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this blog is OFFICIALLY CLOSED.

draft spam is generally done.

#( out of spells | ooc )

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i still think it hard to believe rita skeeter never would’ve started rumours about harry being secretly gay (because cedric & him are literally always having this secrety whispery & metaphoric conversations) and he’s just TRYING to cover it up by starting a “secret” romance with hermione but really he wants them to get caught so everyone will believe he’s straight

clearly im better at this than she is. obviously.

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okay but i’ll bet the mooncalves can sense purity/good intentions within people and it’s part of why they go to jacob so quickly and don’t question that this stranger is giving them food

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pokemon au

spark & newt are related and literally no one is surprised

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give me a intimate and friendly relationship where tina and newt are comfortable enough to be teased by/tease each other and becoming ‘porcupine’ and ‘salamander’

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I wonder what it would feel like to be at peace with myself.

William Chapman   (via astromed)

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💀 Reblog if your muse is deadly

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thexfiles:

“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are

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Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.

William C. Hannan (via jatamansi)

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I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.

I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via snowdealer)

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By Billy Bogiatzoglou

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Colin Farrell as Harry Mitchel in London Boulevard (2010)

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Honestly, the red piping of Graves’ jacket is so significant.

Here’s a man who’s typically wearing black and white and grey with a touch of blue - generally ambiguous colors. He gives off an air of ‘lawful neutral’ that probably represents exactly who he is. A lawman, an officer, a man who cares about his department quietly. He’s the type of man who purposefully acts like he doesn’t know the names of his department members but knows everything about them. He’s authoritative, determined, just, meticulous, and observant. Black and white are his colors, his spectrum, the colors that represent just how neutral he is. The dash of blue in his scarf is his personality, just a hint of the caring and generous nature that lies woven into his mostly all-business attire.

But that red piping is what screams ‘Grindelwald.’ That red piping is a color that does not belong on Percival Graves, but on Gellert Grindelwald. It’s subtle, hidden if you don’t look closely, and yet at the same time it’s so blazing and bright that it stands out against black and white. It’s threatening and dangerous; but at the same time it’s seductive, intriguing, and it draws you in. It catches your eye, makes you look, but it’s so quiet you can barely understand why you’re looking until he’s staring back at you. It’s a color that speaks volumes when it’s barely there at all. And it snaked its way into that neutrality. It’s a representation of Grindelwald himself.

Grindelwald, who snuck into Graves’ life and planted himself like a parasite. Grindelwald, who is a powerful wizard and a master of malice. Grindelwald, who took the form of a man who probably puts “anonymous” giftbags on his department coworker’s desks when their birthdays roll around. Grindelwald, whose fatal flaw was assuming Graves was so neutral that he would do morally questionable things, but no, because of that dash of blue. That shockingly blue scarf, that suggestion that Graves is kind and sympathetic and spent his whole life working to become Head of the Department of Magical Security; and why would Graves delve in the exact behavior he is tasked to put an end to?

That red piping is Grindelwald, subtle and dangerous; and the black, white, and blue is Graves. The costume department gave us an exact picture of who Percival Graves is even though we may have never seen him.

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Do you hear me I am not afraid I’ve fought this long You will not Break Me

Dorothea Lasky, from “The Nurse Said,” featured in The White Review (via lifeinpoetry)

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(via gravesofthepast)