Imagine an eleven year old Harry Potter, fresh from the greenhouses and his first Herbology class, secretly covered in snakes under his robes. They’re just so nice, it can’t hurt to carry them around and keep them warm. They know their way around the school better than him, anyways.
Enter Professor Snape, starting his first class of Griffindor first year Potions.
“Cloaks and robes off, you will be utilizing open flames; loose, draping fabric will catch fire and send you to the hospital wing.”
Harry and a few other students keeps theirs on, trying to blend into the walls. It does not work.
“ROBES AND CLOAKS OFF. Quickly. You are wasting valuable class time.”
Harry removes his, very reluctantly. His arms and legs wriggle with garden snakes.
“Mr. Potter, what the fuck.”
“They’re my friends, professor.”
Snape walks up to Harry, helping get some of these creatures off of him.
“Why are you crawling with snakes, Mr. Potter?”
“They’re so nice, Professor Snape. Plus they told me the fastest way to your class.”
“You speak to snakes?”
“Always have, yeah.”
Snape realizes he is in no way paid enough to deal with this.
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me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off
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People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
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"who radicalized you" ever since i was a child i wanted other people to be treated nicely and fairly because i didnt understand why theyd deserve otherwise and it fills me with disgust seeing how people treat their fellow human beings sometimes
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Shady etho coming back in mail form this season, scar being his first victim
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Deleted scene of Chris helping Leon get his shit together
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power nap in the safe room
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Variations on the theme of Leon Kennedy💖
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autism be damned my girl can operate a wrecking ball
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