OMG THANK YOU So FUCKING Much!!!!!!!!!!!

oh dear :D (from georgia's insta)

why would you need to prove it to someone? isnt it just common sense?!

Ok I need to prove something to a friend

Reblog if you think it’s perfectly ok/normal for guys to cry and emotionally express themselves.

There are dumb people in this world who need to know that crying doesn’t make guys look weak!

leave me alone dad! i'm busy reblogging gay shit

If you're looking for some great must read mlm books, this is the list for you!

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Social Skills by Sara Alva

Silent by Sara Alva

One Man Guy by Michael Barakiva

Hold My Hand by Michael Barakiva

Wonders of the Invisible World by Christopher Barzak

Alan Cole Is Not a Coward by Eric Bell

Alan Cole Doesn’t Dance by Eric Bell

Queeroes by Steven Bereznai

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

Ziggy, Stardust and Me by James Brandon

In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Felix Yz by Lisa Bunker

Exit Plans for Teenage Freaks by Nathan Burgoine

Last Bus to Everland by Sophie Cameron

The House of Impossible Beauties by Joseph Cassara

Peter Darling by Austin Chant

Gives Light by Rose Christo

Stranger Than Fanfiction by Chris Colfer

Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan

The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich

There Goes Sunday School by Alexander C. Eberhart

Lock & West by Alexander C. Eberhart

The Screwed Up Life of Charlie the Second by Drew Ferguson

Love & Other Curses by Michael Thomas Ford

Only Mostly Devastated by Sophie Gonzales

Tales from Foster High by John Goode

How Not to Ask a Boy to Prom by S.J. Goslee

Whatever.: or how junior year became totally f$@ked by S.J. Goslee

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green & David Levithan

Half Bad by Sally Green

Half Wild by Sally Green

Half Lost by Sally Green

Heartbreak Boys by Simon James Green

Geography Club by Brent Hartinger

We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra

Middle School’s a Drag, You Better Werk by Greg Howard

Social Intercourse by Greg Howard

Totally Joe by James Howe

After School Activities by Dirk Hunter

At the Edge of the Universe by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried by Shaun David Hutchinson

We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley by Shaun David Hutchinson

A Complicated Love Story Set in Space by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight by Jeff Jacobson

Haffling by Caleb James

The Red Sheet by Mia Kerick

The Lightning-Struck Heart by T.J. Klune

A Destiny of Dragons by T.J. Klune

The Consumption of Magic by T.J. Klune

A Wish Upon the Stars by T.J. Klune

The Extraordinaries by T.J. Klune

Flash Fire by T.J. Klune

Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg

The Bridge by Bill Konigsberg

Autoboyography by Christina Lauren

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan

Every Day by David Levithan

Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan

How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by J.C. Lillis

When Ryan Came Back by Devon McCormack

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Vivaldi in the Dark by Matthew J. Metzger

Life as a Teenage Vampire by Amanda Meuwissen

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Art of Starving by Sam J. Miller

Hero by Perry Moore

Marco Impossible by Hannah Moskowitz

Like a Love Story by Abdi Nazemian

I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson

More Than This by Patrick Ness

Earth to Charlie by Justin Olson

Play Me, I’m Yours by Madison Parker

Here’s to You, Zeb Pike by Johanna Parkhurst

Junior Hero Blues by J.K. Pendragon

When Everything Feels Like the Movies by Raziel Reid

Jack of Hearts by Lev A.C. Rosen

Camp by Lev A.C. Rosen

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell

My Awesome/Awful Popularity Plan by Seth Rudetsky

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez

Rainbow High by Alex Sanchez

Rainbow Road by Alex Sanchez

So Hard to Say by Alex Sanchez

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer

All Kinds of Other by James Sie

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera

Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith

Freak Show by James St. James

Ray of Sunlight by Brynn Stein

Imaginary by Jamie Sullivan

(In)visible by Anyta Sunday

The Dangerous Art of Blending In by Angelo Surmelis

366 Days by Kiyoshi Tanaka

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Wild and Crooked by Leah Thomas

Because You’ll Never Meet Me by Leah Thomas

Fan Art by Sarah Tregay

Suicide Watch by Kelley York

Thanks to my friend @lostintrace for the art, each are characters from books on this list. If you want help picking out a book, hit my inbox!

