Running late was never a good thing if your name was Harry Potter.
“If you don’t hurry up we’re going to miss Potions.”
“We’re already late, Draco, a few more minutes isn’t going to matter.”
“Unlike you, some of us happen to value having a decent education,” Draco said as he was quickly working on tying Harry’s tie after quickly doing his own.
Getting dressed in a small broom closet wasn’t as easy as they made it out to be in all the muggle movies Harry had watched as a kid. It proved to be even harder when you weren’t alone.
They’d been sneaking around for months now and one would think that they’d have gotten this little dance perfect by now. Sneak in for a quick snog, exchange blowjobs (or more if they had the time), get dressed, and go back to class. Yet they always seem to do more talking than dressing in these moments. Which should say something about how their relationship is quickly developing, Harry thought, hurriedly pulling up his trousers.
It started off as simply a way to blow off stream. Neither of them were particularly fond of using their fists and getting bruises. So they found something equally as reliving but far more pleasurable. A few quick snogs after a punch or two quickly became finding empty classrooms where they could discover each inch of the other’s body.
It wasn’t all physically either, at least not anymore. At some point they began to start talking. Never in view of others, but privately, where they didn’t need to put up a front. Harry might even go as far as to call them friends if he didn’t think Draco would fly off the rails. With the addition of all the sex they were having, Harry might even (he really wants to) call it more than friendship.
“Just because you’re a pompous git doesn’t mean we all are, Malfoy.”
“Oh, were back to last names now, Potter?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk.
“Only when you’re being ridiculous.”
After the first month or two, one of them (Draco, though he’d never admit it) had pulled the first name card. It was in the middle of a snog and Draco tried to reason that it didn’t count. Harry had refused to let it go. He only called Draco by his first name and wouldn’t respond to anything but his own.
Once they were done dressing they (separately) made their way to potions. Harry waited a few more minutes outside the classroom as they couldn’t walk in together. Harry had wished that they could at least show off a new round friendship between the two of them. They were less violent and to an outsider probably didn’t appear much as the butter enemies they used to be. That however didn’t mean that they could express friendship, if that’s what they even were. Harry understood why they couldn’t. They were on opposite sides of the upcoming war.
Maybe the war was why they were both being so reckless about this. They both didn’t have much to lose anymore. Why not get some pleasure while they still had the chance? Neither of them were certain of what the outcome of the war would be. They didn’t know if they would ever have the chance to do anything like this ever again.
Harry quickly pulled himself away from his thoughts and strode into the potions room. Fortunately, it was a note taking day so he didn’t have to worry about brewing anything.
“10 points from Gryffindor for Mr. Potter’s inability to make it to class on time.” Harry heard as he sat down and pulled out a spare piece of parchment and ink before Snape could take away any more points. He wasn’t taking notes, rather just doodling over the parchment he’d later use to write down things for quidditch.
They had double potions, which never failed to make the class seen like it was dragging on forever. He began to let his thoughts drift again. He wondered what it would be like if he and Draco were to have been friends from the beginning. If he hasn’t come off so strong in the side shop maybe Harry would’ve liked him. Would’ve been friends with him. He wondered if they’d still be in the same situation. If they’d still be sneaking around. If they’d still be in different sides of the war. Harry had mainly only ended up in Gryffindor because he hadn’t wanted to be in the same house as Draco. Would that have changed if he and Draco had become friends in the robe shop?
He started to think about all the what ifs. What would have happens if he hadn’t fought with the hat and became a Slytherin. Would Snape still hate him if Harry were in his house? Would he still be friends with Hermione and the Weasleys? Harry loved being in Gryffindor but he couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to have been in Slytherin.
He and Draco would share a dorm, no doubt along with Zabini, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle. Would he have become friends with them as well? They’d all wake up together, go to meals together, and sit in classes together. Maybe they’d even spend their free periods together. They wouldn’t need to sneak around if they shared a dorm. It’d be much to easy to sneak into the other’s bed and cast a few charms. He’d know, he’s seen Seamus and Dean do it way too many times.
“Mr. Potter,” Harry looked up to see Snape standing directly infront of him, arms crossed and a sneer on his dace. “May I presume that the Slyrherin tie around your neck may be the reason you are unable to concentrate in my class?”
Harry was confused. Very confused. He wasn’t wearing a Slytherin tie. He was wearing his Gryffindor tie, as he did everyday. A quick look down, however, told him he was not wearing his Gryffindor tie. He was wearing a Slytherin tie. If Harry was wearing a Slyrherin tie then it must be Draco’s. And if he was wearing Draco’s tie that meant that Draco had to be wearing his. He quickly snapped his head in Draco’s direction on the other side of the room.
Draco was wearing his tie. His Gryffindor tie.
They were very much not alone right now and there wasn’t a way to convince everyone that they were wearing each other’s house ties for absolutely no reason.
“May I also presume it’s the same reason that Mr. Malfoy seems to be wearing a Gryffindor tie?” Snape asked with an eyebrow raised in disgust, his sneer deepening. “I suggest the two of you go into the corridor and fix yourselves before anymo really questions are raised.”
Harry quickly stood up and started making his way out of the room. He didn’t even care if Draco was following or not, he just wanted to get out of that room and away from questioning eyes. He didn’t stop when he got out of the room. He kept walking, up flights of stairs and through hallway after hallway. He wasn’t worried about his things as he knew Ron or Hermione would get them back to him eventually. He didn’t stop walking until he was infront of the room of requirement.
“Potter, why in Merlin’s name are we up here starring at a wall?”
“You didn’t have to follow me,” Harry muttered as he started pacing in front of the wall, thinking of a place he and Draco could talk.
Without waiting for Draco since he knew the other boy would follow him he walked inside the room and sat down on the couch the room provided for them. He could feel Draco sit down neck to him. He was close enough that Harry could reach out and touch him if he wanted to. He kept his hands to himself and they say in silence for a few minutes. The only sounds were their quiet breathing.
“What do you want to do?” Harry asked with his hands folded on his lap, not looking at Draco.
“What do you mean?” He could hear the confusion in Draco’s voice as clear as day.
“We switched ties and now people obviously know that something’s up between us. So,” Harry took in a deep breath trying to prepare himself for anything Draco could say. “What do you want to do?”
“What do you want to do?” Draco asked back. Harry finally looked up at him. His eyes weren’t giving away any of what he was feeling right now. “It’s your decision as much as it is mine.”
“You have more at stake. I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do.”
“Well, considering I switched our ties on purpose, I’d hardly say you’re going to make me do anything I don’t already want to.”
Harry paused for a minute at this. It took him a minute to fully realize what Draco had said. He’d switched their ties on purpose?
“You what?” Harry asked, still not quite sure he believed what he was hearing. “Why?”
“I was tired of the sneaking around. You didn’t seem very inclined to stop it. So, I had to take matters into my own hands,” Draco said, looking away from Harry for a second. “You know, it’s not very good manners to hide your boyfriend in broom closets and empty classrooms.”
“Boyfriend? Who said anything about boyfriends?” If he wasn’t confused before he definitely was now. Was this a joke? He was positive he had at least three months until April. Why did Draco think he was Harry’s boyfriend?
“Well what else would you call what we are?”
“Reluctant friends with benefits?” Harry wasn’t sure where this conversation was going but he could tell he probably wasn’t making the situation any better. He had been wanting to be something more with Draco for a while now. The fact that the opportunity was actually presenting itself was a little bit daunting if he was honest.
“Oh,” Draco said reaching up to start loosening the tie around his neck, “Then I guess I’ll be giving this back and I’ll be out of your way.”
Harry, almost viciously, reached his own hands up to capture Draco’s wrists. Harry ignored the confused look Draco was sending him and instead slid his hands up a bit further so they were positioned on top of Draco’s own. He slowly started to pull their hands away from the tie. When he had their hands moved into the safety of his lap he repositioned them so that their finger interlaced.
“Just because that’s what I’d call us doesn’t mean that’s what I want us to be,” Harry strokedhis thumbs over the back of Draco’s hands. He refused to look up at him as he was sure if he did he’d lose any confidence he had.
“Then what do you want us to be?”
