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I love marauder x sev fics, but in the sense that i love when they grovel and writhe in remorse for sev. i need them to boil in their own filth for him, see. let them bend themselves into pretzels just for the ghost of a chance of a crumb of his attention.

severus snape is for the girls and the gays fr 🔥🔥🔥💅💅💅💅

vlad + severina

guys new HC - Sirius hates Severus that deeply because he once asked him out while they were Year 3s, bc he was very much into the whole emo-boy vibes, but he got rejected so quickly that he’s never recovered since.

i think this might be canon

"sirius with he/they pronouns owns my heart 🫶" sirius was a BOOMER.

I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Owen?" and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Wes look at this," and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Owen," and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson's cheeks but he can't say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames

new students coming in with a crush on sirius and catch him making out with severus in the gryffindor common room

Sometimes I feel a bit sorry for Lily and James fans because it basically seems to me like they just had shitty parents, so they consider the most basic things any decent parent would do as something exceptional. I mean, sorry, but a middle-class girl who was popular in school and had no real problems until she decided to get knocked up while throwing herself into a war, and who was so boring and predictable that she married the guy who had been chasing her all his life —and who, surprise surprise, was a rich heir— just seems incredibly dull to me. Both of them are the textbook definition of a tradship, and they lived the most bland, conservative lives imaginable. And yes, she gave her life for her child, which is literally what any halfway functional mother would do—, ust like any father would, and if you think that’s something extraordinary, then honestly, you have my deepest sympathy, because what some of you are clearly showing is that your standards for parental love and care are incredibly, incredibly low. I mean, it's not even that the bar is low, you don't even have one. Like, at the very least I would expect my mother to do that. It's not some amazing feat, darlings, it’s the bare minimum.