“And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead.”
You see, this is how it should have been. I wish that this wasn’t just a behind-the-scene photo. I wish that it had happened like this. Exactly like in the book. Voldemort died like anyone else. And it’s amazing how in the book, J.K. Rowling actually used his name. He was humanized in death. And I wish that they had shown that, instead of showing him do an imitation of the Corpse Bride.
Because it’s really important:
Tom Riddle was humanized in death.
(…not to mention that, if I remember correctly, it happened in the Great Hall in front of everyone…)
13 years of having the period and I can’t come to civil terms with it. I hate it so much, I feel like I’m dying of how painful this month’s cramps are.
I’ve been taking 3 Advils for the pain but it seems like is not enough. I really hate my life right now.
When I was thirteen I didn’t really think, okay, this is the way my character’s gonna go and she’s gonna end up like Maleficent and it’s gonna be great. When I started, I didn’t have a plan for her. It sounds really gross and pretentious, but I kinda grew with her, as an actress, while she grew as a character.