Oh god guys. JK Rowling is a genius, and so is this person.
the thing I love about this fandom is that there are 7 books and 8 movies to observe. so every once in a while some blessed soul finds a piece of information that makes all the magic resurface again
Oh Lord…it’s a metaphor too. It’s symbolic of Neville holding on to his past, the horrors of what happened to his parents, of being a passive vessel for that atrocity. As if the terrible thing kept happening and would never stop happening.
When he moves forward and becomes part of his own story instead of the story of his past, his strength surges.
TEAM NEVILLE FOR LIFE
It also shows that if you give a kid the wrong tool, he may be a genius but he’s never going to be able to build something with it.
my fat arms,
my fat stomach,
my fat legs,
my skin which is covered in scars and cuts,
the way I hate myself so much,
my wide hips,
how I’m negative about everything,
how I’m controlled by my blades,
how I have anxiety,
my low self esteem,
how I overthink things,
my suicide thoughts,
how I’m such a bad friend,
the voices inside my head,
I met this albino Raven named Pearl today. It is only one of four known albino Ravens in the whole world.
Pearl lives in this woman’s house. The handler has a permit, and the bird is property of the government (like hawks and falcons). She is affiliated with the California Wildlife Center. Every time the handler stopped petting Pearl she started cawing. She really likes affection.
After getting my heart broken the first time, I never thought I’d fall in love again. I built walls up around my heart, made them from concrete and put iron bars around those walls.
But when he leant his forehead on my shoulder, sighing about life, he began to rust the iron and crack the concrete. All I did was awkwardly pat his head because I couldn’t do anything more at that stage but god I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him forever.
Weeks later his kiss would completely rust the iron, and his touch and his words would smash the concrete into a thousand pieces. It was like I was in a castle that was under attack. But I wasn’t scared.
I wasn’t scared until months later when he reminded me why I put those walls up in the first place.
44% of the audience of Guardians of the Galaxy is female and all the speculation states that women went to see it for Chris Pratt’s body. I don’t think that’s fair. Maybe (and this is crazy) they just like kickass movies with space shit and explosions. Maybe women can do things without men being their motivation. Maybe.
I WENT FOR THE TALKING RACCOON MOTHAFUCKAS