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the-most-faithful · 4 months

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IF HARRY HAD BEEN A FEMALE WHAT WOULD SNAPE HAVE DONE TO HER?

This accusation is gaining more and more traction and is truly worrying. I was hoping it was a niche thing, a kind of dark humor brought forward. But there are people who seriously think that if Harry had been a girl similar to Lily Snape would have had "unwanted attention for her".

I won't say it any other way, because just the thought of it gives me shivers of disgust. As is often the case this is an obviously false accusation made by Snaters but it really is crossing the line.

As always a necessary premise, it is clear that we are talking about an invented story, fictional characters, but the themes are real and the reactions too. Attacking a character with false accusations, inventing the worst theories in order to demonize him is not only disrespectful but also immature. You may not like the character, you can't discuss your tastes, but inventing false accusations makes no sense.

I don't like James and Sirius for various reasons, but I would never dream of accusing them of horrible things that never happened in canon (the actions in the books are enough) So let's get one thing straight: Snape doesn't treat Harry badly just because of his appearance. I wrote an entire chapter on this, I'll leave it here (https://www.wattpad.com/1331630987-colpe-e-meriti-piton-trattava-male-harry) Snape is certainly prejudiced towards the boy, he thinks he is a photocopy of his father, but it doesn't all boil down to that. If Harry had been a female, perhaps similar to Lily, this would have affected Snape more, he would have been more melancholic, he would probably have found it difficult to have her in class.

But he would never, ever try to attack her. Snape is not a ped***ile. This is a terrible accusation. Not that I'm surprised, so far I've heard and read the worst things: "Snape was a stalker" "Snape was obsessed" "Snape was a multiple murderer" "Snape was a ra*er." But all these accusations are FALSE.

There is not a single doubt, proof, or idea of this in canon. If you want to write or read dark fanfiction in which the characters are horrible multiple murderers with disgusting inclinations towards some characters, do it (putting warning tags) but don't confuse the canon with fanfiction.

Snape has never shown particular attention towards any student, he is not a creepy character who wanders around the corridors following little girls. The really irritating thing about this point is that it's obviously not provable so even a "defense" is useless.

The people who make this false accusation have no basis, they simply throw it there like a firecracker and then go away leaving the smell of burning behind them. It has no meaning, it leads to nothing except feeding the sick and distorted imagination of those who, not appreciating a character, must destroy him completely. The Marauder Stans (the toxic ones) over the years are turning into the worst kind of bullies, just like their favorites, they invent false accusations, spread hatred in the fandom and try to destroy a character just because of their dislike.

#pro snape #snape stan army #anti james potter #anti sirius black #anti marauders stans #marauders era #snape stan #stan snape #snape defender #snape defense #severus snape #james potter never changed #james potter was a bully #what if Harry was a girl

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skyberia · 2 years

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"what does kim even see in harry" Imagine you've spent 43 years on this earth becoming a jaded, bitter man who has come to the conclusion that good things just don't happen to people like you. you lock yourself into your own body and mind in order to just be able to get by and to get the slightest bit of respect from the people around you. you're completely resigned to your own fate as an unhappy, lonely little man. and then the weirdest guy you've ever seen, a complete disaster of a human being parachutes in from the moon and looks at you with absolute wonder in his eyes and tells you with complete sincerity that he thinks you're legitimately the coolest person alive, and he wants to know everything about you, and instead of being repulsed or thrown off by what he finds he's endlessly fascinated and just wants to know more. And also he has huge biceps. Would you not lose your mind a little

#harry du bois is a manic pixie dream girl but a middle aged man. i think that's what i'm saying #de #and also he's a really great detective. that's important too i think i just didn't know how to fit that in

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myfriendgoo94 · 1 year

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I’m feeling abnormally pretty today 😊

#i kinda think i have a debbie harry sorta vibe with this dress #it me!#transgender #trans #girlslikeus #transisbeautiful #transisbetter #this is what trans looks like #trans girl #trans girls #trans woman #cool to reblog

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mastersoftheair · 3 months

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↳ inspired by @ww2yaoi's post

#this is so rough and so bad but i never claimed graphic design was my passion lol photoshop Taunts me #anyway. final joke of mine of the night (morning. i put it in the queue)#masters of the air #hbo war #e7 #harry crosby #make no mistake- i'm still a croz girl #masters of the air spoilers #mota spoilers #i'm beyond happy he had a mirror scene lol what are the chances?!#laffs

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louisplumpyass · 7 months

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#louis tomlinson #harry styles #girl i knew his mathematics was off but...#what is this #larry #louis and harry #larry stylinson #stylinson #harry and louis #larries #conspriacy theories #one direction #one direction fandom

