Okay But Why Can't We Babygirlify Umbridge If We Can Do It With All The Des... Like.. Why Cant She Be

Wait I really cannot remember who was this man WHO IS HEEE

I havent seen many people around talk about Aelius Montgomery so i thought id make a post about some canon info we know about him!!

He was a male slytherin character who went to hogwarts around a similar time to the marauders!

First of all we know he was born somewhere in december 1960 (people generally believe he was born on the 23rd) which makes him the year below the marauders!!

He was a cousin to lucius malfoy

He was a death eater!! He seemed to be less trusted within the DEs (i thought maybe he'd had history with an order member?? Lmk your thoughts) but he did have the dark mark

He had blonde hair (i think it was long i cant fully remember) which was on brand with him being related to the malfoys haha

Generally he hung out with the death eaters but he was kind of like,, a peter sort of role (sidekick)

So yeah if you didnt know that stuff then here you go!!

can this go popular? please I'm begging on my knees I'm already invested I-

Hard launching my new marauders ship I pulled out of the darkest pit of my mind whilst bored in a lecture

@vulcajes credit for coming up the new and improvised ship name 🌸🐍

You're actually right about this one. Though I'm still skeptical about some events, it is explicitly stated in canon that he was indeed pleased to volunteer kreacher for the horcrux protection testing situation. And yes, harry being a unreliable narrative messes up the whole plotline. And kreacher had nothing to lie about either. Also, sorry about the thing I said about Regulus volunteering, he was literally raised to believe that purebloods were superior and muggles were inferior and needed to be eradicated, he joined the dark lord to help him achieve not only his goals but also to honor his house name, Black. As his unwavering loyalty was mentioned many times.

I do think that Sirius had no reason to be biased. Sirius literally fought tooth and nail just for his family to treat muggles right, he did not rebel just to piss off his parents, he literally ran away from his family that's so wildly popular for being extreme with their ideals. He always fought for what is right, no wonder he broke his family's tradition by being placed in Gryffindor. Because he had always been brave, full of courage and his loyalty toward eradicating the pureblood ideals truly makes up a lot for his rebellious personality. Canon Sirius would never lie about something that actually fueled his desires to oppose everything his family ever tried indoctrinate to make him believe. And he served in Azkaban for 12 fucking years because of that and he still chose to help harry just because he was so loyal to his dead friend who helped him during his most lowest point of life.

We cannot cherry pick some events from canon to fit our objective desires for redeeming somebody who clearly had done more wrong than right but was late to realize, just to mess up the whole point of Sirius becoming a rebel and why harry stood against Voldemort in the first place.

ngl, if you believe that Regulus's true beliefs are unknown as the only piece of canon information we have on that front is from Sirius, which could be biased because of the animosity between them...I don't think you can say Regulus took revenge on Voldemort for Kreacher because we learn that from Kreacher himself, an elf that literally worships him. So for all we know, Regulus could've been a blood supremacist/voldy fan, could've been not, could've loved his elf, or could've seen them as inferior beings and only betrayed Voldemort simply because he knew Voldemort needed to be stopped.

...im not saying anything, im on the side that he loves his elf, but I was arguing with someone about Regulus as a character and they told me what's mentioned above. That Sirius's dialogues on him aren't reliable for that reason and that Regulus defected when his elf got hurt.

So it's just...idk man.

Why is the Marauders fandom allergic to happiness??!!

I was just made aware of the hc that lily was pregnant when she died...

brb I'm going to JUMP OFF A BRIDGE

No because I was planning to watch Supernaturals and then I just found out that apparently people ACTUALLY shipped Sam and Dean??!!

Like, what the fuck is wrong with you? I know that y'all's only excuse will be "this is just fiction," "Get over it, it's not that deep I'm a pro shipper," or even worse, "It's not hurting anybody" oh my god you guys are so sick what the fuck. What in the world....people actually liking to ship two brothers truly surprised and horrified me beyond my comprehension. Please GET HELP IMMEDIETLY.

I took a look at the #wincest tag and literally what the fuck...???

Idk how ANYONE dares say its real? Like bro wtf?

Why are you admitting to liking incest?

