#f jkr

[pomegranatepetrichord]

lil remus snoozin on the train

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full rez photo ^

[lovepersevering13]

writting a little marlene mckinnon fic, would love it if anyone wanted to check it out! also if anyone is interested in editing/knows someone who would be please let me know because i'm a mess lol

[evamme]

THE ULTIMATE IRONY.

[multistanninglifestyle]

James and Severus’ relationship (canonically)

Okay so this is a very random and VERY long rant, so beware! I just need to share it with someone bc I’ve been annoyed with this for a long time lol.

In this fandom I now and then come across the "war" between Severus Snape defenders and James Potter defenders. I want to make it very clear here in the beginning that I am not defending anyone. I just think it’s a quite lob-sided argument on both sides.

I am in this post going to use the original seven Harry Potter books as source because I find it extremely weird when people use fan fiction in this kind of debate. Like I could write a fanfic rn where Snape is the loveliest person to ever walk this earth, but that would make this topic impossible to debate. Same thing goes for James. We cannot talk about how he was as an adult because we don’t know. All we know are that his closest friends through he was a great wizard, but they thought that when he was in school too. He might have been as lovely as he is in the fics, and he might not have been. The point is, it’s not relevant to this discussion.

Snape is a half blood, comes from a poor family where he is abused and neglected. His background, his not very respected family name, and the fact that he is pretty…uncharismatic… gives him a huge disadvantage from the beginning. This obviously makes him a very easy target, and to me it’s not so strange that he makes “friends” with the, from his perspective, strongest people in his house. He doesn’t want to become a target and he wants help to get away from his past.

James, on the other hand, is a pure blood, comes from a very rich and respected family, and he is VERY charismatic. This makes him extremely popular and has basically the entire school, including professors, in his back.

In the books it’s also clear that it was the marauders who started the beef with Snape by insulting him on their first ride on the Hogwarts Express. This in time led to Severus following the marauders around, trying to get them expelled. In return, James hexed Severus at every given possibility. This would’ve been pretty fair if James didn’t know he was pretty much untouchable with his status in school.

In the books it also says that James tended to enjoy hexing innocent students for no other reason than because he could. This shows just how arrogant and obnoxious he used to be. It is however said that he did get less stuck-up by the years, which was one of the reasons he and Lilly started dating. He still bullied Severus though, so he wasn’t all hugs and kisses.

After school, James and Severus naturally stayed away from each other. Snape followed his newly made “friends” and went down the dark path, following Voldemort. In his death-eater career he was very successful and one of Voldemort’s closer followers. He is the reason Voldermort knew about the prophecy and killed the Potters. When Snape begged Dumbledore for forgiveness, he basically said that he had tried to make Voldermort to keep Lilly alive but kill the rest. Dumbledore saw his opportunity and recruited Snape as his spy and after the war he protected him by taking him in as a professor.

Up to this point, I can kind of see where Snape is coming from. He was selfish, scared and a bit greedy. He wanted to get Voldermort’s approval and he wanted to gain from his success. He basically wanted to get as far away from the life he left behind as possible, which I can kind of relate to.

When he starts working at Hogwarts however, he bullies his students into fearing him, abusing his power as a professor. I mean he is so bad that Neville’s boggart is impersonating him. Neville has been through a lot, loosing both his parents, been bullied and been living with his very strict grandmother. Despite all this, his professor, whom part of his future relies on, is the thing he fears the most.

I don’t care what Snape does in the last two books, bc nothing from the point when he became an adult to his death can be excused. When he was in school, I personally think with the circumstances that James was worse, and he didn’t really get a chance to redeem himself from that.

Yeah okay that’s it. Sorry if I got a bit carried away. If I got some information wrong or if I missed something, please correct me. Can I send this to my English teacher as an essay instead of the one on the social media I’m writing? Would that count?

