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lokutofu

He’s just happy to be there

sreppub

6 for creativity, -10 for flavour

sreppub

today i learned about nyquil chicken and the judas cradle potluck lady 😭👍

and yeah tim was lying

bakugeorge

made myself a new header

#h50 #h50edit #mcdanno

thememedaddy

ijustgotherebro

#tumblr #dc #batfamily #damian wayne #red hood #nightwing #dick grayson #robin #batfam #jason todd

prongsinrevolt

I cannot believe people let Snape get the high ground.

How do people casually overlook the fact that Snape spent six entire years of his life telling a kid—who never even got the chance to know his father—that said father was an arrogant douchebag? Like, how do people think that behavior is normal?

Snape, a grown man, spent years trying to convince a grieving, orphaned child that his dead father—who literally died protecting his family—was a terrible person. No compassion for a man who gave his life for his wife and son. No sympathy for a kid who grew up abused, unloved, and completely alone, only learning about his parents through stories told by others.

Instead, Snape chose to rehash his teenage rivalry with James Potter by bullying his son. Imagine being so petty that you can’t move past your high school grudges, even when the other person has been dead for over a decade.

Even the coldest, most detached person would muster some respect for a man who died fighting for good. But Snape? No. He chose to sit on his high horse—ignoring the fact that he was once a Death Eater who only changed sides when his own personal interests were threatened—and still had the audacity to act morally superior to James.

James Potter died a hero. Snape, on the other hand, spent his life tormenting the child of the woman he claimed to love—while refusing to let go of a teenage rivalry and weaponizing it against a traumatized, grieving boy.

I cannot get over how utterly selfish and cruel that is. Snape had no empathy for the dead and no sympathy for the living. And people still try to defend him? Seriously?

#james potter #marauders era #moony #padfoot #sirius black #remus lupin #the marauders era #severus snape

flymetothemoony

twelve years of it, in azkaban.

the-archivist-14

Waiting, waitinggggg.

Has anyone done a “Would you fall in love with me again” with wolfstar yet?? People??? It’s literally perfect for them!!

#wolfstar #hp marauders #marauders #moony #padfoot #remus lupin #sirius black #would you fall in love with me again #epic the musical

toomanybirdss

when in doubt, read fanfiction. when not in doubt, read fanfiction. honestly just read fanfiction it's the best.

theotherwesley

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

emmikay

But man, his thighs were great.

hotmessmuffin

Clear as Kakashi sensei when he first meets you 😅😂

reallybadblackoutpoems

imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg

"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"

venort

Chekov's Cat: if you see a cat in the first act, it will probably be relevant later. (example: Alien)

Shrodinger's razor: an unopened box may or may not contain the solution to the story; there's no way to know without opening it. (example: Monk)

Occam's gun: the simplest way to kill off a character is to shoot them. (example: Bambi)

aegimeda

i have been cracking up at this for the past 3 minutes

jesticutioner

Chekov's Box: If there is a container introduced in the opening act, it will be opened later.

Schrodinger's Gun: Treat every gun as if it's loaded unless you've checked it yourself.

Occam's Cat: If you hear strange noises at night, it's probably a cat.

presidentdragon

LISTEN. all I want is a Big Strong Girlfriend and a Fancy Foppish Boyfriend is that SO MUCH to fucking ask. and they're both taller than me.

presidentdragon

I want to tenderly bandage my boyfriend's finger as he tearfully recounts how he got a paper cut while our girlfriend drags home the deer she caught with her bare hands to lovingly feed us through the cold, cold winter. What's so fucking hard to understand.

presidentdragon

You may be wondering what I contribute to this hypothetical polyamorous thruple, and the answer is quite simple. I'm the one with a job.