He could hear the slight tremor in Draco’s voice. He dared a quick peek up at the boy and found himself being sucked into the sight. His breath caught in his throat and we wanted to commit the image to memory for the rest of his life. Draco’s eyes were damp and his brows furrowed, his lips were alternating from being slightly parted and bitten mercilessly.
“Boyfriends sounds nice.” Harry felt his hands being squeezed a little tighter and the shakey smile he received was worth it all.
And if the boys didn’t switch ties for the rest of the day, nobody said a word.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a post about the parallels between the fire nation royal family and the SWT chief's family. Obviously I have some thoughts but I couldn't really formulate them well. I think it would be interesting to consider the similarities between the two families but also the contrasts
completely why it’s difficult to articulate, because while all four family
members have counterparts in the opposite nation, there are as many contrasts as there are comparisons, and subversions of what we might think is a parallel, but isn’t.
Ozai and Hakoda. Ozai
rules over his family with an iron fist. He demands respect and longs for total
control over everything and everyone in sight. His lust for power consumes him
and leaves his family twisted and shattered.
Hakoda is the diametric opposite. Although Water Tribe culture could have led Hakoda to assert
authority over his family as the head of his house, he didn’t; instead, he listens to and is proud of Sokka’s ideas, and lets
Katara yell at him (quite disrespectfully, I might add) in order to release her
pent-up emotions. While Ozai rules through fear, Hakoda commands his warriors
through respect. Where Ozai is manipulative, Hakoda is cunning with inventions.
And while his family quite easily could have
been shattered by Kya’s death, Hakoda’s love for his children and their love
for each other kept them united.
Ursa and Kya. These
two are the most similar, and occupy virtually the same place in the story and
their respective families. They are strong and determined mothers who sacrifice
themselves to save their children from harm. After they’re gone, the children
who look up to them the most have a difficult time dealing with their loss, and
their families suffer greatly. It is important to note that this applies to the
A:TLA TV show only, and not the
comics. You can’t make the claim that Ursa “sacrificed” for Zuko if she spent
all the intervening years in deliberate obliviousness to the suffering around
her, living the life she’s always wanted to with the man of her dreams!
Pardon me while I take
a moment to let off some steam.
Azula and Sokka.
“But wait a minute,
Araeph! Zuko is the older brother, so shouldn’t Zuko and Sokka be paralleled?”
Zuko and Sokka do have
similar experiences throughout the show; however, they are not true parallels. Azula
is the coldly logical (and yet creatively crafty) one of her family. Sokka is the strategist
of the GAang, and the one who can see clearly past Azula’s strategic manipulation (if not her emotional one). Sokka and Azula are also the ones with the
most responsibility thrust on their shoulders, as Sokka feels pressure to be
the “man of the house”, especially with his father away at war. Meanwhile,
Azula faces so much stress for being the only child Ozai considers competent and the heir apparent to the Fire Nation
that she develops an insidious strain of perfectionism that eventually tilts
her world upside down. However, while Azula’s response to her father’s abuse is
to regiment her firebending so that not even a hair gets out of place, Sokka
absorbs his father’s ideas and praise like a sponge and gets the chance to
stretch his creativity on pursuits other than warfare. As the privileged
firstborn son, Sokka could have
refused to listen to Katara and Suki or used his position in the tribe to try
to gain more power, but he didn’t. He made a conscious choice to become a
better person throughout the series, while Azula, despite her exceptional skills, never grew in such a way.
Zuko and Katara.
