Quotes : Jonathan Safran Foer // Albert Camus // Donna Tartt // Donna Tartt // Friedrich Nietzsche //

Sakutarō Hagiwara, from Face at the Bottom of the World and Other Poems; "Death of a frog"

A self-portrait 🥀

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"They call you a madman, well so much the worse...

You know that you're crazy, you know that you're cursed."

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Aberforth Dumbledore RP blog. Penned by Misto. 21+. Selective. Anti-JKR.

The old library, Trinity College, Dublin, Ireland.

Konstantin Batyushkov, from “Bacchante”

Text ID: Everything entices me to fury / Pours fire and poison into my heart

“Remus ate a cupcake filled with a swelling potion, and I hope you better have nothing to do with it.” / Lily to Severus

Straightening from the hunched position over the elderly manuscript, his attempt to greet her arrival quickly seemed to be out of place.

“ Out of all people, I am the first person you run to with accusations? I'm disappointed, ” he gathered a quick response, lacking a passage for emotions to leak.

The only woman he considered not a friend for convenience always knew where to find him. They grew more distant, in friendly terms but it changed nothing over a fact that Lily's obligatory visit was in order to spot if Severus can make cruelty alright with twisted logic.

She was here to discover if he was involved. A conclusion: so, it didn't go as planned. For once, when he was close to feeling triumphal, something had to mess up. Maybe, she should ask someone who mastered this trait before him? If Evans wanted to know, he was targeting the self-centered toerag, or at least would be fine with taking down his lap-dog, Black. A patient minimalist goes with what he gets, Lupin wasn't a satisfactory target ... but never mind, never mind ... not like he's limited by attempts and restrained by anyone anymore. A shame he did not decide for this awakening much earlier. And not like Severus was going to tell her a thing aloud. Successfully striking any of the infamous quartetto equaled the goal of Quidditch rings, but only one was broad enough and the most desirable.

How difficult it was for loth digits to cooperate in a primitive task like bookmarking the page without asking: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞? Dark abyssal hues switched from paragraphs in a quick lift, accompanied by the profound slam of thick leather cover. Eyebrows creased, and face tensed. She waited, judged. The bitterness rose like venom in his mouth, once the Marauders will be gone, he'll have no reason to swallow it anymore. The next time he speaks, it's with well-masked disgruntlement instead of contentment.

A deep, slow inhale was required for transmission of indifferent retroaction, “ You know if it was me, I would come up with a better plan, without getting caught so lousily. I don't find any of them relevant enough to pretend and pity someone's prank on them, nor any of them to be the cause of conflict between us. If you didn't notice ... I'm working my best to forget their existence. If anything Swelling potion is not a big deal with antidote; he'll be fine. ”

"When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

goeticapothicaire​: ᅠOf course, James wasn't so naive to expect any kind of gratitude coming his way, no. He just - mayhaps used such defiant jest as an obscure reminder via hidden talent; how to make people feel miserable. By now, Severus must have felt extremely uncomfortable by the radius of their closeness, separated merely by a few inches. The glower dawning on his visage never ceased to reflect the possibility of lethal danger, threatening to awaken and cause further calamity. The fact that Potter did not hex him at the first sight was considered progress, even a blessing from Merlin himself!

It's one thing when you dislike someone and don't get along with them, but it's a whole different story when you wish for their death. 

James' protective primal instinct kicked in first, he did what he considered was the right thing to do. Although he disliked to admit it — he did not wish Snape to die.

But that day, something happened, the Dungeon Bat he was familiar with awakened his inner insurgency and got — bolder … Yeah, that was the word. With graduation knocking on their doors, all of them grew and matured. It was weird to say but another part of James felt thrilled about this change in attitude. Maybe, it was a good choice that he didn't tell anyone about his intention to abduct Slytherin on his way to the training, especially, Sirius. Imagine how drastic things would get if Padfoot heard Snape's upcoming words. Minimally - he would beat him into oblivion, if not kill him. Linking his sudden spark of nerve to the worst scenario possible ... an attempt to blackmail the Marauders.

