look at my face
you think this is a fucking game
oh my fucking god
QUICK, SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT “LOOK AT MY FACE. AM I BOTHERED?” IS IN LATIN SO I CAN PHOTOSHOP THIS MOTHERFUCKER
ASPICE FACIEM. NUM VEXATA SUM?
Or because it’s a dude in the picture:
ASPICE FACIEM. NUM VEXATUS SUM?
Aragorn being mysterious in Bree requested by anonymous
“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 Then it was withdrawn.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.
Anyone who thinks Harry Potter as a series isn’t good literature and doesn’t teach important life lessons/points of view about ethics, morality and responsibility, needs to G-O-OUT-DA-DO’.
(Source: margaerystyrells)