Katara is the person who wields her emotions like a weapon, determined not to
let anything stand in her way. Zuko is the same: he goes where his emotions
tell him to, regardless of whether it’s the wisest course or whether it affects
his personal safety. Both of them are very practical when the need arises but
can be blown off course by an event that evokes their childhood trauma or their
current state of cultural oppression (Katara) or abuse (Zuko). They are capable
of enormous acts of kindness, but they also take their anger out on safe
targets—not people with less power, but people who will see them at their worst
and accept it (Sokka, Hakoda, Iroh, each other). Katara is the mighty bender of
the SWT family, but her fighting style mirrors Zuko’s much more than it does
Azula’s. Zuko’s bending is characterized by drive and determination, and one
look at Katara trying to freeze the firebenders in Episode 2 alongside Zuko’s
duel with Zhao in Episode 3 shows just how similar these two are. But since
both of them began their journeys on opposite sides of the war, their challenges are
different: Katara has to fight for the rights that she deserves, while Zuko
needs to learn that he doesn’t have
the right to be spoiled and have everyone bow to him just because of his
lineage. Still, they’re alike in one more important way: they successfully
learn to see the “enemy” as an ally, even a friend, and despite their childhood
experiences or conditioning, they are both willing to embrace an element of
I saw your last post and is really confused, I didn’t know that the Shiro who come back wasn’t the real one! So know I wonder if we even watch the same serie? Do you watch that one from Netflix? And if you do how many seasons does it have for you?
oh no no it’s the same show!! There’s no definitive answer as to whether this Shiro is “real” or not. Right now it’s all just theories. But “Operation Kuron” basically means “Operation Clone” and there are lots of meta about the concept of a “clone Shiro” being used to infiltrate Team Voltron in case you’re interested! Common cited stuff to support the theory include:
Kuron’s different tone of voice (pitch isn’t the same as season 1-2 Shiro) and there’s no reason to do that if they’re the same character
The project being called Kuron
Kuron’s “weird headaches” and fixation on Voltron as proof of mind control (hearing it is like a signal word and he snaps into action whenever it comes up in The Journey)
His character focus episode just being called The Journey While Season 1-2 Shiro’s specified the title as Shiro’s Escape
In one of Kuron’s flashbacks, they check for reaction to “optic stimuli” which is supposed to signal normal brain activity, and I can see them having to do that if they trying to create a clone
Kuron’s flasbacks at the lab showing another Shiro strapped to a medical table and looking unresponsive (like a failed clone)
Shiro’s prisoner ID (117-9875) being different from Kuron’s experiment one (Y0XT39) and I honestly don’t see any reason why they’d change it
Thematic significance of Kuron’s haircut and how it relates to Pidge’s–both cutting their hair to assume an identity and infiltrate some form of military for information, Katie as Pidge at the garrison and Kuron as “Shiro” in Team Voltron
Kuron is the only one with a different casual outfit design, and it’s so we’ll be able to more easily tell him and Shiro apart
Kuron seems to just think and act very differently from Shiro. To the point where it’s not just because of galra recapture and I think he’s genuinely just a whole other person
All the subtle hints dropped in The Journey’s dialogue, like “My name is Shiro, I’m a paladin of Voltron. But I was captured…I think,” and “You’re on the wrong side of this war!”
Kuron’s arm is different from Shiro’s (Shiro’s whole arm lights up and has those geometric lines down the whole forearm, with Kuron it’s only his hand that lights up)
Haggar’s “Evil Shiro” in season 1 foreshadowing a possible second Shiro under galra control
In the original series, Takashi Shirogane had a brother Ryou Shirogane. But they looked like twins. Instead of killing off Takashi and bringing in his brother like in Golion, the dub of Voltron had “Sven” just disappear and come back again. A “clone Shiro” would be a way to kind of merge the idea of them being two separate people in one version and yet the same in another. So basically, Kuron could very well be our Ryou
The Black Lion rejected Kuron at first. And even when she did let him back in, the screens “glitched.” This likely reflects Kuron’s own status as a flawed clone (like the headaches) and shows how his bond with his Lion is fractured, unlike the other paladins’
Kuron has never once used the Black Bayard like Shiro, even after being accepted back into the Black Lion
Kuron’s first scene in The Journey is very much like a metaphorical birth. He starts off in the quintessence tank like he’s in the womb. Then he opens his eyes for the first times and gets his first real glimpse of the world. Then, he tries to get up and leave, but falls down and has to basically relearn how to walk. From a narrative standpoint, the imagery here makes more sense if this is someone whose just been reborn
There’s lots of other stuff to this theory but these are just the basics off the top of my head. Hope that helps!
i feel like les amis represent different sides of war and i literally don’t see anyone talking about this so i’m gonna do it myself.
