#harry is everyones favorite

[moderndayamymarch]

one of my favorite things about the deathly hallows book is the revelation that snape and petunia knew each other. like if you asked someone in 1997, “hey which two characters from harry potter have longstanding childhood beef with each other”. I’m not sure anyone would’ve answered “harry’s bitchy muggle aunt and the mean potions teacher”. but it also makes total sense. like they are the two biggest haters.

[godofstory]

Now it's Daeron's turn to keep up the "simping uncle" tradition

[amelia-mariee]

I took my mom to see Twisters because i assumed she’d love Tyler Owens, but she was actually much more focused on that guy Ben. She was so worried about him the entire movie. After Kate’s plan worked and the tornado disappeared, my mom immediately turned to me and went “wait what happened to the British guy? Is he okay?” She was so proud of him for getting his first cowboy hat. She laughed every time he said anything. My mom is Ben’s biggest (and probably only) fan.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

What if Christos Lawton is the one responsible for putting I Say A Little Prayer For You on the official George Hodgson playlist. What then. On the one hand I would have to set myself on fire but on the other hand it would be FANTASTIC news for whoever authored my all time favorite post on the Cold Boys Kink Meme

[superfallingstars]

I've been stuck between these three fancasts/faceclaims for awhile now and would love to get the opinion of The People on this. To be fair, I chose the most "Eileen" pictures of each of them to showcase. Also it's just a merry coincidence that they all happen to be musicians I like. Anyway more photos below

Joan Baez:

Laura Nyro:

Zola Jesus (Nika Roza Danilova):

[loopnoid]

celebratory doodles because i just posted the final chapter of my BJ goes to Maine x When Harry Met Sally fic <3

[therealvinelle]

When did Dumbledore start his giant grudge against Tom Riddle? What triggered it?

From what we see in the memory of Dumbledore and Tom Riddle's first meeting, we started off at day 0 with this enmity, and the trigger was that Dumbledore... doesn't seem to actually like children all that much. Oh, it's all well and good when they're pleasant and listen with bright and attentive eyes to him, but Tom Riddle was guarded and that seems to have been enough. The way Dumbledore reads nefarious intent into everything Tom, an eleven-year-old, says or does speaks for itself.

(As it is I find Tom in the orphanage memory acts very much like a normal child. Distrustful of authorities and jaded, yes, but that's hardly surprising given his background. Dumbledore's lack of understanding and immediate dislike of what is essentially a troubled child is what I find concerning about the chapter.)

Dumbledore goes on to explain to Harry how... I can't even paraphrase this, you're getting a quote (only a paragraph, or we'd be here all day):

"I had, as I have already indicated, resolved to keep a close eye upon him, and so I did. I cannot pretend that I gleaned a great deal from my observations at first. He was very guarded with me; he felt, am sure, that in the thrill of discovering his true identity he had told me a little too much. He was careful never to reveal as much again, but he could not take back what he had let slip in his excitement, nor what Mrs. Cole had confided in me. However, he had the sense never to try and charm me as he charmed so many of my colleagues." (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, page 239-240)

(Yes, the guy kept going, beautifully at one point admitting "So I never actually caught him doing anything wrong at any point, but I feel confident in saying he was being evil off-screen all the same" and at another explaining "He had dark glamour, Harry", but I'm trying to be brief here.)

So.

Dumbledore, per his own admission, couldn't catch Tom out on anything even though he kept close watch and we know how uncharitable he is in his interpretation of Tom's words and actions. Notice too, though, how he thinks Tom viewed their first meeting: he believes Tom Riddle was an eleven-year-old politician straight out of Lord Hadrian Potter fanfics. Tom keeps his distance from a professor he doesn't like and Dumbledore says, "Ah, the Machiavellian youth recognizes me as a worthy opponent. How sensible of him."

You can't make this shit up.

So, no, Tom never stood a chance with Dumbledore. It was one-sided Machiavelli at first sight.

