Marvel’s greatest extras.
He wants to be with you, us.
He wants us to be his home.
emma ‘i do what i want' swan
Queen in the North
Game of Thrones is back and so is my deep, deep love for Sansa Stark
let’s play “how many times can my OTP look at each other like that without kissing until I throw a chair at my TV”
“It’s beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. It means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society.”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti
Let me be more direct. I have no intention of leaving this town.
Killian Jones is here to stay (◡‿◡✿).
rapunzel and eugene: first looks
It’s Halloween Feast, 1991, and Minerva is trying not to be overcome with the realization that this is the tenth anniversary of their-she doesn’t even have to say their names-deaths, espciallyw hen she watches Harry laugh at something Weasley said. She thinks instead to a happier memory of sorts, twenty years ago, 1971, when Potter and Black, first years themselves, sat at that same table, faces all innocence when the pumpkins over the Slytherin table exploded. They’d gotten two detentions apiece and she wrote the first of many letters to Mrs. Potter.
Her reveries are interrupted when Quirrell, the blithering idiot, comes in shouting about a troll. Once the students’ safety is ensured, she goes to hunt out the troll. It’s not in the dungeons anymore, and they follow the obvious path of destruction up one floor, then another, until they reach the girls’ bathroom.
What does she find but a room in shambles, a knocked out troll, and Weasley, Granger, and Potter. She stifles her laughter, she has to, because she can’t lose it now. All the same, she can’t help but give him points, both for his dumb luck-because, really a troll?-and because, well, he’s not so unlike his father after all.
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