Finally A Wangxian Edit Made By Me. Love Them So Much.

Finally a wangxian edit made by me. Love them so much.

I love you for giving us that flashback to the moment Snape stole Lily's diary. You have such a talent, because stealing the diary was a truly rotten, odious thing for Snape to do, but you manage to articulate Snape's bitterness and jealousy and hurt so well that it makes sense that for a moment he would be spiteful enough to swish his wand, while still imagining he's a good friend. I particularly love that this was part of the plot, because it illustrates that the dissolution of Lily and Snape's friendship was so much deeper than that one "worst memory." His possessiveness and jealousy and need to prove James is horrible (at Lily's expense) was always going to corrode, whether or not Snape called her a slur in front of everyone.

Also A+ 13yo girl diary entries.

That hazing/initiation ritual was WILD. I'm enthralled. And terrified for what is going to go down at Hogsmeade.

In sum : it's your world, we're all just living in (and for) it.

Ahhhh, thank you ❤️

I’ve been looking forward to getting to that flashback scene ever since I first shared the Christmas chapters with the reveal of what Severus did. I thought it was important to show that memory not just from Snape’s POV but from the POV of the child who experienced it, because while of course what he did was a horrible, potentially-friendship-ending thing, it was driven by a very real and powerful hurt — a hurt that I don’t think adult Snape ever really healed from. Snape does a lot of awful things, both in canon and in this story, but I want to whenever I can extend some empathy to the child he once was, because that is a child who was failed by every adult and every institution he encountered. (Seriously, where is wizarding child protection services my god)

But at the same time, at every opportunity he was given a choice, he made the one informed by his bitterness and jealousy and hurt…and ruined the few good things he had in his life as a result (his friendship with Lily being the obvious one). He’s just a delicious muddle of contradictions and compassion and contempt and I’m obsessed with it lmao.

Anyway, all this self-indulgent rambling to say: thank you!! This chapter was hellish for me to write but after a few days’ distance from it, I’m actually quite pleased with it and it means a lot to me that you liked it too ❤️

(Also those diary entries were so much fun for me to write ahahaha. Coming soon: TLE 0.5: Lily’s Diary.)

((THAT WAS A JOKE NO ONE EXPECT THAT OF ME PLEASE 😂))

silly questions

“i love this little thing, this little thing i made… i love it so much i’d die for it, over and over again.”

Multicouples | Stubborn Love

Kind of a multi rivals to lovers video.

ARYA STARK APPRECIATION MONTH || Day 6: Favorite Book Moment ↳ In the godswood she found her broomstick sword where she had left it, and carried it to the heart tree.

There she knelt. Red leaves rustled. Red eyes peered inside her. The eyes of the gods. “Tell me what to do, you gods,” she prayed.

For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.

“But there is no pack,” she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now, I’m Nan.”

“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”

“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. – Arya X, ACOK