Source Codes (divided into Do Not Disturb and Heelstones) by fluorescentgrey (yeats-infection on tumblr) is wonderdul, wonderful, wonderful, I think about it a lot and it has been close to a year. Please read it if you want an angsty fic. Also A Wolf’s Heart by mizdiz (severus-snape-is-a-butt-trumpet on tumblr) still makes me cry. Enjoy!

thanks mate !

also, “a wolfs heart” is a forbidden name around it unless you want me to curl up on the floor and cry for two days straight bc life is unfair

jilylicious:

Let HP women be imperfect.

Let them make mistakes, let them learn from their mistakes.

Take them as a role model but don’t follow their path blindly.

Know that even Minerva McGonagall is not perfect. Yes I went there.

Don’t write them as these majestic creatures. Write them as women, as human and that’s when they are the most beautiful in my opinion.

interesting story about my great aunt

she lives in the middle of the country between cows and fields. literally 100% of the people living there, she included, are white.

she also lives in a house that used to be part of a medieval castle and in the attic there is this HUGE amazingly well conserved medieval painting, directly on the ceiling. it’s beautiful.

so obviously there are often history professors and archeologists coming there to study it, and they always take time to show her everything they discovered, share their theories, etc… she likes it a lot and if you ask her she will absolutely give you an hour long class about the painting.

the thing is : one of biggest panel is a princess kneeling in front of a knight that probably just saved her from a mortal peril or something. and the princess ? she definitely is black.

so my great aunt told us that there are always some people who tries to explain it’s because the pigments changed overtime and that the princess is super white™ actually. she aint buying it. she says that the rest of the pigments is in great condition, so why not her skin ? the knight is white and his skin is still super white. and she knows that some knights went in africa so they must have met black people that they decided to paint

the point of this story ?

1) my great aunt is over 75, white, lives in an exclusively white neighbourhood and still doesnt buy racism. dont excuse people’s behaviour and believes based on age or location.

2) beautiful black princesses were a thing and they also had fairy tail romances that people decided to paint.

thanks for your time *mic drop*

jilylicious:

I feel like everyone forgets how much Remus hated himself. He probably couldnt look at himself in mirrors and being as lonely as he was didn’t help with the prison he was in in his mind.
There are so many reasons for Remus to be the way he is, staying away from Harry, not introducing himself the way he should have, not telling Harry he knew his father until he had to and all the things some of you are angry at him about. He hated himself so much and he thought he was guilty for sure about the things that happened. He probably didn’t think he deserved Harry in his life and that’s why he was so distant

After years of gushing about how touching this, I realised something that makes it so much worse.

shakspaere:

Think about this for a moment. Think about how hard it must have been for him to say those words.

‘He’s not your son.’ 

Like no no no, Molly, this is my Harry. My kid. James and Lily’s son from his appearance right down to the way he writes the alphabet and protects his enemies. I’ve known the kid literally since he was born. I know what James and Lily wanted for him. They’d want him to know what he’s getting into. They’d want him to know that we trust him. And Lily would skin me alive if I let her son face the “chosen one” scenario without knowing what it means. James and Lily Potter gave their lives as a result of this Prophecy and you’re telling me they would want to keep him in the dark? He is my godson, Molly. I would do anything to keep him safe. I’m the one Harry wrote to nearly every day for months and I know what he needs. I know what happened in the damned graveyard. I know what Harry’s been through and I know what his parents would want us to do. HE’S. NOT. YOUR. SON.

‘He’s not your son,’ said Sirius quietly.

Sirius is canonically the sort of person who’d get increasingly louder and angrier over the course of an argument. But no. Molly wants Harry to be a child. Her child. And all he can think of is  Lily. Her grit. Her principles. The way she’d have laid the truth out before Harry and then taken him out to a Quidditch game or something. 

He never gets to say any of that. There’s Molly’s below-the-belt Azkaban taunt and Sirius just retreats into his guilt about not actually being there for Harry… not being able to protect him last year… not keeping James and Lily safe.