ENJOLRAS — life and passion in war; the bubble of new revolution
COMBEFERRE — the strategical and philosophical side of war
MARIUS — the romanticized side of war, like the kind you see in old movies about husbands and wives who get separated by the ocean and write letters to each other and thanks to the power of true love they get reunited
BAHOREL — the pure, bloody, fighting side of war. the battle in itself
COURFEYRAC — the loyalty and bonds between soldiers
FEUILLY — the optimism from many people, both on and off field
JEHAN — the post-war stories and memories from veterans
JOLY — the nurses, doctors, etc, who help soldiers behind the scenes and barely get the credit they deserve
BOSSUET — the unlucky soldiers who lost their lives, yet also optimism like feuilly
GRANTAIRE — death; lack of optimism, and the kind of war that’s not with guns and knives- a war against oneself
feel free to correct me or add any more bc i literally know nothing about war but i really want people to talk about this because symbolism is really cool tbh
what she really means:
why don't the black sisters get the same amount of love in the harry potter fandom as the marauders??? the marauders might be ~more fun~ but the black sisters are definitely more interesting and j.k. rowling leaves so much more room for interpretation with them. they all went on to have such different lives -- andromeda ends up on the other side of a war -- but they did grow up together, so what were their relationships like? were bellatrix and narcissa always closer? was andromeda always the odd on out? did narcissa, being the youngest, feel torn between her older two? what happened when andromeda fell in love with ted tonks? was it a secret at first? did andromeda tell either of her sisters about it? did either narcissa or bellatrix miss their sister after she was disowned, did they regret having to cut her off? how did sirius and regulus, their cousins, play into all of this? sirius once said that andromeda was his favorite cousin. were they close? did she tell him about ted? how did andromeda and ted get involved in the order of the phoenix? was it because of sirius? also, fuck that ~more fun~ thing. the black sisters were all slytherin, they were all cunning, who says they weren't just as mischievous and witty as the marauders? did they stay up late at night just to gossip and practice contraband spells? did they hex the boys who broke each others' hearts? WHY DOES THIS FANDOM CHOOSE TO IGNORE THE NARRATIVE GOLD MINE THAT IS THE BLACK SISTERS
Honestly, seeing the Force in new canon constantly framed in Christian terminology and concepts is quite frankly discomforting as hell.
I understand why it happens.
For one thing we have had nearly 40 years worth of a universe where the divine in it - the Force - was created by a Christian and therefore was distinctly Christian in nature - along with the dualistic idea of there being a Dark Side and a Light Side that are distinct from one another and that evil can seduce and mislead you.
For another we have had a good two millennia of Christian suppressionist propaganda about Judaism. Nearly 2000 years - give or take a couple of decades - of misrepresentation of our beliefs
Because you see, what you are witnessing happening with the portrayal of the Force isn’t a democratization, nor is it a reformation.
What you see is the divine influenced by Judaism. (On that note I would be very grateful if people stopped calling what is happening a reformation at all, or at least if they must use that word wrote it with a lower case r. Reformation with an upper case R is a distinct Christian things.)
Judaism isn’t dualisitc in the way Christianity is. There isn’t a war between good and evil (Light Side and Dark in Star Wars terminology).
Another distinct difference between Judaic belief and Christian, is that G-d isn’t distant, He isn’t hard to reach. He, is right here, right now and anyone can reach out and “touch” Him.
Yes that does sound Star Warsy, doesn’t it? So is it any wonder that JJ and Lawrence did what to them as Jews were so stumblingly near? That they applied Jewish concepts and thoughts of G-d to the Force. An entity that George had always intended as a short hand for the divine, it was just that JJ and Lawrence just finally took the consequence of it. And of course, they applied their own ideas about the divine on it, rather than Christian ones.
And that is what you are all witnessing. Yet another reason why I keep saying that the ST is a distinctly Jewish story and not a Christian one.
I’ve been seeing people refer to antagonists as ‘abusers’ a lot lately, and I don’t think that word really applies. At least not in the way people mean it.
