Definitely Me😂

I ship Snamione and I am not ashamed.

I ship them post-war, so of course he survives Nagini.

I ship Snape learning to let go of guilt and pain long enough to make a friend. He didn’t really expect to, not with her, and he never compares her to Lily, because she’s not.

I ship Hermione longing for someone academically challenging for her, who doesn’t just want to snog and talk Quidditch, but she never compares him to Ron, or Viktor, because he’s not.

I ship them becoming friends, of it becoming something more. It doesn’t matter that when they meet off the field of battle she’s 18-19 and he’s 38, because they’re going to live past a hundred anyway, and they both know all too well what boys her age are like and she doesn’t want to wait around for them to mature to her level.

I ship the way he panics, worrying about his moral state because she used to be his student, damn it, and she frets over falling for another teacher because wasn’t Lockhart bad enough. But that doesn’t matter, in the end, because they’re not those people any more and there’s no Miss Granger or Professor Snape, just Severus and Hermione. They can weather the media uproar because they’ve both done it before and at this point don’t really care what anyone else thinks.

I ship Crookshank’s hair clinging to the end of his robes and the flush of embarrassment when he notices, but he can’t quite bring himself to Vanish it. 

I ship the way the fumes of his potions lab cling to her hair, and when she’s stressed, waist-deep in books on House Elves she pulls some to her face so that smell comforts her.

I ship them sitting peacefully at home reading, or Hermione ranting about her day at the Ministry and the changes she wants to make on their world while he counts stirs of his cauldron, or Severus complaining about his students while she laughs and reminds him that she and Harry were twenty times worse. 

I ship the nights one or both of them wakes up to nightmares of the war, of surviving. That they can share that in the dark hours of the day with nothing but soft tears and sharp jagged holes in the heart that never quite heal makes them all the stronger.

I ship them arguing, but she doesn’t cower to him because she’s Hermione fucking Granger, and he can take his opinion and shove it up his arse. And unlike her ex, he apologises promptly when he’s in the wrong (even if it’s not the actual words, she understands what the flowers or book means) because he is Severus Snape and he knows how much it would hurt to lose her.

I ship them growing, changing, coming together as a couple. He learns to have a friend again, a confidante, someone who genuinely cares about him as a person - the person he could have been if not for losing Lily and joining the Death Eaters. She learns not to try so hard because she is good enough on her own, and her confidence and strength makes him proud-he encourages her in her endeavors, often losing sleep as he helps her look up whatever it is she needs for a case or just an idle passing fancy.

So, yeah. I ship Snape and Hermione together. Two consenting adults who have a shared past and a better and brighter future.

Gallup Poll names Hillary Clinton most admired woman in America for the 15th year in a row

Obama bests Trump to be named most admired man

15th straight year eh?

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Little Draco: Hey, Uncle Sev! I have a question.

Severus: What’s your question?

Little Draco: Where do babies come from?

Severus:

Little Draco:

Severus:

Little Draco:

Severus: ……I need a drink.

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LITERALLY REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE

I miss them so much.

I'm literally crying again.

that’s what makes them h e r o e s (x)

A Poem For SS

I don't know what I see in you,

Is it just the things you do?

The way you walk and the way you look.

Is the things that got me hooked?

You got a black hair and black eyes,

You seem cold as ice.

You're so unpredictable as a rolling dice,

But my love to you were not lies.

You're a mystery.

You're so difficult as history.

But still you're my favorite fantasy.

I hope we meet in reality.

Hellooo guys this is my first time writing a poem soo please don't be hard on me I'm just posting this for some feedback... so that I will know if I'm just wasting my time like my aunt said... thanks to anyone who will give a feedback, I will really appreciate it!😊

That’s why we need heroes. (inspired by x)

IF YOU NEED ANYONE TO TALK TO, I'M HERE

Maybe you’re depressed, maybe lonely, maybe you just wanna talk to someone, whatever. I’m open to conversation.

While I may not be able to know what you’re going through, I will never myself feel exactly how you do, I’d still appreciate being able to help, even if it’s just to be a listening ear.

Also, this isn’t just for negative stuff. Wanna make a new friend? Hey! I’m here!

If this applies to you as well, feel free to reblog.

Thank you!