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Snape and His Textbooks
So we all know Snape scribbled all over his advanced potions textbook but who's to say he didn't do that with his other books? He did it once, why not multiple times?
Did he create more spells than what was in his potions book?
Did he correct hand gestures in his charms books?
Did he add or cross-out details in his history book?
Did he give himself cheat codes to spells in his DADA book?
Did he write stuff in his transfiguration book like "when am I ever going to have turn a bird into a water goblet"?
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Respect to all depictions of Snape's body, from chubby Alan Snape to can-count-his-ribs stick thin Snape.
But a man who at 38yo could outrun a fucking hyppogriff (basically a horse on land) has to have some fucking epic muscles.
Not buff, but marathon runner, sprint runner muscles. Hard, compact muscles.
The man has legs of steel and glutes you can bounce a walnut from.
I will die on this hill (while Snape runs past me so fast he leaves dust trails).
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snape: what are you doing wandering the corridors at night?
me: looking for your bedroom.
snape:[...]
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poppy: on a scale of 1-10, rate your pain.
snape: pi, a minimal but a never ending number.
poppy: what the actual fuck.
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Minerva; "Severus is not answering his floo calls."
Y/N; "Let me try."
Minerva; "Albus and I have already tried four times each, what makes you think..."
Severus; (Answering right away) "Hello?"
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*Some time in the 1970s*
Y/N; (heading to the Gryffindor common room with a beater bat and singing) “Someone made my best friend cry, do dah do dah. That someone is gonna die, oh dee do dah day.”🎶
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“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”
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*Some time in the 1970s*
Y/N; (heading to the Gryffindor common room with a beater bat and singing) “Someone made my best friend cry, do dah do dah. That someone is gonna die, oh dee do dah day.”🎶
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Severus: "where is my wand I know I left it on my desk"
Y/N: "well I needed to do a few things and I have yet to find my wand I thought you wouldn't mind"
Severus: "I don't mind aslong as it is put back, accio wand'
Nothing happens
Severus: "did you leave the room with my wand"
Y/N: "well I went to help Hagrid, we went to the forbidden forest, also to the infirmary and the great Hall"
Severus: growls
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Reblog if Fan Fics are just as valid as Fan Art
Affirmation for writers, please!!
Likes do nothing!!
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Y/N: "Severus have you seen my wand?"
Severus: "no"
McGonagall: "I'm sure it will turn up soon"
Y/N walks away
Severus: "wanna bet on that, the last time she lost her wand it took her six months to find it"
McGonagall: "poor thing that must of been terrible"
Severus: "for her yes, for me it was the best six months of my life, watching her struggle to do things the muggle way"
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It's so wild to me to see under that Xiran Jay Zhao's post about the bombed ukrainian printing house comments like "I hope everyone is safe." And I get it, people are saying this out of kindness and pure consern, there's nothing wrong with it. It just shows how little coverage our war has abroad.
No, no one in Ukraine is safe. No one in that printing house was safe, in fact, 7 people died. No one in a huge hypermarket in Kharkiv on Saturday was safe, in fact, there were 18 killed and 48 injured. And all this happened in the span of only a few days.
No one is safe in territories occupied by russians because the whole family can get killed by refusing to give up their home to russian soldiers. And every time ukrainian army liberates some region, they find mass graves and torture chambers there.
No one is safe even far away from the front line and the border with russia, because missiles and drones fly all over Ukraine, and you never know when the next one will land on your house.
Hell, ukrainians aren't safe even abroad, because there's always a chance there will be some crazy russian or russian supporter who will decide to beat or kill us. And I'm not making this up.
I'm aware that I'm more safe than the people close to the front line and the border with russia or in occupied territories. I don't hear explosions every day, unlike my friend from Kharkiv. But that doesn't mean I'm completely safe. Missiles and drones fly by at least several times a week, especially at night, when I don't hear the sound of an air raid siren simply because I'm asleep.
I am not safe.
My family is not safe.
My friends all over Ukraine are not safe.
We're not safe until russia is gone from our territories. That's why we need all that ammunition and aid. War won't magically stop if our allies stop sending us weapons; that's not how it works. We'll just be more unsafe, because russia won't stop unless it is forced to.
