TUMBLR, WE NEED TO TALK.
Apparently, a lot of people around here need a refresher on what canon actually means.
Not your headcanons. Not your fanon. Not your emotionally-supportive PowerPoint presentations.
Canon.
I’m all for shipping whoever you want — gods know I do (hello, Dramione and Blackinnon, my beloved disasters). I’m not here to ship-police.
But we’ve entered this bizarre alternate universe where people are seriously insisting Jegulus and Wolfstar are canon. And not in the “ugh, obviously it should have been canon” way. I mean in the full-blown, I-read-the-books-and-this-was-in-them kind of delusion.
So let me be very clear:
Canon = What actually happened in the original source material.
Not vibes. Not theories. Not “but it makes sense if you squint and ignore 80% of the timeline.”
If James and Regulus didn’t make out behind the Quidditch pitch in canon, then it’s not canon. If Sirius and Remus did not make out in the library in canon, then it’s not canon. It’s fanon. It’s headcanon. It’s transformative. And that’s OKAY.
In fact, that’s the whole beauty of fandom.
We get to take the source and say, “What if?”
“What if Hermione fell for Draco?”
“What if Marlene lived and chose Sirius?”
“What if Regulus loved James in secret, and it broke him?”
We make art. We write fics. We build entire emotional landscapes out of crumbs and possibilities.
But let’s not confuse the source with the sauce.
Ship what you love. Defend your faves. Write epic essays and emotional sagas.
But don’t call YOUR headcanon, the actual canon (no matter how many people believe it to be canon) and then get mad when someone points out the difference.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk!