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"who are the top ten fictional characters you've ever stanned?"

um wow so this is not going to be a totally accurate list because i couldn’t possibly remember everyone because i’m spacey and stan too many characters? but i’ll give it a shot.

  1. katniss everdeen, the hunger games. i’m not sure that it’s possible to read thg and not stan katniss? she’s great and she’s awful and selfish and lost and completely out of her depth most of the time but she tries and she’s got all of these biases and she’s stubborn and proud and horribly, horribly fragile and i just really love her? and i think it’s fascinating that she spends so much time resenting her mother for falling apart when her father died, but that when it comes to it and the person she’s built her entire life around dies, she reacts almost exactly the same way. i just have a thing for characters that are so determined to be different from their parents but end up exactly like them?
  2. sirius black, harry potter.because hideously damaged morally grey but convinced they’re good characters are my favorites. sometimes stanning sirius is super difficult because like a good portion of hp characters his fanbase is largely terrible and completely off base about everything? but he’s fascinating because the blacks are a fascinating family and he’s so convinced that he’s right a good portion of the time but he’s just not and he’s made himself believe that he’s better than his family and he’s left their beliefs behind but there’s no way he ever could and he’s horrible and cruel and childish and thoughtless and just really interesting?
  3. sansa stark, a song of ice and fire.sansa is basically the best okay. like, she’s one that i knew i was going to adore before i even started reading/watching just from what i’d seen people saying on tumblr. because sansa is a survivor and that’s one of my favorite kinds of character. like, she’s thirteenish and she’s been super sheltered her whole life and she’s surrounded by enemies and forced into this horrific abusive relationship and she sees her father killed and her sister’s probably dead and her brother’s off fighting a war and not saving her, and she’s literally never even been away from home before but she keeps herself alive. and she learns to play the game and she keeps her head down and stays quiet and learns and someday she’ll come back and take everything that the world owes her because she’ll know how and she’ll make them love her and sansa stark is absolutely the best character.
  4. dean winchester, supernatural. up to season five anyway because i’ve never watched six on and it seems like thing get inconsistent there. but basically dean is tragic and heartbreaking and generally ugh and hides everything that’s wrong with him under old music and obsessing over his car and random flings and teasing sammy and pie and stupid jokes and drinking but he’s basically spent his life keeping himself and everyone else from falling apart. super faulted but i love him, basically? actually everyone i love is super faulted.
  5. the careers, the hunger games. they’re a group since we know so little about them individually. but completely fucked up child soldiers?? the entire idea behind them is just fascinating and i wish we’d gotten to see more of any of the career districts and to know what exactly goes into the training and all of it? they’re raised to see the games as an honor and that winning is basically the only thing that makes them worth anything and the fact that they volunteer and chill together and don’t even seem to initially be freaking the fuck out about the fact that they’re going to die is just really interesting and i wish we’d gotten to see more of more career victors because i think they’ve all (especially the d2s) been taught that the capitol is basically doing them a favor and so seeing how they really handle the reality of things after the games would be super interesting? also i desperately want to know about re-forming the career districts after the war because you know there’s some seriously indoctrinated kids there and reteaching everything would be fascinating and i just want to know everything.
  6. narcissa malfoy, harry potter. i basically stan everyone from the black family but narcissa especially because perfect daughter? like, bella is off being crazy and taking on a traditionally masculine role and if pureblood society is a bit like i imagine it everyone was side eying her pretty hard on that one, and andromeda’s running away with a muggleborn and having a half-blood kid and completely embarassing the whole family, and so it basically falls on narcissa, who as the youngest would generally be expected to have the least pressure put on her, to be a proper example of the family and to do everything right. and she does. and not only does she do everything that her sisters failed to, she also does it exceptionally well. she marries well, has a perfect son, ensures that her husband doesn’t go to jail and her son always has a father even though it means cutting off ties with the only sister she has left, and more or less just runs everything from behind the scenes like the fabulous lady she is. and yeah overall narcissa is just super interesting and i wish we knew more about her but at the same time i’m not sure i do because jkr might not go the way i’d want her to with things because lbr jkr does some questionable shit.
  7. johanna mason, the hunger games. johanna is like my favorite of all the victors that we actually get to know. basically i love the fact that she went into the games willing to play, faking weak and stupid and utterly uninteresting and then turned around and made it through, and wasn’t willing to play anymore. she’s always seemed a lot like katniss to me, someone who seems really strong but is actually super fragile and basically hanging on by a thread and hiding behind all this bravado and stuff and i love it? i wish we’d actually gotten more on what happened to her after the war because girl was not just gonna go off and live some happy little life- she was way too warped by everything that had happened to her and still vindictive and angry and made cruel by years of being a pawn and basically i just want all the johanna mason.
  8. lily evans, harry potter. i’ve gone into detail before about why exactly i adore lily evans before so i won’t say too much here. but basically brilliant muggleborn queen in an awful time who had the guts to stand up for herself and for others and who loved her son enough to die for him and wasn’t perfect and wasn’t some saint was really just a twenty one year old kid with a good life ahead of her who gave it all up for a chance that her son could live and ugh lily.
  9. primrose everdeen, the hunger games. i mean it’s hard to actually say how well we ever get to know prim because katniss has such blinders and prim is more or less eternally seven years old in katniss’s mind so she’s constantly held back by that. but. even though katniss is the family’s main provider is seems like prim is just as capable but in a completely different way. she seems from the little glimpses that we get, that in some ways she’s actually emotionally stronger than katniss, or at least on her way there by mockingjay when she’s already a war medic and knows how much she needs to keep from her mother and tries to help everyone she can and is just generally interesting?
  10. fleur delacour, harry potter. best witch in all of france, okay? but seriously what is there not to adore about fleur? she’s brilliant and confident and brave and has no problem calling people out on their bullshit even when it’s her future mother in law, and accepts said future mother in law’s half assed apologies gracefully and loves her husband despite a possibly crippling illness (because they have no idea what’s going to happen with bill at first but she never even thinks about leaving) and fights in a war that she could very easily run from and tolerates people judging her on being beautiful and is just basically flawless? 