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rewritingcanon · 2 months

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lily clocked james so bad with her ‘toerag’ comment he had to go on a whole redemption arc can we talk about that

#‘the worst she can say is no’ <- I KNOW FOR A FACT THATS WHAT SIRIUS TOLD HIS DELUSIONAL ASS 😭😭#makes me CACKLE to this day #when a girl starts a sentence with ‘you think youre funny…’ know that youre about to be COOKED #and she clocked snape so bad it had him grieving for DECADES until he DIED 🤭#aspire to be like lily 👍#harry potter #hp #marauders #lily evans #jily #severus snape #marauders era #rewriting

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siriussslut · 4 months

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I’m back with more pandora shit (I have a whole ass Google doc I’m not even kidding)

Anyways..

Pandora making you sit under the table while she reads (eats or anything) like that and makes you suck her cunt with your hands tied behind your back, because in her words “Sluts are only here to please not be pleased”😋‼️‼️ when your done she notices how desperate you are and shove a bullet vibe in your 😸 putting it on the highest setting and going to sleep

(I love mean pandora🤭)

need more reqs from that google doc hello??? that is iconic

warnings: oral, degradation, sub/dom dynamics, mommy kink, crying

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you hungrily lap at pandora’s cunt, her glittering folds leaving trails of slick on your face. her engorged clit is pulsating against your nose as your tongue explores the inside of her pussy. she hums happily, flipping to the next page of her book above you.

you feel the movement through the table above your head. your knees press against the rug on floor of her dining room, and you can feel fresh bruises blooming.

she slides a hand above your scalp, digging her fingernails into your hair.

“faster, slut.” her cruel words contradict the happy tone she was singing with just moments before and resumes immediately.

you obey, quickening the pace of your tongue. silently, you grind against the floor like a bitch in heat. you’re so wet it’s dripping down your bare body and onto the rug.

“mommy,” you say between her pussy lips. “please can you play with me too? need you,” you say petulantly, pouting into her cunt.

she goes still as a statue, the only movement the throb of her clit on the tip of your nose. after what feels like an eternity, she peeks her head under the table. her eyes are glowing with rage, but her gaze rakes over your needy body before scolding you. she takes in the sight of you like it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“sluts are to please, not to be pleased,” she sneers, an air of arrogance fluffing her words.

you whimper, but that’s her final say. she makes it clear by leaning back up into her seat and pushing your face deeper into her cunt. “eat, you stupid whore.”

a tear slides down your cheek. you doubt she can feel it as it mingles with the glimmering sheen of desire coating her plush thighs. you sob into her pubic hairs as you obey, tongue curling up inside her.

she moans, thrusting into your face. flipping another page, she bounces slightly, creating more friction between your mouth and her pussy. you hear the moment she gives up on reading, head thudding to the table.

a creamy liquid surrounds your tongue, flooding her hole. her cum spills down your mouth, sliding down your neck onto your tits. you swirl the hot liquid around your nipples, feeling the points harden at your touch.

after a moment of fucked-out thrusting and coming, pandora pokes her head back under the table. she takes in the sight of you, dripping with sweat and desire, playing with her cum and grinding into the rug.

“aw, fuck, baby,” she laughs.

she gets off her chair, and you watch her feet from the floor as she walks to her drawers. she pulls something out and walks back, sitting on the floor beside you.

“open your dirty little legs for me,” she orders, something hidden in her hand.

you comply immediately, spreading your thighs wide.

she shoves the object into your hole and you realize it’s a vibrator. she pulls the remote out of her other hand, presses the quickest setting and stands back up.

you try to call her name, but the vibrator is attacking your pussy at an insane speed, cutting off the connection to your brain.

“m-mommy!” you manage to squeak, voice two octaves too high.

she turns back, glancing at you like a dirty spot on the rug.

“what’re y’doing?”

“going to bed. since you’re such a needy fucking bitch, you can stay there until i wake up. goodnight, slut.”

you try to reply, but a whimper comes out instead. she sneers at you and walks away, climbing into the bed.