I’m also in a bit of a drawing slump and I also have mountains of assignments and tests in front of me so I won’t be posting for a while. I’m sorry about that

Edit: Someone pointed out that Snape confessed to Dumbledore before the Potters died, which ofc is correct and my brain just got it a bit mixed up. Thank you @maruke2003 for pointing it out!

[theliliesofwatersedge]

Question- what the fuck happened to the Potter Manor??

Because thanks to Fleamont Potter (and the very long wizarding bloodline of the Potters) there would have had to have been a Manor in their name as that is something we see as  very common amongst pureblood or/and wealthy wizarding families. But where is it? Seriously. Dumbledore was basically in charge of Harry and never mentioned or told him how he is in fact entitled to an entire mansion!!!!!!!! Furthermore, I doubt James Potter would sell his family home as well, I think they would have kept the estate for when the war would hopefully end as James had a VERY close connection to his parents.

[doyouevenamericano]

Jkr is kinda redundant within the marauders fandom.

everyone has just accepted their all gay. All of them. Not a single soul isn’t at least a little bit fruity.

[skubic]

“We in this generation are by destiny rather than choice- the watchmen on the walls of world freedom. We ask, therefore, that we may be worthy of our power and responsibility, that we may exercise our strength with wisdom and restraint, and that we may achieve in our time and for all time the ancient vision of “peace on earth, good will toward men." That must always be our goal, and the righteousness of our cause must always underlie our strength. For as was written long ago: "except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain?”

- J.F. Kennedy

EXCERPT FROM THE SPEECH THAT PRESIDENT KENNEDY WAS TO DELIVER AT THE DALLAS TRADE MART ON NOVEMBER 22, 1953.

He was murdered by our CIA moments before.

[didirollmyeyesoutloud]

When JK writes Harry: stupid little baby, child soldier

When I write Harry: anxiety

[v-h-lupin]

f*ck yeah

be disturbed

I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

[pomegranatepetrichord]

i am working on things i promise i just work 70 hours a week and jm moving countries in 22 days

[dropssofjupitter]

personally i don’t support JKR too but can i ask y u don’t cos idk how to explain to my friend y not to

Hello my love! I'd be more than happy to help!

To put it bluntly, JKR has shown multiple times that she is racist and transphobic, and seems to have little to no remorse for her actions. She has been labeled as a TERF by the community (one that I personally find fitting) and by multiple media-outlets.

She has posted tweets claiming that trans-women should not be allowed to use women's' restrooms, and queer-baited both the community and her fanbase multiple times.

The main cause of her racism was simply her depiction of POC characters in the Harry Potter franchise. For example, she named the only Asian character Cho Chang, and placed her in Ravenclaw, which feeds into harmful and hurtful Asian stereotypes. (Here's an essay from CalPoly as a more in depth look as to why her character is problematic)

Here are a few links to the other incidents mentioned:

Four Major Controversies of JK Rowling

Guideline of Transgender Comments by JKR

I attempted to find some articles that thoroughly explained the situation while still discussing what I was focusing on. I still highly recommend that you do your own research into the subject, especially if you're going to be talking to your friend about it! It's important that you see both points of view on the matter and decide for yourself whether the evidence is sufficient. Please do not immediately take my word and opinion for it I am a stranger on the internet lol.

I hope this was useful and helpful for you! Please let me know if you need any further clarification at all nonnie, I'm happy to help :)

Also! If anyone sees anything incorrect on here, please let me know and I'll fix it right away!

[ay0nha]

Some Unholy War | Theseus Scamander

SUMMARY: In an ideal world, you’d like to think you and Theseus could be friends. Frankly, though, his compassion made you nauseous. Or maybe it was nerves. The feeling was always hard for you to distinguish. You wished the way he looked at you would bring warmth to your chest, but it only reminded you of how that was another impossibility. 

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x f!reader 

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, mentions of smoking and drinking, angst, morally gray reader, mutual pining, semi enemies-to- lovers, protective Theseus, etc. 

