistic cruelty of a jealous lover - though he still treats the Potter boy with the same distance and hostility he felt towards Harry’s father, James (this, plus the acrid fumes and addling, humid vapours of the potions classrooms, continues to make the subject one of Harry’s least favourite).
With eyes that mark him as “The Boy who Lived” he may not be able to see the reflection of his desires in the Mirror of Erised, but upon placing his hand on the mirror’s cool surface Harry’s head is filled with the murmurs of familiar and comforting voices - his uncles, grandmothers, great-aunts and second cousins - and he is taken by an overwhelming sense of belonging, of being home.
Our sighted Harry always relied on the help of his friends to overcome challenges, and this remains true through the challenges to reach the Philosopher’s Stone. Hermione will still fend off the devil’s snare and solve the potion riddle, while Ron’s command over the chess board will still get the trio through the fourth chamber. Unable to see, Harry may yet be able to capture the winged key in the third chamber; instead of chasing the key like a daring snitch-seeker, he rises cautiously on his broom into the middle of the whirling, fluttering cloud and waits patiently until his keen ears distinguish the slow and clumsy flapping of the injured old key, grabbing it cleanly out of the air as it lumbers past him.
In his second year, Harry’s blindness is if anything an advantage in the fight against the basilisk, making him immune to the serpent’s petrifying gaze as he follows the sound of Fawkes’ voice to rend it through its head. (Incidentally, the repercussions of Dobby’s meddling this year will be slightly lessened, as who could blame a blind twelve-year-old for knocking over a sugared violet pudding - although the Dursleys will try - or bumping into a wall at Central Cross station?)
Professor Trelawney’s classes in third year could only be incredibly tedious for Harry, being unable to read tea leaves or see into crystal balls. What’s more, the Divination professor makes near-constant references to “blind prophets” and “third eyes”, which Harry can’t help but feel is somewhat offensive. Hermione will be very patient with Harry when they sit down to practice their astrology readings and Harry has to ask “Where are the stars, Hermione? The stars? Is Mars in the house of Jove right now? What’s the moon doing?”
With all the talk of The Grim this year, all Harry notices is the lingering ‘shaggy dog smell’ that seems to follow him around whenever he’s outside the castle.
Will a blind boy be allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Of course he will! Wizards don’t understand ‘safety’. Our Harry may not be a confident flyer, but he still has command of the Accio charm, as well as an entire stash of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products under his bed in his dormitory. Even a Hungarian Horntail can’t see you through Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, not can it smell you once you’ve detonated a few dung bombs. After being tricked into devouring an entire case of Skiving Snackboxes, any dragon is going to feel like taking the day off.
Harry doesn’t recognise Hermione at first when she attends the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum: her improved posture changes the sound of her footsteps, and her voice has taken on a new lilt and clarity after Madam Pomfrey shrunk her teeth to undo Malfoy’s hex. Masking her characteristic smells of library books and toothpaste, she carries with her the flowery scent of the cosmetic potion she put in her hair.
Harry will be incapable of seeing thestrals, even at the start of his fifth year; after hearing the clopping of hooves from his carriage and remarking that “regular, horse-drawn transport seems rather mundane for Hogwarts”, he will be drawn into a very awkward and illuminating conversation with Luna Lovegood about the nature of death.
Umbrige will be described to us not as “toad-like”, but in terms of her voice “like an indignant budgerigar stuck in an expensive vase”. Her classroom smells strongly to Harry of talcum powder and too-sweet tea, with an undertone of vinegar and hints of nightshade.
With a fragment of Tom Riddle’s soul trapped within his eyes, Harry’s visions of Voldemort are stronger than ever, and he rushes as always to confront the Death Eaters - a group of determined friends by his side - at the Ministry of Magic.
Of course this Harry will succeed in hunting down the remaining Horcruxes and tracing the paths of the Deathly Hallows. How could he not, with his magical talents, his powerful capacity for empathy and love, and the endless help of his his allies and friends?
Coming to in a spectral representation of King’s Cross Station, Harry recoils from the whimpering fragment of Voldemort’s should before being greeted by the figure of Albus Dumbledore, whom Harry recognises from his distinguished voice - like a grand old oak tree, its branches bowed under the weight of a thousand stars. Harry’s figment of Dumbledore smells like soap and gold wire, like ink, polished wood and lemon sherbets, and very faintly of kind and humble tears. Occasional wisps of the old man’s expansive beard brush past.
Harry has the same conversation with Dumbledore about life and death, about his own plans and foils, and about Voldemort. Harry is offered the same choice: to go back to the land of the living or to board a train into the beyond. Harry still chooses to return to Voldemort’s camp in the Forbidden Forest, for the sake of his friends, whom he knows and loves by sound and smell and touch.
Harry - The Boy Who Lived - the boy with eyes like lightning, duels Voldemort without ever seeing his snake-like features or the contempt and malice in his red-ringed pupils, and defeats the dark lord just as he does in the original story, because the sum of one’s strength is more than any one sense, just like a community’s strength is greater than that of any one person. Beside the skinny boy with the dark glasses held together by Spell-o-tape stand a frizzy-haired muggle girl who has read every book, two of redhead siblings from a huge and loving family, a forgetful boy raised by grandmother, a girl who still carries around a battered pair of Spectre Specs, and countless other witches and wizards who know that love, acceptance and cooperation are the most powerful magics of all.