that actually ended up horrifically long and rambly and just generally bizarre but um… yeah. and those are in no particular order and i know hp and thg are overwhelming things but I CAN’T HELP IT those are my main fandoms sort of.



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60 handsome men: Jesse Williams. 20/60 (not in particular order.)

60 handsome men: Jesse Williams.

20/60 (not in particular order.)



there will come a time • • • a post-war fanmix for katniss everdeen hope for now, city and colour »»» i’m at the mercy of the ghost // how can i instill such hope, but be left with none of my own? // what if i could sing just one song and it might save somebody’s life sad savior, taking back sunday »»» skin against skin covering bone, the body you’re in is aggressively slim. yeah, you earned the clothes you put on it to cover up where you’ve been // you don’t have to pretend to be important anymore // your anxious tongue spills cautious words, its gotten so used to being misunderstood. you do your best to control it, just remind yourself that you car // you don’t have to pretend to be important anymore day old hate, city and colour »»» now you still speak of day old hate though your whole world has gone up into flames and isn’t it great to find that you’re really worth nothing // the things we do just to stay alive // the things we do just to keep ourselves alive in the water i am beautiful, city and colour »»» and i know its not to get away from me, you just need a change of scenery so strange how everything went wrong so fast and i hope that this confusion does not last // and when you ask do you love me i should reply with yes most certainly i always hesitate there’s something lingering // these words might be, too little too late, and i’m afraid that i have already lost you run for your life, the fray »»» seventeen years by her side, you broke the same bread and wore the same clothes and said we’re sisters with nothing between if one of us fall the other will soon be following // both of you fell the same day and you don’t know why but one of you never woke up // you laid your body down on the floor, you’re desperate to hear her footsteps again but this house is on fire and we need to go // oh, you don’t have to go it alone only if for a night, florence & the machine »»» and i had a dream about my old school and she was there all pink and gold and glittering i threw my arms around her legs and came to weeping // and i heard your voice as clear as day and you told me i should concentrate it was all so strange and so surreal that a ghost should be so practical // and the only solution was to stand and fight and my body was bruised and i was set alight but she came over me like some holy rite and although i was burning, you’re the only light little hell, city and colour »»» what if i can’t be all that you need me to be // what if everything’s just the way that it will be could it be that i am meant to cause you all this grief // and my aim is steady and true as it’s been right from the start // there’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me from my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories // if we could just hang a mirror on the bedroom wall, stare into the past and forget it all // will we get out of this little hell? empty, ray lamontagne »»» i never learned to count my blessings i choose instead to dwell in my disasters // well, i looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said “do your best, destroy me. you see, i’ve been to hell and back so many times, i must admit you kinda bore me.” // there’s a lot of things that can kill a man, there’s a lot of ways to die, yes, and some already dead that walk beside me // will i always feel this way, so empty, so estranged? rest in bed, laura marling »»» all that i have are these bones and all that i want is a home and all you can do is promise me bold that you won’t let me grow dark or cold as long as we both shall live don’t let me go, the summer set »»» feeling like a ghost in the middle of a crowded room, i’m alone, a stranger in my own town // spinning in the back yard where i grew up, lost a piece of me inside that house. the top of that tree was the top of the world but now it’s gone, not a root left in the ground // just a memory, i’m chasing better days, but i’m far behind, am i still alive? // cause the hardest part is holding on, when everything has come undone, yeah everybody needs someone little talks, of monsters and men »»» i don’t like walking around this old and empty house (so hold my hand, i’ll walk with you my dear) // some days i can’t even trust myself (it’s killing me to see you this way) // there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back (well tell her that i miss our little talks) soon it will all be over and buried with our past // you’re gone gone gone away, i watched you disappear all that’s left is a ghost of you now we’re torn torn torn apart, there’s nothing we can do (just let me go we’ll meet again soon) now wait wait wait for me please hang around winter winds, mumford & sons »»» was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? for every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt // let the memories be good for those who stay // and if your strife strikes at your sleep remember spring swaps snow for leaves you’ll be happy and wholesome again when the city clears and sun ascends night terror, laura marling »»» i woke up and he was screaming, i’d left him dreaming // i roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper, if they want you, then they’re gonna have to fight me coming to terms, carolina liar »»» i’m coming to terms i’m starting to learn this ain’t all it’s cracked up to be cause i’m using you, you’re using me it’s never as easy as we believe // cause this hurts, i can’t leave i understand, but can you i’m just scared, you’re lonely // everyone knows you’re better than me // is this what you need? am i what you need? sloom, of monsters and men »»» the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories // i met a man today and he smiled back at me, now there are thoughts like these that keep me on my feet, that keep me on my feet we found each other in the dark, city and colour »»» we found each other in the dark and when the smoke does finally pass we will rise above all the ash // cause we’re gonna live at last blackbird, alter bridge »»» the fragile cannot endure, the wrecked and the jaded a place so impure the static of this cruel world cause some birds to fly long before they’ve seen their day // know that you made such a difference, all you leave behind will live to the end, the cycle of suffering goes on, but memories of you stay strong after the storm, mumford & sons »»» and after the storm, i run and run as the rains come and i look up, i look up, on my knees and out of luck, i look up // and i took you by the hand and we stood tall, and remembered our own land, what we lived for // well i guess i’ll just go home, oh god knows where, because death is just so full and man so small // well i’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before // and there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears, and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

there will come a time • • • a post-war fanmix for katniss everdeen

hope for now, city and colour »»» i’m at the mercy of the ghost // how can i instill such hope, but be left with none of my own? // what if i could sing just one song and it might save somebody’s life

sad savior, taking back sunday »»» skin against skin covering bone, the body you’re in is aggressively slim. yeah, you earned the clothes you put on it to cover up where you’ve been // you don’t have to pretend to be important anymore // your anxious tongue spills cautious words, its gotten so used to being misunderstood. you do your best to control it, just remind yourself that you car // you don’t have to pretend to be important anymore

day old hate, city and colour »»» now you still speak of day old hate though your whole world has gone up into flames and isn’t it great to find that you’re really worth nothing // the things we do just to stay alive // the things we do just to keep ourselves alive

