im following anyone that reblogs this.
no, you don’t have to be following me and yes i will really follow you.
doing this as an experiment then deleting this post at the end of summer.
Hoping to be following over 10,000 blogs by the end of august :)
if I offered you $20, would you take it?
How about if I crumpled it up?
Stepped on it?
you would probably take it even though it was crumpled and stepped on it. Do you know why?
Because it is still $20, and its worth has not changed.
The same goes for you; if you have a bad day, or if something bad happens to you, you are not worthless.
if someone crumples you up or steps on you, your worth does not change. You are still just as valuable as you were before.
“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 Then it was withdrawn.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.
Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.
Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.
#but i would SO DEEPLY LOVE for this moment to be the start#of a harry/narcissa friendship that everyone else thinks is REALLY WEIRD#like they send each other owls ALL THE TIME#she helps him properly cleanse and renovate 12 grimmauld place#she takes him shopping for proper wizarding clothes #he buys her dinner#they go to professional quidditch matches together#wizarding paps keep getting pictures of them going places arm-in-arm and giggling#draco gets up in the middle of the night and comes to the kitchen#to harass the house-elves for tea#and harry and narcissa are down there barefoot in their pajamas#possibly draco starts to cry #IT COULD BE SO BEAUTIFUL (via)
If you asked me to pick my favorite Harry Potter character, I would have a hard time picking between Luna Lovegood and Narcissa Malfoy.
But like okay, regarding the above, Harry Potter is the heir to the Blacks, to her family, it starts off kind of politically and she has to make sure he doesn’t ruin anything or throw away any other important heirlooms and then they become buddies and Harry is babysitting Teddy one day and Narcissa is kinda punched in the heart with the realization that yes, this is her baby grand-nephew and she eventually reconciles with Andromeda and then I have a lot of Black Family Feelings.
Alternately, AU in which Narcissa Malfoy and Molly Weasley team up and together they Fight Crime As Badass Moms.
Posts like this make me appreciate fanfic in ways I probably wouldn’t were it not for tumblr. I’m not about to dive into fanfic or anything, but like those are legitimately cool ideas and I’m genuinely pleased that there are people out there who are so excited to think them.
If you’re not going to comic con clap your hands.
If you live no where near it clap your hands.
if your favorite cast is showing and you’re dying ‘cause you’re not going.
then go ahead and cry and clap your hands.
The first part is called The Pledge. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t.
The second act is called The Turn. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet.
Because making something disappear isn’t enough; you have to bring it back.
That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call The Prestige…
fleur delacour is so important i can’t even put it into words
badass girl whose “most precious” was her sister, who despite what anyone might think of her (cough molly cough ron cough hermione cough) looks past any aesthetic unpleasantries because she is completely and…
We Potterheads aren’t kidding when we are saying she’s the queen
"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".