HOW DID NO ONE NOTICE?!
Alright. This scene. I loved this scene. It’s not that I don’t like Peter’s more compassionate/caring side (on those rare occasions he decides to show it) but, maaaan. THIS. SCENE. Look at him, just LOOK AT HIM. Look at the fucking face. Peter’s channeled his anger and now he’s working on bringing himself back, and it’s so controlled and so fucking deadly. You do not want to fuck with Peter Hale because he will, quite literally, rip your fucking face off then casually wipe his hands with his convenient face-ripping-off-post-clean-up hankie.
Look at that bastard shaking his head. He’s got a gun on him and he gives zero shits, he knows the sheriff won’t shoot him. That can be a ‘shame on you two’ head shake or it can be a ‘no, you don’t want to engage me right now’ head shake. Either way, it’s fucking awesome.
Then he walks away. Just turns his back and walks away because Peter Fucking Hale knows ain’t no one going to try and stop him. Good luck with the whole corpse thing.
WHAT A FUCKING PATHETIC PIECE OF TRASH I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW
That moment in your childhood when you realize that Diagon Alley is just the word diagonally….
And the Mirror of Erised is just the word desire backwards.
Didn’t even realize. Does that mean Knockturn Alley is nocturnally (dark/night)?
Yes, and Grimmauld Place is a play on grim old place.
And Dumbledore is just a dumb old door