in the water i am beautiful, city and colour »»» and i know its not to get away from me, you just need a change of scenery so strange how everything went wrong so fast and i hope that this confusion does not last // and when you ask do you love me i should reply with yes most certainly i always hesitate there’s something lingering // these words might be, too little too late, and i’m afraid that i have already lost you

run for your life, the fray »»» seventeen years by her side, you broke the same bread and wore the same clothes and said we’re sisters with nothing between if one of us fall the other will soon be following // both of you fell the same day and you don’t know why but one of you never woke up // you laid your body down on the floor, you’re desperate to hear her footsteps again but this house is on fire and we need to go // oh, you don’t have to go it alone

only if for a night, florence & the machine »»» and i had a dream about my old school and she was there all pink and gold and glittering i threw my arms around her legs and came to weeping // and i heard your voice as clear as day and you told me i should concentrate it was all so strange and so surreal that a ghost should be so practical // and the only solution was to stand and fight and my body was bruised and i was set alight but she came over me like some holy rite and although i was burning, you’re the only light

little hell, city and colour »»» what if i can’t be all that you need me to be // what if everything’s just the way that it will be could it be that i am meant to cause you all this grief // and my aim is steady and true as it’s been right from the start // there’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me from my haunted past comes a daunting task of living through memories // if we could just hang a mirror on the bedroom wall, stare into the past and forget it all // will we get out of this little hell?

empty, ray lamontagne »»» i never learned to count my blessings i choose instead to dwell in my disasters // well, i looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said “do your best, destroy me. you see, i’ve been to hell and back so many times, i must admit you kinda bore me.” // there’s a lot of things that can kill a man, there’s a lot of ways to die, yes, and some already dead that walk beside me // will i always feel this way, so empty, so estranged?

rest in bed, laura marling »»» all that i have are these bones and all that i want is a home and all you can do is promise me bold that you won’t let me grow dark or cold as long as we both shall live

don’t let me go, the summer set »»» feeling like a ghost in the middle of a crowded room, i’m alone, a stranger in my own town // spinning in the back yard where i grew up, lost a piece of me inside that house. the top of that tree was the top of the world but now it’s gone, not a root left in the ground // just a memory, i’m chasing better days, but i’m far behind, am i still alive? // cause the hardest part is holding on, when everything has come undone, yeah everybody needs someone

little talks, of monsters and men »»» i don’t like walking around this old and empty house (so hold my hand, i’ll walk with you my dear) // some days i can’t even trust myself (it’s killing me to see you this way) // there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back (well tell her that i miss our little talks) soon it will all be over and buried with our past // you’re gone gone gone away, i watched you disappear all that’s left is a ghost of you now we’re torn torn torn apart, there’s nothing we can do (just let me go we’ll meet again soon) now wait wait wait for me please hang around

winter winds, mumford & sons »»» was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? for every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt // let the memories be good for those who stay // and if your strife strikes at your sleep remember spring swaps snow for leaves you’ll be happy and wholesome again when the city clears and sun ascends

night terror, laura marling »»» i woke up and he was screaming, i’d left him dreaming // i roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper, if they want you, then they’re gonna have to fight me

coming to terms, carolina liar »»» i’m coming to terms i’m starting to learn this ain’t all it’s cracked up to be cause i’m using you, you’re using me it’s never as easy as we believe // cause this hurts, i can’t leave i understand, but can you i’m just scared, you’re lonely // everyone knows you’re better than me // is this what you need? am i what you need?

sloom, of monsters and men »»» the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories // i met a man today and he smiled back at me, now there are thoughts like these that keep me on my feet, that keep me on my feet

we found each other in the dark, city and colour »»» we found each other in the dark and when the smoke does finally pass we will rise above all the ash // cause we’re gonna live at last

blackbird, alter bridge »»» the fragile cannot endure, the wrecked and the jaded a place so impure the static of this cruel world cause some birds to fly long before they’ve seen their day // know that you made such a difference, all you leave behind will live to the end, the cycle of suffering goes on, but memories of you stay strong

after the storm, mumford & sons »»» and after the storm, i run and run as the rains come and i look up, i look up, on my knees and out of luck, i look up // and i took you by the hand and we stood tall, and remembered our own land, what we lived for // well i guess i’ll just go home, oh god knows where, because death is just so full and man so small // well i’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before // and there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears, and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair


