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Day 11 of The Twelve Days of Shit I Heard at Church.

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everybidenjusthavegoodtime

*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free

hotcommunist-deactivated2019032

invasive species encroach on lesbian territory

dreaming-shark

This is a common misconception because they’re such similar environments, but you should be aware that dads are native to Home Depot, while lesbians are actually native to Lowe’s. At this point, however, both dads and lesbians have made themselves at home in both Home Depot and Lowe’s to the point that trying to separate them back into their original ranges would probably do more harm than good to the delicate ecosystem of large chain hardware stores.

ailithnight

A properly raised and socialized Dad will be perfectly comfortable cohabiting with Lesbians. Its not really “encroaching on another’s territory”. You wouldn’t say that about foxes in a forest that also homes bobcats, would you? No. It’s just two different species that have both evolved to live in similar/the same environment. As long as they recognize each other as equals, Dads and Lesbians are more than capable of cohabitation.

Now, if you were to release a pack of Lumberjacks into a Lowes or Home Depot, that’s where chaos will reign. Being adapted to a far harsher and more demanding environment, the Lumberjacks would simply push Dads and Lesbians both out and also consume far more than a sustainable amount of resources. It would be like releasing bears at a country club.

chequerootlurks

As a former timber-harvester… I feel this is potentially accurate in theory. But highly improbable in actuality.

Lumberjacks, like most megafauna species generally require more space than the average hardware store, even a big box store could provide. The misconception is that Lumberjacks are a social species because of how they often work and live together.

This is a matter of necessity, not preference, and a survival technique for thriving under the LogBoss.

A “pack” of Lumberjacks, if not under the environmental pressure of a LogBoss will naturally disperse until they each have a wide territory.

Lumberjacks rarely fight for territory.

One on one, a Lumberjack could drive out a Dad or Lesbian, however the latter tend to travel in social packs.

Lumberjacks will passively retreat on the presence of large numbers of people. Kind of like Sasquatch.

Getting a “pack” of Lumberjacks assembled would be hard enough unless they were forced into a Hardware Store by a LogBoss. In that case, they would already be in a heightened and potentially agitated state far above their natural behavior. This artificial scenario can be likened to a circus animal running amok. If it had been in the wild, the incident would not have occurred.

Free-roaming Lumberjacks are the cryptids of the Hardware ecosystem. They are surprisingly quiet and unobtrusive.

Please stop labeling Lumberjacks as dangerous roving social predators. They are intermediate level omnivores and remarkably peaceful unless threatened.

thatdisasterauthor

As a hardware store worker I can say that this is all 100% accurate.

swindle94

now how in the FUCK am i supposed to leave tumblr when a god tier post like THIS is just is just waiting for me daily?!?!?!

fromchaostocosmos

question where does the “art student” or “DIYer” “crafter” or “soap maker” or “miniaturist“ etc. who has ventured into the store for supplies fall into the ecosystem/what is their impact of said ecosystem?

terulakimban

Most of the above are native to craft and hobby stores (art students, historically, are native to museums, but having been introduced to hobby stores, have found a niche for themselves and thrived), but all can be seen in hardware stores on occasion due to territorial overlap. They are generally low-impact, as they tend to stick to specific small areas and primarily utilize different resources. While a large group of any of them can be disruptive (art students, in particular, are known to travel in packs), in general, they are more likely to have territorial disputes with one another than with the local fauna.

A point of clarity -“crafter” is a bit misleading; while it conjures a specific image, much like ‘fish’ or ‘reptile’ it actually covers a broad array of wildly disparate species, and in general, more descriptive nomenclature is preferred. Fiber artists in particular are a genus to watch out for, particularly in groups. Beware a roving pack of domesticated quilters. They fear nothing, will go anywhere, and due to their social nature, will often seek interaction from other species that thrive best in solitude. They are quite friendly, and will happily adopt members of other species; the concern is that their adoptees do not always wish to be adopted.

midrashic

#in search of taxonomic precision and peaceful coexistence (via welkinalauda)

kriladoodles

I do wonder how lesbian/bisexual lumberjack-mimickry fits into this

marablake

I can say as a former craft store worker that if you wish to see true fear, look into the eyes of a Dad who must venture into a craft store. Despite the overlap of familiar beings known to him from his native hardware store habitat, Dads are instinctively aware that craft stores are not for them; they contain unfamiliar perils and even the seemingly familiar may have strange variances and unnerving secrets. (”Why is this airbrush so small? What do you mean nails, why would you… WUT!!”)