A/N: Lowkey proud of this one, so comments and feedback are Super welcomed! This was based off this request, so thank you SO much anon, this was a blast that might have to be a series. Also Huge thanks to @kalllistos​ for all the help, couldn’t have been done without you!! Enjoy.

PART II, PART III, PART IV

You fit in so absolutely.

The rim of your glass was still lined with enough sugar to enjoy dwindling sips. Theseus knew it was gin. Your lipstick left a mark on everything you kissed, the pattern was found on your glass, and the cigarette holder balanced between your fingers. You made everything look so serene. Simple.

Scanning the room, you hadn’t seen Theseus yet. However, he, too, fit in—tie properly knotted to show his status and pocket-watch cleverly tucked in his waistcoat. Once he joined you at the secluded booth, he’d complete the idyllic image.  

Yet, Theseus lingered for a moment, taking you in. Your confidence was always envious. It worked silently, exuding from your presence alone. Your magnetism couldn’t be credited to magic but to how you evolved, becoming pointed and moving without fault.

Theseus was one of the only ones remaining to know it hadn’t begun that way. He remembered you, a few years below him, always sprinting to class, already late. The professors would scold you, and your confidence was read as insolence. You challenged everything and excelled in doing so, but it only lent itself to trouble. It created a barrier always present between the two of you.

“You’re late.” You sucked in a crackling breath. With pointed eyes, you took his presence in. Even late into the night, he was always so poised. Professional.  “I’m risking a lot showing my face here.”

“You look beautiful.” Theseus slid into the leather cushion. The charm always came with his supposed  professionalism. It came in waves and never crawled under your skin the way intended. “Relax…It’s fine.”

Unbuttoning his suit jacket’s button, Theseus settled. It was bold of you to accept his invitation to meet so publicly, but he knew you couldn’t resist. You just needed to play your part smartly and get what you want.  

“Your promises are too shallow for me to trust.” You crossed your legs, making it easier to lean and be heard. Then, you clicked your tongue against your teeth with sarcasm, “I think I’d rather you arrest me.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve clocked out for the night.” Theseus was an intentional man, a clever man. He was protecting his image just as much as yours. “It’s just you and me.”

“That’s why you wanted to meet here…” You hummed with feigned realization. The muggle restaurant was a precarious cover but equally as rewarding in its purpose. “You know there are better ways to ask someone on a date.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time…” Theseus matched your hum absentmindedly. The banter was a buffer, something to ease into an inevitable unwanted conversation. Reaching into his heavily charmed jacket, he pulled out a file.

It was always a fucking file. The folders were always pristine, never quite full of all the information, just enough of what Theseus was willing to share. It grew over the years of the unorthodox relationship, but you knew not to mistake that for trust.

The figures in the picture were blurry, moving incoherently as they entered a building. The stack of images moved in sequence, following rushedly an exchange that was meant to remain a secret. Without seeing their faces well, you knew who they were, and you held back from using your cigarette roach to burn it all away. Instead, the image repeat over and over before you, but your expression was trained with passivity.

“When did he get out?” You finally met Theseus’ eye. Your composure could fool most, but to a trained eye, your discomfort was obvious.

“A month or so at this point...”

Your laugh was bitter. “So, I’ve been a sitting duck.”

“You’ve been avoiding me...” Theseus countered, his tone just barely teasing. There was truth in jest, as there were plenty of owls following you. You looked at him, knowing what came next. His compassion would get him killed. “...I can help you.”

“Careful.” You cocked your head, musing a buried thought. “You’re getting awful sentimental these days.”

“Don’t you want those off?” Theseus leaned in like you had, voice low. Although his fingers were threaded together, he pointed to the bracelets on your wrists.

You smirked, “And ruin my outfit?”