Abuse as a word implies that the abuser has power over the abused. It’s mistreatment, but in the specific case where the abused is already at a disadvantage because of preexisting factors or where an uneven power dynamic is created. For example, a parent hitting a child would be abuse. Obviously the child is to some extent at their parents’ mercy and would have a harder time reporting the abuse, since people in general don’t listen to children. The parent also has the ability to convince the child that physical violence is a normal part of parenting. In more complicated abusive relationships, the abuser might have a physical advantage over the abused or control of their shared financial assets. In short, an abuser is in control of the situation for one reason or another, and they misuse that control by harming the vulnerable party.
When one person hits another person (or otherwise harms them), that’s not necessarily abuse. It can be, but it isn’t always. If I punched a stranger, that wouldn’t be abuse. It would be assault. Still illegal, but a different act entirely. If I really hated someone and said their face is stupid, that’s not abuse. Now if I got my mob of internet friends together to make fun of them, that would be abuse, but now we’ve introduced a power dynamic. I have more people on my side than the person I’m harming, and that makes my opinion look more correct. As long as there’s a roughly even playing-field, we’re not talking about abuse. The co-worker who I compete with for promotions is not my abuser. We may work at cross-purposes and actively try to prevent each other from gaining rewards, but we both have the same low-level job. There’s no reason why they would inherently have power over me. The same could not be said about my boss. My boss can fire me, so they have the ability to control me to some extent. And they can misuse that control.
Abuse becomes ambiguous once you leave the personal level. You wouldn’t say that two countries at war are in an abusive situation. They’re just enemies. One might have more resources and a stronger military, but it’s a country and whole countries can’t be abusers. Similarly, a politician who makes a decision in government that ends up harming vulnerable people can’t really be called an abuser either. They’re shitty, but they haven’t misused their control on a personal level, so we don’t call that abuse in the same sense as child abuse. We call that abuse of power, which is simply misuse in general rather than harming a specific person.
Now let’s talk about fictional villains. I’m going to use Star Wars as an example, since it’s where I see the most people talking about villains as abusers. Kylo Ren gets called Rey’s abuser. It’s obvious he has more troops at his disposal, and more knowledge of the Force. He is a trained Sith, while Rey has limited experience in lightsaber combat. So we’re talking about a pretty clear advantage. But Kylo Ren lacks the element of control over Rey. She has friends and supporters and a whole rebel movement behind her, and yeah they’re the underdogs, but it’s clearly portrayed as a civil war. The rebels are a separate faction. Rey and Kylo are enemies on different sides of a war. Kylo does not have any specific personal control over Rey, and his advantages when fighting this war (an organized and well-supplied military, domination over certain parts of the galaxy, etc) are advantages against all the rebels, not just against Rey. So Kylo is a villain, but he’s necessarily an abuser. A better example of abuse in Star Wars would be how Darth Vader treats his subordinates. He has the power to kill them or torture them without recourse, and he does just that. Their lives are in his hands, and he misuses that control by harming them. Kylo and Rey are different, because Kylo does not have any personal control over Rey.
Enemy doesn’t mean abuser, and conflict doesn’t mean abuse. Those words have specific usages and shouldn’t be extended to mean things they don’t. Please stop calling villains abusers for actions that don’t qualify as abuse. It’s just an easy way of saying “I don’t like them and no one else should either.”
Why I ship dramione and why it is not an abusive relationship
Let me be blunt. Dramione is always on the receiving end of unnecessary bashing for reasons that are mostly bullshit and I’m getting tired of it. I understand that at first they may seem to be an odd pairing but it’s actually a good ship once you give it a chance. Let me lay out some facts:
- Hermione and Draco are actually compatible. They are both smart, powerful, brilliant, and loyal to what they believe in and to the people they love. They are more alike on that aspect than they are different. Yes, they are both born at the opposite sides of war, and they were schoolyard enemies, but that is just a factor to them being a “star crossed romance”. People like the idea of a “forbidden love”, ie. Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, etc. It has been going on for centuries and it is still going on until now, so wake up.
- Well written, impressive fanfics. Like, ridiculously underrated fanfics that mostly feature the redemption arc of draco malfoy and his chance to prove himself to be a good man. Girls dig that kind of stories.