Why are you proud to ship two brothers together?

Especially after that one episode where they called dean/sam shippers out when they found out about the spn books

I saw a comment say they just choose to ignore the destiel moments after s3 and the 'wincest chemistry' is still there.

Im literally sick to my stomach i didnt know people were fr about this shit

I filtered the tag and will spend the rest of my life ignoring it for my own mental health

Bidrohi- Rebellion, written by Late Kazi Nazrul Islam, our national poet of Bangladesh.

The students of Bangladesh are dedicating this to the brave martyr "Shaheed Abu Sayed," killed from the gunshot of a police officer in Bangladesh at the mass quota reform student protest.

Bravo you cry,

Say hold your head high

Before my head, bows peaks of Himalayas

"Bravo" are your cries.

Your cries hails piercing skies and universes

Travels beyond moons and suns and galaxies

Piercing the earths and the heavens

Challenging the seat "throne" of the Almighty.

It raises in eternal wonder among World's destinies

On my forehead glows the angry God's emblem of victories.

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am who holds head high.

I am eternally wild, arrogant, and barbarian.

I am the dancer of the great cataclysm, I am cyclone, I am destruction.

I am the great fear, I am curse of the universe.

I am unsparing.

I destroy everything

I am chaotic, unchained.

I defy all rules, all laws and chains.

I do not follow any rule,

I sink a filled boat, I am torpedo, I am profane, I am wafting mine.

I am a God with untidy hairdo, or Goddess with untied hairs,

a sudden tempest of early summers.

I am rebel, I am rebel son of this world & universe

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am who holds head high.

I am rainstorm, I am hurricane,

I destroy everything that comes in my way.

I am dance crazy beat.

I dance at my will, I am life's free upbeat.

I am the night tune, I am dark dramatist, I am mystic strain

I am poignant agitation, caper and dance,

I surprise as I walk down the way

I prance as I sway

I am excited night melody.

I do whatever my heart desires

Wrestle with death, embrace enemies.

I am epidemic, I am fear of the land

I am tyrant ruler, for slaughter I am ever restless.

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am who holds head high.

I am indomitably naughty forever,

I am irrepressible, my cup of life is always and eternally full with liquor.

I am the pyres of sacrificial rites, I am devout meditator, I devour fire.

I am sacrificial fire, I am the priest father, I am the ultimate fire.

I am the creation, I am destruction, I am habituation, I am crematorium.

I am the conclusion, I am the darkest salvation.

I am son of queen of goddesses, moon in my hand & sun on my forehead.

On my one hand is tender flute of cane and on the other a war trumpet.

I am the one with blue throat, relieve pains of lover by drinking virulent.

I am the one with untidy knotted hairlocks, I hold unchained streams of Ganges.

"Bravo" are your cries.

I am the one who holds head high.

I am ascetic, the musician.

I am prince, my royal robe is pale saffron.

I am Bedouin, I am Chenghiz.

I worship none other but me.

I am thunder, I am the great universal sound of northeast.

I am the ornament of the burning Islamic angel, the mighty blast.

I am the musical instrument of the destroyer, the staff of the upholder of the truth.

I am the eternal circlet and the primary musical instrument-the great conch,

I am the primeval cry of the gong.

I am an eccentric ascetic and a disciple of a great saint.

I am the conflagration, shall burn the entire planet.

I am the ecstatic laughter of delight,- I am a terror-believer of iconoclasm.

I am the great gobbler of the twelve suns during the great cataclysm.

I am sometimes calm, sometimes wild, terribly disorderly.

I am the glowing blood of the youth, humble pride of the destiny.

I am violet gust of a storm, I am delightful wave of ocean

I am brilliance, I am radiant elegance.

I am sound of surging waters, sways of rolling waves!

I am unbridled hairs of a maiden whose big eyes flash with fires.

I am uncontrolled romance of a maid of sixteen, blessed as in paradise.

I am unquiet mind of a sad maid,

I am in breasts of a widow as her sobs and sighs.

I am the swindled pain of the gypsies, eternal homeless traveler.

I am the extreme pain of the humiliated, the burning sensation of poison,

the anguish of the dejected lover.

