I Love This 😂😂😂

Literally me during my GCSE exams. I did good by the way 😁

Me : i need to study i need to consentrate

My brain : snape, snape, severus snape

snape, snape, severus snape

One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. 

I like believing that Slytherins did fight in the battle, fought for their home, where they grew up. They probably dropped the cloaks and ties in order to not be a target.

Slytherins levitating rubble off of students

Slytherins sending the spiders flying out windows

Slytherins using hidden passages to evacuate students

Slytherins using hidden passages to sneak up on the enemy

Slytherins with no death eater affiliations, fighting death eaters to save their friends

Slytherins with death eater affiliations going through a mental turmoil as they have to make a decision on which home means more to them, and choosing Hogwarts.

Slytherins, fighting for Hogwarts because hogwarts is home. Where they had their first crush, kiss, ghost encounter. Where they learned how to read the stars and bottle fame. Where they met the people they now call brothers and sisters.

Slytherins man. Teenagers fighting in a war that they never should have to, but doing it anyway because they protect what is theirs.

Can you imagine Snape going out for a nighttime stroll because he can’t sleep even though it’s pouring rain, and as he’s walking, impervious to the storm and nearly lost in thought, he finds this cat and he figures it must belong to one of the students and he’s just thinking ‘this is no weather for a cat to be out in’ because the poor thing is soaking wet and probably freezing. So he picks it up, meaning to bring it inside, and as he’s walking this cat just starts licking his hair like it’s trying to groom him and Snape’s just like “Good Lord, cat! Who are you, my mother?” but he’s not really that upset and he brings that cat into the castle and leaves it by the nearest fireplace so it can warm up and find the student it belongs to.

Then YEARS later, long after he’s become aware that Minerva is an animagus, he’s just sitting at the staff table, eating breakfast or something, and just pauses with the spoon halfway to his mouth like ‘Wait a minute. That wasn’t a student’s cat. That wasn’t a student’s cat at all.’

I am a Proud Slytherin💚🐍

SLYTHERIN PRIDE

please, reblog if you agree, I need to feel the presence of my fellow housemates

This is so true

ENOUGH AREADY! WE GET IT - YOU THINK YOU *KNOW* SLYTHERIN...

We get that you think Slytherin girls are ‘winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man’. We get that you think our aesthetic is blood-red lipstick, the clack of stilettos on marble floors, and nails filed to a sharp point.

We get it.

We get that you think Slytherin boys are ‘jaw lines sharp enough to kill a man’ (perhaps we have that in common with the girls, you think?). We get that you think our mood is bitter black coffee, Shakespearean insults, and the burn of vodka as it cascades down your throat.

We get it. So enough already.

You think you know Slytherin? You think our girls are ‘bad-ass bitches’ and our boys are ‘refined gentlemen with wicked sharp tongues’?

Well, let us tell you what it really means to embody power, pride, fraternity, cunning, and ambition.

We’d be lying if we said Slytherin wasn’t that warm feeling of sinking deeper into your seat on the bus after you watch someone miss their stop. But, for all that, Slytherin is also when you were a child sitting on your dad’s shoulders - that feeling of being literally on top of the world, made all the more proud for knowing not only that the people who love you will raise you up but will be there to catch you if you fall.

That’s Slytherin - it’s what you wanted to be when you grew up, it’s your imaginary friend, and it’s getting an A on a test you studied damn fucking hard for.

And, sure, Slytherin is also silently thanking yourself that you looked your best on the days you ran into an ex partner. But Slytherin is the courage to end a going-nowhere relationship in the first place. Slytherin means willing to do what no one else can or will, to put aside desire, fear, and comfort and to just shed what doesn’t serve them; that means being cruel to be kind and knowing, in fact, that cruelty and kindness are not black and white concepts.

That’s Slytherin - it’s your little black dress, it’s self-help books, and it’s drunken chats with strangers in nightclub bathrooms.

We are so much more complex than men in suits or women in doc martens. If all you can think of is conceit when you think of cunning and if all you can think of is dominance when you think of power…then you do not know us. And we will not ask you to try harder next time because we would rather speak for ourselves.

So, enough already; we want ‘us’ done right, so we will do it ourselves.

That’s Slytherin.

I love this it’s so adorable 😍😍

Could You write Severus imagine how he does simple things with his wife and little daughter? Such as going to shop for groceries or spending evening together after long, hard day? 😗

A/N: yOU BET I CAN! Hello! I promise I’m not dead, just busy. Anyways: Here’s a 4/20 gift from me to you <3 Enjoy! 

Severus Snape: Potions master, ex-death eater and… family man?

Word count: 1.325 

Warnings: So. much. FLUFF!

It’s a known truth that your life changes when you have children. Things that used to be less than unimportant suddenly become some of the biggest concerns of your life. You shed the irresponsible, young, awake person you used to be and become a newer, more mature and so much more tired version of yourself. You become responsible for a whole life, and it is, for most people, a most wonderful thing. It’s also known that sometimes, the softness and naive wonder in a child can soften adults who were too hardened and cold from the horrors of the world. Sometimes children make you stop and look away from all the worries and bad news the world brings you, and make you focus on something so small, yet so innocent and significant, and it changes you, bit by bit. From the flowers, pebbles and doodles they give you to the way their head weighs on your chest when they fall asleep on you whilst you read them a story.