(And no, I don't believe this was mutual. Tom acts entirely too normal in the job interview memory, he's having a job interview and Dumbledore is Obi-Wan meeting Darth Vader on the Death Star. It's hilarious, but uh telling.)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Au where Tuvok succeeded in 'Prime Factors' and Voyager got home in like a year or less BUT Tuvok got court martialed and sent to a penal colony or something and his days quickly become divided between sad visits with his wife and children, tense visits with Janeway, and homoerotic psychological warfare with his quickly established cellmate - Lon Suder. Because in this AU, since they get back to Federation space so quickly, the Maquis that Voyager 'captured' are still considered criminals that need to be taken down, primarily to send a message to the rest of the Maquis who're still active. (Though their sentences are lessened due to their cooperation on Voyager, also to send a message.) This also means that a not insignificant amount of Tuvok's time is spent being attacked or harassed by the Maquis, their sympathizers, or just in general people who know him as a traitor twice over. Being in close contact with (known extreme violence inflictor) Suder is helpful for that. Unfortunately...the psychological warfare.

[thatsrightice]

Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking about that one navigator at Thorpe Abbotts that every other navigator thought was actually insane and literally no one wanted to fly with him. And he was positioned to replace Crosby as Group Navigator but everyone wanted Crosby to stay so they decided to “get rid” of his competition.

Like Crosby left on weekend pass and came back to discover there’d essentially been a coup and no one will tell him wtf is going on.

[hptrash-lookaway]

I don’t know if I agree with the hc that Sirius’ parents actually cared about him they were just terrible at showing it, but I can’t stop turning it around in my head, just can’t stop thinking about like. Sirius being the favorite. and him having no idea, cause the whole family is kinda fucked up

Currently obsessed with the idea of a no war au where a lot of the stuff is pretty much the same, but with no Voldemort, nothing ends up pushing Sirius to run away, so Sirius is still in contact with his family, and so they all end up having to interact with Harry, and since Sirius absolutely adores Harry, they all try to be extra nice to him

Harry still ends up getting named his heir and it’s crazy and Sirius is ready to defend this choice to his family but they all just let him and it’s more everyone outside of the family who’s like “what the fuck???”

[sydmarch]

@koloocheh tumblr will not allow me to actually @ you in this but your tags inspired me

[quilleth]

If the 2020's could just fucking CHILL that'd be great

[iloveyouimsorrry]

idk why but i think it’s so funny that the entire marauders fandom argues about every single ship except for wolfstar. like genuinely 99.99% of people ship wolfstar and i think that’s so great like as a fandom everyone is always fighting but at any given moment you could mention wolfstar and everyone takes a sigh of relief and is like “yeah”

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

one thing i love about harry's shows is that he does them the old school way. no dancers, no musical choreographies, nothing. just him, his voice and his band.

[acebytaemin]

Top 5 concerts you've been to

1. shinee (yes they performed 4 songs yes it was the best time of my life)

2. skz

3. frank iero

4. rihanna

5. beyoncé

+ honorary mention to vixx, skunk anansie & arctic monkeys

[padfootastic]

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hello friend! thank u for the ask <3 these are some tough questions hehe

💬 what dialogue are you most proud of?

the conversation between harry, ron, and hermione in the latest FoD chapter is def something i’m v proud of! another bit is this, between sirius & oscar (i think i posted the snippet awhile ago? but it still makes me very happy haha)

I don’t deserve that, Mr. Armitage, not his love nor the work he’s put in,” Sirius replied tiredly. He’d had years, decades, to think about this. He doesn’t know how he’d lucked out not once, but twice to deserve Potter men who loved with their entire hearts in his life. Not just love, but who’ve forgiven Sirius any transgression he’s made (of which there’s quite a few) without a single few.

“I think that’s a bit unfair, Mr. Black,” was the chiding reply and it took him a while to cut through the melancholy and realise that Oscar was being entirely serious in his censure of him. He looked at him, nonplussed.

“That boy right there—I’ve been working with him for quite some time now and he’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I’ll admit, at first I didn’t think much of him..but then who would, of a fifteen year old boy? That quickly turned around after just the first meeting though, when I saw grit and determination the likes of which I haven’t even in brown men.”

“And if I may, if there’s anything I’ve learnt in all these decades, it’s that love isn’t deserved. It merely is, and all we can do, every single day, is honor it. Try and be someone worthy of it. Can you honestly tell me you think you’ve deserved the love you’ve received in the past?”