  ᅠIt was hard to believe, but even someone like bloody-James-Potter had some moral principles, and picking on someone physically weak and too wounded felt tasteless. Perhaps, James really matured? Or it was much more entertaining for him to face enemies in good shape, with chances equally set. The pained grimace the potion fanatic pulled proved enough, that the flesh where Potter automatically poked wasn’t restored. He decided to wait until his recovery. It obviously suited everyone's interests for Snape to heal, leaving no further evidence for Remus to get expelled; his silence was crucial. Hell, he was even willing enough to supply him with illegal healing drugs just to speed up the process at this point. For the people he cared about, James was capable to commit the impossible. ᅠ 'I am utterly terrified'. A slap of mock right into his face. By the way the sarcastic comment slithered its way out of Snape's mouth, he could almost feel the protruding venom against his skin, that much he hated his tormentor. Pretty familiar with pulse-pounding in his temple, lips thinned and curved lopsidedly. Mocha brows furrowing underneath the curly, raven bangs. There was a particular spell hanging on his tongue ... A tensed minute of silence. ᅠ Regardless of that, Gryffindor sadist had no intentions to cause further damage to the area which was supposed to be in the process of healing, but if it wasn't for Snivellus' comment ... provoking further what he maintained to keep from surfacing, he would rightfully pour more salt on the open wound. ᅠNot like he was wrong with his assumptions. ᅠ “ Oh, wow. You're even thinking about me, paying you more attention than I already do? Dream on, ~ ” his cranium shook in amused disbelief, biting right back with a wicked comment, before flashing to notable seriousness. Internally, laughing at Snape's vain attempts to maintain distance between them, like a scaredy cat from a fire-breathing Boggart. ᅠ“ Believe what you want. This intelligently-malicious-idea, as you call it, is something that would unlikely cross YOUR mind, considering the spineless groupies you like to associate yourself with. You may view me as a cold troll but in fact, my heart is quite big and generous enough to give you a lengthy start-up to get your sh*t back together. ” ᅠ Snape’s stubbornness in the form of sudden insurgency earned him a quick, tempestuous, eye roll. Like if James wasn’t close enough to flare up. ᅠ “ I don't care how hard you hit that slimy head of yours back then! But if you're feeling suicidal enough to go for the thrill that is solely your thing, my task here was to give you a final warning. Understand? Oh, no no, you're very wrong about that, as long as you engage in something that involves me, and my friends -- obviously, it becomes my business. ” The sudden clutch upon his wrist caught Potter off guard despite sharpened senses and drew a silent hiss from the Headboy. It wasn't enough to move someone with an athletic build like he himself was, BUT a desired result happened -- the chest jab ceased, nevertheless. A power-play of muscles stuck mid-air, with no withdrawal or further progress. Who could have guessed there was strength hiding in those skinny arms. ᅠ“ Now, that's the spirit! But you better save it for the next time, ” he acknowledged, wired in unrestrained mirth of a chuckle. Purposely leaving demand about Marauders to stay away unanswered. It caused yet another stir of discomfort, but the wrist was yanked from the snake's grasp soon afterward with a swat of his other hand. ᅠHe openly carried on dialogue without haste or a solid fraction of guilt, “ Keep them out of your mouth kindly, would you? It's me you're dealing with. First, you're in no position to argue, try to smart-mouth me again when you stop wincing like a Princess from a poke.~ And then, only then ... we'll have some serious talking. You have two weeks, Snape. /Two weeks/. ” -- To recover. ᅠWith yet, another warning the Marauder turned on his heel in order to hurry back to the Quidditch training. He was already late, thanks to certain someone. Potter left much damage on his soul and body, but the words he uttered that day reached a whole new level of torment and could likely haunt the Half-Blood Prince for time being. The resonance of a few words lingered in-depth with those gravel velvets of levity. ᅠ“ And remember, ” once more, he glanced at Snape over his shoulder, “ your life belongs to me now. ”