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“Put your hands on the headboard.” 🫠😮💨🫦👅
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Hi everyone,
I’ve recently been made aware that bound copies of The Memory of You are being sold on Etsy and other websites.
I don’t condone the binding and sale of my fanfics, especially when it’s clear there is profit being made.
Please, please, please do not support the people who are binding and selling transformative works for hundreds of dollars. It is illegal and unethical and a whole slue of other unflattering adjectives.
Love to you all. 🩷
-PotionChemist 👩🏻🔬
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Anonymous asked:
hello, do you think you could or would share at some point the cliff notes to how you perceived CoF ending or are you planning to rework it to a different ship following the same beats? i understand when authors no longer invested in a wip so leave it for other things but while it lasted this was one of my favorite fics and favorite portrayals of a vampire dhrs, i always got so excited to see a new chapter and loved looking forward to it. thanks for the story anyway.
Honestly TCOF was my least-HP-canon-heavy WIP. As it was only halfway in and I’m pulling back from Dramione, I thought long and hard on what to do with it.
Ultimately, it’s got real potential for me to rework into something original. I’m therefore going to keep my plans for where it was going to myself.
I appreciate your support and I’m glad you enjoyed what I shared of it! Hopefully someday in the future you’ll pick up a new vampire novel and recognize me in it. 😉
The hype is so fucking real for this be an original work. Imma be there when it’s published screaming I WAS THERE WHEN IT STARTED 😂
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No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.
No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.
Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.
Reblog a post so other people can see it.
Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.
Fandom cannot live on Likes or Kudos alone.
*on knees begging*
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2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.
I'm starting to see AI art in fanart tags and even when they are tagged as AI art, people in the reblogs tagged it as fanart.
Let me just say this once. I don't believe AI art is fanart. The way things are, it's theft. It doesn't count. The effort that fan artists put into their works cannot be equated in value with whatever an AI generates. The works with hours of applied skill and originality and love put into them are the works I want to praise on this blog.
So that being said, if I ever reblog "fanart" that is ai generated, please send me a message or an ask and let me know so I can delete it off my blog.
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do u ever have to start a song over bc YOU FORGOT TO FUCKING LISTEN.
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the war mentality, a dramione eighth year
the war mentality, update thread. dramione eighth year and (slight) angst bomb. updates either weekly, or less, i pinky promise. i'm here to stay a while.
it's cheesy, but it's the story of my heart and i hope you enjoy it.
“Granger,” he practically choked. “Tell me who did this.”
“It wouldn’t do any—”
“Who did this to you?”
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I slept in and just woke up, so here's what I've been able to figure out while sipping coffee:
- Twitter has officially rebranded to X just a day or two after the move was announced.
- The official branding is that a tweet is now called "an X", for which there are too many jokes to make.
- The official account is still @twitter because someone else owns @X and they didn't reclaim the username first.
- The logo is 𝕏 which is the Unicode character Unicode U+1D54F so the logo cannot be copyrighted and it is highly likely that it cannot be protected as a trademark.
- Outside the visual logo, the trademark for the use of the name "X" in social media is held by Meta/Facebook, while the trademark for "X" in finance/commerce is owned by Microsoft.
- The rebranding has been stopped in Japan as the term "X Japan" is trademarked by the band X JAPAN.
- Elon had workers taking down the "Twitter" name from the side of the building. He did not have any permits to do this. The building owner called the cops who stopped the crew midway through so the sign just says "er".
- He still plans to call his streaming and media hosting branch of the company as "Xvideo". Nobody tell him.
This man wants you to give him control over all of your financial information.
not that i didn't want to believe you op, but i had to check that er thing out for myself, bc that just seemed too cartoonishly stupid to be real
but holy shit
i .... er
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the war mentality, a dramione eighth year
the war mentality, update thread. dramione eighth year and (slight) angst bomb. updates either weekly, or less, i pinky promise. i'm here to stay a while.
it's cheesy, but it's the story of my heart and i hope you enjoy it.
“Granger,” he practically choked. “Tell me who did this.”
“It wouldn’t do any—”
“Who did this to you?”
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gothic horror rlly is just. aw fuck look at what youve done. the house has inherited your inter-generational trauma and in response has transformed itself into a metaphorical device to track the decay of the family. we're never gonna pay off that mortgage now
Harry Potter detective vibe
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“We. He likes how this word sounds.”
Happy birthday to out slytherin prince!💗
“We. He likes how this word sounds.”
Happy birthday to out slytherin prince!💗
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pairing: narcissa malfoy x charlie weasley
setting: modern, non-magical, midlife crisis mediterranean summer au
story concept for rare pair summer slam 2k21: like a virgin [11 of 16]
Narcissa is divorced.
Finally.
She is finally fucking divorced.
It’s a little disorienting, after the fact—the silent mornings, the empty evenings—but more than that, separate from that, is the slowly dawning, enormously unpleasant realization that she hadn’t just been casually dissatisfied with her life. It was never about being bored. It was never about being spoiled, or sullen, or standoffish.
