Soy una persona autista. Normalmente me pongo los cascos incluso cuando estoy con amigos o familiares. Eso me provoca un sentimiento de culpa al pensar si estoy siendo contradictoria: “¿Estoy haciendo esto porque me siento incómoda con mi familia?” La realidad es que no. Mi familia es de las pocas personas con las que me siento a gusto, segura. Con ellos, todos mis fantasmas pasados, todas mis heridas, sienten lo que es el alivio, lo que es el bienestar, lo que es estar tranquila. Ahí sé que no todo es hostil, y que, por lo tanto, no es necesario estar en alerta.
Ahí es cuando pienso que quizás no es una contradicción, que más bien es un acto de supervivencia. Como un puente que une dos necesidades que, a veces, no saben funcionar juntas. Una necesita protegerse, quiere estar a salvo y a gusto, y aunque se encuentre en un lugar seguro, solo sabe actuar de la única manera que ha aprendido: aislándose, permaneciendo en la intimidad, en las sombras. La otra necesita amor, no quiere estar sola y disfruta de la compañía.
La música se vuelve un ritual, un intento de calmar un momento abrumador, una forma de abrir una puerta entreabierta. A veces solo llego a asomarme; no quiero abrirla del todo por el miedo que siento. Algo me susurra y me aconseja. Ese algo me dice que aún no es seguro abrirla por completo. Es una voz que probablemente parte del miedo, una advertencia disfrazada.
Es una lucha constante entre mi necesidad de estar conmigo misma, de intimidad, y mi necesidad de conectar.
Soy tan sensible que, a veces, interactuar con otros se me hace demasiado. Interactuar se vuelve una lucha por ser vista, por pertenecer a los lugares en los que mi cuerpo está, pero no los siento como propios. Es una lucha de identidades, de querer ser vista por alguien verdaderamente, ya ni siquiera sé por quién. Lo busco desesperadamente: puede ser un familiar, un amigo, o quizás solo quiero ser vista por mí misma.
Solo quiero ser vista, y no a través de fragmentos de otras personas. No quiero que mi identidad se forme a partir de cada señal de rechazo que recibo, a veces disfrazadas de comentarios inofensivos, otras veces simples miradas, y en las peores ocasiones, señales claras de que no quieren que forme parte de ese lugar. También está la ansiedad de no saber qué hacer con eso. ¿Qué puedo hacer? Lucho, ¿pero para qué lucho? ¿Qué busco exactamente?
En esos momentos me siento como el monstruo de Frankenstein. Ese monstruo que ni siquiera tiene nombre y que, como un niño pequeño, camina torpemente a la deriva. Una criatura hecha de partes ajenas, incompleta, tan extrañas que hasta a mí misma me cuesta comprenderlas.
Cada rechazo dibuja una nueva identidad. Una identidad creada sin consentimiento, armada con pedazos de otros, que ni siquiera son propios. Una identidad formada por comentarios que resuenan como ecos, por prejuicios que desfiguran partes de mi identidad, por palabras degradantes que hacen daño a mi autoestima. Que se acumulan en capas para construir una narrativa condenada desde el inicio a vagar en busca de pertenencia, amor, comprensión, como si ese fuera su único destino, ser incomprendida desde el principio.
El deseo de buscar una identidad propia se hace presente y no se detendrá hasta que lo consiga
you cant go back
“Peter Pettigrew awoke one morning from uneasy dreams to find himself transformed in his bed into a little rat.”
Sirius and Peter make me believe in karma. The dog and the rat suit them so well. I still don’t understand the connection between James and a stag, but Peter as a rat? Absolutely and the dog fits Sirius perfectly too.
I may not be Hindu, but sometimes it’s hard not to believe that a fly could be the reincarnation of an annoying person who wasted their life nervously wandering around. After flying so many times, maybe its few neurons align with the life of a fly. And doesn’t that remind you of Peter?
I don’t hate him , I actually find him an interesting character , but honestly, the way his Animagus form reflects his personality deserves an essay.
ABSOLUTELY YES that's exactly how I see her. I imagine her too as the actress who plays Pearl, they have a great alike. Some people compare them, It's probably the vibe, they both have a similar vibe.
Shelley Duvall is how I always imagined Eileen Snape would look.