Header: Red, White & Royal Blue (L) and Carry On (R)

Red: Jack of Hearts (and other parts)

Orange: Alan Cole Is Not a Coward

Yellow: Heartbreak Boys

Green: The Lightning-Struck Heart

Blue: Boy Meets Boy

Purple: Cemetery Boys

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(this prompt was sent to someone who wasn't me ((thank you @lunapwrites and @impishtubist for this)), and i...ran with i...feel like i should apologize? also hoping i did it justice <3)

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They gave out pamphlets.

Leaflets.

Pastel-colored booklets with images of smiling children plastered on every side, hoping to bandage bad news the same way they bandaged injuries. But Remus’s arm kept on bleeding through the dressings and his mother hadn’t stopped crying. There was no way to put a bandage on this bad of news.

Your kid is a monster, better get used to it.

Remus didn't remember a lot about the first few weeks after he was bitten, aside from the pamphlets. He wondered if any of the children had just been turned into something they never asked for or if they had merely caught a cold. In any case, the pamphlets were left around his house, his parents gathering all and any reading material they could find in hopes of figuring out how to make this new...thing...more bearable for their son. The way they talked around it, through fake smiles and stickers that matched the color palette.

Remus also remembered what the Healer had told his parents when they thought he had been asleep. The side effects that weren't in the booklets.

Chronic joint pain

Vomiting

Hyperhydrosis

Fatigue

Early death. Shortened lifespan.

And that last one, Remus remembered loud and clear as he stared at his three new friends, his three best friends, that he made at boarding school who weren't tiptoeing around the secret Remus had managed to keep for all of half a year. Too clever for their own good. Too caring. Too much time on their hands.

Or they had gotten too close.

"You all don't....know. You don't get it," Remus said, looking down at his hands as he sat on his four-poster, knees tucked under his chin. He tried to remember the last time he looked down at his fingers and didn't see bandages and bruises, only to find he couldn't.

"No, we do get it!" James said indignantly, staring at him with hazel eyes and glasses too big for his face, "You're our friend! What else is there to get. You're not a monster, you're not a big scary thing, you're our friend."

"Best friend," Peter agreed, and Remus looked up from his hands to see the small blonde boy nodding. Remus's eyes looked to Sirius, who had been quiet as the nervous confession spilled out of Remus's mouth, mumbled and garbled and Remus was sure he had drooled at one point. Arrogant, privileged Sirius Black, was quiet and listened, dark, thick eyebrows knitted together softly. And even after James and Peter continued to cheer him up, make him laugh, make him feel like maybe they did get it, Sirius stayed quiet and Remus would catch him glancing at him every so often, with the same look that Remus couldn't read.

Until they were alone in the bathroom, brushing their teeth, James already asleep and Peter close.

"Are you going to say anything?" asked Remus finally, "If you're...I know what you must think, I know--"

"Oh, please, go on, tell me what I think."

"You think I'm...dirty. No good. Half-breed. Don't you? Too proud to say it, especially not since James was so good about it, and Peter too. It's all over your face."

"I don't think that."

"Then say something!"

"What can I say?" Sirius asked softly, "What do you want me to say?"

"I dunno..."

"James already told you we're still friends, so you've heard that bit. Peters told you we'll wait up for you on full moons and take good notes during class. If you want to hear that I agree, then you've got it. We're still friends and I'm the only one of us who takes legible notes and you know, I....don't sleep so, the staying up part is already done."

Remus softened the arms that were wrapped protectively around his body--the last barrier he had between himself and his friends--dropping stupidly to his sides in front of Sirius Black who was perhaps the only person Remus had ever met who could maintain any sort of dignity in a dressing gown. "You don't have to."

"Shut up."

"Why have you been so quiet?"

"Why have you?"

"You're frustrating, you know. Answering my questions with questions when I'm the one who basically revealed the world's biggest secret today! I'm the one who's....sick and whatever! I'm allowed to have kept that to myself, you of all people should know what the worst looks like."

Sirius's eyes darkened for a split second and then it was just gone, replaced with an easy half-smile, "You're so dramatic, really?"

