Im Not Crying At All - Tumblr Posts

remember in deathly hallows when narcissa and lucius said fuck this war and ditched voldemort because their son was in danger? i mean yes, narcissa and lucius respected all those blood-purity stuff and were overall bad but they were also,,,really caring

i mean when voldemort gave draco the task she literally cried and begged snape to protect him

and lucius was trying to persuade voldemort to let him find his son during the battle

i kinda respect them for that

if you ever think that ron didn't love hermione, remember the boy's scared and pale face when mcgonagall informed them hermione was petrified

if you ever think that hermione didn't like ron, remember how flustered and pink she became everytime he praised her intelligence or her in general.

if you ever think that ron wasn't jealous when hermione was around other boys, remember how miserable he looked at the yule ball when she was dancing with krum

if you ever think that hermione never supported ron, remember how she kissed him before the quidditch match and wished him luck. remember how he touched the spot where she kissed him and smiled.

if you ever think that they didn't love eachother, remember how quick they were to notice everything, remember all the times they supported eachother, remember how much they cared for eachother.

and most importantly

remember that no matter what happened, they always found a way to be friends again, that's how strong their bond was. remember how ron always pushed hermione out of the harm when it approached, remember how he defended her every time someone called her a m*dblood. remember how hermione always cared for ron, remember how she always helped him and supported him, remember the tears that were streaming down her face when ron ran away, remember how they never stopped loving eachother and how they were ALWAYS ready to sacrifice themselves one for another.

Yang and Blake are my babies

My angsty head-canon is that Blake still, even after volume 6, and after getting rid of Adam, continued to blame herself for what happened to Yang. To the point where, whenever they aren't busy saving Remnant and have time to themselves, Yang goes out to train, Blake follows after her. She lays down in an area where she can watch Yang; hear her sounds, the laughs she lets out when she, idk, uses brute force to cut down a tree! Her blonde her tied up for those few seconds. Red eyes glowing. Blakes' book would be forgotten, until Yang turns around to look at her, eyebrow raised; childish grin on her face. Blake's eyes drift down, her ears twitch.

She wouldn't look back up at her, but she would remember the moment they met. Yang asking her name, introducing herself, giving her hand out to shake. She would remember how she tried to ignore her, how dismissive she was, and how warm her hand felt. Blake would look up, staring at Yang, her hands, the way she moves with no hesitation, the sound of her punches. While her ears press against her head, she would stare, feeling guilty, knowing that Yang didn't blame her.

But each time she watched her train, she would think of the day she willingly refused to grasp her hand in her own. How she lost a single happy memory with her. I imagine when it gets that bad, Blake would walk over to Yang -- whose adrenaline at that point is through the roof, chest heaving, covered in sweat, hair flowing down her back in a nest of tangles. Saying nothing, Blake would stand in front of her, till Yang, smiles with complete joy, dragging Blake closer to her by her waist, pressing her hand against her dark hair. Breathing against her hair, while her heart and breathing rate calms down. While Blake wastes no time, hugging her back, promising to never let go of her.