I JUST READ YOUR YAP POST AND I THINK I FELL IN LOVE!

I JUST READ YOUR YAP POST AND I THINK I FELL IN LOVE!

RAMBLE, PLEASE! It makes my day when people add, comment, agree or even disagree and add their own things to what I post!!!!

Not one of my normal posts, but:

Who do you think would go hunting for the Company during their travel to Erebor?

Would it be Dwalin?

Bifur?

Would Kili and Fili go out to hunt for the food?

Or would it be Thorins purpose also, to provide for his companions as the leader of the adventure.

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I’ve thought overnight about it, and:

I’ve got a lineup (from most often to least often)!!!

1. Gloin (we all know this man makes everything a completion, his game is the best, his wife is the best, his hair is the nicest copper color, his son is the best, we could go on and on) he prides himself on the kill he makes for the company.

2. Bifur I cannot use words to describe how vicious yet clean this dwarrow is with his kills. When Bifur kills an animal, it is left so perfectly, it looks like it’s alive, perfect for cooking and using every bit of the body they need

3. Suprisingly is Dwalin! We know our warrior is a bit rough around the edges all over, but he cares for his fellow kin in a subtle way, such as making sure they eat so they can “Put that food to good use and use your brain for once!”

4. Fili and Kili (cuz they a duo) Kili normally does the killing of Deer and such with his arrow, while Fili will take down physically with a dagger, Fili normally goes for the neck right away, Kili goes for the lungs of what he shoots at when hunting

Chaos Club

*Y/N is holding a camera, hiding behind a tree with Regulus to make sure Lucius isn’t naughty on his first date with Narcissa.*

Lucius: My hands are cold. 
Narcissa: Here, let me hold them. 
Lucius: My lips are cold too. 
Narcissa: *covers Lucius's mouth with her hand

Eeek! SO EXCITED TO PARTICIPATE THIS YEAR TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY!!!

snapetober 2024!

Hi everyone! I don't know if anyone had plans to make a Snapetober this year, but I've literally been looking forward to this since the last one ended (I'm a sucker for a themed daily challenge), so... given that I enjoyed @momo-t-daye's unofficial Snapetober so much in 2023, I decided to put together a list of prompts for this year!

Based on the rules of Snapetobers of yesteryear – feel free to participate in any way you want, however much you want. That means art, fics, moodboards, metas, headcanons, playlists, etc., any type of thing is welcome as long as you created it and it is Snape-related. There's also no pressure to participate for all prompts – you're welcome to jump in any time, complete any number of prompts in any time frame, combine prompts, go out of order, whatever you can and/or want to do. Really, the whole point of this is just to provide some inspiration (and mild structure) for creators in the Snapedom and to see and share everyone's beautiful work.

Now onto the list! I went a little conceptual with these prompts – I tried to pick things that could be interpreted in a variety of ways. There is also some more literal autumn-related stuff in there, too, so hopefully it's a good balance. Happy creating!

Warmth

Garden

Haunt

Torn

Pillow

Roots

Flame

Cozy

Morning

Dream

Buried

Victory

Journey

Trick

Treat

Tangle

Mirror

Hush

Discovery

Fantasy

Play

Youth

Watched

Shadow

Doorway

Balance

Master

Time

Rotten

Midnight

Spooky

The Hidden Tragedy of Snape's Sacrifice is He Died at 20, Not 38

Where does the idea of selfish Severus Snape and his possessive love come from? Do people really believe that Snape died in the Shrieking Shack at 38, at the hands of Voldemort? Do they honestly think that, until he was 38, he lived a normal, happy life, full of hope and dreams, right up until that last minute when everything was suddenly ripped away from him?

Snape didn’t just die in that moment. His life ended 18 years earlier, when he was 20 years old, standing on a hill in front of Dumbledore. That’s when he gave up everything—his freedom, his future, and his life—in exchange for the safety of the Potter family: James, Lily, and Harry.

From that moment on, Snape no longer lived for himself. He had no control over his own fate; his life had been bargained away to protect others. Every step he took after that was part of a long, ongoing sacrifice.

People say they don’t like Snape because he didn’t make up for his mistakes the way he should have, that his redemption arc wasn’t complete. Excuse me? I’m not sure what more a person can give than their life. What’s more precious than their time and youth? What’s more important than their freedom? Snape sacrificed all of that—what else did he even have left to give?

He was barely out of his teenage years when he chose to give up everything—his youth, his dreams, his ambitions, even his loyalty—for people who didn’t care about him. Yet, Snape stayed on that path with unwavering courage for the next 18 years, never backing down.

In truth, Severus Snape was a boy who lost his life at 20. The only thing is, they didn’t bury him until he was 38.

Chaos Club

Barty: Where is my bloody fucking wand?

Lucius: Crouch, *Lucius waves his hands in the direction of Narcissa whom is on the couch of the common room* Cissa is around, can you say it a little nicer?

Barty: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my BLOODY FUCKING WAND?!

Y/N: lol *totally didn’t hide the wand*

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day One, Warmth

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: shaving…?

Prompt List: @superfallingstars

“______”

His voice was tired, and even deeper than normal as he called to me from our bedroom.

I don’t think Severus realized how dramatic he was being. It was the first day of fall and he was acting like our chambers had been spelled to be as freezing as the North Pole.

“____.”

He called my name again, and I sighed softly, gently placing down the razor on the side of the tub, looking down at my half shaven leg. I inspected it for any mistakes.

“In the bathroom.”

I spoke, before sudsing up my leg more and grasping the razor again, feeling the bumps in the handle design before going to run it up my leg once again.

I heard soft footsteps, and looked to the bathroom door to see Severus standing there in his sleepwear, looking down at me with tired eyes.

I smiled softly at him, holding the razor up for him to see.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

I replied, smiling at the man before turning my attention to my legs. I ran the razor up my leg once again.

I heard a sound from Severus, a grunt to be exact. I glanced towards the doorway at the corner of my eye. What I saw provoked a soft chuckle to escape my lips.

He was sliding down the side of the sink, and eventually his bottom made contact with the tiled floor of the bathroom, he glanced at me and shuffled his legs to his chest.

“Having fun?”

I asked him, concealing a grin as he glared at me.

“It is freezing in these bloody chambers.”

Severus spoke in response, running his hand on the white carpet on the floor.

“Good to know someone’s having fun.”

I replied with a giggle, making the man glare at me again, but his eyes sparkled with humor.

Eventually, I finished, and Severus handed me a towel as I stepped out of the bath. I thanked him as I wrapped it around my body.

“I do think you’re being a bit dramatic, Verus. It’s not that cold.”

I said with a cheeky smile. He narrowed his eyes at me, furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled his sleeves down his arms a bit further.

“I am not dramatic.”

He retorted, then standing up from his spot on the floor.

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his face in the crook of my neck as his arms encased me.

“You feel warm.”

He muttered against my skin, his cold hand going to grasp my arm as he hugged me.

“And you are cold.”

I spoke, as he smirked and put his hand on the nape of my neck. I immediately squirmed out of his grasp, to move away from the freezing hand.

“Not funny.”

I said with a glare. He smirked and kissed me. I gently moved my hand to the side of his face as I reciprocated the kiss.

Severus moved his hand to card through my hair, gently feeling the slightly wet strands as he kissed me.

We parted our lips for a breath. I watched his lips curve into a smile that he seemed to reserve only for me.

He pecked my forehead and and walked out of the bathroom, most likely making his way to bed.

I stared into the bathroom mirror with a smile as I gently touched my lips.

Even though he was cold, his lips were still my favorite source of warmth.