I am the vanity of the eternally distressed soul's grief, deeply entrenched pain.

Sudden-kiss-hidden-shivers, I am the trembling- quivering frail first touch of a woman.

I am the sudden glance of secret lover who by deception meets for moments.

I am the love of a lively girl, the jingles of her bangles.

I am the eternal child, youth forever

I am village maid afraid of adolescence, the scratch of veil on shoulder.

I am northern blizzard, fading fire, saddened eastern breeze.

I am the strains of a traveler poet, his cane flute's wheeze.

I am an eager thirst of summer, I am the scorching midday Sun.

I am cascading desert stream, I am soothing shadowy tone.

I rush in euphoric joys, its insane, I am insane

I suddenly discovered myself, unchained are my chains.

I am the rise, I am the fall, I am the alertness of unconscious mentality.

I am the sign on the gate of the world, the triumphant flag of humanity.

I rush forward clapping alike the storm traversing the heaven and this territory.

I ride the mighty energetic drunk flying horse of the Hindu & Islamic mythology.

I am a volcano on the bosom of the earth, the wild fire, the divine conflagration.

I am a burning rock in the hell-its wail-call-clamorous agitation.

I fly with speed of lightning, leaping in exultation.

I suddenly generate terror in seven worlds, initiate earthquake and undulation.

I clasp the head of mythological cobra of Hindus.

I clasp the blazing wings of the Christian consul.

I am the son of God, I am restless.

I am lewd, I tear with my teeth the bosom veil of mother earth.

I am the flute of the ancient Greek charmer

I calm the turbulent oceans.

I kiss sleep to entire world and draw them in slumber.

In strains of flute I endear

I am the cane flute of the Hindu universal lover.

When I become angry, I traverse beyond galaxies.

Defeating hell of Hindus and trampling the quivering infernos of Muslims.

I am the emissary of rebellions, bring message of revolt to earth from skies.

I am floods-torrential.

I sometimes enrich earth sometime wreck devastation.

I shall snatch from the God's bust the epitomes of wealth and erudition.

I am injustice, I am shooting star, I am evil luck.

I am blazing comet, poisonous deadly snake head.

I am the headless goddess, I am bring destruction and war .

I sit in inferno of hell and smile like an innocent flower.

I am soft as clay, I am conscious,

I am ageless, immortal, eternal, I am ceaseless.

I am terror of humans, demons & gods,

I am, in this world, eternally unconquerable.

I am God of gods, the eternal truth

I dance and trample the heaven, hell and earth.

I am insane, I am insane.

I discovered myself, unchained my chains.

I am the cruel axe of the fundamental man.

I shall bring peace by relieving this world of war thirsty clans.

I am the plough of the avatar of cultivation.

I uproot the sub-ordination from this world with ease in joys of new constitution.

I am the great rebel now weary of crusades

I shall rest only on that day,

When the wails of the oppressed will not echo in skies and airs.

When the battlefields do not echo the jingles of warring sabres.

The great rebel now weary of crusades

I shall rest only on that day!

I am rebellion saint who edges footprints on chest of the God who is sleepy.

I tear away the chest of the whimsical Almighty.

I am the eternal brave rebel.

I raise above all, my head forever high, all alone.

The translation may not be great, but it is an amazing poem which raged fire within the British Government settlers in India.

"Bidrohi" is a popular revolutionary Bengali poem and the most famous poem written by Kazi Nazrul Islam in December 1921. Originally published in several periodicals, the poem was first collected in October 1922 in a volume titled Agnibeena: the first anthology of Nazrul's poems.

Tom, Harry, & Abraxas in UDLTTOM be like:

I have nothing to say except I’m not sorry 😔🙌

I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT MAMA AMBESSA AND HER TWINK BOYTOY OMG KITTYWATER FIT THIS TROUP SO WELLLL

"Kittywater/blumbridge is gross, the age gap—!"

the age gap makes it hotter u fools !!

Rose and Jack as in Lily and James ??!! STOP OMG THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL WHA-

his name starts w a j & her name is a type of flower n u already know which one it is (bonus points if she has red hair)

or alt: the au where only one of them dies (harry was conceived in the car✊😔)