Dumbledore, notorious for giving second chances Dumbledore, let Sirius rot in Azkaban for twelve years. 

He must have known Sirius well due to his time in the Order, he must have known what James meant to Sirius. Dumbledore was a member of the freaking Wizengamot yet he didn’t fight the Ministry’s horrifying trial-optional policy. 

This is a man who took back Death Eater!Snape at his word, shielded him from prison, and employed him at a school for children. 

But he didn’t have a use for Sirius, so he didn’t care about him.

I got 99 problems with Dumbledore and his treatment of Sirius Black accounts for like 64 of them.  

To be honest, Albus Dumbledore is one of the most disturbing, terrifying characters I’ve ever found in a book, because he thought he was a good guy and so did everyone else and the books don’t really challenge it either (given that Harry forgives him for everything he did), but when you look between the lines he was profoundly, profoundly immoral and unethical.

A couple of months ago, I was talking about HP characters with a friend, and he said that Dumbledore was one of his least favorite characters of all time.

Naturally, this took me back a bit since he’s one of the heroes of the series, misguided as he was at times. Still, I was curious and asked my friend why he hated him. His answer still strikes a chord with me.

"There is never, ever a reason to leave a child in an abusive home. Never."

(Reblogged from bedlamsbard)







anyone else noticing a trend here?


didn’t know ancient egyptians looked like mayo…


Ok but of course the servants and thieves are black ok i see yall

this is bullshit. no one go see this bullshit movie

We saw the trailer for this before Hercules yesterday, and at some point Mary yelled ‘IS THAT FUCKING SIGOURNEY WEAVER PLAYING AN EGYPTIAN?’ and then we were both done.

pretty sure white people were Egyptian royalty post-Alexander? And then only notionally?

(Reblogged from flatbear)


Do you expect me to talk?
No, Ms. Bond. I expect you to die!
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pierce’s death was too good for him.

How hard he hits him though. He nearly knocks him off the chair he hits him so hard and Bucky’s head bounces on rebound. And Bucky isn’t even being defiant here, just stuck. He’s caught in his own thinking and isn’t really resisting, just not reacting. He’s still Winter Soldier here, but Winter Soldier trying to figure out what just happened with his day and we know he could stop Pierce mid swing if he really wanted. But he doesn’t, just sort of pulls himself back upright still clinging to the fact that SOMEHOW the Soldier knew him and can’t figure out why. The little bit of Bucky that’s left frantically trying to organize fragments of memory.

Pierce died too quick.

Here’s where it gets worse, though: a brief couple minutes later, Pierce tries to give him a speech. It’s a speech full of praise and glory.

And why would you bother? Because it works better, if all your violence comes with another option. It works better, conditioning, if you have a carrot and a stick. It works better if you are the font of all things good and make the frame so that the recipient thinks they deserve all things bad.

Now given where they’re keeping him, and everything else, let’s adjust this in perspective: “good” becomes not actually good. It becomes an absence of pain, of punishment. It becomes a positive word. It becomes the presence of another human being in a life of constant isolation and imprisonment.

And then if you really want to get upset, you can think about what Pierce would have looked like mid-century, when he was younger, and when the Winter Soldier starts making his mark.

You’re welcome.

You’ve heard this story before:  He’s imprisoned and tortured and experimented on, until he hardly remembers his own name.  And in the depths of his despair this blond man comes to him like an angel, like a halo, and says: Come with me.  Come follow me.  Come fight with me.

But this isn’t his true angel, because this time disobedience comes with fire and pain and freezing cold; and he never looks like the man the Winter Soldier keeps expecting to see.  But Alexander Pierce is the closest thing that he remembers, so he’s the one the soldier obeys.

oh. oh crap.

(Source: sebastianastan)

(Reblogged from star-anise)

Give me a link or title to one of my fics (any ‘verse/any fandom), and I’ll give you a detail that didn’t make it into the fic - it could be background canon, deleted material (if I have it), a look into the future - or ask me a question about inspiration, the writing process, research.






My fic is here.

Mine is here

…or on my fic tag, which I am using below :)

I would love to do this also! I’m phoneblogging from work so there’ll be a little delay but hit me up.

YES (also my ao3 is here, since I am now not at work)

Oh, I like this, let’s totally do the thing.

oooh, yes. Fic is here:

(Reblogged from icryyoumercy)
  • me: this fic fucked me up so bad and i cried for hours
  • me: here read it
(Reblogged from ifeelbetterer)

Warnings (AO3, etc)

How do you guys choose to warn? I’ve always done the bare minimum, plus trigger warnings for rape/murder/assault, but it looks like I’m underdoing things, going by the paragraphs of warning tags I encounter in stories. Is it a cultural thing?

sunday somewhere snippet

“He made me feel it was filthy,” Raynes says presently. “I’m not daft, I knew that I loved Laurie better than men love their friends. I didn’t know the name for it, and he made it a part of all the beastliness that happens in schools. I wanted him gone and I didn’t have the words to make him.”

“It is a part of it,” Ralph says, and tries and fails to make his voice less harsh. “I wanted Laurie when he was fifteen and I was eighteen; I kissed him when he was sixteen and I was being given the sack for molesting younger boys. Laurie’ friends when he was in Oxford first used to come down to the docks to rent sailors. All of it goes together, you can’t set a part of it aside and call it pure and sanctified. That’s a coward’s trick, to set aside what is vile in your own desires and allot it to others, give it a name: neurotic, pervert, homosexual. What you want to kill is in yourself. The projection-trick doesn’t serve. In the end you turn on yourself.”

Snape is a Terrible Friend to Lily: An Essay


I feel like the story of Snape and Lily via this post needs a muggle twist so some people can get a true understanding of what that was like. And how you should never side with Snape ever and how he was not romantic and his devotion to Lilly was 5,000% icky.

Imagine you are black.

(I mean, I’m black so I don’t have to do much imagining. But if you are not black imagine you are black. Close your eyes real tight. Concentrate.  Okay open them. Get ready for oppression.)

Now imagine that in maybe 5th grade you make friends with a white boy. He’s kind of shy, but you have things in common. No big deal. Whatever. Its like, the 80’s, being friends with someone of another race isn’t a huge fucking deal anymore. Especially in a big city, which is where you live. Whatever man, its 5th grade. 

In your 5th grade class, there is another boy. Everyone has had this boy in their class at some point: Loud, brash, cocky, kind of really popular but in an annoying way, thinks he’s the class clown—or at least he’s good friends with the class clown. (But this is fifth grade, remember, so if you’re in high school and you have something forming in your mind, age that down to about 12 years old and yeah.) Annoying boy is white too. But hey, its America/England so, most people are white. Its not a big deal. 

Annoying boy pretty much won’t leave you alone. Hair pulling, skirt flipping and the like. Its bothersome and you pretty much loathe him. Particularly because, by contrast with your sweet shy friend, annoying boy is rather beastly.

In about a year, shy boy starts getting really into reading stuff about nationalism and conservative politics. You don’t really pay much attention to it because this is 6th grade. Everyone’s going rapidly through interests and hobbies at this stage of their life. Shy boy is still nice to you and that’s all that matters really.

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^ what this person says.

(Reblogged from kaylapocalypse)