slytherins dealing with house hate and discrimination and other students are still very prejudiced against them
slytherins trying to break their stereotypes of being dark wizards by spending long nights in the common room developing new defensive spells which they teach to the other houses
slytherins using their new spells on purist slytherins and encouraging them to stop spreading blood status shame
7th year slytherins slaving away trying to develop a shield spell strong enough to stop avada kedavera, finding ways to diminish the spell’s lethality, not entirelybut enough to stop it being a one hit kill
slytherins writing to ministry to approve their spells for use in magical law enforcement
slytherins becoming aurors (✿◠▽◠)
slytherins collaborating with the other houses and starting house equality clubs in order to work towards a more accepting school environment,
slytherins winning the house cup and receiving a round of applause because the whole school knows they deserve it (♥~▽~)
slytherins being treated like complex individuals rather than stereotyped bullies and dark wizards (✿◠‿◠)
When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
|—||"A Myth of Devotion," Louise Glück (via commovente)|
Are you okay? I know you were fond of her.
I was. This isn’t the right time for, you know, romance, but yeah… I was fond of her, yeah.
there are rights and wrongs and in-betweens
i like to describe myself as an ayyyyyysexual
not into sex, really into puns
CG: ARE YOU
a really old johnkat i don’t think i’ll ever properly finish
p.s. if you reblog that “being popular on tumblr is like sitting at the cool kids’ table in a psych ward” i’m going to unfollow you