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wizardtowizard

That night in the Shrieking Shack, Harry threw himself in front of Pettigrew to keep Remus and Sirius from killing him.

“I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted his best friends to become killers.”

These were the words he said. Sirius and Remus backed down, but not for the reasons Harry thought.

In truth, James probably would have understood if they’d killed Peter. If it was the other way around, there’s even a chance he’d have done the same. James Potter was not the reason Sirius and Remus backed down.

In that moment… in those words… the two men saw Lily. The flash of green eyes. The prevailing sense of justice. The absolute and ruthless kindness. The fierce insistence that revenge was not a viable answer.

They reckoned Lily Potter wouldn’t have wanted them to become killers, and so they didn’t.

iamthepenguinwhosearseisonfire

OH MY GOD. HERE COME THE TEARS😭😭

ziggy-scardust

Thanks, I wasn’t planning on using my heart anyway.

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last-an-eon
shitmygaywifesays

I want to tell y’all a story about supporting and loving your partner, starring my amazing wife.

I’ve mentioned before that I had an eating disorder for many years, and though I consider myself “recovered” there are aspects of my disorder that I still struggle with today — being quite a bit heavier than my wife is one of them.

When my wife and I moved in together back when we were still girlfriends, I was at my skinniest. She used to pick me up all the time and lift me off the ground, and I’d laugh and kick out my legs ‘cause I was just delighted to have her holding me.

But I started gaining weight as I went through recovery, and where once we were pretty close in size, I began to get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And she remained her naturally petite self. I began to almost dread when she’d try to pick me up, sure that this time she wouldn’t be able to get me off the ground.

But every time, even if I protested, she’d lift me up and say something like: “See, you’re not so big that I can’t lift you!”

And one time I just blurted out: “But someday I’m going to be so fat you won’t be able to.”

She looked me dead in the eye and said: “No you won’t. Because if that ever happens, I’ll start working out.”

It was the best possible thing she could have said to me, because she wasn’t saying I wasn’t going to get fat — neither of us knew that for sure. She was just saying that I was never going to be “too fat” for her.

And every time I worry about getting bigger, I remember that I’ll never be so big that she can’t lift me, because baby knows how much I love being held, and she’ll change her own habits to ensure that I never feel “too big” or “too heavy” because in her eyes I’ll never be “too” anything.

Anyway, there’s a moral to this story: Find yourself a partner who will never consider you an excess. You should never be “too much” to someone who loves you — too big, too loud, too passionate, too awkward, whatever your “too” happens to be. And even as you change and grow (in my case, literally), the right person will be there through the changes, to tell you that you’re always just right for them.

shitmygaywifesays

My strongwoman, the wind beneath my wings, the arms under my ass.   😍😍 😍

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shacklefunk

nothin represents the progress ive made in my relationship w my parents post coming out better than me trying to explain to my straight mother what EXACTLY makes sigourney weaver so hot in the car while she tries to check her mail and eat white castle burgers at the same time

shacklefunk

rowan-tarragon-and-sage

What _is_ it about S Weaver that makes her so hot tho? I’d love to hear your take cuz I can’t articulate it myself

ok so for the sake of this argument im gonna assume that most young lesbianisms were introduced to sigourney weaver the old fashioned way, by alien. the movie. so im gonna talk abt that era sigourney weaver/sigourney weaver in alien, with a few other notes probably

first of all, she’s the perfect storm. observe

the very first soft butch of my dreams. adorable, perfect. mop of unruly hair that looks…so soft. knavish good looks. beautiful dark brown eyes. her jawline? the gentleness? superb.

look at that smile. those dimples. thats a smile i could come home to. that smile is like warm pancakes covered in maple syrup first thing on a cold winter day. this is the graham crackers with peanut butter and hot tea your mom brings you when you’re sick. this is every human comfort, but the face of a lady

BUT ALSO

awesome badass. sweaty? holding a big fucking gun in one hand and a child in the other, forearm strength. also she gets in a big forklift robot, which is gay. protector of young girls against evil aliens. me? i am that girl. im being carried by sigourney weaver. in my dreams

furiosa WHO ???? this isnt soft butch territory any more. this is stone butch. this is butch w a capital B, for Baliens. i think this is the one where she was in space prison and i didnt like that one but this was a look. she looks like she could kill me with her powerful gaze. her muscle shirt and sweaty chest tell me that she means business, and if im not careful, that business will be me

weird sexual tension with the alien, which was also hot. it was a hot alien (dont think too hard about this one. please)

do i have to say anything or do we have this scene collectively imprinted on our memory forever? okay thanks

perhaps most importantly, sigourney weaver as ripley in aliens encapsulated both what we admired and what we desired in a woman. ripley was one of very few 3 dimensional female heroes anywhere in the sci-fi/horror genre at the time-for many of us, she was our first experience with a woman in our favorite kind of movie who had any agency or personality. she was everything that only male protagonists were allowed to be-sympathetic and badass, irreverent and powerful, flawed and…for once, pretty much completely unconcerned with the male gaze. do yall remember ripley givin a shit abt men? no? thats bc the movie was about her killing aliens. that mattered

she was allowed to sleep without a pushup bra and false eyelashes on. she was allowed to sweat and make ugly faces. she swore and wore high neck shirts so her tits werent always falling out because it was fucking practical. and she wasn’t punished for it-she saved the day (arguably) and we rooted for her bc we saw in her not only ourselves but the person we wished we could be-she was what any successful action hero is to their audience, and for the first time, she wasn’t some jacked dude in combat boots sweating his way to glory

for once, what we saw on screen was more like actual women than the fantasy women often presented for the male gaze,,,,and a lot of us liked it. she wasn’t just attractive bc of her bouncy hair and big brown eyes-she was attractive bc we wanted to BE her, we wanted to know her. and we all kinda felt like we already did-like we were her, like we knew her, like she could be real because she wasn’t some pumped up starlet with her titties out and her lips outing at the camera while the action happened behind her

so the reason why sigourney weaver is hot doesn’t actually have anything to do with her. she’s good looking, but in an unconventional way-and i wouldn’t say that she’s the hottest woman ive ever seen. what she meant for a lot of young women developmentally is what makes us fixate on her and remember her so fondly and be so invested in her now-she came to us at a time and from a place where she was needed. you know, like heroes do

also, she’s aged like fine wine. here are some pics to play me out

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grossrabbit

I know a guy who ended up becoming a professional chef because of the tim burton charlie and the chocolate factory movie and i guarantee none of you will be able to guess how

grossrabbit

ok so this movie came out like, 2005ish? And this kid was in his early teens, so 12-14 years old i guess. And he’s watching this movie and there’s the scene where the chewing gum kid, Violet something, is chewing the gum that tastes like a three course meal and the first two tastes are tomato soup and roast beef and that’s all well and good but then it gets to blueberry pie and OOP she’s all swollen up like a ten-foot tall human blueberry. And this kid, being the age he was, had just kinda started puberty and might’ve had a little crush on Violet to start with, so all the feelings and hormones got a lil mixed up while watching that scene and he ended up with a great big inflation kink. So this is a thing for a few more years, he’s cranking his hog to deviantart pictures of big ol balloon ladies and the kink develops (as they sometimes do) into one where he gets off from watching those videos where people eat a ton of food. But then from there he starts to become interested, not in the person eating the food, but the food itself. Pretty soon he’s watching cooking video tutorials and attempting to cook for his family and within a couple years he’s got good. Real good. So good, in fact, that he publishes a modest cookbook at age 17 and makes enough money off selling it to buy himself a car. By the time he’s graduated highschool he’s had scholarships and apprenticeship offers from no less that 5 separate cooking schools, three of which were international. He told me all this inbetween throwing up in a bathtub at a party we were both at. I hadn’t actually met him beforehand but id seen him around school a few times (he was a couple years older than me). Last I heard of him, he’s working as the head chef in some big boy restaurant back in my city and has at least one award for something. And that’s how some guy became a professional chef thanks to tim burtons charlie and the chocolate factory movie

dat-soldier

that’s how it is sometimes

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