Requested Hulk as Harry Potter
JUST SAT HERE AND WENT WOAH FOR THIRTY SECONDS LAJFKJAFHLK
I like jumped in my seat the moment I say Daniel’s face. It’s fucking cray.
I’ve already reblogged this, but I was just struck by how much I love the idea that Draco became a healer. Sure, it could be seen similar to the doctors in the muggle quietus in which there is a lot of money, but I see it more as him choosing to help people and that’s who I always imagined he could be outside of the influence of his family’s expectations. I’m sorry, but I’ve got feels now. Please excuse me.
you put up your defenses when you leave
you leave because you’re certain of who you want to leave
you’re putting up your armour when you leave
you leave because you’re certain of who you want to be
#this relationship is so so important to me #if draco doesn’t love his mother to death in fic - and vice versa - you’re wrong #she didn’t want her baby to go away to durmstrang because it was too far away #she risked her life for him not just in the forbidden forest but potentially for making that unbreakable vow - surely voldemort’s reaction to that could have been a mess #it’s like - not even a question to her that draco is above all things #she reacts to the idea of protecting draco above all else with such - resignment seems too negative a term - just #a total sound sense of OF COURSE this is what i am doing there is no other option #and that amount of love and loyalty is staggering #and it’s not going to fall apart in the face of potential differing ideologies or queer leanings or anything else #not when she shows so clearly by the end that draco matters to her more than these idealogies really do #i’m not saying she doesn’t believe in pureblood supremacy or have those beliefs ingrained in her in a very real way #i’m just saying draco means more to her than that
Hi your name is Enobie D’rknes Demnta Ravern Wayein and you have long ebony blak hair (hat’s how u got ur name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches ur mid-back and goffik black blood and a lot of people tell you you look like Troll Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). You’re also a rainbow drinker and you are almost 8 sweeps old.
You’re a goth (in case you couldn’t tell). You love Hot Trollpic and you buy all ur clothes from there. For example today you are wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. You are wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow.
Your symbols is a pentragram, like ur horns.
You’re mateprits are Midnight (who used to be called Karkat, he has goffic crimson blud like you) and oblivion who used 2 be called dave
And ur moirail iz a goffik clown called gameze
al of da trolls are goffs now and dey are moved from prospit to derse except dat preppy bich feferi with her preppy pink blood. You hate her so much. ♠ ♠ ♠
you are the Vampire of blood and you r god teer and you are on derse which iz goffik((yes a joke obviously, but, still, enoby troll!)starts blog called beautifulfantrollsposts this 500 times
never needed something on my blog more
I may or may not be doing my nails in ravenclaw colors because I’m going to the harry potter exhibit in times square on saturday
(hint: I am)
ravenclaws are nerds, pass it on
doing your nails? i’m going to this harry potter exhibit clad entirely in snakes
BECAUSE THAT’S HOW SLYTHERINS ROLL YOU MOTHERFUKERS!!!
“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.
In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.
Rock ‘n roll.
An eternally relevant question, since the two main tragedies of my life are clearly a) that I will never get to go to Hogwarts, and b) that I will never have a dæmon of my very own.
i was just trolling through the daemon studies forums last night because i was talking with hillary (saint-salvage) about how we love corvids (OBSESSED) and I was saying I thought my daemon would be a magpie and she was saying her daemon would be a carrion crow.
so on the daemon research forums (basically people look up animal behavior and describe those animal traits in ways that would fit a person’s personality), i discovered that i’m really nothing like a magpie but i am A LOT like a raven. that’s cool, i guess.
but i actually don’t care. i’ve spent my whole life being defined by being AN INTP TO THE POINT OF IT BEING DISGUSTING. i’m sick of it and i don’t actually believe that’s the entirety of my being and personality and I think daemons are a part of yourself that’s separate and different and argues with you. also, like, you can quote animal behavior to me all day, but i am always going to care about symbolism and narrative more than reality and magpies have the right symbolism for how i’ve structured my personal narrative.
but you all should tell me what animal YOU think my daemon should be, besides the one i’ve just picked for myself. or my patronus! patronus is a way different thing though - how can you guess someone else’s patronus, they seem to always be related to personal associations with an animal?
sorry, haha, i’ve been thinking about this all day.
Woke up from dream that was a Harry Potter/Skyfall fusion where Q was possessed by Voldemort. Or just was Voldemort? It was great though.
just going through my ancient harry potter fic folder
found a file called “various ideas.doc”
it’s from when i was 12
i was terrible
…and really into severus snape
man, the odds were really heavily weighted against me being straight vanilla from the start, weren’t they?