#Brian Percival

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The Book Thief (2013)

"I'm not ready. I want to grow up before I die."

[heavenlycinema]

The Book Thief 2013

Dir. Brian Percival

“The only truth that I truly know is that I am haunted by humans.”

[hauntingsoundtracks]

North and South (2004), TV mini series directed by Brian Percival

Original soundtrack by Martin Phipps

01 - The Factory

02 - I've Seen Hell

03 - Thornton's Walk

04 - Milton

05 - Boucher's Death

06 - Proposal Rejection

07 - The Union

08 - Opening Theme

09 - She'll Take You From Me

10 - Look Back

11 - Episode 3

12 - The Irishmen

13 - Margaret

14 - Northbound Train

[septembergold]

[crackishincorrecthp]

*Harry manages to save Cedric by throwing a Petrificus Totalus on him, so Voldemort thinks Cedric is dead, but he's just literally petrified* *Cedric sees all the Voldemort resurrection, including Voldemort being fucking naked* *Harry and Cedric go back to Hogwarts and once Harry releases the spell on Cedric they're both just looking at each other horrified* Harry, horrified: Did you see that? Cedric, horrified: I did! Dumbledore, confused: What happened there, boys? Cedric, still horrified: We saw You-Know-Who resurrect, and he was naked Harry, still horrified: We saw Voldemort naked Dumbledore: Dumbledore: So you aren't horrified that Tom is back, you're horrified 'cause you saw him naked? Harry and Cedric, still looking pretty horrified: YES!!!! Harry: I think I'll have nightmares about that for the rest of my life Cedric: Me too Dumbledore: Dumbledore: It can't be that bad, boys... Harry: Sir, I'm sorry, but you don't get it, it was horrible Cedric: It was traumatizing! I don't even think I can see myself naked without thinking about that

[henry-the-queer-artist]

[wybiebat]

i cannot BELIEVE i haven't posted this here. anyways heres a doodle i made a while ago, based off this

[notenoughdramaaa]

Absolutely no one: crickets

Me: You know what the world needs? A very long Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald fanfic. For no reason. At all. You're welcome.

[summerpact]

Albus using the deathly hallows symbol as an A for his name in his letter to Gellert is very romantic to me.

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

How some people view Dumbledore: Evil Mastermind that manipulates everyone around, is the true embodiment of evil, wants absolute control and a mindless army. And also will poison you with his Veritaserum dosed candy

How I view Albus Dumbledore:

Drawn for the amazing @thick-woollen-socks

[potterharryloves]

[changetheprophecy81]

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, they could never make me hate you

[ijustssnappe]

pomfrey: if you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

mcgonagall: maybe a little tipsy?

dumbledore: drunk.

hagrid: wasted.

snape: dead.

[frostbittenstatic]

some completely normal characters as furries!

[daenakills]

His dark eyes.

Tom Riddle x reader, might delete.

Part 2

warning: obsession, angsty, mentions of death, tom being up for no good. tom being tom basically. short.

'The perfect couple' you were told by your classmates and even teachers when you walked down the halls.

Tom and you had started dating three months ago, three months ago when you declared your love to him and he with an expressionless face told you to date. At that moment, you were very happy, feeling like it was the best day of your life. You were sure many girls wished that they were you.

Before that, you looked at him from a distance, wondering why he stood out among the others. Little by little you realized that his presence invaded your senses, clouded your vision, and innumerable thoughts about him blocked your normal ideas.

The moment he said yes, you got really excited. He was beautiful, with those almost black eyes that looked at you intensely, with black hair that was styled in a very elegant way, and with an intelligence superior to the others.

You still remembered the first month of the relationship, those vacations he spent at Hogwarts since he didn't want to go back to that orphanage where he grew up. You convinced your parents to go on holiday to England alone, after all you went there every summer, and what better time to be with your boyfriend than on holiday.

In the afternoon you found a way to enter his room without some nosy coming, you sat on his bed while he was sitting studying some things. He had many papers on the desk, all neatly arranged by category. He hadn't even flinched at your presence, as if he was something routine. You got up from the bed and proceeded to approach him.

“What are you doing studying? It's the holidays, there are no subjects to study.” You put your hands on his shoulders.

“There is always something to study, wisdom is eternal.” he muttered, as if the words coming out of his mouth were normal for boys still going to Hogwarts. You tried to talk to him a few more times, and each time he found an excuse to answer you curtly but calmly.