Only experienced silverbacks or the boldest young Dads dare venture into a craft store for long without his mate or offspring to keep roving Craft Ladies at bay and guide him in this strange ecosystem. If a Dad enters with his mate and is separated from her, he will often scuttle for the seeming familiarity of Woodcrafts, Models, or Paints (the latter not to be confused with Fine Arts, unquestioned territory of art students), but he eyes Scrapbooking and Jewelry with trepidation and will usually venture into those exotic areas only in the company of females of his pack.

Lumberjacks are rarely spotted entering craft stores of their own volition, for while they do not fear it as Dads do, they know it is an environment unsuited for megafauna such as themselves.

Hardware store Lesbians generally adapt more easily to craft stores, although they may enlist another Lesbian of a subspecies more adapted to that environment to guide them until they find their niche. Lesbians have even been known to seek the aid of a Craft Lady, a native fauna that share similarities with Lesbians but are usually smaller and nimbler to suit their chosen habitat. Dads who witness this are often awed by the Lesbians’ temerity, for although larger, Dads are generally wary of the cunning and dexterous Craft Ladies and may mistake their enthusiastic pack greetings as predatory swarming.

Craft Ladies, secure in their ecological niche, have no fear of interlopers and take the presence of non-native beings in stride, although they may become territorial about scarcer resources.

The only truly invasive species that threaten craft stores are Brides-to-Be, who are mere annoyances individually, but like locusts may descend in hordes and lay waste, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Fortunately for the Craft Ladies, Brides-to-Be are seasonal and usually only a threat in the spring and early summer.

link-the-feral-anon

It Got Better

fireflyfish

Is anybody going to address the newly invasive species of BuJo enthusiasts into the craft store/art supply store environment? Why aren’t we talking about the dangerous proliferation of Leuchtturm 1917s and the growing threat of Dotted Moleskins? I had to liberate a Dad from a tangle of washi tape in the art supply store the other day and it wasn’t pretty.

rpendleton

The natural habitat of journalers was stationary stores, which have been replaced by office supplies stores, not the same. Journalers invade the craft stores and art supplies stores to get the markers and washi tape and Sakura pens they require for survival.

greatatuintheworldturtle

@great-art-and-a-purple-tongue @onbearfeet THE LORE HAS BEEN UPDATED.

onbearfeet

VERY IMPORTANT AND ENTIRELY ACCURATE now excuse me I gotta hit Lowes and Michaels.

gothiccharmschool

Another thing to note is all of those habitats must adapt to the seasonal migration of goths. As soon as the faintest hint of spooky can be detected at those stores, goths will arrive in packs. A small pack of goths determined to forage can strip the shelves of a seasonal section bare in 30 minutes.

triflingthing

Corridor to my future house or a vestry in a Polish cathedral

mellarked-katnisseverdeen

I like to imagine Peeta, still working on regaining some of his memories at that point, becomes very weirded out the first time Katniss gets the first hint of Peeta's physical affection back.

Like, at first he is very worried there is a part of her still rightfully scared of him just because she reacts so strongly.

But that kinda dies when he finds her reciprocating double whenever he does. Peeta holds her hand once and Katniss is holding onto it like a toddler for weeks. A hug? She see's fit to help herself after that point. Not to mention sleeping. He doesn't quite realize the life sentence as a human body pillow he acquired after the first time they fell asleep together on the couch.

thesmileykate

so many people are lament that 'peeta will never be the same again' after his hijacking.

but i feel like that is only because katniss views peeta as this perfect, unchanged figure throughout the first two books.

the type of person who could never be changed by the games.

but readers, just like katniss, forget that peeta couldn't fit into his old roles after the games. because he had changed. just like katniss.

he was no longer a star on the wrestling team. he was no longer the baker's son who would greet everyone in the morning from the bakery's steps.

instead, he was a boy who limped into town to see his family once a week for dinner. a boy whose eyes adorn bags because he can't get a good night's sleep. a boy whose biggest fear is losing his lover. so much he is ready to die for her.

and so, the whole point of peeta's character in mockingjay is that he is not a new, 'mutt' version of himself. or even a post-mutt version. he simply is peeta, a teenager who has gone through hell and back. and forgive him if that changed him a little.

and yet, everyone is still convinced by katniss's "he's changed" instead of focusing on johanna *and suzanne's* point that "everyone has" (mj, 205).

