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i love when in snily fics where snape is like "im just a disgusting pervert for wanting to hold lilys hand and kiss her. im taking advantage of our friendship. im repulsive, she'd never want me."

meanwhile lily is sighing dreamily and kicking her feet daydreaming about tying severus up, throwing him in the black lake and watching the giant squid diddle him.

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I really hate the portrayal of Lily Evans as mary sue and Severus Snape as creepy stalker, because no doubt Lily would've griefed just as bitterly if Severus was the one assassinated.

They spent roughly eight years together & assumingly every summer together in boring Cokeworth. That sort of adjacency birthes the kind of friendship that makes you feel like your souls are intertwined, but also resent with no rhyme or reason.

I mean,

Lily & Severus who have stupid inside jokes. Who can read each other's expressions. Who revert back into their eight-year-old selves around each other. Who argue over the tiniest things and go back to normal without even thinking of apologising or talking things over.

Lily, who taught Severus how to rollerskate, and Severus, who taught her how to cast dark spells.

Before Hogwarts, they would've had their own magical brotherhood that had nothing to do with muggle-borns vs Death eaters but what was most entertaining to do together.

LIly & Severus who both had awful tempers and might've fed off of each others cruelness. Like, little ten-year-olds loitering and committing small rebellions of shoplifting and arson and dark magic around Cokeworth - all before Lily gets told "No, you can't do that," and Severus gets told "No, you can't do that with her."

Lily who pretends to be nicer and Severus who pretends to be meaner.

And then there's all this social structure and expectations, and they're both bending under the pressure. Their friendship on the rocks. And then, summer comes, and they are back again to their stupid mischief. They spent every day together and feel at peace again. They don't talk about Hogwarts. They both hope the other wouldn't act so differently when they get back to school, but they always do.

Lily & Severus who both want the other to stand up for them.

Lily & Severus both feeling like they are the ones being cheated.

Then, Severus calls Lily a mudblood. Absolutely neither expect it. His temper alights hers, and suddenly it's just over. Very quickly and unsatisfyingly. It doesn't feel good enough. Eight years and just that? So Severus begs for either forgiveness or an argument, he's not really sure. And Lily isn't as sure about what she wants either, but she's adamant.

They see one another the next summer, before sixth year, in an ordinary public setting. They look at each other, Lily looks away and Severus keeps glaring. Nothing happens. They keep this up until graduation.

Lily who rants to all her friends about Severus being a dick and Severus who allows his friends to call Lily a mudblood - each do it for a twinge of satisfaction.

Then Lily dies and everything is forgiven. Lily is an angel and a saviour, as everyone is remembered posthumous. Severus is so hateful and loathing to everyone ever, but melts at Lily- and Lily's stupid kid. Because that's almost his kid, 'cus he and Lily are one in the same

- And if Severus were the one who died, it'd be the (mostly) same. No one could talk shit about Severus ever again. Says that James doesn't get it, and puts all her resent into him. Just him. Back then it'd felt good to get with the guy who not only idolised her, but also tormented Severus like crazy. Now she's ignorant to how she's been since.

They both mourn maliciously because that's what they had best in common.

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Do you have any random headcanons about Severus? Something less based on canon and more on your personal interpretation of the character?

No canon-related? Just vibes-based? Yeah, I've got quite a few:

He has chronic, undiagnosed depression, which basically explains why he doesn't give a flying fuck about anything that doesn't require an actual compelling reason for him to be invested. It also explains why he still lives in his childhood home even though the neighbourhood is awful and the house itself is full of horrible memories. It explains why he's got such a shitty personality, too. I've also always found him vaguely suicidal in general, not in the sense that he's actively trying to die, but more like he doesn't particularly care whether he lives or not. He's just there, purely out of a sense of atoning for his sins.

He absolutely despises Quidditch. Like, genuinely cannot stand it because he finds it mind-numbingly boring. That said, he likes it when Slytherin wins purely out of house pride.

Tobias used to force him to watch football matches as a kid, so he understands the rules, knows how the game works, and all that. But it's the same as with Quidditch: he finds watching sports unbearably dull.

He started smoking at around thirteen because, in the area he grew up in, it was pretty common for kids to pick up the habit ridiculously young. He regularly stole cigarettes from his father.