"I'm telling you all, you don't get it! It's not just a once a month thing--"

"Then tell us."

"I could die early, you know. You want to be friends with someone who could die when their sixteen? I could keel over next year for all I know!"

"Well...currently, I'm also friends with," Sirius held up his hand to count on his fingers, "Peter, who burps Irish folk songs, Marlene...who has more hair than I think anyone should and talks so fast I think she could win an award, James who does morning affirmations--"

"You've done them a few times," Remus grinned a little looking down at his feet.

"I will deny it. And then...my little brother, who is...ten and an artist. He paints." Remus laughed again this time a little louder, a little hard, "It's...watercolors? I don't know, he sends me cards sometimes. I've never had friends before this year, I'm not sure how friendships are supposed to go but...you fit right in with what I've gathered so far. Bloke who dies early."

"...Is...that better or worse than an artist?"

"Better. Definitely better."

--

Remus didn't think of the pamphlets again, not for many years. Because he made it to fifteen and suddenly there wasn't just Remus, there was Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Because he made it to seventeen and fell in love with the boy who had told him he was definitely better than a ten-year-old artist though he had substituted silk dressing gowns for sweatpants and nights in Remus's bed. Remus never let himself make plans, convinced they were going to fall apart anyway and he'd find himself in a hospital bed with his mother and father holding onto his hands, just waiting for the end to come sooner rather than later. But with James? Remus made plans to be around for a baby in the middle of a war. Plans that involved staying alive, and building cribs. And Sirius?

Remus made all the plans with Sirius.

Study plans.

Dinner plans.

Moving plans.

Wedding plans.

Secret plans that had Remus slipping out in the middle of the night, kissing the top of Sirius's cheekbone as he slept, hoping it didn't wake him up (it always did; Remus did it anyway).

Unexpected plans when Sirius didn't return to their tiny, weathered flat, and Remus had to find out through a long-winded grapevine that his best friends had been murdered, and his almost-fiancee had been the one to do it.

Remus didn't make plans after that, for the opposite reason. Not because he thought he was going to die, but because he had no reason to live. Day in and day out, dead-end jobs that paid next to nothing, sweaters unraveling thread by thread, and Remus couldn't have cared. A rock stuck on the side of the stream, unmoving until a visit from Albus Dumbledore made Remus remember what it was like to have something to look forward to. Until that same summer, Sirius's face was on the front page of the Daily Prophet--though not in the way Remus ever thought his stunning, beautiful, charismatic, almost-fiancee-husband-life partner-better half-soul mate would be pictured in a paper.

Everything picked up. Remus met Harry, 13 years after he had first met him in a tiny blanket in his mother's arms.

James's smile.

Lily's eyes.

James's curiosity.

Lily's persistence.

Whiplash, moving back and forth between two people he would never see again, forming a connection with someone he swore he would never meet properly, his own cowardice to blame. Harry had more words now and Remus felt like he was making up for the time he hadn't heard any of them. And in one single night, everything changed. Just like that.

--

"We're in the middle of a war," Remus said.

"Deja vu, hm, babe?"

"Sirius..."

"You said yes before."

"You never asked me officially before."

"My coffee proposal was just as good as this." Sirius was smiling at him, down on one knee and ring in his hand. In the middle of the sitting room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, while they listened to the wireless for war reports, waiting to see if they would hear Harry's name.

"I dunno, I do love coffee..."

"I love you."

"Yes."

Remus's knuckles hurt more these days; Remus noticed when Sirius put the ring on his fingers how tight it was. but Remus made plans.

--

"What do you mean I have to go back to school?" shouted Harry abruptly, pushing back from the kitchen table roughly, "I graduated."

"You didn't graduate, Harry, you have--"

"I don't care about NEWTS! No one gives a damn if I have--"

"I give a damn," Sirius said, pointedly looking at Harry firmly, "I give all the damns that you go back to school and you learn all the damn things that you didn't get to learn because you had a Dark Wizard on your back," he said.

"And the damns Sirius doesn't give, I'll give. I think I have a few lying around," Remus said and Harry rolled his eyes.

"The Auror department just said I can walk in and I have a job. I saved the entire bloody wizarding world! What's it matter if I don't have NEWT's? Isn't the point to get a job?"

