you have GOT to stop gendering the wizards it hurts them! wizards don’t naturally have gender in the wild and unless they spontaneously grow one (which is known to happen) you should never gender a wizard! it can take years off a wizards lifespan
i love doing apologism for fictional characters. yes he killed people and ruined everything but thats ok bc i like him and hes my little baby. so who cares
guys check ao3 for interview with the vampire fics bc apparently there’s 65 pgs worth of it now, being dated back to 1995.
consider downloading any you’ll want to read again, we may be in a lull between her passing and when the estate picks up where she left off. and COMMENT, these writers have been waiting for the freedom to post these for decades
Some rando: This character should not have the chance to become a better person
Me: Why
Same person: Because they are a bad person!
Me: But what if that character was allowed to become a better person so that they are no longer a bad person?
Same person: You’re an abuse apologist
I would love for every bad person to become a good person. I’d think most humans think that it’d be a cool and great thing if all bad people became good.
A cool and great thing, which we can play pretend with in fiction, knowing it’s not realistic, just to feel a little better about the shitty real world we live in.
tbh, I think the problem is that people confuse “getting a redemption arc” with “being rewarded with what comes after a redemption arc”
like, redeemed villains are generally friends with the heroes. they get to experience love and The Power of Friendship for the first time, if they haven’t already. they generally get to experience forgiveness. if their motives are based off of some kind of trauma or pain (like a lot of redeemed villains) then they will probably have that resolved and get some sense of closure or inner peace from whatever is hurting them.
so when they say that “this character doesn’t deserve a redemption arc” what they mean is “this character doesn’t deserve to be loved. they don’t deserve happiness, peace, or companionship”. the alternatives I have seen are:
“I hope that this character realizes how awful they are and they kill themselves”
“I hope this character is redeemed by a heroic sacrifice” (meaning they would be redeemed but wouldn’t be alive to experience the “reward” afterwards)
“I hope this character begs and pleads for forgiveness over and over again, but is never forgiven”
it’s pretty disturbing tbh, to treat basic things that every human needs (like being loved) as a “reward” that you get for good behavior. or more accurately: never being bad in the first place. that once you fall from grace you’re damned for eternity.
I think this post exposes a really gross underbelly to purity culture bullshit that I don’t think I examined quite this way before.
If redemption is unacceptable, if bad behavior can never be forgiven, what is the alternative?
Because it sure seems like the alternative is “Indefinate suffering = justice.”
BINGO.
That’s what purity culture has always been.
“Everyone who who has ever made a choice I disapprove of should suffer for eternity” is the origin of the concept of Hell. Fandom purity culture is fundamentalist Puritanism without the religion.
sometimes the best fanfics are written by middle aged adults with years of writing experience who simply know how to craft a good story. but also sometimes the best fanfics are written by a sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her
Headcanon that McGonagall is offended on a personal level that Umbridge loves cats.
This literally got 600 more notes just while I was at dinner what the fuck
How has nobody thought about this before tbh
Ok but imagine McGonagall in cat form prowling around the castle, in strategically chosen places so that Umbridge will come across her.
Umbridge takes the cat back to her office and feeds it a little saucer of milk. The cat starts coming back to Umbridge’s office around the same time every night, until eventually Umbridge gets into a little routine of setting out a saucer of milk for the cat before bed. McGonagall now has all the best secrets on Umbridge, all of the results of the evaluations, and most importantly, is in a perfect position to spy on the ministry for the Order of the Phoenix.
All because Umbridge is obsessed with cats.
The mental image McGonagall lapping up that milk while full of burning hatred for Umbridge amuses me in ways I can hardly describe.
Luna Lovegood did not confront and suffer at the hands of death eaters for Ravenclaw to be a house of smart snobs
Cedric Diggory did not die for Hufflepuff to be a forgotten house of under appreciated witches and wizards
Regulus Black did not sacrifice himself for Slytherin to be condemned as the house from which all evil and selfish wizards and witches come from
Peter Pettigrew did not sell out his long-had friends to Lord Voldemort for Gryffindor to become the golden house wherein no one can do wrong
tbh the most unrealistic thing in harry potter is when mrs weasley in the first book asks “now what’s the platform number?”
like this woman has been going to that school for seven years and then dropped kids off on the same place for nearly ten like why on earth would she forget the platform number
I still have the headcanon that Molly BAMF Weasley saw a scrawny underfed child with an owl who had no idea where he was going and looked lost and confused and was like, “Ah, yep, new son.” but didn’t want to scare him by outright approaching and asking if he needed help so she was just like, “MUGGLES, MUGGLES EVERYWHERE! DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE PLATFORM NUMBER TO WIZARD SCHOOL IS? WHAT’S THAT? NINE AND THREE QUARTERS? OH, YES, THAT’S RIGHT. THE PLATFORM NUMBER IS N I N E A N D T H R E E Q U A R T E R S!”
