when ppl talk about the raccoon with a machine gun in the upcoming marvel film, they could be talking about this guy
or this guy
you can never be sure
This little scene broke my heart. The girl who believed in nargles, in wrackspurts and blibbering humdingers, has become the girl who believed no more.
i tHINK IM GOING TO START CRYING NW
See, the thing that nobody understands, is that Luna believed in things that had proof. She’s a Ravenclaw, a genius, an expert in the unseen but proven. I mean, if she’d started talking about Thestrals before Harry had been able to see them, saying that there was an invisible winged horse pulling the carriages that only people that had witnessed death could see? You’d have thought THAT was crazy, too.
Luna knows Nargles and Wrackspurts are out there. As far as she knows, there’s proof of it.
But seashells hanging in a door? Those don’t do anything, nothing but give you a false sense of security.
It’s not that Luna doesn’t believe. It’s that now, as always, she’s frank and straightforward. Seashells can’t keep the evil at bay. Nothing can.
Thank you. She is not a naive little kid who believes everything you tell her. She just knows some things we don’t. Because she looks harder.
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21. If you absolutely cannot stay away become part of the Ghostfacers
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"If you do not come out with your hands up right now I will shoot you." Jean says sternly, ignoring the sting in her shoulder from where the criminal had shot her, the blood now staining her blue uniform dark black.
"I’m giving you until the count of five…"
Jean can’t help the soft laugh and the shake of her head. “Nothing noble about your job. You’re just some lowlife with a weapon. Not unlike any other shmuck on the street, you just get paid for the blood you spill.” Straining her ears to listen for anything else Jean picked up one of the bottles of booze that laid around her. In a small test to see if she could get him to shoot again she poked out of her hiding spot for a moment just long enough to hurl the bottle of beer a ways away to have it smash against the floor, throwing up more flames and blocking his way to that exit.
Maverick gasped, like he’d been deeply hurt by her words and rolled his eyes. “Auch! That hurt.” He mocked. “I’m totally different from them, my love, they kill for fun, I kill for money and money buys me food and pays the rent so it’s a noble job.” He said with a shrug. The killer watched a bottle flying over towards the exit and he growled when flames blocked his way out. “C’mon! How am I supposed to leave now? Or how are your little friends supposed to come in to help you if you blocked the exit? Unless…” He let the sentence trail off for a moment before standing up slowly, still behind one of the tables. “That’s what you want… some time alone with me with no interruptions.” He smirked.
22. Kiss anyone of your choice
"… Alright, c’mere then."
”So, do you just make out with all the new girls in town, love?” She asked, before pushing him away lightly as a smirk fell upon her lips.
"Not just with the new ones, sweetheart." He said with a smug smirk and winked at her. "Does that bother you?" Maverick muttered against her lips.
"Why does that matter?"
Kurt giggled and nodded “a duet sounds perfect” he added adn then listened before shrugging “Sing, act, collect vintage items, make clothing. I know I sound like an old lady” he laughed before smiled “and band rehearsal” he added.
Maverick smiled brightly at his words and listened carefully, trying to make mental notes to himself so he’d remember all that. “You don’t sound like an old lady… Those are really nice things to do, honestly.” She said with a bright smile.