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why do all these people think that Finnick has blonde hair and blue eyes CAN YOU NOT READ or are you just an idiot omfg



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15 reasons why Harry James Potter is better than you - because he’s free (and there’s all the difference in the world) Harry is brave, Harry is this, Harry is that, Harry is etc, what is Harry? It all comes down to freedom. Always. Why? Harry does things because he chooses to do them. It doesn’t matter what anyone tells him, it doesn’t matter if he knows he shouldn’t, it doesn’t matter if there’s a stupid prophecy. It doesn’t matter at all. Nothing matters, really. I think it’s easy to say that Harry fights Voldemort because of the prophecy, or because he doesn’t have a choice but. We always have a choice. I think it would have been extremely easy for Harry to - many times - just not do anything, not to go after Voldemort, not to try saving everyone, to do everything that he didn’t do. At any moment he could have given up, he chose not to, at any moment he could have made an entirely different choice ; at the end of Deathly Hallows he ran to his death but he could have run away. But that’s not who he is, and that’s not what he does. It’s kind of safe to say that the choice was made in first year, from the start, from the minute he knew how his parents died and why, and all the years after were only a reaffirmation of this choice ; he just kept choosing to do “the right thing” (to him) (to mostly everyone though). He’s said it himself : he’s known it for years. And he doesn’t care, because that’s what he has to do; or rather it’s what he thinks he has to do and he does it because he has this tendency to believe he’s the one who has to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. But it always comes back to a choice. A single, unique moment, a choice. He chose to not be a Slytherin, he chose to be friends with Ron rather than with Malfoy, he chose to go after the troll, he chose to go after Snape Quirrell because he feels like no one else would have done it. He chose to go into the Chamber of Secrets, he chose to save Pettigrew, he chose to oppose the ministry when then try to tell him what to do, he rebels against what he thinks is wrong, he goes to the ministry to save Sirius and doesn’t check if it’s true or not because the idea of a life without Sirius is unbearable to him and because if there’s a chance of doing something, he’ll take it. He chose the Horcruxes instead of the Hallows, he chose to go into the forest instead of running away. He chose to go with Hagrid on his eleventh birthday, and he could have not.  But Harry is free because he doesn’t have a choice. He has to live without parents, he has to live without knowing who he really is, he has to refrain from being who he really is because he will be punished, he has to stay in a cupboard because it feels like he’s too much for this world and he has to live his cupboard to fight a war that he could really have done without. His life is pretty much the worst and yet he still manages to see the good sides, to love, to laugh, to be happy, to fight, to live; he chooses to live. He chooses to live the life he has and that he hasn’t chosen, and he chooses what life is going to be. He doesn’t stand there waiting for life to happen because it has already done the worst to him and what’s the point, but he makes it happen, the way he wants to make it happen, to make it better, and to make it worth living. And he chooses a life for himself that gets extented to a life for everyone else (a life without voldemort) because he wants no one to have the life he had (a life without parents, a life with fear and danger and the feeling of death always present). The way out of the cupboard is the way to himself and that doesn’t mean anything but that’s the point. Harry is free because he’s the boy who lived, the world sees him as the boy who lived, but he sets out and chooses to be Harry, just Harry. Does it even matter why