#the hunger games #thg #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss #peeta

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bellatrix: female warrior; a woman with too much passion, an heirloom, an ode to her family. water running down her neck like a column, and fragile marble statues. a knife slash in the tapestry of her family; always pure, the traitors unloved. cigarettes shared in the dead of the night and secrets spilt; the madness within. anger and love made her, curly black hair cascading down alabaster shoulders, and a look of superiority, of knowing who she was, because she was never lost in a world that did not know of her. bellatrix, female warrior, a miscreant who sins so beautifully.

andromeda: leader of humankind; a woman with a heart too big for her body, with too much love in a family so cold. brown hair splayed across silk pillows and poetry of feelings unable to describe. mourning and love, all at once, and grief for a family that had never been a home. eyes bright with tears and half smiles; love for a young girl that had ran to her when she left, begging her for one more moment of sisterhood, and resentment towards a woman who had gone mad. andromeda, leader of humankind, a woman of many secrets and of sorrow.

narcissa: numbness; a subtle smile and loneliness, a constant ache. a name derived from narcissus, of a beauty so cold, so cruel. cold eyes and elegance, a façade that a young woman lies beneath. ink stained fingers, a letter of love and saudade to a person she never truly knew. the fog over the forest drowns her, leaving her empty and hollow, a plague of solitude that never really left. there's a strange comfort in to be or not to be, to know or to seek for more. narcissa, numbness, a woman who had to grow up to soon, a woman who desires to be free, one day.

lilywalkers

hc that narcissa has abandonment issues bc of andromeda

motherfuckingmaneater

i hate fanon narcissa. sorry but she's the ultimate bad bitch not a soft little girl. my literal ice queen. she's not abused and mistreated and sold off to marry someone against her will. she's the baby of the family and she is spoilt beyond comprehension, she has mummy wrapped around her finger, she gets everything she wants when she wants it because she knows how to play the game. she's quiet, self-assured and poised, but she's a slytherin through and through, she's cunning, calculating, dangerous in her own way. she's poison in your wine goblet as she smiles at you. she's manners and elegance, but she's everything pureblood. she's very much a black despite her looks. she's arrogant, haughty, believes herself to be better than everyone else (because she is bitch). she cried into bella's shoulder the night andy left and then never uttered her name again, she was even more furious than bellatrix was but her fury is different - when she cuts you out, you could die of frost bite. she married of her own volition like bella did, but unlike bella who married her best friend she married someone she knew she could make a family with and be happy with. she's the ultimate pureblood princess turned queen.

sunsickjune

bellatrix “draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man” black and narcissa “they tell you that ur lucky but you’re so confused cause you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used” black and andromeda “he said let’s get out of this town” black

vulpes115

Narcissa, specifically the Marauder’s fandom take on her, makes me want to sob and I need her to be appreciated more. Just, imagine you are the third daughter of parents that only wanted sons. A flower in a sky full of stars. A flower, an object only meant to be looked upon and be pretty. You know your parents never loved you, will never love you, you who is not the long awaited son they asked for. But even still, you can’t help pushing yourself to fulfill the mold they expect from you, beautiful and perfect. But even still you receive love from your family, just in the form of your older sisters. Your eldest who tries so fiercely to protect you and your sister but is clearly starting to slip into insanity. The middle starting to slip away, finding comfort in a man who’s kind you were poisoned to hate. Still, you love them. No matter what you love them, you have so little else. The only other one you have is your baby cousin, made in the same mold as you, who you try so desperately to protect.

At Hogwarts you are expected to be a good mark on your family, prefect, ace student and quidditch player. Willing to drop it all as soon as graduation to be a wife and mother. You only let yourself break the rules once, for her, the one decision you made that goes against your family wishes, the girl whose kisses taste like powdered sugar, whose natural kindness and beauty shines like a candle in your otherwise dark life. For years you let yourself indulge it. For years you pretend. But you know it must end.

The end comes quicker than thought. Your middle sister comes to you, she’s going to elope with her own secret love, she’s going to escape the family and the rot it contains. She asks if you want to come with. You want so badly to say yes. But you have been the perfect daughter for so long, being anything else scares you. So you say no. So you close the door. So you marry the fiancée that sister left behind. So you accept it when your lover breaks up with you, unwilling to be just a mistress. So you tell yourself you’re better without her, all the while knowing you will never find love like her again. Never stop loving her. You say as much when your cousin asks you if it ever gets better, heartbroken over his own Gryffindor. But still you made your choices and well, your fiancée is…fine, as pure-blood men go. He loves you but you don’t love him, can’t ever love him but you’re ok playing your part, even if it’s never him you picture when you play it, not even on your wedding night.

