Adrian Rose

· Capricorn ♑ · Slytherin 🐍 · My personal blog full of my favortie things.

[my-dailydreams]

[kem-the-great]

[kabaks]

i think we need to abolish subscriptions. im tired of remembering passwords and giving out my email. check out as guest, no you may not know my name. die

[fugamalefica]

Bellatrix and Voldemort's wand wood descriptions from Pottermore

Walnut:

Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. A note of caution, however: while some woods are difficult to dominate, and may resist the performance of spells that are foreign to their natures, the walnut wand will, once subjugated, perform any task its owner desires, provided that the user is of sufficient brilliance. This makes for a truly lethal weapon in the hands of a witch or wizard of no conscience, for the wand and the wizard may feed from each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.

Yew:

Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses. However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wandlore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. The witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others. Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. Where wizards have been buried with wands of yew, the wand generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner’s grave. What is certain, in my experience, is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner.

[willgrahamscock]

[theebbestboy]

[a-sentient-cup]

[virtualgirladvance]

[sausaged-rat]

[capriddle]

I like to imagine that Voldemort tried several times to break up with Bella, only to find himself going to her and continuing their relationship.

[partywithponies]

Best things for a ship to have or be:

Horny

Insane

Religious/spiritual themes

Obsession

Age gap

Doomed

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

can't believe rodolphus spent his entire marriage getting cucked

[vesperkyno]

Mother and Father

[fugamalefica]

Every day I feel so grateful that the human body is capable of masturbation. What a gift. What an amazing feature.

[depsidase]

[runcibility]

[waving] Hi, hello, it's me, the old gen-x'er on your dash! How's it going kids? [bad, it's going bad, I know, sorry for asking]. Let me tell you a personal story of how I watched exactly this play out in my social circles.

Anecdotally, my fellow cohort of gen-x'ers were convinced this was going to be the solution, the ticket, the fucking way. Inevitably, all we had to do was outlive these old mayonnaise white devils, because that's where the racism was societally stored - like a big racism appendix that would get removed someday.

We thought we knew what was up because we were cool white kids who listened to Public Enemy. And because we thought we were largely inoculated against racism, it was just a long cool slide into the Clinton years and we'd be set.

So we didn't question shit like South Park. We didn't question shitheads like 'ironic' (at the time) racists like Weev in our IRC channel. We had zero fucking awareness of how racism shifted, because the only examples of racism we were ever taught either wore a white robe & burned crosses, or sig-heil'd and lived in misery. We shamefully thought racism = southern*, and since we were alt-goth kids living on the west coast, we were fucking sorted out and safe.

It wasn't on our radar. We weren't ready. We hadn't listened to anyone, because we thought we'd learned enough to not be a problem, and wasn't that enough?

We didn't clock or understand the way racist language shifted into a new economic handwringing. We fell into stupid rhetorical traps that snuck racism into concerns about unhoused people and substance abuse. We refused to recognize and realize our own inherent racist attitudes because of the sunk cost fallacy of wanting to believe we really didn't have to do anything other than be cool and wait it out.

I watched some people absolutely lose their shit when called out on this and flounce directly into the arms of right wing philosophy (always some variation on "left wing politics has gone too far!" when it's pointed out how they're upholding inequality with a cherished attitude or anecdote they've leaned on for years to prop up the mythology of their self-worth).

No one was ready to realize they weren't good just by being alternative. And some of them cracked apart.

Racism has a full time advertising budget ready to repackage and rebadge it minute to minute, and you always have to do the work. It never ever fucking stops. And making sure you're always doing the work has the very valuable side-benefit of keeping you in touch with yourself and what you're about.

You gotta do the work. It never stops.

*-this fucking haunts me so much.

[anais-ninja-bitch]

oh, this gets a reblog

[satanicbratt]

[oppersdorff]

I'll be real, I don't see Voldemort as Tom Riddle's insane, highly detached version. I understand those who idealize him as one or the other, but I think he is intrinsically and extrinsically both. More like a paradox, yet still another layer of his own being. Not from his overwhelming ambition and power pursuit, but because Tom spent years breaking, carving, bending everything about him so that he would be the one to control even the death of his humanity. Just as he idealized what Lord Voldemort would symbolize throughout his whole life.

All for his metamorphosis. Not only the future, but also everything Voldemort would represent, even from his past, as Tom put it in that classic moment of his:

“Voldemort,” said Riddle softly, “is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter…”

He pulled Harry’s wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

He wanted to erase the "Tom Marvolo Riddle" (himself) from existence. It wasn't just his name.

Except that Voldemort, contrary to all the machinations, attached even more with this version of himself that he didn't quite accept, the disregarded and disowned part. Voldemort was raw feeling, unrestrained at its peak. That's why his emotions weren't filtered at all, and why he was considered to be as ruthless in his strategy as he was childish in his impulsiveness and desires. He was painfully human.

Tom Riddle's mind was preserved, of course, as they both always had the same self. But only one could maintain control, only one would devour the other completely. And Tom believed himself—to have sacrificed himself for—Lord Voldemort.

It's clear to understand — through Tom's own lens — how Voldemort became inevitable, as well as the years of crafting behind his projection. Yet, I also recognize, with the same intensity, that he never got rid of Tom Riddle.

He had strong narcissistic traits as much as he was his own worst enemy. He hated himself just as much as he was obsessed with becoming himself.

[hprambles-blog]

Bellatrix breathes too loud and he's already drafting her obituary.

No, you fuckwit who can't read.

She loses his prophecy and he risks his safety and reveals his return to save her from temporary imprisonment despite not needing her till the others were back. He doesn't even torture her for it.

Bellatrix delays summoning him in Malfoy Manor and lets Harry escape, but it's Lucius who's injured months later. Bellatrix again escapes punishment despite being the one at fault.

Bellatrix gives away the location of his Horcrux and it gets stolen from her vault, but she's specifically mentioned to be unharmed. Instead of torturing and punishing her like he did to Lucius for losing the diary, she's sitting the closest to him and he reacts more intensely to her death than he does to his last Horcrux's.

Bellatrix tries to help him up in public, making him look even more vulnerable when he's just fallen, and he does nothing to her even though he hexes her sister for no reason. Clearly, he wants her company deep down. He doesn't even send her to check on Harry because he wants her close to him and safe.

Bellamort haters are delusional, obnoxious, illogical people who can't read or reason.

🥝

[fugamalefica]

I love sleeping naked.

[bellamort-evil-love]

If Rodolphus didn’t want Bellatrix to cheat on him with Voldemort, maybe he shouldn’t have married her in the first place. Ever think of that?

[libraford]

Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.

The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).

Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.