You were like this all month, until he confronted you near the ladies' room.

“Look, I'll tell you a few things and I want you to listen carefully. I don't have time for you all the time.” Silence. Silence is what there was when he whispered those words to you.

You waited for that to be all, but he continued. “I don't want you there all the time, either. I thought it would be enough for me to say that I was your boyfriend and to talk to you. But no, it doesn't seem to be enough. This alliance suits us both. You, because you want to be with me and me, because it keeps the professor distracted, who thinks I don't feel anything. So, tell me once and for all if you want to continue.” You were paralysed, until you let your heart win, and you decided that yes, you were going to continue. “I'm surprised you don't cry. At least that's a change.” Yes, you too were surprised that you didn't cry. You had the feeling of crying the whole day, wondering how to hold back the tears and make the words come out.

Tom never specified which teacher thought he didn't feel anything, but after dating him for three months, you came to the conclusion that that professor, whoever they were, was right, Tom doesn't feel.

Now you walked with him through the halls, letting his henchmen (whom he called friends in front of the others, or well, they claimed to be his friends) were a few steps away from you. You didn't talk to Tom. The both of you exchanged the odd word from time to time, just to avoid suspicion.

You used to be unable to keep your feelings, but now you have your hiding place. Behind Tom's back, you had started dating Simon Buxton, from Gryffindor. At first, you avoided Simon since he was always giving you hints that he wanted to be with you.

You were afraid that Tom would find out and do something to you, which was not a surprise. Sometimes at night you would find Tom reading things that were not correct, things about sacrifices.

But after a while, you realized that Tom really wasn't interested in you or your life. So you started sneaking out with Simon, that's what you were headed for right now, you walked away from Tom telling him you were going to find your friends, he kissed you on the forehead and let you go. The other girls around made cute sounds, telling you that you were very lucky, you ignored them.

In a short time you arrived at your hiding place with Simon, that place where they saw each other when they didn't want to be seen, that is, always. You found him already waiting for you a few steps beyond his hiding place, without waiting for him, he pounced on you.

He started kissing you and touching every part of your robe, you tried to stop him, since they weren't in the hideout yet. Without you realizing it, someone else entered the scene. It was Abraxas Malfoy.

He saw you and Simon, and he only needed to see them to go out and report the event to Tom. You continued kissing with Simon, you didn't know what was waiting for you.

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You made it to the room after all your classes, thank Merlin that Simon released you minutes after you told him to stop.

You started to open the door of the room when you realized that it was already open, you went in anyway, thinking that it had only been your mistake. Freaking out when you see Tom, standing up, staring at you in the middle of your room.

“Tom, what are you doing here? Or rather, how did you get in?” You knew the answer to that last question, what you wondered was why he was there.

He completely ignored your two questions, “Do you know what would have happened if it hadn't been Abraxas who saw Simon and you kissing? Total chaos, they'd be out there saying that the perfect couple isn't so perfect. Do you know how it makes me look?” So that's what it was about, how it makes him look.

“I'll be more careful next time.”

“You are funny.” He looked at you with a serious face, he didn't find a hint of humour in it. “It won't happen again because you won't see Simon any more, that disgusting blood traitor.”

“Don't call him that! Besides, if I'm careful, no one is going to find out and no one is going to ruin your oh so precious reputation.”

“It's not just that, darling.” You didn't know why, but that flattery felt full of poison. “You are mine” he came closer to you as he spoke, “You are mine from the moment you first looked at me. I remember your face when I told you that I would be your boyfriend. You looked so excited.” he'd say with fake preoccupation as he touched your face, and for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to remove it, “It doesn't deserve to see that.” His face changed from fake shock to looking completely serious, the more you looked at him, the emptier his black eyes looked.

“Simon pleases me, he listens to me and understands me. He does everything you don't. I think you should find another girl for this.” You said with teary eyes.

“I don't want another girl, I want you!” He grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the door, a few steps behind you. “And I have you, and I won't let you go. Ever. Do you hear me? Ever.”

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You ate your food while you listened to the other girls talk about how tragic the news about Simon were. He had been missing since the day Tom threatened you.

Since that, Tom has wanted to sneak into your room to bite your neck while you cry over Simon at night, taunting you with small whispers, “Are you still crying over the traitor? Mm, too bad, I think you should stop thinking about him, he's not coming back” as his hands encircle your entire body.

At that moment you realize that the professor was wrong, Tom does feel something, the problem it's that it isn't love.