Here's ukrainian news sources you can follow that report daily:
United24: Instagram, YouTube, Twitter
Svidomi: Instagram, Twitter
WeAreUkraine: Instagram
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I feel you. Was up late last night dealing with my grandmothers sundowning and my grandfathers poor management of his diabetes.
I.Have.Slept.30.Mins.Today
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I’m thinking of how snape would try not to ruin your little pussy but once you beg him to he flies off the handle and gives you the best fucking he tells you things like “just wanted to keep these legs open for me only?”
Yes, I can definitely picture this! I was just going to reply with my own thoughts, but this turned into a small one shot, so I hope you like it hehe
Warning: NSFW (minors DNI), fingering, p in v, mentions of oral
Word count: 700+
Every time you see Snape handling his potions jars and ingredients with his slender fingers, you always dream of having them on you, playing with your pussy like it's his toy.
However, the first few times you two are intimate, he’s gentle (a little too gentle, actually). His fingers lightly rub your clit, but it’s not enough to stimulate you the way you want. His eyes are focused on your expressions, shoulders shrugged, and jaw shut. He’s tense.
"Sev, stop," you command.
He lifts his fingers off you as his eyes widen. "Did I do something wrong? Does it not feel good? Shit, I knew—"
"No!" you shout before pausing, thinking of the perfect way to knock some sense into him.
You relax again, spreading your legs wider for him. "I want—no, I need—you to calm down…and remember that you were given those fingers for a reason, so use them! Use me."
His lack of a response makes you wonder if you got through to him, but his raised eyebrows wipes away any confusion.
"I see," he drawls. If there’s one thing Snape knows how to do, it's following directions.
He places his fingers back on your clit, this time putting more pressure, maintaining a steady rhythm as he rubs you in circular motions. "Is this more what you had in mind?" His body has visibly loosened up, but there’s still a tremble in his voice.
"Yes, just like that," you reply, focusing on his long, elegant fingers working between your thighs.
As you feel yourself becoming wetter, his fingers slide down to your entrance and slip inside with such ease.
"Oh, you’re already so...wet," he lets out, his cheeks turning bright red.
"For you, Sev," you reply.
"For me...," he repeats, pumping in and out and moaning at the sight of his hand covered in your slick, evidence that you actually...enjoy this?
He had every intention of just making you come, or at least attempting to, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the growing arousal in his own pants. He's always imagined what it would be like to have your bodies connect, to feel you fully.
But did he seriously have to only imagine now? You clearly want him and didn't give up on him. And you clearly did ask him to use you...
He pulls his slick-covered fingers out before pulling his trousers drown. Part of him feels embarrassed, but he's reminded that you're bare yourself, legs spread wide open just for him. He slowly slides down his underwear, revealing his dripping, hard cock.
You moan at the sight, wondering how long he would've kept this hidden from you had you not said anything.
He crawls closer to you, holding his cock in one hand while keeping the other next to you on the surface of the bed.
He proceeds to place his tip on your clit before sliding it down until it slips right inside you once again. "Fuck," he mutters before slowly pumping in and out. "Do you like this?" he asks, wanting to make sure you're comfortable.
"I've always wanted you inside me, Sev," you admit between shaky moans.
Any remnants of hesitation have completely wiped away. Once he sees how well you’re taking him, he speeds up his pace.
You shut your eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his length completely filling you up.
"Open your eyes and tell me," he commands, "you’ve wanted to keep these legs of yours open for me only."
Your eyes do open, in amazement; you want to ask where this confident man came from and what he did to the old Severus, but there's no time for that. You do as he says with all the energy you have left in you. "I've wanted to keep my legs open for you only. Tell me you've wanted this, too, Sev."
"I've always dreamt of fucking you like this—ugh!—of you being so wet for me, so eager to take me," he confesses.
He yells out a last "FUCK" before both of you reach your peaks simultaneously. As his trusts and your pulses come to a pause, you lie down next to each other, waiting to catch your breaths.
He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around your shoulders.
"Is there anything else you've always dreamt of doing, love?" you ask teasingly, certain that he's reverted back to his old self now that the clarity has hit.
"As a matter of fact, yes..." he replies. "Spread your legs again, darling. I want to try using my tongue on that sweet pussy of yours this time."
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