#jesus christ i need to know what her pussy tastes like #WANT HER TO PLAY WITH ME SO BAD #pandora lovegood #pandora lovegood smut #pandora rosier #pandora rosier smut #pandora lovegood x reader #pandora lovegood x reader smut #marauders #marauders smut #marauders era #marauders era smut #smut #harry potter smut #hp smut #marauders era girls #marauders girls #marauders girls smut

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14106 · 6 months

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he cannot sleep he can(not) dream 2nite 😨

commission for 1 of my best friends on fb <3 sth sth jack and sally

#disco elysium #mine #kimharry #even tho at first it wasnt....#sth abt harry getting into a relationship while still learning to let go sth abt yelling sad songs while crying and thinkin abt ur ex #sth abt best friends being there no matter what sth abt romantic partners having the patience to see you grow and let go #whatever girl... do u get me #ah hes readin the lyrics ig lol #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi

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didhewinkback · 28 days

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thirty, flirty and thriving

a something old blurb for the birthday boy. 2 and a half months late but who's counting

word count: essentially 3k, warnings: none

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He can feel tears prick his eyes the second they all start in on the song. All of his favorite people in one place, just for him, gathered around the cake you’re holding up. Suppose he’s someone who cries at birthdays now.

He’s just…bloody overwhelmed. Perhaps it’s all the tequila flowing through his veins but it feels like more than that. Thinking about how you somehow managed to surprise him with all these people to celebrate his birthday, that his friends - some of whom he hasn’t spoken to in ages, ranging from the lads from school to the friends he made in LA when he was 22 - all made the trek to London to be with him tonight. How he’s often the youngest in his group of friends and how it feels like just yesterday that meant being 19 in a group of 30 year olds and now it's being 30 in a group of friends on the other side of 40.

He’s fucking thirty.

It should send him into a spiral about where the time has gone and how it went by so bloody quick but right now, he’s just grateful for where it’s landed him. Right here. Surrounded by his favorite people on the planet, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of the woman he’s going to marry, his best friend in the entire world. Ten years ago, he was getting monstrously drunk at a club with Grimmy and their mates, feeling both on top of the world and more alone than ever in ways only an incredibly famous 20 year old can. But here and now, he feels settled. He feels good. Like he’s lived a thousand lifetimes but also like he’s just getting started.

“....happppy birthday to yOouUuUou” everyone sings, all eyes on him as they wait for him to blow out the candles. He places his palm to his chest, trying to lock eyes with as many people as humanly possible, trying to say thank you with a look, doesn’t want to do a speech, not now. He just loves these people, he loves this life, he loves his birthday and –

He feels an elbow in his side and looks over at you, your face aglow from the absurd amount of candles you’ve squeezed onto the cake - he’s 30, not 87, thanks - your eyebrows raised in expectation.

“Cake’s fucking heavy, mate” you say and he throws his head back in laughter, smacking a kiss to your head before looking back out at the party.

“Sorry - know the wax ‘s getting everywhere, but just wanted to say -” he says, taking a deep breath, vision blurring a bit. “‘M so lucky and feel so grateful to you all for being here. Thank you’s never going to be enough. But you’ve all made me into the man I am today ‘nd I wouldn’t be me without you. So thank you and I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And with that, he takes a deep breath, squeezing you close and making a wish, wishing for every birthday to feel just like this, for the ability to make everyone in this room feel like they’re making him feel now as he blows all the candles out in one swoop. The party erupts in cheers and whoops and he barely has time to press another kiss to your cheek before he’s pulled back into the fray, bombarded with an endless stream of hugs, kisses, people rubbing his head and pressing glasses of tequila into his hand. He just feels like he could burst, is the thing. A room full of people who know him and love him and don’t want or need anything from him, just want to celebrate him for who he is. They’ve turned the music back on and he sways his hips and stomps his feet as he knocks back another glass, letting the beats wash over him as he gets lost in the crowd of friends.

It’s later, he’s tucked in a booth with the lads as he takes in the room around him, though it’s spinning a bit more than it was before. Tom’s got his arm around him and is telling the 18th embarrassing anecdote of the night, trying in vain to bury the fact that just moments ago he got a bit teary when he spoke about the first time they met. And that’s when he sees you across the way, laughing about something with Johnny. His eyes trace the line of your neck as you tilt your head back, the curve of your jaw, and then, as if you can sense him, your eyes lock with his.

It never gets old, this. It feels like electric currents are buzzing through his system when you smile at him, that just for him smile, as he tilts his head towards the doors leading out back, once, twice, three times, topping it off with a dramatic roll of his neck until you’re smirking, already making your way up to stand. He taps Tom on the thigh before sliding out of the booth and making his way over to where you’re waiting by the doors, instantly wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face into your hair, breathing you in as the two of you duck outside.

It’s cold, but the heaters and fire pits around the patio help and he wraps himself around your back, matching you step for step as you head over to the corner railings, away from any prying eyes. You lean against the railing, looking up at the night sky, what you can make of it from the city lights. He wraps his arms tighter around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Y’ cold?” he asks and you’re shaking your head but he feels you shiver against him and that’s all the answer he needs, already pulling his suit jacket off despite your protests, and holding it out for you to put it on. “C’mon, ‘s my birthday wish.”

