we are sending all of our love, strength and postive energy to harry, his mother & family during this hard time, robin was a sweet bean who you can tell adored harry deeply & was proud of him, we are all so sorry for your lost ♡ - Brenda (admin)
harry, anne, gemma, all those who were dear to robin and those who he cherishes.. i have no words right now and my heart is so heavy and my chest is so tight. we don’t know a lot of things about robin but just knowing he was there for his loved ones and that he was supportive and so caring… it’s more than enough and i would like to remember him like that. condolences, and thank you so much, robin, for being there through thick and thin. we’ll miss you dearly ❤️
can someone tell me why harry potter is such a famous series? is it really well written? are there great character arcs? what makes it so great? is there a key/guide?
Hey Anon! If you’re so curious, you could always go read them and judge for yourself! There are plenty of people including yourself who could tell you why Harry Potter hit it big, so let’s hear from them:
Deepak Mehta hits it on the head with their response over on Quora. The story started small, with simple things and simple characters and simple themes that are common to lots of stories, which made it easy to get into, and it was written for children with children characters who actually felt like children (unlike the current book I’m reading in which the 19-year-old feels more like 25). They were essentially talentless, bullied outcasts going to school, which is exactly who the little children readers felt they were, too, and as the series went on, those characters grew, the themes in the books grew, and by the end those same characters are the greatest witches and wizards of their time, able to hold their own and grow past their insecurities, and become more-than-valued members of their society–exactly what the audience who literally grew at the same rate as the characters wanted to become. It gave them hope. This story of outcasts and juxtaposed good and evil covers all the beloved topics: magic, love, friendship, hope, and overcoming adversity, all in a world that feels whole. Rowling manages to employ The Effect of More to build her world that is at once recognizable and also entirely foreign in a way that draws in readers. She gives us the impression that other things are going on in the world than just what the main characters are dealing with, and the side-stories and histories that we get tastes of are intriguing enough to leave everyone wishing they could hear about those stories too (creating longevity in the brand), but simultaneously willing to leave them aside because they recognize they’re not directly important to the story at hand. A taste is good enough for now, and getting into it fully would derail the rest. That ability to handle and juggle all those moving pieces and the great “when is it too much or too little?” question helped to solidify an excellent series that touched on things that the human psyche needed to hear at that precise moment in time. Is it well-written? Sometimes. Other times it’s not. Rowling’s writing ability and style definitely grows and gets better as it goes on, but then again, classics often aren’t. So then, why so popular? Because it spoke to us at that time, in the world we were living in. That’s all it takes.
you like harry potter, right?? who is your fav also your blog is CUTE *swoops away*
like? like?LIKE? LOVE
My fav changes often, especially after re-reading the books or watching the films but right now it’s Luna. I do still love Hermione, Ginny, Narcissa, Sirius… I’m gonna stop before I write every character ever. Also, thank you! 💖
Prompt: tomarry: "I love you Harry, I am the only one who will ever love you. I wont let anyone take that away. You away, you belong to me." (are you alright with a super possesive tom? bc im obsessed, anyway, thats besides the point.)
It was over.
He didn’t save Ginny in time and now she was a cold dead body while Tom Riddle stood to the side, smugness and victory radiating off of him.
Harry had managed to slay the Basilisk and had used a fang that had lodged itself into his arm to stab the diary.
Only he had been a few minutes too late.
The venom was now circulating through his body, making him tremble and feeling like he was freezing and every tiny movement was painful.
“Lord Voldemort will rise once again!”’ Tom boasted triumphantly.
Harry hoped that Tom would give him a swift death like his parents and not suffer from the Basilisk’s venom. Fawkes swooped down and landed next to Harry and cried on the wound, instantly healing and neutralizing the venom.
“Thanks Fawkes.” Harry smiled, though it soon morphed into horror when he saw the familiar green light that had haunted his dreams as a child and hit the phoenix in the chest.
“Fawkes!” Harry cried.
“Now, now Harry.” Tom’s velvet voice cooed. “Can’t have anyone come to your rescue now.”
“Are you going to kill me now?” Harry spat.
Tom crouched down, close enough an with his free hand, moved to cup Harry’s face. Harry slapped it away, defiant until the very end, just like his parents.
Tom frowned in displeasure but did not try to touch Harry again.
“Kill you? No. I have other plans for you.”
“Why? And what plans?” Harry demanded.
Tom smirked, making a shiver of fear go down Harry’s spine.
