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Reylo Kiss (Conspiracy Edit)

He wasn't supposed to die, but Jar Jar killed him in the editing room. My clown instinct tells me so.

@Centennial_2 on Twitter pointed out how the kiss scene was edited all wrong (the hand placements are inconsistent, reversing Ben's fall shows that Rey is pulling him up, etc.), so I cut it all up and stitched it back together the way it's supposed to be. 🤡

Music: "Farewell" by John Williams, from TROS soundtrack (it's the same track as in the actual scene, just not the same part of it)

Tagging @millennium-eagle @nite0wl29 @ainomica @michellestarswept @theknightdreamer

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I’m so mad because this worked

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help me roger

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Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

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Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

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………my friend has made me curious

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help me roger

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Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

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These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

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I don’t believe in these things

But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.

Roger is cute.

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i felt that this had to be done

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Alexis Loizon singing Gaston ♡

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the ONLY version that matters

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This is terrifying.

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So yeah. When they say “LOL libturds call everything Nazis”

Remember this.

They literally want Adolf Hitler’s face on money.

They want to bring back concentration camps.

They want to purge the ‘undesirables’.

And they want to divert attention from these points until it’s too late, until all of a sudden it’s the middle of kristallnacht 2.0 and there’s no one left to speak out for you.

They are, literally, absolutely goddamned Nazis. They are as Nazi as the Nazis who worked under Adolf Hitler, who were really into being Nazis, who incidentally are their heroes. They’re fuckin Nazis.

Which is of course what POC, Jewish people, and black people have been saying, but nah you all want to go on about how both sides have points.

No they fucking don’t.

And saying so is an act of violence.

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Ace representation!

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Wait. This is a thing now.

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I’m so mad, now. I’ve been wanting to dye my hair.

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shut the fuck up!

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HOW. I need answers.

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It’s this new hair dye called Pravana Vivids Mood Color, it’s heat activated

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now i too can live out my fanfiction mary sue magical girl dreams!

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BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTCCCCHHH

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WHATTTT

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not to be dramatic but is this even allowed

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“Pickle, you want a belly rub?” (sound on)

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2018 GRAMMYs Preview

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September 1st, 2017

In honor of this day today, I just want to say…thank you, Harry Potter.

Thank you for all of the emotions you brought out in me – all of the intrigue, the excitement, the love, the hate, the sorrow, and the joy.

Thank you for all of the laughter you brought me – from the snappy one-liners of Ron to the wry side-notes of Dumbledore, from the jokes of Fred and George to the over-the-top ridiculousness of Hermione’s obsessive academia.

Thank you for all of the thinking you inspired in me – how you got me theorizing what might happen next, and how you even helped inspire me to write my own stories!

Thank you for introducing me to Ron Weasley – the best friend you could ever have, who would laugh with you, cry with you, and more importantly share his time, feelings, experiences, homework answers, family, and room with you.

Thank you for introducing me to Hermione Granger – the perfect example of a superbly flawed, but powerful female character who proves herself before the whole world as the most brilliant witch of her age.

Thank you for introducing me to Luna Lovegood – a young woman with the wisdom of a sage, the spirit of an angel, and all the social grace of a deer in the headlights.

Thank you for introducing me to Neville Longbottom – a boy terrified of his own shadow who grows into a man braver than his house’s mascot.

Thank you for introducing me to Remus Lupin – the teacher that reminded me of all of my best teachers, the ones who got me excited about learning, and that also revealed himself to be not just a teacher, but something akin to family.

Thank you for introducing me to Sirius Black – a man tarred as a crazed mass-murderer but who in truth both loves and hates with all of his heart and would die rather than betray his friends.

Thank you for introducing me to Minerva McGonagall – the most bad-ass teacher on the face of the earth. And yes, I will fight you on that. *snaps fingers*

Thank you for introducing me to Rubeus Hagrid – someone I would probably hate having as a teacher in real life, but who because I’ve seen him as gamekeeper and friend for so long I couldn’t help but forgive.

Thank you for introducing me to Draco Malfoy – the most obnoxious, arrogant, self-centered, mean-spirited, petty, immature bouncing ferret ever!

Thank you for introducing me to Regulus Black – a character who we barely get to know, and yet whose sacrifice is moving enough that it helps redeem Slytherin house itself.

Thank you for introducing me to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy – a couple I loathed for so long, only to find shades of gray in them I could never have comprehended.

Thank you for introducing me to Albus Dumbledore – a man whom I respected for so long, only to find shades of gray in him I could never have comprehended.

Thank you for introducing me to Severus Snape – no one else could have better taught me the value in writing multi-faceted, complex, morally gray characters.