Rarely did you acknowledge them so explicitly. The bracelets—admonitors—dampened your magic by tracking your every spell. They made you feel like a child with a trace spell. Part of you wished you could say you grew accustomed to the constant surveillance, but you grew weary of lying.

The offer was too sweet, and you wanted more than just your magic untraced. “What’s the catch?”

“You help the Ministry find him.” Theseus was trying to protect you, but you were too filled with vindication to notice.

“You mean work for you.”

He frowned, correcting you, “With me.”

“There truly isn’t a difference in your world.” You spat. The ministry was the reason you were in this mess; they branded your cuffs as a daily reminder that your autonomy was shared. “You’d be using me as bait.”

The conversation would go in circles, as it always had. It was the reason more time was added between meetings. Every time you left, that bitter taste grew stronger, and it was difficult to put it aside to face Theseus again and again. This was different—more threatening, but your anger prevailed.

“I won’t do it.”

“Catching him will clear your name.” Theseus all but begged. He remained poised, but you knew it would only last for so long. Those around you looked your way; interest piqued in conversation they weren’t privy to.

“I’m not innocent.” You were blunt. You had been called cold because of it. But it was a trait that you favored, especially at times like this. You wanted to see Theseus break.

You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Theseus chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were children.

The table held your drink, forgotten and diluted. The air was tense and hushed. Theseus needed to move fast, knowing you were moments away from fleeing. But he knew he had just enough time as you lit another cigarette, this time not for vanity but to quell your nerves.

Your nails tapped on the base of your cocktail glass. Your fingertips twitched, begging to satisfy their itch for magic. You debated on if your actions would be worth it.  Theseus decided for you, hand flexing to replenish your drink.

Your lipstick remained fresh but still marked the glass. It was perfectly cold, calming the swarm of nerves that hit you. “It’s a bit strong.”

“Nothing you can’t handle, I’m sure.” Theseus appreciated your teasing; it meant he was doing something right.

“This place is quite charming, you know,” You looked around before shifting forward even more. It may have been improper, but you leaned over the table, elbows resting comfortably. “Next time, we’ll have to venture and order food.”

“Sure.” Theseus agreed, body language mirroring yours. To anyone else, the pair of you would look smitten. “Anytime you’d like.”

“Anytime?” Your eyebrow ticked up as you tapped at the ashtray.  “Come on, I’m surprised you’ve stuck around as long as you have.” Your knuckles crept forward, almost bumping his as they dragged to the middle of the linen cloth atop the table. “Truly—We haven’t—”

You stopped yourself with an uncharacteristic laugh. A tinge spread below Theseus’ freckles, assuming your humor was chastising him. But you were laughing at yourself, at how ridiculous you felt. You were enjoying yourself.

The feeling felt foreign, so you prickled. “Be practical, Theseus.”

Your worlds barely overlapped, and where it had highlighted the worst parts of each of you. Your world was dark and hidden; you stole and bribed. You were suitable for it and resisted morphing into the image Theseus expected of you.

He was as kind as any Hufflepuff, putting other needs first and blindly placing his kindness. He mistook his demeanor for bravery, but his true bravery formed by sitting across from you. The only barrier seemed to be Theseus’ incorruptible moral code, a space where you couldn’t quite freely exist.

“I need to know the full story.” His voice was commanding, betraying his desperation.

Theseus looked warm, contrasting the winter blizzarding outside. A bubble was created that was becoming suffocating, but with him across you, it seemed just marginally bearable. His hand flexed, skimming yours, hoping to regain your attention.

“You already know how it ends. What does the rest matter?” You thought to sink back, but you chased the small contact. “I want nothing to do with this. With him.”

“I’ll be there the entire time,” Theseus promised, voice low and steady, reflecting his sincerity. You could make out the warmth he was willing to share, but you weren’t willing to accept it wholly.

“And my interests?”

Theseus’ expression fell slightly at your evasive rejection. It reminded him of his position, of his strained relation to you—what he was supposed to do but always found a reason to put off.