"The point is to be proficient at magic, Harry," Sirius told him, "Are you?"

"Are you?" Remus snorted. Like father, like son, James was never the best at arguing either.

"I graduated," Sirius responded. "And, you can go ahead and be angry at me for this...but it's already been decided."

"What?! Why even bother asking me! Family discussion my arse! This is bullshit!"

"Mhmm," Sirius nodded but didn't flinch. Only picked up his cup of tea and took a sip, making eye contact with Remus over the top. Remus raised his own cup in response.

Remus remembered Harry crawling into bed with them that night after spending the afternoon giving both of them the silent treatment. Harry cried into Sirius's chest, his hand gripping Remus's arm tightly until he fell asleep. The next morning Remus woke up and noticed the red marks on Harry's hand-- the bruising he had to use paste for that had Sirius worrying when he looked at it.

Are you sure we don't need to go to the Healers?

They didn't.

They had other plans.

--

And Remus realized. One thing was better than making the plans.

Executing the plans.

The wedding in the backyard of Number 12. The wedding night that ended with Remus's head in the lav, and Sirius pressing a cold washcloth to his neck.

Vomiting.

Watching Harry graduate and take a breath to think about what he wanted for themselves.

Painting the kitchen. Remus had to stop every hour, even doing it by magic.

Fatigue.

Planting flowers in the backyard that Remus wasn't able to keep alive.

Planning a second wedding--this time for Harry and a boy with a big smile and a bigger heart that was able to hold Harry with care. Wedding in the middle of winter, because they had met around Christmas, and Remus was sweating through his suit.

Hyperhydrosis.

It wasn't just around full moons anymore, Remus noticed as he aged. It was all the time.

Vomiting.

Fatigue.

Hyperhydrosis.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

--

Remus woke up screaming one morning after a full moon that lasted longer than it should've in his opinion. Wolfsbane, while the most wonderful invention in his twenties, even in his early thirties, was miserable in his forties. You get to keep your mind. Remus didn't want his mind, Remus didn't want to know, or feel, or recognize any part of himself as he transformed, and tried to make his way back to being human. It would've been easier if he could just turn it off. But he couldn't. Especially when everything was getting worse. His shoulder, throbbing, aching, burning, singing the loudest amongst the other pains throughout his body.

"Baby, baby, sorry, I know it hurts," Sirius said, and Remus could barely make out his husband's face, barely registering his touch on his body his vision was so blurred.

"Sirius."

"I'm trying, baby, I'm trying, your shoulder, I can't get it back in, this is over my head."

Transformations got harder. That wasn't in the pamphlet. Remus even went back to check the pamphlets, making an absent comment to the Healer about how their reading material hadn't changed as the Healer put his shoulder back into place, though it didn't quite move the same after that. There should've been something in the leaflets that addressed what happened when you didn't die at 20, despite all odds, and now had a million things that you'd be leaving behind.

A script for Remus to follow.

Because he was coming up empty.

--

He could feel it. He could tell it was coming. His shoulder was useless. He had lost one of his canine teeth, though Sirius insisted it made him look cool. He was tired all the time, ending most days by 7pm and starting them at 10am.

He stopped teaching.

"You love your job."

"It's...an early retirement," Remus told Sirius for the millionth time. Sirius still slept on top of him and Remus was grateful that even this version of his body wasn't adverse to Sirius's touch. "Stop looking at me like that..."

"Like what?"

"Like you're trying to figure me out. I've known you forever, I know that look."

The pinched dark eyebrows, the set jaw.

"I want you to be happy. Will you be unhappy if you stop teaching?"

"Are you here?"

"Sometimes."

"Then I'm happy."

"Remus..."

"I'm happy, Sirius. I'm fine."

--

"Remus--"

"I'm fine, Sirius."

"This won't stop bleeding."

"It will."

"Remus--"

"Kiss me."

--

"Is Moony okay?" he heard Harry ask one evening. Remus had fallen asleep on the couch, just after dinner with Harry and his own family. Remus hadn't planned for grandchildren, and now they were here and Remus used every bit of energy he had on them. Harry's oldest had a loud laugh. Harrys youngest loved to run. Remus's eyes were half-closed and he desperately wanted to open them and reach out and comfort Harry.

