I’m Smiling So Much Me Cheeks Hurt 😁

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.

Adorable fanfic

I found this fanfic while scrolling through Tumblr and it’s so adorable.

Harry has is the only wizard who has ever had autism and none of the Professors now how to deal with it and how to help Harry... except Professor Severus Snape.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7239464/1/Different-Not-Defective

Talk to me about Slytherins

Talk to me about Slytherins

Slytherins who are ambitious, and yet lazy as hell. Slytherins who have so many ambitions that they wallow in despair while trying to choose one. Slytherins who get anxiety when they feel like they won’t be able to achieve their dreams. Slytherins who will cut a bitch if they try to interfere with their long term goals. Slytherins who, when given a task will go to the ends of he’ll to achieve it, but with no purpose will sit around doing nothing all day long. Slytherins who hide their social anxiety by being the snarkiest, most sarcastic person they can be…and yet being the softest most caring person with their best friend (slytherpuff for the win) (still don’t lose their snark tho)

Slytherins who support the underdog in a team because they know what it feels like to be the weak link, and goddamn if they let anyone else feel like that. Slytherins who get only four hours of sleep because they have so much to do so they can go ahead and achieve their dreams

Just…Slytherins, man

chillin on a Saturday night

don’t make me tap the sign…

I agree with this Harry Potter; books and fanfics are my escape

does the harry potter series feel really really cozy to anyone else?? i can’t explain it - i don’t know why. it feels .. like home? it feels like a beautiful and foggy autumn day. idk why but it makes my heart go !!!!!!!

When the Nazi concentration camps were liberated by the Allies, it was a time of great jubilation for the tens of thousands of people incarcerated in them. But an often forgotten fact of this time is that prisoners who happened to be wearing the pink triangle (the Nazis’ way of marking and identifying homosexuals) were forced to serve out the rest of their sentence. This was due to a part of German law simply known as “Paragraph 175” which criminalized homosexuality. The law wasn’t repealed until 1969.

some of y'all didnt grow up as the person nobody has a crush on and it really shows