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The Price of War - Masterpost
âPeople die. Monsters are made. That is the price of war.â
There is a spy in the Order of the Phoenix, and the wizarding war is more dangerous and deadly than it has ever been. There is a high price to pay for survival.
Part One  //  Part Two  //  Part Three  //  Part Four  //  Part Five  //
Part Six  //  Part Seven  //  Part Eight  //  Part Nine  //  Part Ten
imagine fred and george teaching their dad how to floss
other mod here a full day after first reading this post, losing her goddamn mind because i finally realise Jamie meant the cool fortnite dance 4 Teenz and Youthz not the basic dental hygiene, holy fuck
Excelsior.
tl;drâTumblr expressed their gratitude and said their farewells to real-life superhero, Stan Lee. She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, the epitome of girl power, premiered on Netflix. The trailer for Detective Pikachu dropped and the image of Mr. Mime will forever be seared into our brains. This is Tumblrâs Week in Review. Â
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She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
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Pikachu | PokÊmon
Undertale
Boku no Hero Academia
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Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Voltron: Legendary Defender
Ralsei | Deltarune
RWBY
Venom
Overwatch
Nintendo
Adora | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Kris | Deltarune
Weâre a little sad to say that this post marks the last of our Fandometrics for the rest of 2018. That means there will be no more weekly lists or Week in Review until January 7, 2019. The good news? Weâre going to have something much, much bigger take its place for the month of December. Think Week in Review, but bigger. About 52 times bigger.
A THINK YEAR REVIEW!!!
Premiere at Leicester Square, London (November/13/2018) for Fantastic Beasts - The crimes of Grindelwald
Rest in Peace Stan Lee
Thanks for all the great memories.
You did good kid.
âTaking outâ can mean: a date, dinner or murder. You do all of them.
It was that bastard Malone who took everything from me, Malone Lynesson who had squealed on me to save his own skin, who had testified against me at trial, who had taken the last twenty years of my life from me. Mallory was horrified by me when she found out. Cut off all contact. Never got to see my only boy, Jason, grow up. Didnât get to be a father. Spent twenty years in jail, thinking about what Iâd do to Malone once I got out.
First step, I at least wanted to see Jason before I did anything irrevocable. Heâd become a dancer, just like heâd wanted to when he was a little tot, prancing around the room. I got to see a video of him performing, just once. I was in awe, watching him dance gracefully around the stage. Never even knew a human body could bend and sway like that. Moved me to damn tears, it did.
I figured, Mallory had turned him against me, but my own boy, he wouldnât deny me one meal together, right? if I paid for it. Iâd be dead broke when I got out, but I figured Iâd at least be able to borrow some money from an old pal. Not as a regular thing, you know. Just one lump sum. Just enough for a meal for two. Some cheap Chinese place, probably. Weâd sit across the table, Iâd tell him how sorry I was I hadnât been there for him, how proud I was, how goddamn much I wish I couldâve made up for it. It wouldnât mean anything, probably, coming from me, from some old con with nothing left to offer. But at least Iâd be able to say it, see him, all grown up.
Heâd be polite, probably. Faintly sympathetic. And then heâd smile and say goodbye and go back to his life and Iâd never see him again. Good. He doesnât need my shit to deal with. And then Iâd take whatever food was left in a doggie bag and sit on some park bench somewhere, out in the open air and sunlight, all alone in the world, stuffing my face with some cheap Chinese crap to try and fill that void eating away at me.
And once I wasnât quite so melancholy anymore, Iâd go and get my gun.
They were a set originally, a pair of Smith-Wesson Model 686 revolvers. One of them was sitting in an evidence room somewhere, probably. The other one was right where Iâd left it, neatly hidden away, safe from the elements. Itâd weigh heavy in my jacket as I made my way to Maloneâs. Twenty years, heâd have forgotten about me. Some old fart. Heâd never see it coming. Might not even recognize me at first. Iâd show him the gun. Let him see what was coming to him. Let him know every single thing heâd taken from me. Let him know everything Iâd been dreaming of doing the moment I got out. Then Iâd blow the brains out of his goddamn skull, and that would be that.
In short, Iâd take out a loan in a sum to take out my lone lissome son, then take out my loneliness on takeout, alone in the sun, then take out my lone Smith-Wesson and take out Malone Lynesson.
