#crying actually

...just how fast the night changes!!

This fic I read a while ago has not left my head SO SAD BUT LIKE SO GOOD LIKE OUCH.

HERE IS THE LINK IF YOU WANT TO READ IT: https://archiveofourown.org/works/82572646

I kinda fucked up on this one up a bit BUT STILL NEED TO GIVE OUT AS MUCH BLOODYMARY AS I CAN!!!

(also terrible idea to draw this while listening to apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex— YOUCH)

Full peace underneath the stars :3

･:*+.☆*:.｡.

I am once again thinking about the fact that Alan Rickman was the only person on that set who knew the ending from day one. Every micro-expression, every "cruel" remark, and every cold stare was layered with fifteen years of secrets and a vow he never intended to break.

In this moment, everyone else is horrified or confused, but Snape’s facade just... drops. He isn’t looking at a "celebrity student" or a rival’s son. He’s looking at Lily’s eyes and realizing the rabbit hole goes so much deeper than he feared.

Snape: I promised to protect him.

Harry: starts speaking snake

Snape: …Lily, what in the Merlin’s beard have you brought into this world, and how am I actually supposed to keep it alive?

It’s the look of a man realizing his "simple" job of protecting a boy from external threats just became a nightmare of internal ones. Parseltongue meant Voldemort. It meant a connection. It meant that his "Always" was about to get a lot more complicated.

Alan Rickman played the long game from Movie 1 and we honestly didn’t deserve him. 😭💔