You shake your head and snort, sliding your arms into the jacket and turning around, wrapping your arms around his waist as you smile up at him. He shuffles you a bit closer to the heater, pressing a kiss to your cheek, brushing his knuckle along your jaw.

“Good birthday?” you ask softly and he’s already nodding, can’t believe you’re even asking.

“The best,” he says, “Can’t believe you did all this.”

“You really had no idea?”

“Surprised the shit out of me.” he says. “Y’ always get stressed when we’re running late for dinner so that’s the only reason I thought y’ were being jumpy.”

“Oiii–” you say, slapping him lightly as you laugh. “Not my fault you took ages to get ready. Man’s early for everything but the second you tell him what time to meet at a restaurant, he moves in bloody slo mo.”

“Heeey.” he whines, but there’s no heat behind it, pulling you closer and laughing when you do.

He can hear the party raging on from out here and he still just can’t wrap his mind around it. That he’s 30. That he’s gotten to live the life he has over the last ten years and he has all those people in there to thank. He’s bowled over, the love in that room radiating through his every pore. Not sure he ever knew he could be this loved.

He can feel your eyes on him and knows you’re letting him gather his thoughts, content to just stand there and patiently wait until he’s ready. Letting him do what he needs to do. Never pushing, or prying. Just knowing him. And loving him. And there’s just something about that, isn’t there?

“‘M just like…” he starts to say, stopping himself when he feels emotion clog his throat. “I cried 10 times already. Bloody Cal is here.”

“Easiest party planning of my life,” you say back softly, tightening your arms around him. “Everyone said yes immediately, they were so excited to celebrate you. Everyone in there really, really loves you.”

His breath gets caught in his throat at that, blinking back the tears that seem to permanently reside in his eyes tonight. He rests his hand along the side of your face, dragging his thumb along your jaw. Not sure what he did to get nights like this, to get you looking at him like that. He’s so, so lucky.

“I really, really love you.” you say softly and he just - he can’t explain the noise that escapes him as he crashes his lips against yours, tightening his grip on your jaw as he kisses you the way he’s been thinking about all night. You sigh against his lips as he pulls you impossibly closer to him, lips not daring to leave yours for a second, kissing you over and over again.

He could stand here forever, kissing you like this, but he has to breathe, eventually. He pulls back slowly, kissing along your jaw, cheek, temple before burying his head into your neck. You slide your arms up his back, hugging him around the neck and pulling him close, your hand coming up to rest at the nape of his neck, scratching at the short hairs there. You just stand there for a minute, wrapped up in each other and this may just be his favorite part of the night. There’s something about knowing he’ll always have this. Your arms to fall into. And that’s the greatest birthday present a lad could ask for.

“Thank you so much for all this,” he mumbles into your ear. “Best birthday ever. Proper birthday.”

His heart skips a beat when he hears your delighted laugh, pulling back to get a glimpse of your face, the way your eyes are glowing as they stare back at him.

“I can’t believe you remember that.” you say with a laugh. “You were pissed and burning your mouth on a cheese toastie almost a decade ago when you said that.”

“Mmm, a cheese toastie,” he says, giggling at your eye roll. “Course I remember it. Think it every year. ‘S not a proper birthday unless you’re there. I love you so, so much.”

“Thanks for being born,” you say softly, leaning into his touch. “Greatest thing to ever happen to me. You.”

“Baby - ” he breathes out, but can feel emotion clogging his throat again, trying in vain to blink away the tears your words made spring to his eyes. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone, hand shaking not just from the cold. A lifetime of knowing you and you still make him weak at the knees.

“Y’ make every day feel like my birthday, y’ know that?” he says softly, feeling like he’s found the right words for the first time tonight. “This party ‘nd this night is incredible. But nothing - nothing - compares to getting to go home with you every night. Greatest gift I ever got.”

He can see the words hit you, the deep breath you take as your eyes rake over his features, smile twitching at your lips as you look at him with such love in your eyes he feels his heart skip a beat. You’re looking at him like you always look at him, really, really seeing him with nothing but utter love in your eyes. God. There aren’t words for that, are there?

You pull him in, kissing him hard, like you’re trying to pour every ounce of love from your mouth to his and he’s more than happy to drink it up. Drink you up. Drink you in. His favorite taste, his favorite mouth, his favorite person on his favorite day.