Warm hazel eyes, filled with love and protectiveness and strength, flashed in his mind. ‘You’ll always have me, Si’. (Lies, lies, lies, he left, didn’t he, damned lies)

The warmth of a Potter Christmas, Effie and Flea’s love displayed in abundance, not a second where he felt alone.

Another set of emerald green, equally protective, equally loving, twice as understanding.

The answer was crystal clear in Sirius’ mind. No, never. He didn’t even have to voice it for Oscar to continue.

“But did that ever stop you from accepting it as the gift it was? From loving them in return?”

And just like that, Sirius understood what the man was trying to tell him. It was eerily similar to what James had tried for years, if done in much more sneakily.

(also this bit from a random shopping scene is also v fun.

“Comes with being Harry Potter, I think. Say, what do you think of this one?” Harry held up a slightly large blue shirt.

“I—You—Harry, baby, apple of my eye, that…is not your color. Nor is it your fit. You’re a young, reasonably well built kid. Why must you torture yourself with oversized rags like that?” he lamented, overly dramatically, in Harry’s opinion. It wasn’t that bad.

What do you even mean it’s not my color?” he blinked, confused.

“I mean that this shade of blue should be considered a war crime against your eyes and skin color, love,” Sirius patted his cheek in faux-pity. Harry pushed his hand away with a roll of his eyes. Really?

“You can’t be s—,” he cut himself off abruptly at the lecherous grin that started to grow on his godfathers face and threw his hands up in exasperation, “Fine. Choose what you deem best, I’ll just be sitting there in the corner like a sad loser.” )

💭 what description(s) are you most proud of?

oooh, this one’s tough bc i feel like i’ve written such a variety of scenes in the last few weeks, and i love each and every one of them. but! for this, i’ll choose a bit of yet-to-be-posted portion from my FoD doc. it gives us an insider look at sirius and how he’s doing (spoiler: not great) and just. i’m really big on azkaban causing almost irreparable harm to him that is often overlooked (or worse, not cared about).

Sirius woke up as an unholy cross between man and dog.

His nose was elongated, distinctly snout-like though still covered in skin. His hands had transformed into paws that were pressed against his ears in a futile attempt to block out the screams rattling in his brain. There was a light coat of fur covering his limbs and chest, and he could feel that Padfoot was close, much closer than he usually was.

This state of half-transformation wasn’t entirely new—the first time it had happened was a few weeks after he’d ran away from home and it was terrifying to wake up to a body out of his control. He hadn’t known what was happening and the more he panicked, the worse it became. It had taken James almost potioning him into compliance with his dad’s stock of Calming Draughts before he could turn into a boy once again.

From then, he’d only been in that state a handful of times, for he quickly realised it was triggered by a state of profound mental agony. One could argue that the entirety of Azkaban was an extended period of agony but it was equally true that he’d spent most of his time, and almost all of his nights, as Padfoot. It left him very little time to come to this position.

But this month had been bad. Really, the entire year was like a croquembouche of tragedies, piled on top of each other in a mockery of his ‘freedom’. But it had culminated into this; more and more nights where he woke himself up with his nightmares, body twisted into grotesque mutations, thoughts racing with terror and rage and helpless adrenaline.

He closed his eyes, willing his body to come back to him, forcing his racing mind into submission. Slowly, the feeling returned to his limbs, blood flowing freely through his veins once again, and he knew that his body had returned to him once again. For how long, he had no idea, but it was enough for now.

Sleep was a foregone conclusion at this point. His options were staying here, in his childhood room where the scent of stale sweat and fear permeated the air, or going down, risking his mother and her faithful companion. The latter, however, had the advantage of taking him through the study, where a decanter of Firewhiskey could always be found and it is that incentive, the possibility of some relief, that made his decision for him.

(i am just so obsessed with the idea of sirius losing control of his magic and mind and body, this loss of control physically manifesting in the windows rattling or the air smelling like ozone or this half trasnformation. the tragedy of someone who prizes his control over himself, who has trained himself to be lethal & precise, is now forced to bear this indignity on top of the horror of his imprisonment and betrayal by everyone)

from this ask game