Before you know it, war is at your doorstep. Your eldest, no, only sister and your husband both pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord. So does your youngest, no, only cousin. Your cousin, so young, so naive. He dies, you never find the body, he was only eighteen and you couldn’t do anything to protect him. And the only person you ever loved? Well when you first realized she was going to be fighting on the opposing side you figured she’d be ok. Her and her new husband were powerful, well respected aurors, true Gryffindors, if anybody was going to be ok it was them. You were wrong, oh so wrong. Death would have been kinder with the fate they suffered. A fate brought on by your sister. The only one you ever loved as much as the love of your life. A love now only matched by hate.

You watch as your sister is dragged off in shackles, trying to hide any expression behind an icy mask. You watch as your lover looks back at you with distant lifeless eyes, eyes that don’t recognize you. You visit as often as you can but it’s hard to get away from your duty as mother and wife, even harder to see your lover permanently near death like this. You don’t mean to, but you stop visiting as often.

You only have one thing left to hold on to now, your son. Your darling boy. As a second war fast approaches you fear for him. You saw what happened to your cousin, you fear history is doomed to repeat itself. You do everything you can, extract whatever vows are needed, you do not believe you can survive if he too is taken from you. Then the pivotal moment comes. You have no idea if your son is alive or dead, but the chosen one is lying on the ground and he tells you he’s alive. In that moment you make a choice, you lie, you lie to the most powerful man alive, you lie to a mind reader, you lie to save your son, and you never admit it to yourself but you lie to avenge your lover he stole the sanity of, your cousin he stole the life from, and your sister he stole the soul of.

When the war is over, your action lets your family escape consequences. For the first time since the war began, you find the courage to come and visit your old lover. You apologize for not visiting more, and tell her about your sons, how her son had finished what she started, how your son had done what you never could. It takes several years longer until you make a visit to a different ghost of your past, knock cautiously on the door, a door opened by your sister, a woman you haven’t seen in almost thirty years. Things are awkward at first, of course they are, she is resistant, she’s lost so much to this war and she is slow to trust again, but eventually you two are having a heart to heart over tea, apologizing to each other about old wrongs. It’s not much, but it’s a start. As for your boy, he finds comfort in, of all people, the chosen one, the boy your whole family was supposed to hate, the boy who you helped save the life of. You are glad he is happy, you saw how miserable he was during the war. But a small part of you can’t help but feel envious, that this is a happiness that you could’ve experienced, that your cousin could’ve experienced, if you had made different choices, better choices, found your voice earlier, instead of being left with just an empty shell. Still, you made those choices, had made your bed, and now you must lie in it. But, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, if you get to see your son smile, if you get to hold your grandchildren, if you get to see your sister for monthly tea, if you get to hold your old lover’s hand once in awhile and pretend for just a minute that everything turned out ok between you two.

That’s something your parents didn’t know when they named you after a daffodil, that even after a harsh cold winter, they can make a comeback.

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Andromeda "I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace" Black

lilywalkers

bellatrix plays the cello, regulus plays the violin, narcissa does ballet..

and then there's andromeda and sirius who started a garage band called something stupid like "we are the ones who tread across the vast desert of despair"

maluceh

Black sisters, and their lovers

nothingtoseeherebyeexx

the black cousins

all the hidden meanings!

colors:

red is the color of sirius’ shirt, narcissa’s lips and regulus’ pocket handkerchief. red represents how they rebelled against their family (sirius ran away and was openly against their morals, narcissa lied to voldemort and basically helped defeating him w her words, regulus turned against voldemort at the last moment, dying for his cause)

narcissa and andromeda are the only ones not wearing black, and they’re the only survivors in this picture.

clothes and accessories:

andromeda is wearing a white dress that resembles a bride’s dress, because she ran away to marry ted. her and sirius’s clothes are also less restricting than regulus and narcissa’s, because unlike their younger siblings they got their freedom.

andromeda, like her cousins, is wearing silver jewelry, aside from a gold ring (her engagement ring), and with her hand she’s covering a family pendant (she chose love over her family). regulus is wearing a pin that looks like salazar’s locket.

poses and such:

andromeda isn’t looking at the camera because she was the first to “look away from her family”, and sirius is looking at her because he would soon follow in her footsteps (andy also has a hand on his shoulder to further represent her influence on him). similarly, bellatrix (who is the only one smiling) is keeping an hand on narcissa so she wouldn’t leave. narcissa has a hand clenched in a fist, covered by her left, (as a way to hide her defiance).

ok i think this is all but i’m not sure lmao xx

hope you like it ^^

koshlis

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Walburga Black didn't like her kids.

