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trecho-de-livros:

the-outsiders-dishonor:

romy7:

celestialdeth:

misterkevo:

theadventuresofpam:

Harry was the favorite kid and he wasn’t even an official part of the family

Because Molly knows exactly how the Dursleys treat him. There’s no way Ron wouldn’t tell her. And Molly Weasley is a Mother. She gets a capital M because she is goddamn phenomenal at what she does. When she hears Harry Potter is on the train to Hogwarts in Book 1, her reaction isn’t to be starstruck. It’s to say “that poor dear had to come here all on his own.” Molly Weasley loves harder than anyone. She loves like it’s her sole reason for being. And when she hears there’s a poor boy who has never known love his whole life… how could she not?

In Year One Molly Weasley knit Harry a Weasley family sweater and made him homemade chocolate so he would have something to open on Christmas DON’T TOUCH ME

could I also just add that kids from abusive households tend to assume that yelling is directed at them and/or it heralds something bad for them so she’s making extra sure that he knows that this is not his fault and she’s not actually mad at him.

Jo Rowling is a genius.


dansrules:

disneyfab:

this literally gave me chills.

I’ve never hit the reblog button so fast in my life.



truebloodfinale:

"What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh." - Elizabeth Bennett


onthesideoftheotters:

unicornamber:

elenaflutterby:

Tangled comparisons - concept art to the final film. 

why the fuck is the concept art so much better

holy shit i thought the concept art was art from the renaissance jfc


“Amanhã faz um mês desde que cheguei à Terra do Nunca. Um mês desde que John e Michael aguardam meu retorno. Imagino se Naná continua receptiva com os vizinhos e se mamãe está se alimentando direito. Será que papai conseguiu sua promoção? Será que seus nervos andam mais amenos?
Ainda não conheci o tal do garoto Pan e, com sorte, não terei de enfrentar o Senhor Hook. Mas posso dizer a qualquer um que o crocodilo me assusta. Com frequência lido com a tensão de seu tique-taque horripilante às minhas costas nos momentos inoportunos.
Sobre os meninos perdidos quero afirmar que aparentam ser tão confusos quanto eu mesma estou. Mas o que ninguém imagina é que considero todos eles amigos, senão família; também há meninas perdidas, imagine só! Com elas posso dizer que sou um tanto completa, nossos altos superam todos os baixos e nossas formas fazem nossa pequena sociedade.
Mas além disso tudo encontrei Sininho - ai de quem disser que não acredita em sua existência! Minha fada não é o doce mais açucarado do pacote, mas é a mais verdadeira; Sininho põe certo medo em quem não compreende sua essência, porém, para mim, seu pó encantado é apenas o menor de seus valores, sendo o meu favorito sua esplêndida bondade.
Ainda não compreendo muito desse país de maravilhas localizado além do amanhecer, mas há em mim certa necessidade desbravar o que há de melhor nas florestas além de nossa toca. Há também medo de confronto com piratas cuja maldade supera minhas mais tenebrosas histórias de dormir, encolho-me só de imaginar que um dia conhecerei alguma dessas criaturas traiçoeiras.
Além de incertezas, sei o quanto posso conquistar na Terra do Nunca, também posso ter ideia de até onde posso ir, mas nada sei sobre os abonos especiais. Não sei nada sobre Peter Pan ou sobre o tal do beijo escondido, sei apenas sobre meus esforços para que pudesse chegar aqui sem ajuda e sei o quanto devo manter para que meus sonhos possam continuar com asas.”
Wendy Darling - All About My Romance, por Bella  

think of the happiest thing you can


919c:

wintrymist:

heretherebefandom:

salgexicon:

damn-i-love-hot-pockets:

I’m crying so hard right now guys, it’s taking a lot of effort to type properly, my vision’s all blurry from the tears and not wearing my glasses

This is my arm, covered in butterflies as part of The Butterfly Project. All are in various states of fading, except for that shiny new one, with the polka dots, which is why I’m crying.

I just got back from walking to Cosmo’s, a cafe near my house that I go to often. While I was sitting there, waiting for my drink, a man (who seemed maybe in his mid to late thirties, like 36 at the most) tapped my shoulder. I was already on-edge because I was by myself, something I don’t do often, so a strange man talking to me made me jumpy.

He had a serious look on his face, and he pointed to my arm. “Those butterflies on your arm. Are they for The Butterfly Project?”

Still flustered, and now embarrassed, I told him yes they were. “For yourself, or did you do them for your friend?” he asked. I told him that they were for myself.

“Can I sit?” he asked, and I said something like “Yeah, sure.” cause I was still all nervous and stuff

He then pulls a black Sharpie out of his pocket. “Would you please let me draw a butterfly on your arm?”

I almost started crying right there. A complete stranger wanted to give me a butterfly. I told him yes and gave him my arm, and he drew that beautiful polka-dotted butterfly right there.

I asked him how he knew of The Butterfly Project, and he told me this:

“I found out about it last year. My… My son committed suicide, because some kids at his school were bullying him because they found out he was gay. After that, I looked up as many suicide prevention and self-harm help things I could. I don’t want anyone to commit suicide or harm themselves for any reason.”

I didn’t know what to say- I’m not very god with words. I told him I was sorry that he had to lose his son like that, and I thanked him profusely for the butterfly.

We talked for a while about things; self-harm, homosexuality, bullying. When I had to go, I stood and he hugged me and said “I love you. Please, don’t ever harm yourself again. I know it’s hard, resisting the urge, but please stay strong for me.”

I had to bite my tongue to hold back the tears. I said I’d try my hardest, and he smiled and left.

I never asked his name. I wish I would have, because that man is one of the kindest, most beautiful souls I have ever met. I wish I could thank him again.

Oh my god, that is so beautiful… 

This is the reason projects like this exist.

literally started crying ;;

This is actually the sweetest thing ever ;_______;