Harry does what he does? People do things all the time. It’s hard to write about Harry and freedom without talking about everything he is because everything he is, is freedom. He chooses to fight because there’s always something worth fighting for. And because it’s our choices and not our abilities that make who we truly are. And stuff. Who cares? He does it. But we could object that there’s choice and choice. And. Yes. Not all choices are equal. Some are day-changing, some are life-threatening, some are just choices. Except all of them actually are only choices. So it doesn’t matter why he does it. He just does. !! Harry is free because he’s human, because there’s always a choice, but it’s not being free that makes Harry exceptional (everyone is free!). We are free as soon as we are alive, so saying “Harry is free because” literally has no meaning. Harry is free because he’s free, period. But what’s the difference? We all do things because we choose to do them. So what makes him so special (because he is) ? Because Harry knows that he’s free, and knowing it, he makes it happen, and he chooses to be free. He is 100% at the origin of his own freedom. His choices are made while fully knowing what they imply and all that. And he will take responsibility. Because he chose to and he knows what he was getting himself into. This is what freedom is. Not doing what we want, not wanting something and making it happen, just doing something and accepting the responsibility and all the consequences that come with the choice. It makes him the best because when he chooses to fight Voldemort he doesn’t do it because he can, because it’s cool, because Voldemort is after him anyway but because he feels Voldemort has to be destroyed and if he can make that happen, he will. He fights for what he believes in and doesn’t think that nothing he does will be able to change it. Because he can change it, and everyone can change things no matter how much the situation seems complicated. Because when everyone insults him and mocks him and makes his life hell he doesn’t change his mind and he doesn’t pretend to be anything else than what he is because he made his choice(s) and he stays true to himself, and he goes with the consequences because there are the consequences and he knew that before even knowing what they were going to be. Harry is not the only example of freedom (in the world, in the HP series, whatever) obviously but I think he’s the best because of all of these reasons. Harry embraces his freedom completely and doesn’t wander around pretending freedom doesn’t exist. He chooses to do all that he does instead of having it thrown in his face, he chooses to fight Voldemort rather than letting Voldemort fight him. He chooses to do things because he wants to choose them. He chooses to be free and not simply sit there waiting that his fate catches him. Because fate. IS BULLSHIT. There’s no such thing as fate. It wasn’t fate that decided to kill his parents, and it wasn’t fate that gave him his scar, it wasn’t fate that made him a little boy soldier who shouldn’t have had to live all of that. It was just life, and you can’t do anything against what has life has done to you, except fight back and take the control of your life in the best way you can. And from the start to the end that’s what Harry does. And it’s not fate that made him win, in the end, it’s just life, the situation that was at that time, because he could have lost, and he could have died, and a lot of things could have happened but they didn’t because life happens in only one way, and what could have been will never be and it doesn’t even matter. There is only life. And freedom because life is freedom and freedom is life and HARRY IS FREEEEEEEEEE. AND SO ARE YOU!!!!! But in the end, he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world. Harry chooses his life, Harry chooses to be free, and there is all the difference in the world.
15 reasons why Harry James Potter is better than you
- because he’s free (and there’s all the difference in the world)