The person he had started thinking about plans for all those years ago. Because he had time then.

And now he was running out.

Sand through an hourglass, grain by grain.

"He's fine, my love," Sirius said, though it wasn't a terribly convincing tone.

"He's..." Harry paused, "The...Dursleys had a cat... he was old. I remember. And he would sleep more and more as he got older and--"

"Hey," Sirius said softly, "Remus isn't a cat. He's always loved sleeping and now we're both ancient. I found three grey hairs the other day."

Harry gasped, "Three!? Terrible news."

"It was, I debated shaving my entire head," Sirius said, "Moony's fine, Harry."

"Would you...would you tell me if he wasn't?"

"Yeah. I would."

"Okay."

But what if I don't tell you?

--

"You're the only kid I like," Remus told Harry one afternoon when they were outside in the sun together. The only place Remus felt remotely okay anymore. Until he got too hot anyway. "I hope you know that."

"You taught."

"Teaching is very different than...birthday parties. Still the only kid I like..."

"Still?"

"My kid."

--

Remus thought back to that first conversation with Sirius at eleven, swallowing wolfsbane with shaking hands as he looked at his husband across the table.

First, he was Remus.

Then Moony.

Then my love, darling, baby, my moonlight.

"Sirius?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I..."

I'm going to die wasn't something that could be stirred into morning coffee.

"Alright?"

"I just love you."

"I love you."

You're the only reason I bothered making plans wasn't something that could be said casually, not like the way they talked about taking a walk or sitting in the sun together.

He got to be Moony again-- this time said differently from a kid who agreed to be his at fifteen. Moony from cradle...to grave.

Then finally husband.

And Grandad Moony.

Remus got to be a lot of things.

He was sure there were more things he could plan for....but he was out of time.

This was it.

"Baby?" Remus managed, watching as the moon out the window began to rise, and he could feel it deep in his bones that this was it.

Shortened lifespan.

Early death.

"You're alright, I'll see you soon, okay?"

"I'm the bloke who dies early."

Remus held on just long enough to watch as Sirius's face registered what was happening before his eyes, a tattooed hand reaching out to Remus's face.

It wasn't his mother and father there holding his hands. It was Sirius. His last touch.

"Remus..."

"Still better than an artist?"

"Just--"

"I'm sorry."

A.M.E.N!

J.K… even fictional characters think that Remus is gay. How can you even deny it at this point?

Sirius and Remus have a coffee in the sunset, good vibes only for @starstruck4moony thanks for the suggestion! X

did i read all of this? YES. And you should too-

“WHY SNAPE IS A TERRIBLE PERSON (AND MORE) AND WHY JAMES POTTER DESERVES BETTER”

[this post is a compilation of all the Snape content i could find on internet with additional thoughts] 

“After all this time?”

“Always,” said snape

Isn’t it funny how easily we are all ready to condemn absurd creepy sexual behavior in the name of ‘love’. We are all so ready to overlook all the bad one person did, all the things which, if the person was not played in the sympathetic light, we would have been so disgusted by. But all is fair in the game of love and war, no?

No.

It’s not. That is a dialogue manufactured by the patriarchal society to justify their creepy absurd romantic ideas but that is a discussion for some other time.

Let us begin this holy text by me reminding you all the horrible, horrible inexcusable things snape did AND FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME MEREDITH, NO, WANTING TO BONE LILY POTTER IS NOT A REDEMPTION ARC.

                                                 *long exhale*

 1. He was a terrorist. He was literally the wizard equivalent of a nazi. He joined the death eaters, willingly. He became friends with the dark lord, willingly. He practiced dark magic, willingly. He was a supremacist racist, willingly. 

  Can you imagine how good of an actor you have to be, to be friends with the whole gang of death eaters- dark wizard included- for them to suspect nothing? Now don’t even begin! We all know that Voldemort is no idiot himself, if he suspected nothing of Snape, it has to mean either that Snape is a very very good actor (which he is not) or he actually firmly believes and supports all the stuff (Which he does CANONICALLY.) He can double agent all he wants. It doesn’t erase the fact was that he was wizard equivalent of a nazi who wanted to eliminate people like Lily, his one true supposed love.

