Hotel Del Luna | Jang Man Weol’s Hairstyles | Eps 1-10

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Can you believe the Schuyler Sisters won the superbowl

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen

Damn i love my fandome !!!!!

The best of Tumblr: Harry Potter

(The best of Tumblr: Marvel, The best of Tumblr: Disney)

This is an art of some weeks ago, I was rereading The Cursed Child and ….I don’t know, I just love Scorbus. I know that the cursed child is not much appreciated, but I can not help it..I love them! sorry!!

“You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? It was I who invented them — I, the Half-Blood Prince! And you’d turn my inventions on me, like your filthy father, would you? I don’t think so … no!” (Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince)

it was inevitable for me to eventually draw this crossover too,,

Indeed there is no words !!!!

There is no words to say how much I love this.

Have respect for that character !!!

“Minerva, you don’t have children…”

When James Potter was caught out of bed, pacing, wringing his hands, because his father was away on a mission (fight me), she had wrapped an arm around him and had escorted him into her office, whereupon she had given him tea and a biscuit, distracting him with talk of Quidditch.

“You don’t have children…”

She was one of the few people (outside the Marauders) who could see right through Sirius’ mask and when she saw him receive the envelope that contained a tiny piece of tapestry, she marched him into her office and told him that quite frankly, she was proud of him for having the strength to leave that horrid house, and that now he could show his true potential and “No, Mister B-Sirius, I don’t think you’ll ever have to worry about ending up in Azkaban because you’re not like them.”

“You don’t have children…”

Before there was a stag, a dog, and a rat, there was a cat, bravely entering the Shrieking Shack to make sure that Remus Lupin was all right. She stayed with him until dawn and sent him chocolate for a week thereafter.

“You don’t have children…”

She knew that Peter Pettigrew was going to cry before he did. She was trained in seeing the signs. And sure enough, he burst into tears, telling her that he might as well be a Squib. And she gave him a biscuit (he took two) before firmly telling him that he had the makings of a great wizard and he had loyal friends to boot.

“You don’t have children…”

She saw the Dark Mark on Regulus Black’s arm. She saw the fear in his eyes. And though he wasn’t one of her own, she still caught him in the corridor and told him that Sirius had spent the morning bragging about how quickly Regulus had captured the Snitch. Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds. It was a record. He interrupted her class at least seven times to talk about it. That’s how proud he was. And there was no mistaking the sparkle in Regulus’ eye, the skip in his step as he walked away.

“You don’t have children…”

She held Lily’s hand as Sirius and Remus fretted over a passed-out James. And with a scream, a push, and a cry, a new baby entered the world. Lily held him first, of course. And then he was passed to her, to hold close. She was the first one to mention that he had Lily’s eyes.

“You don’t have children…”

She protested, loudly, when he was placed with his aunt and uncle. She kept an eye on him at the schoolyard, using a bit of magic here and there to help him escape the bullies. She sent him his first broom. She cried when he caught the Snitch and again when he lay in the Hospital Wing. She did everything within her power to protect him. From jinxed brooms. From an escaped murderer. From a corrupted government. She watched over him for years. She screamed, louder than anyone, when she saw his dead body. And when the battle was over, she was the first to reach him, tears falling down her face. 

“You don’t have children…”

She was there for James’ birth, for Albus’ birth (”Really, Potter, Albus?”) and for Lily’s birth. She came to Sunday brunch and she came to tea. She sent presents during Christmas and birthdays. She knew everyone’s favorite book, color, and food.

“You don’t have children…”

She was always there for him. She always would be.

“You don’t have children…”

She had dozens of children.

Including one very ungrateful son.

Jang Uk feels absolute horror when he realises that not only is his mere existence the source of the original torment & suffering of the only woman he’s ever loved and gladly died for,but also that she died for the second time because of him. That the answer to the question Yeong wanted so desperately ask before she ran wild has been him all along. 

First his birth had destroyed her life and took away her family and innocence because he was the King’s Star and later she died like a beast because he possessed the ice stone and fell in love with her, making him realise his love has truly become a poison to her. 

Jang Uk has known Yeong led a bleak, desolate and tragic life and now he finds out he unwittingly caused it, scarring her forever, so the knowledge wrecks him and kills him inside out all over again, even more than her sword ever could. He wishes he never came back from the dead. In a cruel twist of fate, he turns out to be the source of pain and sorrow to the only woman he only ever wanted to make happy and protect.

The news about his real father shock Uk, anger him and sadden him but it is the realisation of inadvertently destroying his lover’s life and being the reason for Yeong’s brutal death which causes him excruciating agony and anguish and drive him mad.

Even the tears in his eyes during the parentage reveal belong to her as well, he silently weeps for her lost life and brutal death. It reveals that no matter how much he cares about his parentage, he loves Yeong more than anything, more than his pride, himself and life itself.

Ever since finding out the truth about his unwitting role in Yeong’s misery and torment, Jang Uk has been living with a constant guilt, his life a neverending agony, but he never stops loving her, the memory of her being the only thing which has kept him going for so long.