She’d hated it.
She still hates it.
She hates this hulking, pristine mansion with its tacky Grecian columns and its white marble floors and its faux-vintage $50,000 chef’s range that she’s never even been able to figure out how to turn on. She hates her closet full of pastel Lacoste polos and impractically oversized hat boxes and classic, timeless, pointedly age-appropriate couture, like the only places she’s ever going to go are country clubs with questionable membership requirements and tepidly exclusive garden parties in the Hamptons. She hates her gossipy, untrustworthy friends, and she hates her smarmy, myopic tennis instructor, and she hates the whiny, one-sentence text messages Draco sends her from boarding school whenever he wants to charge something particularly ridiculous to one of his credit cards.
Most of all—worst of all—she hates what all of these things say about her.
She hates who they’ve made her.
She hates how they’ve made her.
So, she leaves.
She drives herself to the airport, abandons her Jaguar in a long-term parking garage, and closes her eyes—holds her breath; counts to ten, then twenty, then thirty; ignores her clammy palms and her racing pulse and the panic, the hysteria, the uncharacteristic, unfamiliar swell of both that she can feel clawing at the back of her throat—before randomly picking a destination on the departures board in the international terminal.
Italy.
Sure.
Why not?
She doesn’t pack a bag.
(Approximately 4,300 miles away, across a whole ocean and half a continent, there’s a tiny, functionally nameless village in the Tuscan countryside. It’s quiet. Quaint. The main export is Pecorino Romano, and there are more unlabeled wine bottles per capita than there are cars.
A young American man—I’m twenty-four, he says, his dark red hair glinting copper and amber and auburn in the butter-yellow sunshine, his broad shoulders straining the seams of his plain white t-shirt—has just arrived on the tail end of a gap year—the plan was to roam around Europe until I ran out of money, he explains with a wry, helplessly infectious grin. He’s supposed to start vet school in the fall, but he’s sticking around for the summer. The town’s only bartender is on maternity leave, and he spent most of undergrad working at an off-campus Cheesecake Factory. It’s fine. It’s fun. It’s better than the alternative, which is trudging back home to Long Island and being nagged about his grades or his tattoos or the silver stud pierced through his tongue or whether or not his motorcycle is safe or can he please pick his baby sister up from soccer practice or has he thought anymore about calling the nice girl who volunteers at the library on weekends because he isn’t getting any younger and she’s so nice—
His name is Charlie Weasley.
Narcissa really shouldn’t.)
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Time for cheer and time for badly made holiday graphics that accompany fic lists. Hello and welcome to december’s fic recs. Here’s my gift to you, enjoy! (ps, if there’s an extra I guess we’ll just have to associate that to a holiday miracle! 12 is a Christmas-y number after all) more recs!
Till Death Do Us Part akashathekitty has done it again, with the perfect example that when done right, the fake relationship trope can absolutely wreck you. with masterful characterization, I’m surprised I haven’t fell before its metaphorical feet beforehand.
Repressed Interesting take on the whole pre-Hogwarts AU, and wonderfully done at that. Greets you with questions and leaves you with a heart full of mush.
Time Turnabout Ron attempts to go back in time after getting a bit impatient with romance. Without realizing, he messes up a few events that lead to a slightly more dramione ending for Deathly Hallows. Flawless 6th-7th year AU.
When Draco Met Hermione do you realize just how much I love When Harry Met Sally? this fic is the embodiment of a romcom, because it has all the elements of a cheer up film along with your favorite characters.
ABCs of Moving On Hermione Granger learns that a relationship takes more than one, with a little help from her friends and one Draco Malfoy.
This is War In a turn of events orchestrated by Ministry official Aphrodite Venus, Draco and Hermione find themselves in each other’s shoes. Deathly Hallows AU.
Juniper Twisty and turny, I’ll guarantee that you’ll have to read this one again, if only to relive the sweetness. Also, I’m always a slut for attica.
The Redemption of Draco Malfoy Written by star author floorcoaster (aka luckei1), this fic starts right after DH and is one I’d recommend on my deathbed. Honestly this is a work of art, just like everything this writer churns out.
Murderous Mansion In a strange turn of events, the new house Hermione buys decides to kill her, and the only way out is by falling in love with her Curse Breaker.
Divided We Stand, United We Fall Thanks to Dolores Umbridge’s newly instated Marriage Law, Hermione’s only remaining option seems to be a certain former bully.
Knight on a Purple Bus During his shift, Draco finds an unconscious Hermione Granger, who seems to have taken leave of her sanity along with her memories.
Because of the Chestnuts and Cherry Stains First of all this is BEXCHAN, and she brings this time a story of cheer and tradition during war.
I hope you all have a happy holidays, filled with loads of dramione and merry spirit! Happy Reading!
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Select pages from Star Wars Question and Answer Book about Space Illustrations by David Kawami (1979)