She tried really hard in the beginning, tried to feel something when she first held them in her arms, tried to adore the sounds of their first laughs, she tried to feel proud when they took their first steps. She tried to love them, not because she wanted to, but because she knew she was supposed to, instead all she could feel was a deep resentment. Sometimes she felt guilty about it, she truly tried her best to feel some degree of mother instinct but eventually gave up.

Walburga never truly wanted to be a mother or a wife.

She was always an ambitious person, she didn't have to beg the sorting hat to put her in Slytherin, she wanted to continue her family's legacy more than anything and the only way to do it was to marry the right man and start a family with him, her duty was to raise children while her future husband made his name in the wizarding world, she knew the only thing she had to do was prepare a male heir to continue what her husband would start; but when she was alone and could allow herself to fantasize she closed her eyes and she pictured a seat in the Wizengamot with her name on it, what she really wanted was to be someone, she craved to have influence in the wizarding world beyond her last name and knew the potential to make the Black family even more relevant than it already was laid inside of her.

In her fantasies she didn't have to suppress her political ambitions, she could be powerful and could dream of climbing her way up to the International Confederation of Wizards; instead, she was condemned to sit and watch her husband attempt to do everything she knew she could do better if she ever had the chance.

But that wasn't her place, those fantasies had to be kept a secret, she had a duty as her father's oldest daughter.

Walburga never liked Orion.

Her second cousin was five years older than her, he was a drunk who developed gambling habits the moment he turned seventeen, he frequented brothels and slept around with women even though he was engaged to Astrid Greengrass. He did things that should be considered an embarrassment to the family's name and yet everyone seemed okay turning a blind eye as long as it was kept a secret, after all he was the oldest male of all the cousins and the heir to the Black fortune. Walburga always understood that she couldn't even dream of doing half the things Orion did, disownment would be the most gentle punishment if she even dared to think about it.

Walburga was seventeen when Bahram Avery started courting her.

He was handsome, tall and smart, only a year older than her, a slytherin prefect and most importantly a pure-blood boy with the right values. They talked for the first time when she was in her sixth year and the more they engaged in conversations the more she could imagine a life with him. He was intelligent, well-spoken and one of the most beautiful boys at Hogwarts, with elegant features and a kind eyes, but none of those things were what made Walburga so drawn to him, it was the way he treated her like an equal. Her dreams and ambitions were unattainable, especially if she wanted to make her family proud, but if she had to resign herself to be nothing more than a wife maybe she wouldn't mind playing that role for Bahram.

Romanticizing the idea of being his wife wasn't difficult, he listened to her, never dismissed her thoughts and ideas or patronized her the way her family did; he recognized her as the powerful witch she was. The summer after his graduation he showed up to her house and asked her father for permission to start courting her, Pollux and Irma were pleased.

They continued to exchange letters through Walburga's seventh year, she felt relieved for being so close to making her parents proud.

Walburga had just graduated when Orion ruined everything.

The news of Astrid Greengrass ending the engagement wasn't well received by her aunt and uncle. Rumors of Orion's lack of commitment and irresponsible spending habits reached the Greengrass family, who were kind enough to quietly inform Arcturus and Melania Black of their daughter's decision to not move forward with the wedding to save them at least a little from the embarrassment breaking off an engagement implied in the pure-blood society. Mistresses weren't uncommon within pure-blood men but her cousin had been reckless enough to get caught and even the privileges of being the male heir had their limits in the Black family. Orion's carelessness was met with disapproval.

Walburga felt like her world collapsed when her parents informed her she was expected to reject Bahram.

She didn't understand why, Bahram was the perfect candidate for a husband, he met every single requirement the future head of a pure-blood family should have.

Deep down, Walburga knew Bahram was the only man she could ever grow to love and she knew he was her only hope of being close to a happy life, a small part of her wanted to go against her parents wishes but her instinct to please them was stronger, it wouldn't matter how much she begged or cried, her parents gave no explanations and she was too scared of the consequences of asking why.

A few days later she sent a letter to Bahram saying goodbye to her only chance of a happy life. Most nights, the what ifs haunted her sleep.

She tried her best to forget about him, after all her parents always knew better.

Walburga felt like throwing up when she heard the news.

She heard her parents talk about Orion's recklessness almost every day, her uncle Arcturus wasn't going to allow his heir to ruin the future of the family and she understood that in order to put an end to the talk about his failed engagement he had to get married as soon as possible, she just never thought she would be the unfortunate woman who would be doomed to be his wife.