“Oh my dear Harry, you’re never going to leave me.” Tom cooed. “After all, you’re just like me.”
“I’m nothing like you.” Harry hissed.
“On the contrary, you’re exactly like me.” Tom grinned. “An anchor to the living plane, our souls are intertwined. We belong to Lord Voldemort.”
“No! I would rather die than join Voldemort!” Harry exclaimed.
Suddenly, Tom grabbed a hold of Harry, his grip unrelenting even as Harry struggled to get away.
“You’re Mine, Harry Potter.” Tom whispered reverently. “Together we can rule the world. You just have to say yes.”
“No.” Harry struggled. “Never.”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t come willingly, you’re still mine.” Tom continued. “I love you Harry, I am the only one who will ever love you. I wont let anyone take that away. You away, you belong to me.”
“You don’t love anyone but yourself.” Harry growled. "Let me go.“
Harry froze at the dark gaze right at him. He hoped someone would come and help him, but as the minutes ticked by, Harry started losing hope.
The last thing he saw was Tom Riddle’s handsome face full of satisfaction.
Rich woke to the feeling of someone gently twisting locks of his hair between fingers. It was so soft he was surprised it had even woken him up at all. He was going to lay there and enjoy it, but instead groaned to cover up a smile. He cracked one eye open, glaring up at Harry who was leaning on an elbow as he watched him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Rich demanded.
“Playing with your hair, what does it look like?” Harry said smiling at him.
“You’re making a mess of it,” Rich said, closing his eye again.
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize your bed head was so intentional. Let me just stick it all back up for you, then.”
Rich groaned but couldn’t bring himself to swat his hand away. He didn’t actually mind being woken up this way and he couldn’t care less about his hair. It just seemed like the thing to say. Honestly Harry running his fingers through his hair felt nice. It was soothing. He probably could have slipped back into sleep again if Harry haven’t spoken.
“You know, I told someone once that I came here so I could wake up and feel something other than arthritis.”
“And?” Rich couldn’t help but ask. Why did he feel so apprehensive? “Do you?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, “I do.”
He leaned down and kissed Rich on the forehead, the gesture incredibly tender. It was a little overwhelming to be honest.
“Yeah, I feel it too,” Rich said. “Gastrointestinal distress. Next time I’m picking the restaurant.”
“You ass,” Harry said, laughing as he shoved him a little.
“Fine, I’m kidding,” Rich said, hiding a smile as he pressed in close against Harry’s chest, feeling his arms wrap around him. “I love you too, but that could change if you keep waking me up so damn early.”
“Right, I forgot how important your beauty sleep is,” Harry said, chuckling. “I’ll just go put some coffee on for when you decide to grace re world with your cheery presence.”
“Nope,” Rich said, gripping Harry tightly when he tried to disentangle himself. “You’re stuck here. This is your punishment for waking me up.”
“Fine, but when I get hungry I’m getting out of this bed even if I end up dragging you with me.”
“It’s so tempting to take that as a challenge,” Rich said, grinning.
“Hurry up and go back to sleep,” Harry said, trying and failing to suppress a laugh.
It was nice, waking up like this. Waking up to Harry. And to think Rich had thought Andromeda would be an ending. He suppose it was, to some extent. It ended his life in the Milky Way, it ended all of that baggage and the loneliness. But it was a beginning too. He had a life here now. He had Harry. And he was happy.
shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.
how does harry manage to update his fashion sense with each of his eras?
2012 - sweet dorky kid who might offer to pay for your ice cream and will want to “take it slow, yeah?”
2013 - some bratty frat boy who always gets what he wants but you would still let him fuck up your life
2014 - the matured ex frat boy who left the frat when he got educated on “no means no” and “rape culture” & switched his major to art or some bullshit like that
2015 - that one guy who spends WAY too much time at record stores flipping through queen and the rolling stones commenting about how he “listened to this shit wayyy before it was fucking hipster” even tho he was born in the ‘90s
2016 - the cute new dude who your boss just hired and all the girls (and some guys) in the office have a crush on and so you try to find him on social media but he has absolutely none
2017 - intimidating as fuck guy who gets iced coffee every single morning at 7 am with some weird ass bell bottoms on but when you actually have a convo he just starts crying about how much he loves the bees and “we need to save them at all costs”
- This is my HP fancast aesthetic. Yes I know, I messed up Ginny’s name, I’m sorry. In my country her name is spelled like that. I realized that the English one is different too late, just when I posted it. -