Battle Of The Brothers (insp By This Thread By User Bledstars On Twitter)

All of you are unnecessarily rude to the people who shipp couples you don’t like, just scroll over or smth. No need to be an idiot.

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

oscar is so bbygirl

Zuko: hey I-

Sokka:

Marlene: *plays Best Friends Brother by the Victorious Cast, because she genuinely likes the song*

James: *inner panic*

What a great day to cry myself to sleep

I just realised yet another little detail that symbolises so much in the story!

During Dos Orugitas, we see a young Alma Madrigal that seemed to be cheerful, playful and even a little clumsy. The braided hair, the frilly dress and the big smiles help create an image of her as a sweet, carefree young woman who was not afraid to just be herself.

Once the tragedy with Pedro happens and the miracle is born, Alma immediately takes shelter in casita and we see her alone, silently processing the events of the evening; looking extremely weary, lonely and traumatised. She looks down at her babies. Her Julieta, her Pepa and her Brunito, and her expression changes. She knows she needs to be strong for them. She’s resolute, but there’s a sadness in her eyes that says she knows what this means for her, too. She can never go back to the woman she used to be.

The next time we see Alma, she is putting on a black cloak and leaving the room. This room was the cocoon where she transformed into a new person, leaving her old self behind. She’s become different. Her smile doesn’t quite meet her eyes anymore. She looks tired, somber. Older, even.

There’s a shadow, a trauma she’s carrying that soon takes form in the perfectionism and control that eventually hurt her loved ones. This event shapes the way she deals with challenges from this moment on, and she is always in fear of the family losing their home once again.

She became harsh. Strict. Everything has to be perfect in order to protect and earn the miracle the love of her life granted their family with his noble sacrifice.

This is an incredibly strong woman who has been through hell and came out alive, for her family’s sake. This black cloak follows her from her young years to her old age, and becomes a constant throughout the movie. It represents the weight and the burden of the grief she silently carried ever since that moment, and will continue to carry for the rest of her life. It represents the change she had to go through, putting her emotions last in order to become the strong matriarch her kids and the village needed. It represents the loss of not only her beloved Pedro, but also of her innocence, her youth, her laughter and her smile.

From the moment young Alma Madrigal and her children were gifted a miracle, she became the one responsible for the whole village. She, as the only one blessed with the magic and the one whose gift repelled the enemies, was naturally placed in a position of power and leadership in the worst moment of her life.

It’s likely she was the one everyone immediately looked to for directions right after the miracle happened, and that she had to leave her feelings behind to help other lost and grieving people rebuild their lives and their homes, creating what the village of Encanto eventually became. She put everyone else first. She was extremely selfless.

Alma Madrigal is such a complex character. There are so many layers to her personality. This is why you guys can’t just write her off as a villain or as a horrible person/grandmother. It’s not so black and white.

Encanto is one of those rare movies where there’s not a single character I don’t like. I do think Mirabel is my fave, because I’m just weak for protagonists like this, but I genuinely love the entire family. It’s so refreshing to have a movie without “can we move on from this character, please” moments.

“Would you hex me for a billion Galleons?”

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Harry: Would you hex me—

Draco: Yes

Harry: ...for a billion Galleons?

Draco: Yes

Harry: You answered before I could finish the question

Draco: Well, you irritate me quite a lot recently. Would you hex me for a billion Galleons then?

Harry: Of course not

Draco: Oh...well now I just feel bad for saying yes

*

Hermione: Would you hex me for a billion Galleons?

Pansy: I can try, I don’t want to be arrested for hexing the Minister for Magic though

*

Blaise: Would you hex me for a billion Galleons?

Ron: Can I buy food with that money?

Blaise: Yes

Ron: Then yes

*

Luna: Would you hex me for a billion Galleons?

Ginny: No

Luna: Really?

Ginny: I don’t think you know how strong my hex is. But you can hex me though, then we can split the money. Good thinking right?

*

Theodore: Would you hex me for a billion Galleons?

Neville: Absolutely not

Theodore: But it’s one billion Galleons!

Neville: No, Theo

Theodore: Aw come on, really? Just one hex!

Neville: Not a chance

*

Sirius: Would you hex me for a billion Galleons?

Remus: I’d hex you for a Galleon if you keep bothering me

Sirius: Now that’s just sad

*

Regulus: Would you hex me for a billion Galleons?

James: I’d bang you for a billion Galleons

Regulus: ...That’s not what I asked!

part of the family

Drabble Tag response from @sophhao3 :)

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“Merry Christmas!” James said as he burst into Regulus’s bedroom, clutching several bags of gifts. Regulus blinked at him.

“It’s Christmas eve,” he said blandly.

“Well, I’m not going to see you tomorrow, am I,” James explained. “Seeing as you’re insisting on going to spend Yule with your family.”

Regulus deflated noticeably. “I know, but it’s not worth the hassle if I don’t.”

“So I thought I’d bring your presents here now, and we can spend Christmas eve together and pretend it’s Christmas already.” James grinned and jumped on Regulus’s bed. He shoved a sparkly gift bag into Regulus’s arms. “Open that one first. My mum insisted.”

“Your mum?” Regulus asked, taking out a squashy parcel wrapped in red tissue paper.

“Open it!”

Regulus pulled away the tissue paper obediently, and a long, thick woollen scarf fell into his hands. It was black, but was threaded sparsely with shiny gold strands. It was beautiful.

“Mum made it specially for you,” James said proudly. “She said she was fed up of watching you turn up shivering to death because you’re never dressed properly for the winter.”

Regulus ran his hands over the scarf gently, and looked up at James, feeling his eyes prickling. “Your mum made it for me?”

James nodded. “Regulus, are you…why are you crying?”

Regulus rubbed at his eyes and turned away, embarrassed. “I’m not. I mean, maybe just a little bit. But…it’s just the nicest thing. I didn’t know…I didn’t expect…”

“C'mere, idiot,” James said fondly. He pulled Regulus against his chest and kissed the top of his hair. “Mum loves you. You’re part of the family!”

“Part of the f-family,” sobbed Regulus.

James laughed and rubbed Regulus’s back. “You big softy. Come on, there’s more presents to open. I promise they won’t all make you cry.”