He always had to fend for himself when it came to cooking because Eileen either didn't cook much due to being deeply depressed, or because she simply wasn't very good at it. So he learned how to cook at a fairly young age. The ironic part is that despite knowing exactly what he's supposed to do, he's absolutely terrible at it. He's a genius when it comes to following potion recipes, but making edible food is somehow beyond him.

He doesn't particularly enjoy eating in general. He does it because otherwise he'd die, basically.

If you asked him to choose an alcoholic drink, he'd tell you it's wine. But the one he can actually drink most easily is beer, even though he tends to avoid it because it reminds him too much of his father.

He's exactly the sort of man who would tell you he doesn't need therapy and that the last thing he needs is to discuss his problems with a stranger, because back in his day people sorted their own shit out and didn't need any of this modern nonsense. Above all else, Severus is a Boomer trapped in another generation, and he thinks like one.

Spoiler: he needs more therapy than your dad.

He has a great deal of insecurity when it comes to relationships and interpersonal connections, along with very low self-esteem regarding both those relationships and his physical appearance. Intellectually, however, he knows he's a ten out of ten. He doesn't doubt for a second that he possesses exceptional intelligence and talent. If there's one thing he has in abundance, it's intellectual arrogance, contradictory as that may seem. But that's because he's built what little self-confidence he has around that aspect of himself.

This is a headcanon I bring up all the time because I love it far too much: when he joined the Death Eaters, Narcissa was basically trying to find him a girlfriend every five minutes. She kept attempting to set him up on blind dates in a very older-sister sort of way, but Severus was an absolute disaster and often didn't even show up. He only agreed to go to one or two out of deference to Lucius, but they were among the worst experiences of his life. He had never felt such intense second-hand embarrassment.

He has absolutely no idea what to do with a baby. He's one of those people who becomes incredibly tense the moment you hand one to him because the only thing he can think of is people making silly faces and using ridiculous baby voices, and he would Avada Kedavra himself before willingly engaging in that sort of behaviour. He and babies are the worst combination imaginable.

He never puts sugar in anything. Not in tea, not in coffee. He prefers bitter flavours.

His sense of humour is atrocious. Not dark, beyond dark. Pitch-black. Full of deeply uncomfortable references. In fact, he doesn't openly express even half of the things that occur to him. He knows very few people around him would actually appreciate that kind of humour, not even among the Death Eaters. But every now and then he'll come up with some truly horrific remark in his head and find himself absolutely hilarious. He'll quietly laugh to himself because, deep down, he thinks he's incredibly funny. And yes, those thoughts are usually related to the person standing in front of him and how spectacularly unintelligent he considers them to be.

He prefers cold climates to warm ones, and the very concept of going to the beach is one of his worst nightmares. It could probably become a boggart, honestly.

Going to London gets on his nerves. The hustle and bustle of a big city irritates him to no end.

He's surprisingly charismatic when drunk. The problem is that it's surprisingly difficult to get him drunk in the first place, even if he drinks a considerable amount, because he tolerates alcohol like a bloody Viking.

He's unbelievably stingy, to the point where it genuinely warrants professional evaluation. He won't buy new clothes unless the old ones are literally falling apart. It stems from having had nothing as a child. Even if he had become incredibly wealthy, he wouldn't spend a penny unless it was absolutely necessary. Any self-indulgent purchase takes him days of deliberation because once he actually buys it, he feels genuinely guilty about it.

In keeping with that, he's the type of person who insists on splitting a bill down to the very last penny.

He's an incredibly proud man. He'll never admit that he needs help or that he's struggling because he insists on handling everything himself. The idea of depending on other people makes him deeply uncomfortable.

Growing up in Spinner's End taught him that the best defence is attack. When he got into fights in the neighbourhood, Tobias forced him to physically fight back against whoever had gone after him. By the time he arrived at Hogwarts, creating spells simply seemed like the logical equivalent because that's how people attacked each other there. The law of the street still applied.

He would rather drive an enchanted car like Arthur Weasley's than get on a bloody broomstick.

He isn't a virgin.

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There’s something I think people really need to understand when discussing Snape and the Death Eaters, and it’s that a lot of the discourse around him is intellectually dishonest to a ridiculous degree.