Reblogging for the last paragraph
Dark Times: Part 4
*Peterâs house is dark and empty⌠with nothing out of place and no sign of a struggle*Â
*silence greets his call*Â
~*~
*the roar of a motorbikeâs arrival splits through the quiet night in Godricâs Hollow*
Sirius: *stumbles through the shattered remains of the Potterâs home, his face white as a sheet*Â
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Dark Times: Part 4
*Peterâs house is dark and empty⌠with nothing out of place and no sign of a struggle*Â
*silence greets his call*Â
~*~
*the roar of a motorbikeâs arrival splits through the quiet night in Godricâs Hollow*
Sirius: *stumbles through the shattered remains of the Potterâs home, his face white as a sheet*Â
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THROUGH A RAPISTâS EYESâ (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)
An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
âThrough a rapistâs eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewâŚed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women whoâs clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they donât have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isnât worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys youâre not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: canât believe it is so cold out here, weâre in for a bad winter. Now that youâve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said theyâd leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you canât beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh â HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guyâs parts it is extremely painful. You might think that youâll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and heâs out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, donât dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but youâd feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL âŚ.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from youâŚ. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver wonât see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DONâT DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driverâs side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked âfor helpâ into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and itâs better safe than sorry.
If u have compassion reblog this post. âHelping hands are better than Praying Lipsâ â give us your helping hand.
REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog thisâŚ.Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.â
EVERYONE BOOT THE FUCK OUT OF THIS
This is so fucking unfortunate that we need this
it just makes me angry that women need this.. but we do and if you see this, PLEASE REBLOG. it doesnât matter if you are a male or a female. by reblogging this, you might save someoneâs life.
Donât scroll past this, itâs so important
nothing to do with what my posts are normally about but this is SO damn important!! donât scroll past without reading and / or reblogging!
this is fucking important. Idc if your blog is perfect, fucking reblog this. It may save someone.
Not what I reblog onto here normally but this is important.
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seriously take the time to read this fully through, even if you are busy it is so important and vital, please!!!
This can save a life.
You see someone eyeing someone suspiciously you tell the one theyâre looking at
Stay safe!â¤
Please reblog this and stay safe!
some of these facts genuinely scared me. please reblog and spread the word; there are some terrible people out there, and everyone deserves to see this.
I know this isnât normally reblog, but I donât care if anybody unfollows me because of this post, because I will feel guilty if I donât reblog this. Please take the time to read this and reblog because it could save a life.
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A serial killer pretending to be a Door-to-Door salesman knocks on the door of a serial killer who kills Door-to-Door salesmen.
Mason-
I start my morning the same way every day. I get up at 3am. I for a jog. Sometimes I drive up to the trails at the state park. Every now and then I find a lone jogger. I ask to join them, as there IS a maniac on the loose in our area. Most accept my offer. Women. Theyâre weak. Always drowning their sorrows with alcohol and fucking any man who pays her any attention. They give that âlookâ so easily, so freely. Sometimes, this is where I find my evening date. Typical, easy, routine. You know the story. You see it on the news all the time. âWe tried to tell her not to talk to strangers.â âShe was friends with everyone.â âShe had her whole life ahead of her.â
EVERY womanâs weaknesses are the same. All it takes is a fit man with alcohol. You take them out to a nice restaurant, in a town over. A place theyâve never tried. Nothing fancy. Just a local place. âCome back to my place for drinks?â We live in the most northern part of Nebraska, âLet me help you get warm. I have a fire place.â Another weakness. I usually get the desired response. Hunting is easy. Until, you want a challenge. Staking out a place and eventually breaking in isnât my style. Itâs sloppy, armature. Thatâs what punks and wana-be gang bangers do. No, no. I like to think I have more class. I find my offerings, if you will, at places like the grocery store. The gas station. The library is fun. Obviously on a jog. Itâs easy to stake a place out but itâs even easier to go door-to-door to make a sale pitch on random shit I have sitting in my garage that my wife thought she needed. She bought everything she could with my hard earned cash from any stick prick who knocked on my door. I caught her once. Thatâs all it took. I come home from work early one day. I saw the glasses half empty on my coffee table. I heard the laugh and a thud from my room. I take a step and see the product on the floor. I fly off the handle and grab the nearest blunt object. Her prized pageant trophy from when she was young. I rush into the bedroom. I see the âsalesmanâ standing over my naked wife with his pants dropped to the floor. I see the shock on their faces. I see the alcohol swimming in her eyes. In my fit of rage I swing at the guy and miss. My wife screams. He grabbed his pants and took off. I turned my attention to her now. I begged to know how long this had been going on, knowing the answer. I begged to know how many, knowing the answer. For the next 3 weeks I made my wifeâs life a living hell. I came home from work later than normal one evening and as I opened my garage I see her standing there in another manâs shirt. I see the same salesman from our prior incident running from the back of my house, he must have just slipped through the door in the kitchen upon hearing my arrival. My wife looks at me, devil in her eyes. She pulled my .45 from a nearby shelf, screamed that it was the only way, took aim, and missed me by fractions of an inch. I hop out of my car grabbing the gun from her in 2 swift moves and blow her head off. It was so easy. The investigators believed me when I said she was having at least one affair. Attempted murder-suicide. Case closed. My wife and I never had children. Just a cat named Chester. Everything was easy. But killing my wife was the most intoxicating thing Iâve ever experienced. I had to chase the next high. My second murder was pretty sloppy. But the more I did it, the easier it got. Then the idea came to me. It was so easy to let salesmen in. I would kill every unfaithful wife, and with ease. My wife and I clearly had our problems. I assume every husband and wife would. And I definitely wouldnât be a prime suspect, if Iâm suspected at all. So. Easy.
