Ginny

One day, she’s had enough of all the protectiveness, the help, her words getting talked over, her skills being brushed aside by people who thought she was just some little girl who needed her crusts cut off for her. So she decides to make some changes in her life. Some badass changes, that she thinks will allow her to flourish into the person she’s always wanted to be seen as. So she shaves her head. Molly is heart broken - all that lovely hair, all - gone - and Arthur just stares, because - Ginny? Are you alright? - Percy turns red, Ron starts to splutter and even the twins are slightly shocked. The only person who understood was Harry - I’ve always wanted to do that, but people would see the scar. Then she moves out, into a small flat above a pub in London. Where it’s busy, where people aren’t shocked by the bald head, where she can use magic and people don’t really notice, because you don’t stare at people in London unless you want a fight. Ginny works in the pub below, on the bar, meeting all the people she’s ever dreamed of meeting, breaking up the occasional brawl, and just taking her life into her own hands. She got to go on a plane, to France for a summer. She started learning Japanese. She met girls and explored what girls could do. She met boys and decided that boys were alright too. She started to work out, and she befriended every muscle man and women in the weights section. She took up art. Then dropped it because she didn’t have the patience for it. She went to muggle concerts. She went out to dinner with muggle friends. She met up with dean, seamus, hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville, Luna and Pansy. Pansy wasn’t so scary now, and when she did get a bit rude, Ginny knew how to shut her up. So in the end ginny does flourish, and she became closer with her mother - you wear leather jackets now? - and her dad no longer stared in horror but instead affection, and Ginny knew that she had become the person she had hoped to become.

Not to be over dramatic, but… if someone attacks my fav book characters, there is a high chance I will never speak to them the same way ever again

for @hpwritersnet‘s prompt: james potter

he falls in love like this: six years old giggling in the treehouse with sugared lips. they fight dragons and travel through jungles from the safety of the garden. they are young and the way she laughs, with her nose scrunched up and eyes closed makes him laugh too. and just like that, marlene sits in his heart.

he falls in love like this: a train carriage, wind rattling the windows and bertie botts beans littering the floor. he falls in love with carved cheekbones and a love of puns, with grey eyes and that feeling already that the same blood runs in their veins. he falls in love with a brother, with sirius.

he falls in love like this: a silent dormitory with a skeletal remus hunched in the corner. he has hollowed cheeks and purple bruises under his eyes. he falls in love with jokes muttered under breaths and a knowing twitch of the lips. there is a stirring in his bones and he knows, he knows he will protect this one with his last breath if he can.

he falls in love like this: the early hours of the morning, practicing with him again and again and again until peter can get it right. watching the watery eyes light up when the spell finally works or the essay is done. watching as he tries so hard to fit in without knowing he already does.

he falls in love like this: sixth year on the quidditch pitch, mary’s lilting voice through the megaphone, jokes and goddamn awful puns trickling out of her as the game plays on. he’s laughing so hard he nearly falls off his brrom and he thinks he can’t live in a world without the warmth she makes in his chest.

he falls in love like this: the months between january and february, the days inbetween monday and tuesday, the seconds between night and day. he falls in love in the time that doesn’t exist, surely, because how could he forget falling in love, how could he not remember the moment? he falls in love with a girl with flowers in her name and in her ribs; with the pure sunlight in her veins, with the kindness overflowing from her pores. he falls in love with her smile and her lips and her soul. he falls in love with lily evans, or maybe he just always was.

he falls in love like this: a tiny baby balanced in his arms, black hair dusting his tiny head. He coughs in his sleep, eyelids fluttering open to reveal forests. there are tears in his eyes and he wants to hold him forever, to wrap him up and lock him away where he will never feel any pain or hurt. He falls in love with the future, with quidditch matches and christmas mornings, with tantrums and hugs and motorbike rides with sirius. he falls in love with his son, with harry.

he falls in love with life, with nature, with his beating heart and expanding lungs. he falls in love with a world that doesn’t love him back, with people who betray him, with people who leave. he falls in love with a life he cannot have, a life he will never live.

he falls too easily, james.

like a marionette whose strings were cut.

*sees spoiler about character death*

ok but maybe that won’t happen when i watch it

Do y'all remember being a kid and trying to read in the car while it was dark outside and your parents wouldn’t let you turn on the light so you would try to grab snatches of sentences when you passed by street lights

“ we all change when you think about it. we’re all different people through our lives, and that’s okay. that’s good, you got to keep moving, as long as you remember all the people that you used to be ”

— the eleventh doctor

you are a storm that wakes me up in the dead of night-

eyes flash like lightning; too bright in this darkness

laughter booming like thunder; too loud in this near silence

words cascade out of your mouth like rain; too heavy in this early hour

and i-
i am trying not to drown in you

-i’ve forgotten how to swim // z.m.

the sun is not shining
but that’s okay,
you’ve always preferred the night.
but what do you do
when even the moon has left you?

-illūnis // z.m.

listen to me. the best kinds of love unfold on bedroom floors where neither of you are touching. listen to me. there’s something about the distance, the waiting. it happens in the spaces between your hands, the pinks of your cheeks. it happens when you are laughing and she can’t get her eyes off of you. you don’t see it, but there is this soft thing growing in the midst of all the stillness.

don’t get me wrong; I love the musical wicked. but like…. why are they so upset she is green…you have an entire city that’s green….shouldn’t she be like your queen or something?? i mean… the emerald city..a green chick…it doesn’t sound like something you should get angry about…tbh I’d be more freaked out about someone floating down from the sky in a bubble but that’s just me