Harry is brave, Harry is this, Harry is that, Harry is etc, what is Harry? It all comes down to freedom. Always. Why? Harry does things because he chooses to do them. It doesn’t matter what anyone tells him, it doesn’t matter if he knows he shouldn’t, it doesn’t matter if there’s a stupid prophecy. It doesn’t matter at all. Nothing matters, really. I think it’s easy to say that Harry fights Voldemort because of the prophecy, or because he doesn’t have a choice but. We always have a choice. I think it would have been extremely easy for Harry to - many times - just not do anything, not to go after Voldemort, not to try saving everyone, to do everything that he didn’t do. At any moment he could have given up, he chose not to, at any moment he could have made an entirely different choice ; at the end of Deathly Hallows he ran to his death but he could have run away. But that’s not who he is, and that’s not what he does. It’s kind of safe to say that the choice was made in first year, from the start, from the minute he knew how his parents died and why, and all the years after were only a reaffirmation of this choice ; he just kept choosing to do “the right thing” (to him) (to mostly everyone though). He’s said it himself : he’s known it for years. And he doesn’t care, because that’s what he has to do; or rather it’s what he thinks he has to do and he does it because he has this tendency to believe he’s the one who has to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. But it always comes back to a choice. A single, unique moment, a choice. He chose to not be a Slytherin, he chose to be friends with Ron rather than with Malfoy, he chose to go after the troll, he chose to go after Snape Quirrell because he feels like no one else would have done it. He chose to go into the Chamber of Secrets, he chose to save Pettigrew, he chose to oppose the ministry when then try to tell him what to do, he rebels against what he thinks is wrong, he goes to the ministry to save Sirius and doesn’t check if it’s true or not because the idea of a life without Sirius is unbearable to him and because if there’s a chance of doing something, he’ll take it. He chose the Horcruxes instead of the Hallows, he chose to go into the forest instead of running away. He chose to go with Hagrid on his eleventh birthday, and he could have not. 