First of all, I’m the first person to say that comparing the Death Eaters to Nazis is politically inaccurate and honestly kind of lazy. The structure of Voldemort’s movement is not equivalent to historical fascism in the classical sense. Fascist movements like Nazism relied on mass propaganda, populist rhetoric, appealing to the working class, mobilising huge portions of the population through nationalist discourse, fearmongering and social alienation. Voldemort does not do that. Voldemort recruits primarily through aristocratic blood supremacy networks and old-money elitism. It’s a cult-like supremacist inner circle, not a mass political party built around public mobilisation.

But even putting that aside entirely, what genuinely blows my mind is how people talk about Severus joining the Death Eaters as if he was some fully formed 35-year-old man with a stable support system, financial security and emotional maturity making calculated ideological decisions. He was seventeen. Seventeen. Poor. Isolated. Abused. Socially alienated. Raised in violence. Repeatedly humiliated. Surrounded by people who either enabled his abuse or directly participated in it. And the only group offering him protection, belonging, validation and power was a radicalised extremist circle. And people act shocked that he got recruited?

I’m sorry, but some of you desperately need to leave fandom spaces and interact with actual human beings. Because in the real world, vulnerable teenagers get radicalised all the time. Into cults. Into gangs. Into extremist politics. Into abusive religious groups. Into criminal organisations. That’s literally how recruitment works. You target vulnerable people who have unmet emotional needs and no stable support systems.

And what makes this discourse even more exhausting is how deeply classist it is. Because let’s be honest here: if Severus had been a rich traumatised aristocratic boy from a respected family, half of fandom would be writing 800k redemption arcs about his “complexity.” But because he’s poor, socially awkward, visibly traumatised and emotionally dysregulated, people reduce him to “evil incel nazi.” Which is funny coming from fandom spaces that constantly scream about mental health awareness, trauma, neurodivergence and social justice until the traumatised person is unpleasant, angry, difficult or comes from a background they subconsciously look down on.

Because here’s the thing people don’t like admitting: trauma victims are not always nice. They are not always soft. They are not always emotionally articulate. They are not always healthy. Sometimes they’re bitter. Defensive. Volatile. Socially maladjusted. Hypervigilant. Sometimes they lash out. Sometimes they become deeply unlikeable before they heal , if they ever heal at all.

And Severus never got the chance to heal.

Some of you genuinely talk about a heavily traumatised, abused teenager recruited into extremism the same way conservatives talk about poor kids getting recruited into gangs: with zero structural analysis, zero empathy and zero understanding of how human vulnerability actually functions.

And yes, people can change. This is another thing fandom spaces seem incapable of understanding. Human beings are not static moral caricatures. I’m nearly thirty. I have met people who left cults. People who left extremist political groups. People who escaped abusive ideologies. People who were raised in deeply reactionary environments and later completely changed as adults. That happens constantly in real life. But apparently fandom morality has become so puritanical and chronically online that some of you think a person should be permanently defined by the worst thing they were manipulated into at seventeen, even if the rest of their life is spent trying to atone for it.

And honestly? A lot of this discourse reeks of people who have never interacted meaningfully with anyone outside their own social bubble. Because if you actually work with vulnerable people, poor communities, abuse victims, former addicts, ex-prisoners, traumatised individuals or radicalisation survivors, your perspective becomes a lot less simplistic very quickly. But instead fandom spaces are full of people who claim to care about nuance, rehabilitation, trauma and systemic violence while simultaneously reducing a traumatised abuse victim to a one-dimensional moral failure because he wasn’t “nice enough” about his suffering.

At that point you’re not progressive. You’re just judgmental with prettier vocabulary.

#!!!!!!!!!

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If your angst fic doesn’t include Snape drunk on the floor, severly hurt, unable/doesn’t care to heal himself and just completely losing his will to live until someone finds him, what are we even doing?!

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Snily drawn on December 27, 2023

#ur art gives me life

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sometimes you just gotta listen to songs and vividly imagine storylines you don't have the time or talent to put on paper

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Who would you trust more?

total stranger in a star trek shirt?

total stranger in a star wars shirt?

Voting ended onFeb 25

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Extremely powerful results.

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Romance is not dead

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fuck y’all if you laid up with your lil boo rn i hope the ceiling fan fall on y'all

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They say Sirius is a hero, a lover, a womaniser, the dream of many girls and boys, the star of Gryffindor, an ideal type, while Sirius is in his room jerking off to Snape. Sirius will take this secret to his grave, and Remus will have to be buried too, because he, with his cursed werewolf instincts, knows everything.