One of the main reasons some audiences sympathised with him was, him being a ‘double-agent’, risking his life in the name of love and blah blah blah. I hate to burst this bubble to you, but your precious little Snape joined the death eaters willingly when he was in his fifth year along with Lucius Malfoy. Doing the math, he had been a member for more than 10 years, out of which he only and only acted as a ‘double agent’ for 9 months. So don’t you dare go on and on singing the songs of honor for Snape 

2. He verbally abused kids. He, a 30-year-old man, an adult in the position of authority, mocked a teenage girl’s magically altered teeth, making her cry and leaving a forever imprint in her brain so much so that she later permanently changed her teeth, thus assisting body shaming and sowing the seeds of low self-esteem in minors. 

3. He was so horrible, so terrible to his students that he was literally the biggest fear of a kid. A kid, whose parents were tortured to insanity by a merciless woman. A kid, who was literally picked on by all of his peers. A kid, who was bullied just the way Snape ‘apparently’ was. A kid, who was constantly reminded by his abusive and controlling grandmother - his only source of any parental affection and guidance, mind you - how worthless he was. 

Shouldn’t this remind Snape of something? Shouldn’t this invoke the memories from the deeper places of his own childhood? Shouldn’t Snape recognise himself in him and for once choose not to be an asshole? Shouldn’t Snape be able to understand exactly what Neville was going through? Yes, hell yeah he should. BUT INSTEAD, HE INSULTED HIM IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS WHEN HE COULDN’T MAKE POTIONS HIS WAY AND THREATENED TO KILL HIS PET. How lovely, isn’t snape just adorable? So complex and so interesting. * heart-eyed emoji*

4. He started a dick measuring contest with an eleven-year-old kid just because he looked like his bully from middle school who married his crush and they fell in love and had awesome sex with each other. No, no. No, no. wait. Let me rephrase that. He started a dick measuring contest with an eleven-year-old boy who had grown up not only in an abusive household but also totally ignorant of the magical world, just because this father’s child was cooler and more popular than him in high school.

Snape did everything he could to make Harry’s life miserable because it was his way to get revenge against James. This is not a fifteen-year-old boy bullying another, it’s a fucking 30-year-old who is incapable of moving on bullying an 11-year-old because he just can’t let go of his hatred for a dead person. 

After seeing the abuse Dursley’s inflicted on Harry, he thought it was funny and felt no sympathy. The same age he was ‘bullied’, he didn’t care about the abuse. He didn’t see himself in harry. He thought it was funny, fucking funny. 

5. Lily, oh Lily. The ‘love’ of his life. But before it became ‘a tragic romantic story’, Lily Evans was Snape’s one and only friend.But before anything, let’s understand one thing very, very clearly: Lily did not love Snape and Snape didn’t love lily. He was obsessed with her to unhealthy lengths, yes. But he didn’t love her. It was an infatuation which had taken the form of the most toxic obsession.I hope I made this very clear.

6. He called Lily, his best friend, a mudblood - an extremely offending racial slur in the wizarding world- in front of his other ‘friends’ and tried to get away with it by saying ‘he didn’t mean it’ and that she (and only she) was different from the other muggle-borns.

7. Through the pensive we see that he dropped a whole tree branch on petunia and saw no problem in hurting the people Lily loved (seen later in larger proportions).

8.He didn’t love her otherwise he wouldn’t have cuddled with her dead body, leaving her crying infant son alone and let him get shipped off to an abusive household. He found and ripped a photo of Lily, James, and Harry happily in love in half and stole the other half with Lily smiling so he could pretend her love and happiness were directed at him and not her husband and child. HE WALKED OVER THE DEAD BODY OF A MAN WHO HAD LITERALLY SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR HIS WIFE AND FAMILY, AT 21, TO CRADLE AND CUDDLE WITH THE DEAD BODY OF HIS OBSESSION, IGNORING THE CRYING INFANT WHO HAD JUST LOST BOTH HIS PARENTS.

I have always thought that assholes like Snape invented the friend zone. Lily was under no obligation to love him and this man spent his entire life pining for her, which is not only creepy but considering Lily was married and in love with another man and had a child, downright inappropriate.

