So Season 3 Was Pretty Good Huh

Edmund Pevensie lion witch and the wardrobe

Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror.

the kane chronicles are way underrated man, those two are the best siblings and its so well written my two beans deserve more attention

Photography at the park!

greek mythology | modern au | young & in love

A king has no intention of trying to change, control, or shut up his Queen. A mentally mature man wants his women just as strong and tactfully outspoken as him, with her own mind, because he knows his Queen's strength is a reflection of his own.

“One day, you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again.” 

- The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis

draco will make one (1) exception to wearing gryffindor colors

a companion piece to this

“We write about Persephone and her life, but what of her mother, who was raped and kept was overprotective, simply because she didn’t want her daughter to end up with her fate. I like how we write about Persephone, and her beautiful looks, how she makes the flowers in the underworld bloom, yet we forget Demeter, chased by Zeus, her heart pounding, as she tripped and fell, turned into a snake, and there Zeus found her. And that wasn’t her only rape, Poseidon raped her too, and we ignore it. ‘0h, she’s the overprotective mother that tried to hide her daughter from the world.’ No, she’s that woman whose suffered and tried too keep it under, smiling brightly at her daughter when she wakes up, hugs and kisses, but seriousness when talking to her nymphs. ‘Watch her, don’t take your eyes off of her.’ She’s the smiling face with pain that smiles at her loved one when she comes home from work, she’s somebody whose suffered and is overlooked. And I rage for it.” - PoeticInjustice

Inspired by this post by @blvnk-art :

(also i wrote this with 'To Build A Home' by The Cinematic Orchestra in the background, maybe you could too)

It wasn't a particularly special day, the first time she did it. It was just another afternoon, not long after they had finished unpacking the furniture in their new house. Dust motes still danced lazily through the air where they were thrown by the movement of boxes and plastic coverings, lit up by the beam of sunlight that lay across them where they sat, squeezed onto the same armchair.

"Harry."

"Yes, Ginny dear?" Harry shifted his head from where it rested against her shoulder to look at her, marvelling as he always did at the way her hair looked when it caught the light just so.

"Had you noticed all our furniture was red?" She moved, almost imperceptibly, to look right back at him. He wasn't sure how she did it, but her eyes always seemed to see through him, even when they glinted with amusement like they did now. "Or gold. Or a yellow that could almost be called gold."

"Mm? I hadn't noticed." Harry broke their gaze. He knew he couldn't keep a straight face if he carried on looking at her, with that little half-smile.

"Its almost like they're Gryffindor colours, darling." Her arms wound their way around his neck, fingers tracing tiny absent-minded patterns there as she smiled at him.

"Oh, what a.. lovely coincidence."

"Yes, a...coincidence."

They both broke into laughter. Harry took another look at Ginny as she closed her eyes and laughed, nose scrunching up as she laughed in that way that always made him want to kiss her, drawing your eye to those freckles that he thought really looked like some kind of artwork, particularly held in the sun like this. Her skin was smoothed over by the light, and looked as soft as it felt as he stroked a thumb over Ginny's cheek, holding her face in that mesmerised way he always did.

At some point she stopped laughing and noticed him staring. Ginny looked down at Harry, shifting her legs in his lap and moving one hand to lie on top of his.

"You do know that I understand that, right?" Her eyes met his with such gentleness, and the way she held him meant that of course he knew, of course he knew she understood because Ginny saw him. She smiled, Harry's hand drifted down from her face to rest securely on the small of her back.

Ginny hesisted, just for a moment, before bringing both hands up to his face. She helf him, and Harry closed his eyes as fingertips joined the sun in caressing his face with love and warmth. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, her fingers working through the knots and tangles there, letting the whole of his face feel the last kiss of the sun. He felt her hands leave his face, and nearly opened his eyes.

Then, she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Not just his forehead, to the lightening shaped scar that had brought them so much trouble.

For just a split second he froze in fear, a breath caught in his throat, the sensation awakening an old fear. The moment of fear was shattered when a strand of Ginny's hair brushed his neck, and he caught the scent of her perfume in the air. As he relaxed, he could almost feel his brain beginning to whir as he contemplated the meaning of what she had just done, the safety and surety of being in her presence, the weight of her on his lap and reality of her held there in his hands, permanent and loving and good. The moment passed and she sat up to look at him, in that simple way only she could, as though she had not just done something so meaningful and tender he thought his heart might explode.

"Ginny?"

"Yes Harry?"

He grinned at her. "Nothing." He reached up to pull her in to a kiss. He was safe here. Never had there been a place safer for him than her arms. He was safe.

All was well.

Harry Potter as things me and my family and my friends have said

Harry Potter: I’m the victim, not the villain.

Ron Weasley: if I agree to be my friend I get to have free food at your house for the rest of your life.

Hermione Granger: Don’t bother me while I’m reading, I could be reading ‘how to murder annoying people’

Ginny Weasley: stop being rude, he could love me one day!

Fred and George Weasley: we’ll let you in on the prank, just give us 20 bucks

Percy Weasley: my sanity is more important than social interaction.

Charlie Weasley: CAN YOU HEAR IT, THE CALL OF THE WILD!!!! *me and my friends in the background to my friend that said this- ‘go home, your drunk!’*

Bill Weasley: my girlfriend is beautiful, and she’s French on her second aunt twice removed’s side!

Molly Weasley: I’m going to wrap you up in blankets and put you so close to the fire you’ll burn*sorry, it’s the only one I could find*

Arthur Weasley: I don’t have an obsession, I’m only interested in it more than other people

Great Aunt Muriel: SHUT IT. I’m trying to sleep, you guys went to sleep at 2:00 AM.

Albus Dumbledore: listen to the peaceful chirping of the crickets! They sound like me drunk!

Minerva Mcgonagall: dont joke about this, you could fall and die!

Profesor Trelawney: I see death and misfortune in your future, idiot