Ta Prohm, Cambodia
when the toughest most meanest character falls in love with the cutest most sweetest one
ginny as a little second-year—it’s just her third week into school and she’s already pulling late nights in the library trying to catch up by herself
because she’d ask the professors, but they look at her with this pity in their eyes she can’t stand
and the other kids…well, she may be young but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know they’re all whispering about her behind her back
so she’s like, drowning in this transfiguration text but she’s GOING TO GET THROUGH IT AND WRITE THIS SODDING ESSAY if it’s the LAST THING SHE EVER DOES
and she’s just about to start banging her head against the table when someone plops down beside her and says ‘wow, you’ve got the worst case of wrackspurts i’ve ever seen’
ginny looks over warily to see a skinny blonde girl staring at her with enormous blue eyes. she looks familiar from her classes, she thinks, but most of last year is just so fuzzy (it’s only the parts of it she wishes she could forget that are, of course, horrifically clear)
'not that i can see them,' the girl continues, tucking her wand behind her ear. 'they're invisible, wrackspurts. but you look like you've got a bad case. i'm luna. want to hear a joke? happy thoughts make them go away.'
oh. luna. loony luna. now ginny remembers. the girl with the weird father and the even weirder stories about creatures that don’t exist. the girl whose presence is followed by almost as many whispers as ginny’s.
luna’s staring at her, clearly waiting for an answer. she doesn’t look particularly loony to ginny. in fact, she looks like the one of the first students to be nice to ginny in almost three weeks.
'sure,' ginny says, a timid smile spreading across her face.
luna tilts her head. ‘you might not need a joke anymore. i think you’ve got happy thoughts of your own now.’
ginny leans in and grins more deliberately, and a warmth unfurls in her chest at the smile luna offers in return. ‘tell me anyway.’
I am a rose dying on a vine here. Give me a war to run or the CIA or something.
This gifset is important.
So was everybody just ridiculous looking and allergic to pants in the old LOTR and Hobbit movies or what?
At least you can tell they realized how badly they f*&ked up drawing the Wood Elves in The Hobbit because Legolas actually looks like an Elf here.
When you do rotoscoping, they tell the actors to exaggerate their movements & expressions, on the basis of the idea that naturalistic movements look dull when animated. These guys might have exaggerated too much.
i’m a dead man walking here
that’s the least of all my fears
natasha: [CASUALLY DODGES ALIEN PHOTON BLAST AND CALMLY RESUMES FIRE]
clint: [RESTING FACE WHILE DESTROYING 10 CHITAURI WITH SINGLE ARROW]
clint looks so bored like he’s making his grocery list in his head
Marius was never good with riddles.
minus 5 picarats
"WAIT YOU’RE JESUS???"
You’re a loner. You keep your distance. You travel freely through foreign lands. You’re rootless. .You’re very comfortable here, with your glass of scotch, but you’re just as comfortable sleeping in a cave with rebels. Or, sharing dinner in some hole-in-the-wall noodle shop. Your closest friends are strangers. You understand that tight bounds can make you vulnerable, so you’re careful not to have any. And that’s why you’re so conflicted about me. You need me. And you hate that about yourself because it makes you V U L N E R A B L E.