I read somewhere, “Snape’s Patronus being a doe and James’s being a stag shows the difference between obsession and love” and oh boy.

Now, this is the thing which really pisses me off: Snape laughed and mocked Tonks when her Patronus changed on falling in love with Remus, despite the fact that his own changed to match Lily’s. I MEAN THIS MAN IS PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE OF NOT BEING AN ASSHOLE. Instead of recognizing himself in all of these people and showing empathy, he chooses to be a jerk. He chooses to be an asshole. Which invalidates the whole “he had a terrible childhood so his jackass behavior is justified uwu” BULLSHIT.

9.TOTAL BULLSHIT. If you still argue that “he had a terrible childhood/life, it was inevitable that he’d become a terrible person!!!!”, Do you know who also had a terrible childhood? Sirius Black. Sirius was raised and abused by blood supremacists. He was disowned by his own family. He was framed for murdering the person he loved THE MOST ON THE WHOLE EARTH (but no, of course, romantic obsessive love>>>> Pure platonic love, of course). And then he had to spend 13 years in a prison which is especially known for making people insane. He escaped insanity and then he had to spend whatever life he had left running so that his soul won’t be sucked out of his body. He had to watch the kid he probably loved more than his own life being raised in an abusive household, just imagine how much of a failure he must have felt like when he couldn’t take care of his godson, the son of his best friend and brother- Harry. And HE STILL MANAGED TO BE A DECENT PERSON. 

And you know what Snape did to him? He wanted the soul sucked out of him because he didn’t like him. Let’s be real here, snape knew, Snape knew that Sirius hadn’t been a death eater, he knew. He knew that Sirius hadn’t murdered James, he knew. And yet he was ready to send an innocent, who was one the most brilliant wizards of the time and who would help largely to the cause of defeating Voldemort, but Snape never said anything. He was ready to exonerate an innocent man because he was once mean to him in school

10. And you know who else had a terrible life? Remus Lupin. Remus had no friends until he was 11. He lived in the constant fear that he was gonna be outed as a werewolf. He was forced to turn into a monster, a very painful process, every month. He lost everybody he loved and was forced to live in poverty for 14 years AND STILL MANAGED TO BE A DECENT PERSON.

Remus had only three people who ever loved him and one day, boom. They were all gone. One of them- dead with his wife, and the other locked away for his murder. And the third one was the reason it all happened in the first place. Can you imagine, one moment you had everything and the next nothing? Everything gone- just like that.

So he spent the next 14 years, living in poverty and working as a spy for dumbledore by living among werewolves -including the man who bit him- who supported Voldemort. Note: he lived among the werewolf, always in the danger of being torn apart and murdered on the spot. Whereas most of snape’s spy life involved him sulking around Hogwarts tormenting kids….safe. Remus lost everything but he still smiled, always smiled. He was kind and never took anything for granted. He chose not to be an asshole. Because being an asshole and being kind, it’s a choice.

Remus chose to be kind and of course, Snape chose to be an asshole. What pisses me so much is the fact that snape “let slip” that Remus is a werewolf. What had Remus done to snape? Literally nothing. Hell, he didn’t even ever ‘bully’ him. Snape knew how much of a struggle it would be for him to find another job because people would be scared of him. Remus had once already been outed as a werewolf and yet snape let it ‘slip’ anyway.

I just wanna ask one thing, how do you excuse such horrible things?

How do you ignore them like they never happened and pretend that he is the most tragic character ever?

How do you even bear to pretend that he isn’t some disgusting creep who is frozen into his teenage phase forever and refuses to move on?

How do you justify his behavior?

Severus Snape is a character who has done some pretty horrible things, some pretty unjustifiable things, and some pretty inexcusable things. And that is the way he was written. His actions weren’t meant to be justified or excused. He was written as a bad person, not a bad guy with a tragic past which justifies everything he did.

Now if you have only watched movies and not read books, then I slightly, very slightly understand you straight up not hating him.

Movie!Snape is still a jerk to his students for no good reason. However, several times we see him protecting his students or showing hesitation in his actions. He doesn’t pull off half the jerky shit he does in books.

