“The shop’s display consisted of a solitary wand lying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. The shop was tiny, empty except for a single, spindly chair in the corner. Thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it.”
What’s the matter, scared of a little lightning?
To those who hadn’t been around Violet long, nothing would have seemed unusual, but those who knew her well knew that when she tied her hair up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes, it meant that the gears and levers of her inventing brain were whirring at top speed.”
-Violet Baudelaire, A Series of Unfortunate Events
“How did you do that?” Mr. Poe asked. “Nice girls shouldn’t know how to do such things.” “My sister is a nice girl,” Klaus said, “and she knows how to do all sorts of things.”
-Klaus Baudelaire, A Series of Unfortunate Events
To Beatrice,
darling, dearest, dead.
You don’t know a thing about me, what I’ve seen… we all need to run.
lightning era ladies
I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
You are all my children. And you’re lost, because you follow blind leaders. But I am here now. I’m here for you…
This is where the frontier pushes back.
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were intelligent children, and they were charming, and resourceful, and had pleasant facial features, but they were extremely unlucky, and most everything that happened to them was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair.
jacquelyn and gustav are done with olaf’s shit
AESTHETICS: Rogue One, the Rebel Alliance squad
→ “What will you do when they catch you? What will you do if they break you? If you continue to fight, what will you become?”
