#queer snape

[corgi-nub]

Some pride flag Snapes plus one in just red. I was using the red as a clipping layer but I thought it looked cool on its own. These are just flags/combinations based on my most common headcanons of him <3

[severus-snaps]

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[chloeslilcorner]

snape is literally like every situation ever is queer. like that person is a queer and nothing can make me thing otherwise

[vsilas]

I have been thinking non-stop about @guljerry’s post

[prince-fromtheblock]

by MARiKaArt on deviantart. [ link to the original post ]* I saw this fanart and immediately knew that my Sev was depicted. I couldn’t miss to have it on my tumblr, since it’s dedicated to queer Sev (in every shade possible of the word). Also, everyone who hasn’t seen it yet HAD to do it. It’s a pretty old fanart, but there’s so much out there that I somehow unfortunately hadn’t come across it...  Enjoy! *I’ve had the permission by the author to repost this artwork.

[bluebellefox]

Snape always itches my gay ass, gender-? brain and I love him for it

[half-blood-prince-throne]

Snater: You can't like Snape. He joined wizard nazi. Liking him is disrespectful to Jewish people.

Snover I am Jewish and I love Snape and please don't compare deatheater with Nazi

Snater I can't see and hear that

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Snater You can't headcanon that Snape is queer. It's disrespectful to queer people

Snover: I am queer and I headcanon Snape's queer because he had hard life like us.

Snater I can't see and hear that

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Snater:You can't headcanon that Snape has mental disorders. It's disrespectful to mental disorder people

Snover aka me: I have mental disorders and I can see Snape in me. I have better luck than him because my parents and siblings love and care for me.My friends and teachers help me through my education and teachers in my school put a stop bullying.They didn't turn a blind eye to it and I have seen therapy and took medicine which helps a lot.

Snater I can't see and hear that

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Snater: Snape threatened Neville's toad. He was child and animal abuser

Snover: You really don't care about children or animal if you really care about children.Why don't you shout out to Neville's family who mistreated him because they thought he was a squib trying to force him to do magic. He nearly drowned and always remind him that he wasn't like his parents or McGonagall who forced Neville to sleep outside when she believed murderer was on the loose or Hagrid who tried to change Dudley into pig because his dad insulted Dumbledore and if you really care about animal,why didn't you shout out to Flitwick who used Trevor as test subject for his levitation charm, forcing him to fly.What's difference between Flitwick test his spell and Snape test his potion on the toad.Do you really think Snape didn't have antidote on hand

Snater I can't see and hear that

Conclusion: Snater don't really care about Jewish,queer, mental disorders people, children and animals. They just pretend to care about them.

[sistersblack]

@snapeloveposts trans snape week - day one: reflection. 

severus & lucius gen · ao3 · tw for hinted abuse/bullying & a mention of queer being used as a slur. 

i wasn’t sure if i was going to manage something because i haven’t been writing recently, but yay, flashfic! i’ve always imagined severus doesn’t get much of a chance to explore his sexuality/gender until his post-hogwarts days, so here’s my attempt at exploring that hc! 

Take your pick, Lucius says, and be down by nine.

It isn’t unusual; rather, it’s the opposite. Severus has been borrowing robes for almost as long as they’ve been friends, the shame it used to stir long-since fading to something mellow, muted, the feeling a far cry from the sharp pang of self-hatred he remembers experiencing the very first time. No, it’s not Lucius’ permission to raid his wardrobe that surprises him. It’s what’s inside.

Over the years, Severus has accumulated a small collection of Lucius’ hand-me-downs: Dark robes with too-long hems and too-wide shoulders, the fabric clumsily altered with what he remembered from his Mam’s sewing lessons. They did the job—and truthfully, he wasn’t one to care if they didn’t—but on nights like tonight, where he is to rub elbows with the pure-blood elite, is to re-introduce himself not as a victim, but as someone to be respected… he needed more than work-worn robes. It’s why he finds himself here, browsing a small selection of pre-selected outfits.  

The first options are what he’d expected. They were the kind of dress robes he’d seen his housemates wear, the fabric thick and heavy, elegantly tailored. Most were dyed the colour of royalty, their hems decorated by lace, embroidery, silver linings. Anything that could hint to wealth. The next few were less expected, and the ones after that, not at all. They looked better fitted to Narcissa, not Lucius, and the sight of them make something inexplicable stir in Severus’ chest: hope, desire, dread all mixed in one. He feels oddly exposed.

Six months ago, he’d had no name for the discontent he’d been experiencing. The discontent that had always been there, quiet and buried, hushed by Tobias’ sharp glances and Cokeworth’s unkind words. Queer had been thrown at him for as long as he could remember, and on some level, he’d always seen the truth in it, had always felt it. But it wasn’t until he’d stumbled upon a shelf in Malfoy Manor’s library that he’d really, finally, had the knowledge to explore the feeling completely. Tradition, Magical: Social and Interpersonal, Identity & Expression had been more than a little enlightening, and he’s wondered ever since he’d borrowed the first book if Lucius had noticed just what kind of things he’s been reading.

He can see now that Lucius had. The sight before him is all the confirmation he needs. It’s also, he supposes, a type of acceptance: Subtle, implied, without an overt display of emotion… Severus can’t imagine Lucius any other way.

He eyes the outfits, his gaze lingering on those that would no doubt be mistaken for dresses by any ordinary Muggle. A surprisingly strong desire stirs in his stomach. A longing. There is a note of fear that flickers alongside it, and Severus has to remind himself that it’s unnecessary; the people he’s meant to meet will think nothing of it, he knows. Wizarding traditions are far more open than the Muggle ones he’s used to.

The watch on his wrist reads a quarter to nine, and Severus knows he must act. With only a small moment of hesitation, he pulls the darkest robe from the feminine section and dresses quickly. It only takes a few whispered spells for the robe to adjust to his body, the shift so seamless only a trained eye would catch that these clothes did not belong to him.

When he catches sight of himself in a mirror, his breath catches in his throat. The robe hugs his body, the feminine cut accentuating the curve of his waist, its skirts falling to his booted feet. His hair, no longer chopped or tied, falls down to his shoulders, the lank strands framing his face. He looks like a picture of androgyny. Looks almost as he feels. As he’s been imagining himself, lately.

For a moment, Severus stays there like that, watching his reflection. He’s accustomed to the self-hatred that often accompanies mirrors; to find it subdued fills him with a lightness that’s foreign, and he wants to bask in it, to burn it into his memory.

It’s not until a clock chimes, signifying the hour, that Severus moves.  

As he re-enters the Manor’s entrance hall, the only acknowledgement his outfit gets is a small, knowing smirk as Lucius beckons him over to where he stands beside a man Severus has never seen before.

“This is Severus Snape,” Lucius is saying as he approaches. The way his hand clasps Severus’ shoulder is second nature. “They’re a recent Hogwarts graduate…”