- To the argument that dramione is an “abusive relationship” on grounds that “he victimized her, called her racist slurs, and bullied her” that’s bullshit. And as opposed to what, drarry? Fun facts: draco and harry hated each other. A lot. Draco bullied Harry throughout their entire course in hogwarts. Draco also pointed out his half blood status, so that counts as a racist slur, surely. Furthermore, they legit tried to kill each other. Draco threw a cruciatus curse to harry, and harry almost killed draco with a sectumsempra. On that accounts, does that also mean that Drarry is an abusive relationship? Draco may have been a bully to Hermione too, but he never tried to crucio her. If youre a drarry shipper and shit on dramione using that argument, then your logic is flawed, try again.
- Dramione shippers don’t romanticize abusive relationship, because we don’t believe that dramione is abusive. For the ship to be abusive would be ooc. That would imply that Hermione is a pushover. First of all, Hermione Granger is the brightest witch of her age and ridiculously brilliant. Shes SMART, and POWERFUL. Shes more than capable to stand up for herself and logical enough to not be victimized by her partner. And secondly, y’all portray draco as this misunderstood angel but once he’s paired with Hermione he’s suddenly a monster?? ? make up your minds! Draco used to bully her and hated her, yes, but that’s because that’s what his family taught him since he was a kid. In dramione, draco changes his opinions and defies his family to be with her. His character develops from a spiteful racist to a defector, and in most fanfics, he is a turncoat, a good guy.
- At the end of the day, a ship is just a ship. What’s more important is that we respect each other’s opinions and preferences. To hate on dramione to join the bandwagon just because it’s what “lit” people do is immature and petty. Get over your prejudiced asses. Let’s all be mature about this and just let people love what they love, and exist harmoniously as potterheads.
regulus black sat on the edge of a putrid lake that spouted bodies like a volcano spouts ash from its cone. he has been sitting there for fifteen minutes filling the loneliness with memories of a lifetime that has become too whitewashed to recall, only the other death eaters stand out like splashes of colour in green and red and black, all too angry at the world.
(he is going to die soon).
that was what they had been: angry, misguided children that had grown to commit acts of unforgivable nature. falling, one by one — drawn in by a gravitational pull exacerbated by the increasing number of friends who joined. the yes was easy; what came after was hard. and before anyone understood they were at war.
it became a conflict of attrition, expanding with voldemort’s power until they came so close to touching the light, and regulus’ discovery was an accident of curiosity. evan touching his knee ever so lightly before crawling off to bed and leaving regulus with his books; had evan insisted regulus would’ve gone with him: weary, defeated, suspicions festering.
the younger death eaters are a close band of unruly children brought to heel under voldemort’s spells; they are his foot soldiers, removing obstacles and dying with his black mark on their skin.
regulus, evan, wilkes, rabastan had compared their marks right away: their skin tingling with ink and magic and a sense of belonging. firewhiskey bottles, dares, duels — regulus remembers the elation then, laughing as evan kissed him against a lamppost, moths fluttering overhead. it had been a warm summer; wilkes catcalling, rabastan rolling his eyes, for regulus there had been nothing but his heart repeating a name, a promise.
and then the realisation came too late: they had always been fighting on the wrong side. they had been on the wrong side for so long they had grown into monsters. the understanding came to regulus at the crack of dawn following a long night of insomnia after discovering voldemort’s secret, evan’s breath slow and even next to him.
regulus black was cunning, he would find a way. because regulus and sirius black loved their friends from different sides of the war. and regulus never wanted his friends, his family to die.
this all had to end; the fall had to begin here, from within.
I love the conflicting expression in Eren’s face here. He knows it’s inevitable, it’s war and they were born on different sides. He understands why Reiner did what he did and the pain he’s feeling, to the point of creating split personalities.
Murdering people is wrong, but he still needs to fight because he was born in this world. Because he’s the one who has the ability to end this. He accepted this fact as he closed his eyes.
Poor kids, i hope you all can live in peace in some other alternative universe or something ;__;
[…] But in fact the heavens had been perturbed, tugged by dark matter into novel alignments. In his mouth, Sidious tasted the tang of blood; in his chest, he felt the monster rising, emerging from shadowy depths and contorting his aspect into something fearsome just short of revealing itself to the world. The dark side had made him its property, and now he made the dark side his.