“It depends on where they lie.”

In an ideal world, you’d like to think you and Theseus could be friends. Frankly, though, his compassion made you nauseous. Or maybe it was nerves. The feeling was always hard for you to distinguish. You wished the way he looked at you would bring warmth to your chest, but it only reminded you of how that was another impossibility.

You wished his gaze would turn you to stone; that way, you could avoid everything else. Instead, it made you melt, it made you pliable in way you opposed with others. There was a suspicion he kept returning just because of that—despite your bluff and his willful ignorance, you weren’t made of stone, and deep down, he knew that. Probably not consciously, but he did.

You always came back. Or he did—another indistinguishable something. You could still feel his fingers reaching for yours. It almost made you cave. Yet, your back met the bench of the booth, and your hand drew away as you placed your cigarette on your lips.

Although you were still present, Theseus watched you flee. Your guard returned stronger, but he didn’t regret his words. Theseus’ eyes were pleading, and you went to blame his naivety, but you found something distinct there. The reason you were here tonight was not for a favor.

It was an ultimatum, not a request.

“When was this decided?” You asked. You thought Theseus came alone, and now the naivety fell on you. There were too many eyes on you now to dismiss the crowd as solely muggles.  You fell so perfectly into the trap that all you could do was laugh.

“I wanted to keep you out of this,” Theseus admitted. It was the truth, but he knew what needed to be done. The greater good, you could already hear his defense. “This is the only way.”

“Your way.” You shook your head. Another laugh. “And what happens when he kills me? Hmm?”

“He won’t.” Another promise that made you sick. “I’ll be there the whole ti—

“Then you, Theseus—” Venom dripped from your every pointed word. From the corner of your eye, you saw how the undercover aurors were ready to respond to your agitation. If they wanted a spectacle, you were moments from providing it. “— are ill-prepared for what he’s willing to do.”

“You need to trust me.” Theseus attempted to regain the conversation but failed to recognize any mending he made was lost.

“And why should I trust the man that watches my every move?”

Theseus put you in this position; he was the wizard who held your wrist tightly all those years ago to secure the admonitors. For your own good, he told you. He believed it, and yet again, you found yourself at the hands of his so-called mercy.

“And if I decline?” You weren’t in such a position to, but Theseus understood your question only brought ruination. 

“The only way you're walking out of here is because of me.”

A threat, how original.  Your cigarette threatened to burn your lips. The ash tarnished the linen that fell over your lap. Apart of you hoped it would set the entire thing aflame. Maybe then you’d have a chance at a genuine escape. For now, though, you resolved to the final word.

“You think you are blessed with morality—” You finished your drink, the taste becoming sour. “—yet what sits before me is nothing but a boy that’s only purpose is to follow orders blindly.”

[catbookcat]

i feel like this is how jkr named poc but she was like hella more offensive. i heard she also did this for a polish character?

“hi, i’m an author and this is my american character, chair lightbulb.  in american, ‘chair’ means to be in a position of leadership, while ‘lightbulb’ means intelligence.  yeah it’s kind of an unusual name in american. she’s always been distant from her  american heritage, but her parents wanted her name to honor the american language, while still being unique.  don’t worry, she’s very embarrassed about her heritage and it will hardly ever come up.”

[dawnstudies]

Everyone please, just hear me out:

*big inhale*

Perciver

Thank you for coming to my ted-talk.

[blorger]

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears

Hypothetically speaking, how would a Reasonable Person (aka. someone who does not wish to support noted TERF and all around horrible person JKR) go about gaining access to the hp books in digital format? We're purely talking in the abstract of course, as a thought exercise.

Signed,

a well known lover of Law and Order (and also capitalism)

nvm I have seen the error of my ways, even hypothetical crimes are now behind me, I look forward to living my life on the straight and narrow. Why this change? I've started reading some new books, the healing powers of literature have purified me.

xoxo