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anonymous asked:

Why does I feel like Graves had a wife and child but they either died or left him...😫😭😭😭😭😫😩😢😥😪

Oh nooo, that thought makes me very very sad. It would make everything even more painful. So, just to make me even more sad:

Do you think the wife left with their kids before Grindelwald decided to jump on the Graves train? Maybe because he spent too much time working for the MACUSA? Did Grindelwald maybe kill them? Actually way before he ever planned on taking over Graves’ life to get to the obscurus? Or maybe some other dark wizards Graves had been hunting as an auror at that time? It must have happened quite some time before FBAWTFT, though, because anything happening too close could have thrown Grindelwald’s plans in a loop and that, sadly, did not happen.

What works against it: Grindelwald does not wear a wedding ring. He would have had to, to uphold the imagery (let’s face it, Perc is a fiercly devoted man who probably would keep wearing his ring after his family died or even left him, if he still loves them). Usually, JKR is very good about these kind of tiny foreshadowing/telling details, so I don’t think they forgot it.

Sadly, it is most likely that the character of Graves was too underdeveloped as a person himself to take that into consideration. He was only there to serve as Grindelwald’s hiding spot. But all the implications that role gives, speak more or less against it.

Although my headcanon, where he is not married because he focuses too much on work (I mean, he does not even seem to have friends (OR HIS CO-WORKERS???) who noticed anything?!?!?? MY POOR PRECIOUS GLOOMY LONER BEAN), isn’t exactly happy, either…

I’ll always encourage the reckless texts confessing your feelings. The kind where you throw your phone after hitting send.

I’ll always encourage the horribly straightforward conversations at 3am when conversations get deep and you can’t always put how you feel into words.

I’ll always encourage you to say the things that make your heart beat fast and your legs shake.

Because i know how alive you feel when you feel something for someone else.

—  follow

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them.
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There, have some nb peeps & trans & queer ladies of color with their loved ones. ♥

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. LewisTell The People You Love That You Love Them.
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Two very different kind of evil.



Steven and Connie saying how they should hang out with Amethyst more and she’s the best.
Stevonnie demanding an apology for Amethyst.
Stevonnie promising to protect Amethyst right before Lion Battle.
All this love for Amethyst.

And she wasn’t around for any of it.

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them