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#I really love how Leia is so multifaceted and that they get she doesn’t have to be defined by her hardness OR her sweetness #how both aspects are treated as her strengths #The same woman who talks back to Vader and Tarkin without flinching #and coldly informs Han and Luke that from now on they’ll do as she says as she takes charge of her own rescue #also pushes aside her own pain over having just witnessed the loss of her planet and the death of everyone she loved #to focus on Luke’s pain even though he’s as good as a stranger #and she takes the time in the most hectic situation to drape a blanket over him and comfort him #Personally strangles Jabba to death #and then calms down the ewok with her warmth and kindness #Leia Organa appreciation life
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He’s not my dog.
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It is the year after the Battle of Hogwarts. School is starting again. And the thestrals are confused by all of the attention they are getting.
oh
oh no
you BITCH
WHY IS THIS NOT A THING I’VE CONSIDERED?
No. NO. Sit the fuck down, we’re going to talk about this.
The year after the Battle of Hogwarts. Students nervously climbing into the carriages (no first years, thank god, no one wants to think about that) and eyeing the creatures in front of them. Is this some sort of stunt? Like a memorial?
Hagrid showing the fifth years the thestrals. He wonders if he should, if this is asking too much, but he thinks it would be wrong to keep the truth from them. There are more in the class who can see them than those who can’t.
He wakes to a knock on his door after nightfall. For a second he thinks it’s those three again, but no, that’s not right. He shuffles to the door, holding Fang down behind him, and finds a wide-eyed second year on his doorstep. They came to ask about the horses.
Hagrid isn’t one to turn someone away, so he ushers the child inside and puts the kettle on. He explains they’re not quite horses. They’re gentle creatures, really. Yes, you have to…you have to have seen things to see them, too. But they wouldn’t do anyone harm.
Can he see them? Why, yes, he can, has for the longest time. Ever since his Dad…ever since…
Hagrid stops for a moment, unable to speak. But the child at his table waits patiently, understanding. This is not the first time they have heard someone’s voice catch on the words. It’s reassuring, somehow, hearing an adult share the same problem.
They drink a pot of tea before Hagrid sees the kid back to the school, Fang loping along beside them. It’s reassuring to have these two massive, almost comical forms tromping to the front door. Safe.
Hagrid warns not to go out after dark again. If you want to visit, come along any time in the day.
The next time he opens his door, there are three. Third years, this time. They know a little more, more than they ought to, he thinks. Makes him feel nostalgic.
He sits them down as before and has a long talk. They’re less open, keep glancing at each other as they speak, but he can see they have questions. It’s just a matter of waiting them out.
This goes on for weeks. Hagrid sees a steady stream of students at his door until he’s sure at least half the school has walked across his mat at some point. One day McGonagall approaches him and suggests a change in the curriculum. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to move a few things up on the syllabus? If he’s willing, of course.
Hagrid leads more students into the forest. He sees their faces, eyes wide with fear, as they see the creatures in the light of day. He patiently explains that they’re quiet animals, don’t much like a lot of noise. Easier to manage, certainly. That’s why they pull the school carriages.
He finds taking them once isn’t enough. Students keep asking to see the thestrals. Bewildered, he takes them back again and again, watching as the kids sidle up to stroke the long, black wings. They hold out bits of meat to the sharp beaks and whisper calming words under their breath.
Gradually, the looks of fear subside into something else. More than once he hears someone say these things are all right. Kids show up at his doorstep to ask about what he does and what kinds of animals he’s seen. Someone even says they might like to be a teacher like he is someday.
He doesn’t know what to say to that. His eyes glisten and he makes a sound like a trumpet as he blows his nose. He hears a giggle when he knocks over the umbrella stand with his elbow.
Things have changed, he thinks. He leads children into the forest because they ask, not because they’ve been punished. Students are clambering to get into his classes when it used to be seen as a last resort. People don’t stare up at him with suspicion or fear when he walks the halls these days.
They aren’t afraid of monsters anymore. They fear the people who become them.
holy shit, woman
Cold as ice, bold as fire.
Happy Barricade Day.
Holy. Shit. Marry me.
Sorry citizen I am married to the cause.
This is totally random but-
I sneak.
I don’t mean to sneak, but I sneak. I hardcore sneak. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been sneaking around, and I’ve never even meant to.
I walk into a room and say hi, my mom jumps. I come to my doorway to say something to my roommate, and she jumps. I ask someone a question, even in a crowded room, and half the time they jump.
There was one time I was walking along, in broad daylight, and someone looked up from walking along… and jumped.
Broad daylight!
I’m not even sneaking in the dark. I’m sneaking around, unseen and unheard in plain sight.
I don’t even know how I do it.
It occurs to me that this is something a ghost might say, if they didn’t know they were a ghost.
Anastasia I drew for someone on IG ✨✨
I’m Kyemah McEntyre, I am 18 years old, and I am undoubtedly of African Descent.
As an artist, I have a completely different point of view compared to most individuals. I am extremely analytical and observant. Throughout the world, we have people who do not notice each other’s essence and humanity. We stunt our collective spiritual growth by allowing assumptions and stereotypes to cloud our mind and thus our physical reality. We let these negative ideas get the best of us, and in turn a world of isolation is manifested by our lack of sensitivity and desire to sympathize with each other. This results in a world in which people live within the confines of their own space, isolated from each other and separated from the rest of the world.
Sometimes we get trapped in our own prejudice ways. We don’t notice how the idea of a particular type of person changes the way we live our lives. The most creative people are the ones who step out of their comfort zone and take advantage of the world around them. My abilities as an artist allow me to experience the benefits that versatility fosters.
Being exposed to all kinds of people and cultures is the muse for my artwork. I am an aspiring artist who is very passionate about the connection between art and the world. I believe that in order for society to gain a wider horizon, we have to be willing to acknowledge other people from differences, beliefs, morals, and values. I would like to take this moment to say that you have to understand who you are because if you leave that space open, you leave your identity in the hands of society. Don’t let anyone define you. Beautiful things happen when you take pride in yourself. #blackgirlsrock #kyebreaktheinternet
Sources: mindofkye Instagram
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EXCLUSIVE: NEW CIVIL WAR DETAILS ON BLACK PANTHER, THE FALCON, & MORE!While we’ve already seen The Falcon’s new costume, it’s to note that he’ll also be adding wrist lasers and grapplings hooks, as well as a very familiar friend, albeit in a very different form. Comic fans have been wondering if we’ll see Sam Wilson’s famous telepathically-linked bird Redwing in the MCU for a while. Well, you will and you won’t, depending on how you look at it. Redwing will be featured as The Falcon’s helper/sidekick in CIVIL WAR, although there’s one big difference; Redwing will be a robotic drone, obviously “linked” to him, but not quite telepathically. The “bird” will be red in color and will resemble a cooler, modified MCU-like “bird” drone. Really, that makes perfect sense in how Mackie’s Falcon has been set up. A telepathically-linked bird seems like a lot to explain in an already packed film. A drone accessory makes more sense for this version of The Falcon.
Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.
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