His hands squeeze you tighter, living for the way you lean into his touch as it rakes down your back, settling on your bum. He could lose himself in this, in you. But you both seem to become aware of your environment at the same time, deep kisses slowing into gentle pecks before you drag your lips up his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you pull him close, hugging him tightly. His arms wrap around your waist as he sinks into your hold. He nuzzles his head into your neck, breathing you in, as he slowly sways the two of you, the party mere background noise to the sounds of your steady breathing, the feel of your hands carding through his short hair.

It’s a while before he moves, slowly, begrudgingly, pressing a kiss to your neck and tightening his arms around you before mumbling, “I’ve got a crazy idea,” into your skin.

He lifts his head to look at your face, can see your eyes twinkling, already bracing yourself for what he’s about to say, already in on the joke. It’s a bit he’s been doing every few weeks at this point, ever since you set the date.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” you ask, unable to stop the smile growing on your face as you slide your arms down his shoulders, resting your hands on his biceps.

“Was thinking - since y’ did such a good job planning this party… what do y’ say we throw another one? Like, end of June maybe? Right after your birthday?” he says, pretending to actually mull over those dates, trying to remain deadly serious while your lips twitch into a smile.

“Hmm. I think I could be down for that.”

“Yeah? Same guest list, bit more of your friends. Some family maybe. Could do it in Italy, near the house.” he says, trying to keep up the bit but the reality of what he’s saying is catching up to him, the familiar tears making an appearance again as he chokes out his next words. “Y’ could wear white.”

“And you could wear a suit.” you say softly, eyes never wavering from his. “Maybe get a new ring.”

“Yeah. You’d like that?” he asks, bringing his hand up to your face when you nod. “You wanna marry me, baby?”

“I really, really do.” you say, the look in your eyes making his heart beat out of his chest.

“Four months,” he says quietly, almost in disbelief of his luck, his life. “You’re gonna be my wife in four months.”

He can’t tell who moves in first after that, both of you clutching on for dear life as you just about snog the living daylights out of each other. He’s never wanted to ditch a party more in his life. Just wants you, your bedroom, and several hours to even begin to express all he’s feeling right now, all he wants. It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.

You softly moan into his mouth and he just about loses his mind, thinking about he’ll have a lifetime of getting that sound out of you, just for him. He pulls you impossibly closer as he drags his tongue over yours, keeping your jaw in a tight grip. He could die here, actually. He’d die a happy man, being slowly taken apart by your mouth.

“Oiii!!!” Johnny’s voice through the open door has the two of you springing apart in shock, though he doesn’t let you get far, burying his head in your neck as he moves his hand off your jaw to flip Johnny off.

“If you’re both done rubbing against each other out here –”

“Oh grow up, Johnny!” you shout at the same time Harry lets out a “You wish!” that has you smacking him against the head as he laughs.

“The Holmes Chapel lot did promise Hometown Hero over there a birthday shot.” he slurs and Harry begrudgingly pulls away from you to twist towards the doors, pulling your back into his chest as you both face Johnny, his hands resting on your shoulders. “And we’ve been waiting bloody ages –”

“So bloody dramatic,” you huff and Harry laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“We’ll be right in,” he says watching as Johnny rolls his eyes, holding up a hand to indicate “you’ve got one minute”, as he turns back inside and closes the door behind him.

“Suppose we better go in,” you say, turning to look at him over your shoulder and he all but swells with pride at the look of you, the swollen lips and slightly messy hair. He tilts your chin a bit more towards him and kisses you once more, squeezing your shoulder before taking a step back. You shrug out of his jacket despite his groan, handing it back to him as you bring your hands up to attempt to smooth down your hair.

“Let’s go, old man.” you say and he squawks, sliding the jacket back on before giving you a cheeky smack on your bum, which you try in vain to dodge before reaching for his hand, interlacing your fingers and heading back into the fray.

The night spirals from there in the best possible way and while he may not remember every conversation he had, every song he danced to, every shot he took, he’ll always remember the way that room made him feel, the love radiating towards him, overwhelming him, inspiring him, fortifying him. He’ll always remember the feeling of your hand in his, the way your body felt against his own, and later, the taste of you on his tongue. Feeling like he could do anything with you by his side, your love making him feel like the greatest version of himself. Like the best is still yet to come, if that's even possible.

Proper birthday.

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a/n: the way i literally had 3/4 of this written on february 1st and then could not get myself to finish it. but here we areeeee baby. hope people are still interested. i really like it and couldnt let it go. let me know what u think love u mean it

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#something old #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles birthday #friends to lovers #hbd 2.5 months late i guess #sorry to all the angels in my inbox who requested a lot of other things and definitely not this #ur girl couldnt give this one up #lmk what you think plssss oh pls

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