All in all, movie!Snape is portrayed in a sympathetic light, more likely because Alan Rickman was an amazing actor and was told his backstory in advance 

ON THE OTHER HAND BOOK!SNAPE IS A TOTAL ASSHOLE, THROUGH AND THROUGH, AND NOTHING ELSE.

Now let’s make a list of all the terrible things James Potter did, shall we?

1. He bullied snape.

And yes, Sirius, sweetie, due to inexplicable reasons, your point of view of “Snape never missing an opportunity to get back at James or you” will be totally, completely, religiously ignored. AND EVERYBODY WILL GO OFF PRETENDING THAT SNAPE WAS A VICTIM, WHILE IT WAS STATED MULTIPLE TIMES THAT THE BULLYING WAS ‘MUTUAL’.

Besides, wasn’t Levicorpus a spell that Snape invented himself? How come James knew about it? Oh….maybe, our little snape is not the victim you make him out to be. Maybe James knew about it because Snape had used it on him before. THEIR BULLYING WAS MUTUAL.

If James was an idiot, Snape was no saint either.

2. He ‘hexed’ people in corridors. And we know this because all the ‘history’ we know, is from Snape’s perspective. And I am pretty sure you must have heard the quote,”Nobody is a victim in their own story’. I am also pretty sure that if we start looking at the memories of King Jo un, we will ‘love’ him too, at least some of you fools would. The point I want to clear here is: Psychology says, “We don’t remember what happened, what we remember becomes what happened.” You have to keep in mind that Snape was given an opportunity to tell his story, James never was.

3. And…

4. And…

5. And…

6. um…..

…….yeah. What else did he do guys? I am running out of things. Nothing else? Oh, that’s right.

James Potter was just a kid who was born into a privileged family. He was his rich parents only child, they loved him like he was the only star in the sky, because for them he was. James Potter was many things, but a bad person is not one of them. 

Because If James Potter was such a bad person, then why did he take in a child who was abused and disowned by his family, and provided him a shelter for five years?

If he were such a bad person, then why was he totally okay with Remus being a werewolf- something which was considered extremely disgusting in the wizard world? Why did he become an unregistered animagi, just so his friend could feel safe and not feel so lonely and suffer alone?

If he were such a bad person, then why did he decline Voldemort’s offer to join the death eaters, not once, not twice but thrice? Why didn’t he just join it and become the second most powerful person as he was promised- something no matter how much ass licking Beatrix or Snape do, they would have never been able to achieve?

 If he were such a bad person, then why did literally everybody who had ever, even once met him, loved him? Hagrid? Mcgonagall? Dumbledore? Sirius? Lupin? Lily? Arthur? Molly? Luna’s dad?

That’s because James Potter was not a bad person.

James Potter was a brave man with a pure golden heart, who loved his friends and family, and chose light over darkness. 

Eventually, he grew up and became a head boy. Do you think dumbledore would have made him the head boy if he didn’t deserve it? I think the fuck not.

Do you think Lily Evans, one of the smartest girls, both in the classroom and literal life, would have fallen in love with him so much so that she married him if he were still an asshole? No. That’s because people change and people grow and people evolve into better versions of themselves.

The difference between Snape and James is that James realized what a horrible person he was being and changed. While Snape went into adulthood bullying kids. This man was forever stuck into his teenage years and was physically incapable to move on.

James grew up (something snape never did).

And yet James Potter is hated so much, just because he was never given the opportunity to tell his side of the story. Snape did such horrible, inexcusable things and yet people find a place to ‘love’ him while this man who had done everything in his power to make the world a better place is hated so much because he ‘bullied’ Snape. Well, if we are putting it like that, he was ‘bullied back’ by Snape too.

James Potter died wandless, alone, betrayed, and hopeless on a staircase. This man had never been more dedicated to anything in his life than he was to lily. In his final moments, all he did was to buy them time. Try to save them. Can you imagine dying and not knowing if your wife and son are safe? Can you imagine the failure he must have felt?

All of this and everybody goes “we love you snape, our hero! Our saviour! The one who died for love! So sad, so tragic! We love you Snape! <3<3<3” 

And while to james “Asshole! Idiot! Arrogant! Lily should have chosen better! ~_~”

YEAH IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO ME EITHER.

amen, bitch!

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole