I told my sister in law "You can't say 'Voldemort' in an airport" (just like you can't say 'bomb') and she looked really surprised and asked me "really?!" and so I had to inform her that no, I was joking.

( This statement contains a significant spoiler about the ending of Harry Potter. )

I got back from Harry Potter about an hour ago and I don't need to tell you my emotions.

The big reveal in the new Harry Potter movie is that Voldemort is Luke Skywalker's father.

I had a series of completely bizarre dreams, such as one where I was playing an arcade style game along the lines of Diamonds except all of the bricks were Pokemon and little Grimers kept attacking the ball (which was a Chansy) and another where Voldemort was chasing me and several other HP characters through these cyclones that had dragons heads ( Read more... )

Jesus fuck, I did not expect this--I knew I'd cry at the actual NYC premiere and certainly at the movie, but I didn't think LOOKING AT STUPID PICTURES ON TUMBLR could make me tear up and make my heart flutter with excitement and sadness and JUST SO MANY FEELINGS FUCKKKKK.

My nails are now properly spirited.

OotP was my favorite for a long time and possibly still is because I ADORE all the Order/Marauders stuff and I love the explanation of the prophecy and everything.

THE DEATHLY HALLOWS NYC PREMIERE IS 11 JULY AND I'M PRETTY SURE I'M JUST GONNA STRAIGHT-UP TAKE OFF WORK.

And I'd like to point out that I did in fact cry all over HPB last night when Dumbledore died.