Pollux and Irma didn't have the decency to even warn her before the engagement was announced at a dinner party, so after Arcturus stood in front of the guests and the words came out of his mouth sentencing her to a lifetime of misery, time started to move slow. It was all calculated, letting her find out at the same time as the rest of their family and friends, she didn't have a way out, she didn't have a chance to beg her parents to change their mind, her future was set in stone. Orion didn't even attempt to hide his look of disgust for the rest of the evening.

"I hope you understand this arrangement is what's best for the family" Her mother said to her once the guests left.

Walburga resented her children.

Sirius and Regulus looked a lot like Orion. While Walburga was a prisoner in Grimmauld Place, condemned to be something she never wanted to be, watching her husband live the dreams she once had while she pretended she didn't notice he smelled like another woman's perfume and dealt with his drunken outbursts like a good pure-blood wife would, the little faces of her sons were a constant reminder of the man who made her life miserable, she couldn't even escape him when he was away and maybe that was the reason she didn't feel much guilt when she lashed out at them, deep down she knew it was wrong but seeing their resemblance with Orion made it easier for her to justify herself, after all, she was just trying to fulfill her duty to raise strong pure-blood wizards like she was supposed to, she was sure some day her sons would understand just like she did.

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A few things:

1) English isn't my first language and i tried my best, i'm sorry if there's any mistakes.

2) I hate Walburga Black, she was an abusive piece of sh1t and a pure blood supremacist, i'm not trying to justify her, i just wanted to give her a story.

3) I know Orion is supposed to be younger than her but after researching their ages and their parents ages i realized it doesn't make any sense and decided to do what i wanted and him being older makes more sense in my story.

hannaxjo

Alan Rickman, David Thewlis, Gary Oldman and all those are iconic in their roles in Harry Potter, but I’ll always be a bit sad about that casting, because having that ‘Marauders era’ cast be age appropriate would’ve just been so much better for the story.

Sirius wasn’t this old man who spent 12 years in Azkaban, no he got locked up at 21. He spent almost third of his life in a cell. He wasn’t this wise father figure to Harry, he was a reckless thirty-something who never really got the chance to mature past 21.

Remus was an exhausted, bone deep tired man carrying both physical and mental scars from the suffering he went through. Because he’s a werewolf, because of the war, because he lost all of his friends. And he’s only 33 when first introduced.

And Snape. Snape wasn’t an old bitter man who just hated everyone and enjoyed being antagonistic. He was 31 in Harry’s first year. He began to work for Voldemort as a teen, and as a double agent at 20. He’s a thirty-something bitter man, who never got to really live or make real connections. From Harry’s perspective he’s scary and intimidating, but really he’s just kinda…sad and pathetic. And then especially that scene where Snape is begging Dumbledore to help save Lily, and promising anything in return. (Because apparently Dumbledore needs something in return…for saving people.) He’s twenty. Barely out of his teens. Rickman was good in that scene, but having someone who actually looks twenty, would better show how scared, young, guilty and just desperate he was. That might not put Dumbledore in such a good light, though.

And then, the characters I think would’ve been the most important to cast age appropriately. And most people probably already agree and know who I’m talking about. James and Lily. They were 21 when they died. When Harry sees them in the mirror of Erised, they’re 10 years older than him. That’s the age difference Ron has with Bill. In that scene I might understand somewhat them being in their thirties, because that’s what Harry wants. He wants his life with his parents, he wants to have been raised by them. Though, I don’t know if the mirror could know what they might’ve looked like in their thirties, since they didn’t live that long. But then, in the cemetery when Voldemort’s wand spits the last spells cast, we see Lily and James as they were. 21. They’re telling their son to hold on just a moment longer. And they are 7 years older than him. In Deathly Hallows, Harry sees Voldemort kill them. They’re not this happy couple who’s got to love each other for a long time, only to have that happiness torn from them, no they started at Hogwarts ten years ago. They’re 21, and they’ve barely tasted that happiness. At the end of the book Harry talks to his parents. They comfort him and promise to stay with him, as he goes to die. Harry’s seventeen. James and Lily are four years older than him.

It wouldn’t have felt as nice. Harry being comforted by someone who looks almost his age. But it wasn’t nice. It was pretty tragic. Casting people who look 21, would’ve really made it land on the audience. It was a tragedy. They were barely adults.

#the marauders make me so fucking sad #they were so so young #and deserved so much better

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