But Harry is free because he doesn’t have a choice. He has to live without parents, he has to live without knowing who he really is, he has to refrain from being who he really is because he will be punished, he has to stay in a cupboard because it feels like he’s too much for this world and he has to live his cupboard to fight a war that he could really have done without. His life is pretty much the worst and yet he still manages to see the good sides, to love, to laugh, to be happy, to fight, to live; he chooses to live. He chooses to live the life he has and that he hasn’t chosen, and he chooses what life is going to be. He doesn’t stand there waiting for life to happen because it has already done the worst to him and what’s the point, but he makes it happen, the way he wants to make it happen, to make it better, and to make it worth living. And he chooses a life for himself that gets extented to a life for everyone else (a life without voldemort) because he wants no one to have the life he had (a life without parents, a life with fear and danger and the feeling of death always present). The way out of the cupboard is the way to himself and that doesn’t mean anything but that’s the point. Harry is free because he’s the boy who lived, the world sees him as the boy who lived, but he sets out and chooses to be Harry, just Harry.

Does it even matter why Harry does what he does? People do things all the time. It’s hard to write about Harry and freedom without talking about everything he is because everything he is, is freedom. He chooses to fight because there’s always something worth fighting for. And because it’s our choices and not our abilities that make who we truly are. And stuff. Who cares? He does it. But we could object that there’s choice and choice. And. Yes. Not all choices are equal. Some are day-changing, some are life-threatening, some are just choices. Except all of them actually are only choices. So it doesn’t matter why he does it. He just does. !!

Harry is free because he’s human, because there’s always a choice, but it’s not being free that makes Harry exceptional (everyone is free!). We are free as soon as we are alive, so saying “Harry is free because” literally has no meaning. Harry is free because he’s free, period. But what’s the difference? We all do things because we choose to do them. So what makes him so special (because he is) ? Because Harry knows that he’s free, and knowing it, he makes it happen, and he chooses to be free. He is 100% at the origin of his own freedom. His choices are made while fully knowing what they imply and all that. And he will take responsibility. Because he chose to and he knows what he was getting himself into. This is what freedom is. Not doing what we want, not wanting something and making it happen, just doing something and accepting the responsibility and all the consequences that come with the choice. It makes him the best because when he chooses to fight Voldemort he doesn’t do it because he can, because it’s cool, because Voldemort is after him anyway but because he feels Voldemort has to be destroyed and if he can make that happen, he will. He fights for what he believes in and doesn’t think that nothing he does will be able to change it. Because he can change it, and everyone can change things no matter how much the situation seems complicated. Because when everyone insults him and mocks him and makes his life hell he doesn’t change his mind and he doesn’t pretend to be anything else than what he is because he made his choice(s) and he stays true to himself, and he goes with the consequences because there are the consequences and he knew that before even knowing what they were going to be. Harry is not the only example of freedom (in the world, in the HP series, whatever) obviously but I think he’s the best because of all of these reasons.

Harry embraces his freedom completely and doesn’t wander around pretending freedom doesn’t exist. He chooses to do all that he does instead of having it thrown in his face, he chooses to fight Voldemort rather than letting Voldemort fight him. He chooses to do things because he wants to choose them. He chooses to be free and not simply sit there waiting that his fate catches him. Because fate. IS BULLSHIT. There’s no such thing as fate. It wasn’t fate that decided to kill his parents, and it wasn’t fate that gave him his scar, it wasn’t fate that made him a little boy soldier who shouldn’t have had to live all of that. It was just life, and you can’t do anything against what has life has done to you, except fight back and take the control of your life in the best way you can. And from the start to the end that’s what Harry does. And it’s not fate that made him win, in the end, it’s just life, the situation that was at that time, because he could have lost, and he could have died, and a lot of things could have happened but they didn’t because life happens in only one way, and what could have been will never be and it doesn’t even matter. There is only life. And freedom because life is freedom and freedom is life and HARRY IS FREEEEEEEEEE. AND SO ARE YOU!!!!! But in the end, he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.

Harry chooses his life, Harry chooses to be free, and there is all the difference in the world.