A list of reasons I’m divorcing J.K. Rowling and no longer acknowledging anything Past Deathly Hallows
None of it makes sense or really adds anything to the story except ‘ooh! A twist!’
She took the The Boy Who Lived To Idolize His Parents, and made him into a terrible father, who told his son he wishes he wasn’t born.
Made lycanthropy an allegory for HIV/AIDS, AFTER Lupin was turned as a child, by an adult. Not only does this tick the box for pedophilia, but painting homosexuals as predatory by nature.
Delphi. Everything about her. Including that she exists.
During the actual series, wandless magic was incredibly difficult to do, and only harnessed by very dedicated, powerful witches and wizards. Then, when writing about it in reference to Native American witches and wizards, suddenly, they needed Europeans to come along and teach them how to use wands.
Dumbledore being gay, whilst having none of his romantic relationships touched on in the series, even when his adolescence is delved into.
Taking from other cultures (Indian and Native American, for example) to add things to the series, with no credit due to those cultures, and no mention of even a character from those cultures.
Nagini somehow being a human originally, when it was previously never even alluded to, despite J.K. apparently ‘sitting on this for the last 20 years’.
Nagini, the literal PET of a white supremacist, was a woman of color.
Outside of the series, JK Rowling is a known TERF.
None of these things she attempts to shoehorn in feel even remotely natural to the story, and it’s painfully fucking obvious they’re last-minute ‘gotcha!’ twists ripped off ff.net or ao3. She’s destroying the series by trying to keep it relevant, when it could maintain relevancy all on it’s own by being passed down through families and the fandom all on it’s own.
if i was a shapeshifter, half of my time would be spent making myself look androgynous and trimming up the things about my shape I’m not happy with, and half of my time would be spent making my teeth look just a little bit sharper than is normal, changing my eye-color subtly between slightly unsettling shades, and giving myself an intricate “tattoo” that just barely moves every couple of hours, until it’s in a whole new shape next time you look at me.
I’ve probably blubbered for 2 hours straight but nothing prepared me for the hysterical tears that came when I heard the opening notes of History Maker. And everyone coming together and singing it just ties it together. God, I miss this show so much.
We’ve just seen Intoxicated, A Tales of a Sleeping Prince and now Still Alive and seeing all these non-Japanese singers reminds me how big and international of a project yoi is and it makes me really happy.
remember the sims 2 ds game which was nothing like any recognizable sims game and involved your character owning a hotel in the middle of a desert and occasionally giving fruit to a mummy so your power didn’t get shut off
I had this game and after like 2 months of playing, the mayor character in my game just completely disappeared, and I could still see his stats or whatever and his mood was always “in the mood”. He was trapped in a dimension of horniness.
anyone who argues that one sided pining is better than mutual pining is a FOOL. i want fics that all or nothing babey they’re both stupid and in love and unable to see that the other is just as smitten as them. that’s where the good stuff is.
im also here for all their friends wringing their hands just watching the two of them so obliviously in love and pining over each other
Plume de Lynx 