Of course seeing as how Harry isn’t the most observant bloke, she probably ushered her kids past him fifty times as different ones screamed the platform number until they finally got his attention.
With that being said, and I’m extremely sorry for taking over your post:
11:45:
They had just enough time to make it onto the platform, get their trunks loaded, and say their goodbyes. Molly ushered them all along, wishing that she could just Apparate them all onto the train and be done with it. There was too much to do, too much to say, too m—
All at once, she screeched to a halt. Percy crashed into her, causing the twins to snicker.
A tiny boy was being crossly turned away by a security guard. A boy whose ribs poked through his baggy shirt, whose glasses were broken, whose jaw was trembling as he tried to find his way. Well, surely she could be the person to guide him there? And did he…? Yes! He had an owl! He was one of them!
The poor child; he looked so lost.
Where were his parents?
Never mind, never mind. She would see to it that he would get on the train. But she had to be careful. She couldn’t startle him. He’d run off and that would be the end of it. No, no, they had to be crafty.
11:47 AM:
“Packed with Muggles of course,” Molly said loudly, ushering her very confused children past the boy. “What’s the platform number again?”
“Nine and three quarters,” Percy said. “Mother, how could you have forg—?”
It was George who nudged him as he understood what she was doing. She had done it before, after all, and she would do it again.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
The boy didn’t seem to notice them.
11:48 AM:
“Packed with Muggles of course,” said Molly again, marching her children past once more. “What’s the platform number?”
“Nine and three quarters,” Fred and George screamed in unison.
And still the boy remained lost.
11:49 AM:
“Mum,” Ron panted, tripping over himself as he ran to keep up with her. “Slow down!”
Molly ignored him as she practically flew past the poor boy. “Packed with Muggles of course! Now, what’s the platform number?”
“Nine and three quarters,” Ron bellowed.
11:50 AM:
Molly honestly didn’t care if her entire family missed the train and she had to set off across the UK herself like a mother leading a flock of ducklings: she was going to help this boy onto the bloody train.
She marched past him with a fiery determination and said, “Packed with Muggles of course!”
The boy looked up.
Yes! Okay, this was it, this was it, this was it. Play it cool. He was following them. Listening. Pretending not to.
They stopped.
“Now,” Molly said. “What’s the platform number?”
“Nine and three quarters,” piped Ginny.
Victory!
The next nine minutes were a whirlwind of chaos but they managed to get the boy through the barrier. At Molly’s insistence, Fred and George popped up and helped him get his trunk into the compartment. She handed Ron an extra sandwich and muttered, “Tell him that everywhere else was full.”
He dutifully nodded.
As the train took off, she waved to her children, including her newest one.
Bristling with pride, she began to head back to the Burrow. There was simply no time to waste. She had a jumper to knit.
8th year?
Hello there! I went through a bad streak of inspiration but the planets were realigned and I’ve been working on this illustration since last night. I’m trying to implement some texture (noise) in the final artwork but I’m still not very convinced about it… What do you think? After my last illustration of Harry and Draco as adults, I wanted so bad to draw them a little younger so here they are! I have to confess that I totally regretted drawing the bookshelf, I HATE drawing backgrounds so much, srly. Btw, I decided to start posting my illustrations on Instagram (@cuckooboo_) but I haven’t posted anything yet because I’m trying to organize everything (hopefully this week I’ll start posting there). I hope to see you there! Love, Cuckooboo.
so, i remembered seeing a post that said that deamus is the one ship the harry potter fandom can agree on and i wanted to see how true that was
so i did ✨ math ✨
i went onto ao3, took the top ten ships for a few characters, and put them into a pie chart, and looked at the results
and here they are
first, harry
draco
ginny
luna
ron
blaise
oliver
charlie
and now
dean
and seamus
wowza
anyway, deamus supremacy, love the boys
also finally interesting math
Chapter by Chapter - Book 1, Chapter 12: The Mirror of Erised
HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX (2007)
Harry in books 1-5: Pansy Parkinson? Oh yeah. She exists I guess.
Harry in book 6 after he saw Pansy stroke Draco’s hair and look like she might want to hold his hand: Pansy Parkinson? Oh, you mean the worst person to ever exist? Look at that smug look on her face. I bet she’s just thrilled to be stroking Draco’s hair. Disgusting. If I had a gun with 2 bullets and I was in a room with her and Voldemort I’d shoot her twice.
Quality time with your cousin - Lunas idea of a brilliant afternoon.
I think it’d be quite a challenging task for them to find shared interests and ideas of what to do in their spare time together.😂
Random but enjoy? 💕
This is how their relationship was, is and will always be. You can’t change my mind.
