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⌈ Namikaze Minato ⌋ for  tttebane ♔ by lockhartd

paansyparkinson  asked:

I like, lowkey hate how jk Rowling just straight up reduces the slytherins to simply evil ppl like why??? You can't just dehumanize ppl like that ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREA I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH AND I WISH ALL THE BEST FOR YOU OKAY

a) i go back and forth on the slytherin thing just because i Get what she was trying to do but

b) it’s mostly just very irksome how clear the double standards are in the text

c) romilda vane, for example, legit tries to slip harry a love potion (WHICH!!!! LOVE POTIONS HOLY SHIT THAT’S A WHOLE DIFFERENT CONVERSATION EVERYONE NEEDS TO HAVE) but isn’t really explicitly vilified for that, ever, like in the films i’m pretty sure it’s played off as a flattering joke? 

d) whereas if any slytherin girl was so much as SEEN holding an ingredient that might sometimes be used to brew a love potion if the moon is both new and it’s the third friday of the fourth october of the nineteenth decade since merlin died, like i can guarantee it would not have been Fun Times, dumbledore would’ve had her expelled and arrested and then somehow gryffindor would’ve gotten 2.4 million house points,,,,,

e) similarly the only gryffindor (minus pettigrew, the Token Bad Friend, which…also….another conversation lmao) who’s ever hinted at being anything but Good TM is cormac mclaggen, but even that’s. for comic relief. like his worst qualities are that he’s Arrogant and Handsome????????????????


Skinny Dipping by @provocative-envy

Just a little aesthetic gift for the lovely Andrea ♥️ Happy birthday!!! ✨ I am sorry it’s not a drabble/OS (I am awful) I have been swamped with my writing so I thought I could at least give you this? I hope it’s okay. ♥️✨🍷

“Dibs,” Cormac says, squinting across the shallow part of the lake to where the new counselor is diligently inspecting inflatable canoes with Malfoy and Wood.

Flint looks up from his iPod speakers and barks out a laugh. “Like fuck.”

“Just because your type is boring and terrible and obsessed with—”

“Like fuck,” Flint hisses, more vehemently, expression turning mutinous. “I don't—who even told you—whatever. We’re not talking about me.”

Cormac snorts and drains the rest of his Bud Lite. “Well, we’re not talking about me, either.”

“You’re right,” Flint agrees. “We’re talking about how hard you’re gonna strike out with the mathlete over there.”

Cormac tilts his head to the side. “You think she’s a mathlete?”

Flint reaches for another beer, popping the tab with one hand and flipping his hat backwards with the other. “Her shirt’s tucked in. That’s, like—rulebook shit.”

Cormac hums thoughtfully. “Still hot,” he decides.

Flint shrugs. “Still gonna strike out.”

“Nah,” Cormac says, clapping Flint’s shoulder as he moves to stand up. “I’ve got this.”

He does not, in fact, have this.

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