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HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS (2002) dir. Chris Columbus ☛ ALAN RICKMAN as Severus Snape ☛ RICHARD HARRIS as Albus Dumbledore
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♡♡ DARK HARBOR SPOILERS ♡♡ soft core n$fŵ gifs
The way my jaw hit the floor because i didnt research the movie before watching.
As a fem appearing male, this scene is my self insert scene. Shut up. We all have one.
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It’s Alan’s birthday! We all know what that means, time to bust out the birthday suit.
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You will never be forgotten. Happy Birthday Alan 🎂
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Indeed.
Happy Birthday Alan Rickman, you will never be forgotten.
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Happy Birthday!
Alan Rickman!
We miss you deeply.
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In honor of the 30th birthday of Die Hard (July 12, 1988) Alan Rickman as Hans Gruber.
Found on Giphy Source : stjamesinfermary (Tumblr)
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Love on the Run
Summary: Dinner and romance? Not with Hans Gruber.
Pairing: Hans Gruber × Fem! Reader
Warnings: Weapons.
Also read on Ao3
You drummed your fingers against the steering wheel, your nails tapping out a frustrated rhythm as you stared at the glowing sign of the 24-hour convenience store. The neon buzzed faintly, flickering like it was just as exhausted as you were. This was how you were spending your Valentine’s Day.
Not in a fancy restaurant. Not in some five-star hotel suite with silk sheets and champagne. Not even at home, tangled in Hans’ arms while he whispered his usual brand of dangerous, wicked promises in your ear. No. Instead, your boyfriend—the brilliant, maddening, infuriating Hans Gruber—had dragged you to a damn convenience store at ten at night.
You glared at him as he stepped out of the car. “What the hell could you possibly need at this hour, Hans?”
Hans didn’t even glance back at you. He just smirked—that infuriating, knowing smirk that meant he was up to something. The kind of smirk that made your stomach flip and made you want to strangle him in equal measure. “Patience, Liebchen,” he said smoothly, his thick German accent laced with amusement. “I’ll take care of everything.”
“Yeah, right.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he strode into the store.
You knew better than to expect flowers or chocolates or even a half-assed Hallmark card. If he was finally getting you a Valentine’s gift, it was going to be last-minute and probably terrible. Some expired candy bar, a stuffed animal with one eye missing, or—hell—maybe a single wilted rose from the discount rack.
You sighed, staring at the road, forcing down your irritation. If he forgot completely, you’d kill him.
Then— BOOM.
Gunfire erupted inside the store.
Your head snapped up. What the—?
Your heart was still catching up when Hans burst through the automatic doors, moving like a damn hurricane. A black ski mask was pulled over his face, a gun in his hand, and a bag—a full fucking bag—stuffed with cash slung over his shoulder.
Your jaw dropped.
“What the fuck, Hans?!” you shrieked, even as he practically threw himself into the passenger seat.
“Drive, darling!” he ordered, breathless but laughing, his voice buzzing with pure adrenaline. “Unless you’d prefer we stay and have a chat with the police.”
“Jesus Christ—” You slammed your foot on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot just as the wail of sirens cut through the night air.
Hans yanked the ski mask off, his hazel eyes gleaming, his hair mussed from the rush. And—because he was a goddamn lunatic—he was grinning.
Grinning.
Like he’d just won the lottery instead of committing armed robbery.
“You absolute bastard!” you snapped, your hands gripping the wheel so tight your knuckles went white. “You took me to a damn convenience store just to rob the place?!”
Hans laughed, completely unbothered, his smugness infuriatingly intact. “Technically, I took you so I could get you a gift.” He opened the bag, casually flipping through stacks of stolen cash. “Now, I can buy you something truly exquisite, my love. Diamonds, perhaps? A private island? A fleet of yachts?”
“You son of a bitch!” You threw one hand off the wheel long enough to smack his shoulder—hard.
Hans barely flinched, adjusting his suit jacket like he hadn’t just committed a felony. “Tsk. Violence is never the answer, darling.”
“Screw you, Hans! I thought you were just getting me some shitty Valentine’s gift, not robbing a damn store!”
“Oh, but I was,” Hans said smoothly, flashing you a wicked grin. “And now, you’ll have the finest gift money—or a well-executed crime—can buy.”
“You absolute menace,” you growled, exhaling hard. You should have been furious. You were furious. But this—this was so Hans. And god help you, some twisted, chaotic part of you couldn’t help but laugh.
Hans caught the sound immediately. “Ah-ha! You like this,” he teased, tilting his head, his voice dipping into that low, dangerous purr that always turned your bones to liquid. “Admit it, darling. You enjoy the chaos.”
“You are such a fucking menace,” you muttered, shaking your head.
“And yet, you love me,” he mused, smug as hell, tossing a stack of money into your lap.
You scowled but snatched up the bills, pocketing them with a begrudging smirk. “Fucking bastard.”
Hans chuckled, looking far too pleased with himself. “Ah, my dear, sweet Valentine. You do know how to flatter a man.”
And with that, you kept driving—speeding down the empty highway with sirens in the distance, money in your pocket, adrenaline in your veins, and your lunatic of a boyfriend grinning beside you like a goddamn madman.
Some girls got chocolates. Some got roses.
You got a fucking felony.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
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The Origin of Lionel Shahbandar (including Portuguese subtitles for my Brazilian followers)
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Happy birthday, Mr. Severus Snape. You are deeply missed. 🖤
January 9, 1960
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HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE (2001) dir. Chris Columbus ☛ ALAN RICKMAN as Severus Snape
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also old edit i fucked up the lyrics at the end dont care this song makes me faint
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Happy Birthday. You are still missed, so very much.
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