Adina-
I start my day the same way almost every day. I wake up at 4:30am. I meditate and do yoga for an hour. I have breakfast made in 30-45 minutes. I wake my husband with the smell of bacon or sausage or ham and eggs and biscuits. Sometimes I make blueberry pancakes, his favorite. I love to make my husband happy. I love to see him smile, I fell in love with him because of that smile. He was a salesman, door-to-door to be specific. He only did it because he felt the need to earn his money. We had been married for a short time but we had been dating for 3 years, during our second year together his grandfather had passed leaving his only living relative everything. My husbandâs parents had died when he was young and the life insurance money had been put in a trust that he had forgotten about until his grandfather passed. He had been a very wealthy man and gave my husband everything he ever needed or wanted. So when he passed, my boyfriend became my husband. We bought a house together. My husband and I liked to drink together. Weâd invite friends over for a weekend at the cabin upstate which had been his grandfatherâs hunting lodge during the winter. They did alot of hunting together since he raised my husband from the time his parents died. We were happy together. Everything was perfect. Lots of friends, nice home, the perfect Labrador Retriever named Sampson, the cabin, his grandfatherâs property.
My husband would leave for work around 7am every weekday. He worked long hours sometimes, I only assumed it was because he had to travel some to surrounding areas, knock on every door and dealt with housewives who clearlydidnt get out much and asked hundreds of questions about the simplest products. Sometimes he would call and tell me he would be stopping for a drink before coming home. Just to shake off the day. I didnât mind. I would have supper done by the time he would get home, weâd eat and share a drink ourselves before going to bed. Looking back we didnât have alot of sex. Now I understand why.
I saw on the news where a woman had killed herself after her husband caught her having an affair multiple times. Upon watching the story they gave a description of the man she was having an affair with. Stating the man had been a door-to-door salesman. My heart stopped midbeat. I didnât start supper. I just sat. Somehow drinking 2 whole bottles of the best wine money could buy before my husband got home. I had never had a suspicion until now. I started thinking of how he had been coming home at a more decent hour the last few weeks. He comes home. His mind seemed to be preoccupied. I asked him if he wanted to get pizzas and go up to the cabin and just spend a weekend together. He seemed to hesitate before he agreed. I knew it was him. We make it to the cabin, eat our pizza, and start drinking some whiskey we had stashed. He was drinking heavier than what should have been just a nice romantic night. So I confront him. I asked if there was anything he wanted to talk about. He looked like a deer in headlights although he lied when he answered no. So I lied. I told him I knew about the other woman, to see what his response would be. He looked up, knowing he had been caught. He started trying to apologize. I was enraged. I threw my glass at him, missing and watched it shatter on the fireplace. He jumped up yelling at me, asking me what had gotten into me. I screamed at him. I was furious. How could he do such a thing to me? How long had this actually been going on? He tried sooo hard too act like it hadnât been going on long, said it would never happen again. All the time he was lying through his teeth. I couldnât believe him! He tried to leave. I got a shot gun out of the hunting cabinet. I ran after him. We were outside, he had his back to me. Not turning around he was saying that he wanted a divorce. I took a few steps towards him. He turned around and I pulled the trigger. Shot him right in his face. I made it look like he had done it to himself. I told investigators he had been the one the woman was having an affair with. When I brought up divorce he had gone outside with the gun and as I went after him he killed himself right in front of me. They believed me. I sold the house we had bought together. All our friends tried to console me but I didnât need consolation. I needed every vow breaking mother fucker dead. I wanted vengeance. I was thirsty for more. It was easy to get rid of my husband, and oh god Iâve never felt more alive than when I did after killing him. So I moved into his grandfatherâs house. I brought in ever door-to-door salesman. I would offer drinks, as there were plenty options. Every one of them understood the hints I would drop. The look I would give them. They all fell for it. So I would have them follow me to the cabin, being only a 45 minute drive to the next town over. I had turned one of the rooms into a red room. Oh, the look of sheer excitement on their faces as they thought they had hit the jackpot. Until they were told to be strapped in. Then their confusion would show as they didnât know how to be the sub. Typical men. Thinking theyâre so superior. Up until they realize theyâre going to take their last breath. The terror in their eyes alone gets me off. I neatly dispose of the bodies, treating Sampson to a new bone to chew on every few weeks.