This was the case of Severus Snape, who had become the father of a daughter only a mere three years ago, but already had seen himself become softer, something his much younger self would call weak. Now he just called himself more loving, more caring and kind. His wife saw it too, occasionally teasing him about it, saying that if he kept going like this he might start handing out E’s more generously, but he really didn’t mind as much as he pretended to. He couldn’t explain how it had happened, but as he had held his child for the first time, he’d listened to her cry and thought that perhaps this had been a huge mistake, panic rising inside him until the nurse in the room had advised him on how to hold the baby, which had made her stop. And then, as if surprised, his daughter had opened her eyes and looked straight into his own with the most magnificent gaze Severus had ever seen, hitting him with the tranquillising realisation that this child was his and that it was his responsibility to keep her safe from any harm. He’d tried so hard not to let tears fall as he quietly promised to be so much better than the father he had had, promising the newborn to take care of her, even if it meant he was hurt. From then on his daughter had continued to surprise him, melting his cold demeanour, day by day.

‘Should we get the green, yellow or black tea?’ Severus’ wife pointed at each box as she listed them, then looked back to their daughter, who had her small finger in her mouth, her brows slightly frowning as if considering a grave big decision. Her deep, almost black eyes scanned along the boxes, then went back to the first one, then to the last one before finally landing on the one in the middle. She put her finger forward and pointed. Severus heard his wife mumble ‘Excellent choice’ approvingly, smiling, as she picked the box off the shelf and put it in a basket. Severus smiled a little at the scene. Truth be told, no matter how much his daughter may change him, grocery shopping would never be his thing. He always felt sort of out of place amongst the brightly coloured boxes and sharp lights.

Still, his wife had dragged him along, insisting that if anything, it was his turn to do the grocery shopping. Severus looked down as he felt a tug at his robes. He met the large, dark eyes that his daughter had inherited from him. She stretched her arms upwards.

‘Up!’ She said. Severus smiled as he picked her up and put her on his shoulders. ‘Where’d your mother go?’ He asked her. She pointed and Severus took off, feeling strangely sentimental.

***

Maybe grocery shopping wasn’t Severus’ thing, but cooking dinner certainly was. After dinner, it was time to start working on the thousands of assignments that needed to be graded, whilst his wife read to their daughter. It was tough, concentrating on the lists of ingredients and their purposes when the sound of your daughter babbling on about her favourite of the farm animals in the book. Chuckling to himself, Severus wrote a note and a grade, put the assignment away and began on the next one. As the pile of parchment got smaller, the sound of babbling died down, as the telly was turned on and the sound of some family-friendly movie filled the room.

‘Alright, bedtime.’ Severus’ wife said, picking up the sleepy toddler, who had been dozing off on the sofa.

‘Maybe if you’re lucky,’ His wife said ‘Daddy’ll tell you a bedtime story?’ Both the woman and toddler looked hopefully at Severus, who smiled softly. ‘I’ll be with you in a minute.’ He answered. Putting down his quill and putting the remaining papers aside, Severus stood up and made his way to his daughter’s bedroom, where his daughter was waiting for him, already having been tucked in by his wife.  The little girl was holding a book.

‘You already picked one?’ Severus asked, sitting down beside the bed. The girl nodded making a determined ‘Mhmm’ sound. Severus smiled and picked up the book. Then he opened to the first page, cleared his throat and began reading:’Once upon a time…’

***

‘And the princess lived happily ever after. The end.’ Severus finished. He looked up to see his daughter fast asleep. He tilted his head as he adored the toddler. What on earth could he possibly have done to deserve such an amazing daughter? He stroked her hair gently, before turning off her bedside lamp. He let the door to her bedroom stay slightly open. Outside in the living room sat his wife with a book. She looked up at him with a smile.

‘Is she sleeping?’ She asked, extending her hand, gesturing him to come closer. He did. He nodded as he sat down beside her. ‘Yes, she is,’ He said ‘If not then she certainly has a knack for pretending.’ He added, chuckling. His wife laughed lightly, then sighed happily.

‘She’s wonderful.’ She said. Severus put an arm around her. ‘Of course, she is. She has you for a mother.’ He said, earning a laugh from his wife. ‘Oh please, you’re favourite!’ She chuckled. Severus frowned a little. ‘You really think so?’ He asked, his wife nodded. ‘Yeah, she loves you.’ She mumbled fondly, there was a pause as she caressed his cheek, then she added. ‘As do I.’ Severus pulled her into an embrace, stroking her back. ‘I love you too.’ He mumbled into her hair. For a moment there was silence, with the exception of their breaths and the crackling of the fire. ‘Gosh,’ Severus’ wife mumbled, ‘Who knew you of all people would become a family man?’ She said in a whisper. Grinning, Severus softly pushed her away. ‘I’m not a family man.’ He protested. His wife raised her brows. ‘Sure you’re not.’ She said with a sarcastic tone, ‘Wanna go to bed then, Mr I’m-not-a-family-man-I-just-cook-the-dinner?’ She asked, extending her hand. Chuckling, Severus took it. ‘Yes, I do, Mrs There’s-a-reason-I-cook-Because-I-value-my-pots-and-pans.’ He answered. ‘Oh be quiet, you!’ His wife answered, grinning. Severus pulled her in and kissed her softly, then looked into her eyes and said: ‘You started it.’

As his wife laughed softly, Severus vowed to himself, much like he had done several times before, not to ever turn out like his own father and to never ever let go of the family he had. And as his wife kissed him again, he closed his eyes and knew at that moment that it was a vow he was going to keep.

My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.

lol.