What do you think father voldemort said to him? and was there a conversation? voldemort even talked to harry about his father.
It's pretty messed up to think that Rowling used such sensitive issues as sexual abuse (in Merope's case towards Tom), orphanhood, or domestic violence (in Snape's case) to define the personalities of characters who are either outright villains or morally questionable. In a way, it feels like she's blaming children and teenagers for not being able to move past their trauma, even though these kids had no psychological support, no healthy role models, no real help of any kind. She's essentially saying that if your family is a mess and you turn out wrong, it's your fault. And the worst part is that a big part of the fandom supports this idea.
It’s a very neoliberal perspective, based entirely on individualism and survival of the fittest. There’s no sense of the importance of community, care, or collective support. I think this is also very Anglo-culture: the idea that, well, some people go through hell and don’t become bad, so if you do, it’s on you. That view is incredibly individualistic, deeply capitalist, rooted in the "self-made millionaire" myth and the "if you're poor, it's because you want to be" mentality.
In other cultures, this way of thinking would be unthinkable—or at least not so normalized—because it's understood that the only path to survival is collective survival. There are relational dynamics with deep collective roots. You see it in Mediterranean culture, in Latin American culture, cultures where it's understood that only the people can save the people, and no one can save themselves alone.
Rowling doesn’t get this. That’s why she builds narratives around the lone hero who must face the villain by himself, the chosen one, all those tropes that end up individualizing the protagonist instead of fostering collective effort. And I also believe that this same mentality is why many of her haters don’t realize they fall into the same patterns of thought as she does, when they blame society’s victims for their own fates, instead of understanding that all of it could have been prevented with a good support system to catch them when they fell.
I don’t really see Severus Snape as morally grey. I think a lot of people call him that because he can be mean and unpleasant, and they don’t like him, so they assume that must mean his morality is questionable too. But to me, he’s not morally grey—he’s just a polarizing character. People either really connect with him or really can’t stand him, and that makes it feel like he’s complicated in a moral sense, when he’s actually pretty straightforward.
It’s totally fair not to like him. He’s can be cruel, he’s mean and unfair to the students, he holds grudges, and he’s generally just not a nice person. But I don’t think that automatically makes someone morally ambiguous. Those are personality flaws and trauma responses, not moral decisions. When you look at what he actually does—he spends years risking his life as a double agent, protecting Harry, helping Dumbledore’s plan succeed, and ultimately dies for it—it’s really clear what side he’s on.
And yeah, he was a Death Eater at one point. That was absolutely a moral failing. But it was a relatively short part of his life, and he changed. He made a conscious decision to switch sides, and everything we see afterward is him trying to make up for the harm he helped cause. Growth doesn’t make someone morally grey—it shows that they made bad choices, learned from them, and did something about it.
I get why people find him confusing. He’s written as a red herring through most of the series; we’re supposed to doubt him. But that doesn’t mean his morality is actually unclear. Once you see the whole picture, it’s pretty obvious where he stood.
snape is introduced at a young age wearing a “women’s blouse”, which petunia uses to mock him
snape, when appearing to neville as a boggart, wears neville’s grandmother’s clothing when neville uses riddikilus on him
during “snape’s worst memory”, james turns snape (who he sees as a potential romantic rival) upside down and strips him/humiliates him in an attempt to impress lily, and after snape yells at lily and calls her a mudblood, lily covers up her (justifiably) hurt feelings by commenting on his dirty underwear
snape’s patronus, confirmed by jkr to be a symbol of “true love, love everlasting”, unlike james’ stag, mirrors lily’s patronus by being a doe (which much of the fandom considers to be a sign of obsession, despite never levelling the same accusations against tonks’ wolf patronus mirroring remus’)
most, if not all, of the significantly positive/grounding forces in severus’ life are women (eileen, lily, narcissa, mcgonagall)
feel free to add more if u can think of any
One of my favorite movies <3
FILMS WATCHED IN 2025 LADY BIRD (2017) Dir. Greta Gerwig.
Variety (1983), dir. Bette Gordon
you won’t lose me to thunder or lightning
I've been looking for a post like this since I learned more about autism! ∞🏳️🌈
Talking to your autistic friends about autistic snape like
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