Mason-
I made breakfast this morning. Blueberry oatmeal, orange juice, toast. I decided I would travel to the next town up and hunt new prey. I grab some useless junk my wife bought off some fat salesman she probably blew in exchange for a cheaper price. Worst prostitute ever. She could have at least received money instead of spending all mine. Oh well, itâs handy now.
Only a 45 minute drive and I scope the town looking for what would be wealthier women. Not so much they would have help working the property, just upper middle class. I see a woman playing fetch with a dog in her yard. I decide sheâs easy prey. I park a little up from the house. And watch her go inside.
Adina-
I hear a knock on the door. Knowing what to expect, I yell for them to wait just a minute as I put Sampson out back. Men, in all their superiority, have come in afraid of Sampson. I check myself in the mirror on the way to answer the door. I let the salesman in. He starts asking me about some piece of dusty junk I donât give a shit about and would likely never use. I interrupt asking if he would like a drink. Something stiff maybe? He gives me a look. But, I know that look. Itâs not the one I give my usual idiots that come through here, oh no. The look he gives me says Iâm the prey. I donât turn my back as I pour us a glass of whiskey.
Mason-
She knows. I donât know how but she has not stopped staring me down since she offered the drink. She tells me that Iâm brave to still be doing this line of considering the circumstances. When I asked what those circumstances would be she shows me the newspaper and how several men who are door-to-door salesmen have gone missing recently. I tell her Iâm not from here.
Adina-
I ask where heâs from. When he tells me I state that I have a cabin near there. I asked if he would like to see it as Iâm considering selling since I donât go there much after my husband killed himself on the property. He tells me how his wife also committed suicide. He asks to see the cabin.
Mason-
I follow in my car. I have to see the place for myself. We arrive and I walk inside behind her. She turns around in a swift motion and tells me
Adina-
His wife had been having an affair with my husband. I had seen the story on the news. When I confronted him he admitted to everything so I killed him in the front yard. I listened as he told me about killing his wife. I showed him the red room.
Mason-
Everything made sense. She was perfect. In every way possible. Iâve never cum so hard life and it seemed like she hadnât cum at all. I thought her husband had been some kind of god, being able to seduce women and having the gumption to fuck someoneâs wife. Now I see he is puny compared this beautiful monster of a woman before me.
Adina-
I have met my match. And our lives together so far have never been brighter. Even Sampson and Chester get along. Killing together is the highlight of our marriage. These young couples thinking they are in for a weekend retreat, swinging. Life is perfect.
Amaaazeee
âHey !â
I was messing around with my original drawing⌠and wellâŚ
this happened⌠I should have added sound.
Imagine Dragons - Zero
The Price of War - Masterpost
âPeople die. Monsters are made. That is the price of war.â
There is a spy in the Order of the Phoenix, and the wizarding war is more dangerous and deadly than it has ever been. There is a high price to pay for survival.
Part One  //  Part Two  //  Part Three  //  Part Four  //  Part Five  //
Part Six  //  Part Seven  //  Part Eight  //  Part Nine  //  Part Ten
Why the fuck is Tumblr sleeping on Dan Reynolds? The dude is doing an entire documentary on how Mormon religion and the lgbt community affect each other, has said multiple times that he doesnât want to alienate his queer fans and respects the community, and is being an all around awesome ally and yet????? Not a single mention about it????? Tf????