Thank you for introducing me to Cedric Diggory – a true Hufflepuff and a true hero, taken all too soon.

Thank you for introducing me to Fred and George Weasley – the truest mischief makers, and also some of the most brilliant.

Thank you for introducing me to Dudley Dursley – everything I loathe in humankind instilled into one person, only for him to redeem himself in one short, truly honest meeting of the minds between him and Harry.

Thank you for introducing me to Gilderoy Lockhart – how I laughed at this man, and yet how much I longed to slap him in the face!

Thank you for introducing me to Cornelius Fudge – a politician who seemed right at home in my own world, as I ventured into the world of politics.

Thank you for introducing me to Dolores Umbridge – a character the likes of which I will likely loathe more than any other fictional being in any universe.

Thank you for introducing me to Horace Slughorn – a teacher at Hogwarts I think I would’ve enjoyed knowing almost more than any other, if only to hear some of his amazing stories.

Thank you for introducing me to Arthur and Molly Weasley – a couple that made me laugh and made me hug myself to keep in all the “awwww”s.

Thank you for introducing me to Tom Marvolo Riddle – a boy with many talents and no love in his soul who grew up to terrorize the world.

And most of all…thank you for introducing me to Harry. Brave Harry. Rash Harry. Selfless Harry. Snarky Harry. Lonely, awkward, modest, athletic, sneaky, clever, thoughtful, angsty, hot-tempered, heroic, academically lazy Harry. Harry, who hides in the bushes under an open window to listen to the news. Harry, who starts chatting it up with a snake in a reptile house. Harry, who without skipping a beat chooses a poor boy offering nothing but honest friendship over a rich boy offering to help him elevate himself.

How many ways can I say “thank you”, Harry Potter? You have changed me in too many ways. You’ve changed the way I write, both in sentence structure and how I write plot and characters. You’ve changed the way I analyze stories. You’ve changed the way I define myself, by introducing Hogwarts houses!

I suppose all I can really say is…you’ll be with me. Until the end.

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“all was well”. oh i felt so oddly when the books finished with that. as if the boy i understood has disappeared. before, this world of war: i knew harry potter’s fear, his doubt, the uncertainty.

i wonder, really, is it all well? in my mind, harry woke up every day after, for years, screaming. reaching out for people who no longer existed, who evaporated before him in the glow of sparks.

molly weasley finds herself knitting an “F” on a sweater every year. even though she knows better.

George, who walks away from jokes for a long time, lets someone else manage the joke shop. on family vacation to disneyworld because his father loves the idea of muggle magic. having a breakdown at the haunted mansion because “here lies fred, a big ol’ rock fell on his head” is one of the gravestones. he can’t stop laughing or crying because it’s so funny, isn’t it - he spends a long time losing it, feeling himself carried off by people who tell him hush, st. mungo’s is listening, we can’t have you there, dear - until one day, he realizes the only method they have of fixing him is more magic. takes all that extra money from his full share in the joke shop, and, like harry, passes it on. puts money into mental health. teaches people like himself how to laugh again.

dean and seamus finnigan finally wed, open the first place in diagon alley for queer wizards running from their families. places like this, of houses for the homeless orphans, have become increasingly popular after the war. there are children who grew up without a house to call home.

and now, in the era of uncertainty. harry fought so there would be no more fighting. i wonder, through dudley, how much he learns of the muggle world news. and i wonder how much, through muggle-born students, it just seeps through. i wonder if the students sit in castles, worrying about a third world war, just like we do. i wonder if harry would be standing at that station, watching his children leave, not happy. worried. knowing they’re safe, probably, but knowing the world could change at the behest of one man’s rage. thinking about how now his children must too be afraid of dying.

it seems fake to me that it would all work out. that teddy wouldn’t grow up savage, angry. furious at the world for taking his parents, who were barely over thirty. secretly blaming harry, who asked them to fight in the first place. slytherins who wear survivor’s guilt, who tied scarves around faces and fought their parents; the slytherin house now bullied, tormented for the sins of their families. and gryffindor, the bully, harry potter’s house, can do no wrong nor evil. how darker purposes of magic are popular, how students use wands to change their faces, to change their bodies to be “beautiful”.

i wonder how much muggle has seeped in, seeped through. after all, isn’t voldemort dead now. i wonder if they fight for the rights of syrian refugees, i wonder if they discuss the racism in their country.

the thing is, their world can only be well if they are apart from us. unreal. if they never felt anything so deeply it was a dagger through a heartbeat. if truly, he is happy: it feels like harry potter no longer belongs to me.