THE CONJURING (2013)
dir. James Wan
HARRY POTTER MEME ϟ [1/8] CHARACTERS
I’m not afraid of the name, Professor. I’m going to tell you something, something others have only guessed at. It’s true. I am the Chosen One. Only I can destroy him. But in order to do so, I need to know what Tom Riddle asked you that night in your office all those years ago. And I need to know what you told him. Be brave, Professor, be brave like my mother. Otherwise, you disgrace her. Otherwise, she died for nothing. Otherwise, the bowl will remain empty forever.
Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter in the Harry Potter series (2001 - 2011)
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A wise man once told me, ‘family don’t end in blood.’ But it doesn’t start there either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them. Family is there, for the good, bad, all of it. They got your back, even when it hurts. That’s family.
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VEGASCON 2018 - Main panel: Well … I could say I am sorry, but …
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↳ Prompt: Sam + FBI Disguise
Feminism is not here to dictate to you. It’s not prescriptive, it’s not dogmatic. All we are here to do is give you a choice. If you want to run for President, you can. If you don’t, that’s wonderful, too. I’m lucky I was raised to believe that my opinion at the dinner table was valuable. My mum and I spoke as loudly as my brothers.
For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.
angry little tree
This is it! This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is going to strike the clock tower at precisely 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night! If… If we could somehow harness this lightning… channel it into the flux capacitor… it just might work. Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future!
“That’s what everybody says but, with all due respect, Miss, I’m not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on. C'mon, give me your hand. You don’t want to do this.”