Remember how Ron Weasley sat with Harry on the Hogwarts Express his first day of Hogwarts not only because it was the only place, but because he saw that Harry was sitting alone?Â
Remember that time when Ron Weasley wrote home to his mother that Harry wasnât expecting any Christmas presents so that she could send him something?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Neville Longbottom that he was worth 12 of Malfoy?
Remember when âRon was the only one who stood by himâ?Â
Remember when 12 year old Ron Weasley sacrificed himself to a chess game so that Harry could move ahead to stop Snape (Quirrell) from getting the Philosopherâs Stone?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley fiercely defended Hermione when Malfoy called her a mudblood?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was terrified of spiders but went following them into the forest anyways for his friend?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley turned up at Harryâs house in the middle of the night to rescue him because he was worried that Harry wasnât answering his letters?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stayed at Hogwarts over Christmas because he didnât want his best friend to be lonely?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley completely took over the studying for Buckbeakâs trial?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stood on a broken leg in front of his best friend and told the man they thought was a mass murderer that if he wanted to kill Harry he would have to kill him as well?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was personally insulted and guilty about the fact that he had been keeping the man who had betrayed his best friendâs parents as a pet?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Harry that they were coming to get him whether or not his aunt and uncle liked it?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was the thing that Harry would miss most, even after he had fought with him just earlier that year?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley gave up time he could have been studying for his exams to help Harry prepare for the third task?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley used his powers as a prefect to defend Harry to the students who thought that Harry was lying about You-Know-Who?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley kept standing by his best friend all year even though it labelled him as a liar as well?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley fully supported the idea of Harry teaching them Defence Against the Dark Arts and stood up for him to Zacharias Smith who was being extremely rude to Harry?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was absolutely furious about what Umbridge was doing to Harry in his detentions?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley removed the junk from on top of the knitting that Hermione put out to free the house elves because he knew it would be insulting and rude for them to pick it up without realizing it?
Rember that time when Ron Weasley supported Harryâs decision to talk to Sirius telling Hermione that Harry could âmake his own decisionsâ?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley immediately agreed to go and save Sirius from the ministry?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stood by Harry even after hearing about the prophecy which said that his best friend would either be killed by Voldemort or kill Voldemort?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley helped Harry find out what horcruxes were and get the memory from Slughorn?Â
Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Hermione to lay off on Harry about the Potions book and cursing Malfoy, because obviously Harry never wanted to hurt anybody?
Remember when Ron Weasley supported his best friend even though he was dating his little sister?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stayed and defended Hogwarts when Death Eaters broke into the castle, even though he could have stayed safe by staying away?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley agreed to leave school to help his best friend destroy the horcruxes and told him that they would be there whatever happened?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley risked his life by taking the form of Harry to help him get safely away from Privet Drive?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was a source of comfort to Hermione when she was upset about the fact that her parents didnât remember who she was?
Remember that time when Ron was the source of all of the important information on the ministry when Harry, Ron, and Hermione needed to break in to get the horcrux?
Remember how Ron kept wearing the horcrux even though it was affecting him in a way much stronger than it did Harry and Hermione? Remember how he did that without complaint, accepting that it was all of their jobs to wear it?
Remember how Ron Weasley regretted leaving the moment he did?
Remember how he came back and saved Harryâs life?
Remember how Ron Weasley knew there was no excuse for him, but came back anyways, not expecting his friends to forgive him, but because he had promised he would be there?
Remember how Ron became the driving force of the trio after he came back, keeping them moving and on track, trying to make up for his mistake, still not expecting to be forgiven or even feeling like he deserved it?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley flat out refused to hand over Harry to Xeno Lovegood in exchange for Luna?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley screamed for him to be tortured instead of Hermione at Malfoy Manor? Remember how he ran around screaming her name and sobbing, wishing it was him instead of her?
Remember when Ron Weasley discovered a way to destroy the cup and made sure to get it destroyed?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley defended the House Elves saying that they couldnât order them all to die for them?
Remember how Ron Weasley screamed out in defiance against Voldemort after they believed Harry to be dead? Remember how he continued to fight even though he knew what would happen if they lost?
Remember when Ron was the very best friend that someone could ever even ask for and how he was so loyal, kind, brave, and just an all around great guy?
Remember how Ron Weasley was a teenage boy who made mistakes but always acknowledged them and apologized, and never tried to make it seem like he didnât do anything wrong? Remember how when he messed up he always worked hard to make his relationships stronger afterwards?
Ron Weasley is a great friend. Anyone who disagrees can fight me.
