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I have three modes of reading
- Dont read
- Read a 500 page book in a day
- Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion
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Battle of Hogwarts. 2nd May, 1998.
The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered towards him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys, Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout. Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch The Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last Their leader and symbol, their saviour and their guide
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Is it not enough to intensely daydream a fanfic in painful, emotional and visual detail constantly for over a week? Must I also convert it to doc/word format as well?
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attention all writers! tumblr is rolling out a new feature that allows our work to be used in ai training processes!
be sure to opt out of this in your visibility settings immediately! and remember, you have to opt out for each blog, not just your main!
- go to your blogs’ settings (again, you have to do these steps for each blog, not just your main blog)
- scroll until you see “visibility” and choose that
- in your visibility settings, choose “prevent third-party sharing for (blog name)”
you may opted out already but we don’t take chances with ai around these parts *insert angry cowboy*
tagging some mutuals to get the word out — @multifandomsimagine @pegxcarter @moremaybank @gladerscake @goldenroutledge @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @drewstarkeyslut @drudyslut @tangledinlove @rafeandonlyrafe @mvybanks
@sailor-aviator @goldenseresinretriever @sugarcoated-lame @topguncortez @jupitercomet @cherrycola27 @ohtobeleah
some users i could think off the top of my head whom i’m a regular reader of - pls reblog this as much as u can :)
@a-linabean omg thank you sm for the heads up 🥺💗
tagging some more writers: @sebsxphia @sunlightmurdock @hangmanssunnies @joelsgreys @bradshawsbitch @roosterbruiser @topguncortez @joels-shitty-puns @wkndwlff @roosterforme @joelslegalwhre @mrsmando @ohtobeleah @sio-ina-bottle @ilovepedro @desert-fern @mothdruid @inthe-dark-tonight @floydsmuse @lewmagoo @rhettabbotts @pascalpvnk @aemondvelaryon @gracieheartspedro @bradshawsbaby @kteague 💕
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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.
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no offence but i think a lot of us me included don’t actually want romantic love as badly as we think and really are just lonely and crave a closeness and intimacy that feels out of reach in friendships because of society’s emphasis on marriage and the nuclear family so we project that into the never ending search for a perfect love and a soulmate when really we all just want to mean something to someone
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Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.
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love rebloggin 20 things out of nowhere at once then leaving
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sillies supreme
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adayinthelesbianlife-deactivate
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Source: This
brindlefern
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a spring festival // 3k followers and 3 years of this blog
May 1st marks the 3 year existence of this ridiculous blog and having reached 3 thousand(?!) followers a week ago, it is time for a celebration!!
i want to thank all of you for your love and support, whether you've been here from the start or just started following me yesterday! i appreciate every single one of you 🩷 let's get on with it then
cherry - send me a song and a character and i'll write you a little blurb!
peach - for a book recommendation from my own bookshelves!
strawberry - for a line from one of my WIPs
apricot - for a random pic from my camera roll
plum - send me a character and i'll make a mini-playlist for them
RULES:
you can send as many as you like but please keep the requests one per ask :)
characters go for harry potter, little women and grishaverse
open till June 13th
please share and join, thanks very much😘🩷
congratulations, I'm so happy for you!!
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TW: Lucien’s SA
Speak your truth, even if your voice shakes
Lucien and Ianthe drawn by the incredible @: tangerine.eileen to spread awareness of Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
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benevolence
you always imagined it your first kiss would be… softer, than it ends up being. but it’s joel. you probably should have known.
smut, 18+. age gap. joel is a grumpy old man who hates himself and reader is down bad.
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The first time Joel kisses you, it isn’t romantic.
It’s angry - he’s angry. The clicker that just had its hands on you lies motionless a few feet away, mouth frozen in the open position it was in when Joel shot it. Joel is checking you over relentlessly for bites. He’s running his hands over your waist, flashing his light on your neck… fuck, he’s even tugging up the cuffs of your jeans to check your ankles.
“You don’t do that,” he pants, fuming once he knows you’re okay. You’re adrenalized, shaken up and not working off your best judgment. You meet Joel’s eyes.
“Don’t do what? Be on the wrong side of the room? Have the batteries run out of my flashlight? This wasn’t my fault, Joel.” Joel shakes his head, pissed, and he grips the nape of your neck. You didn’t even realize his hand is still there, sturdy and calloused. You bite your cheek. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Shut up,” Joel growls, and it makes you even more upset.
“I didn’t - stop blaming me. Stop making me feel like a dumbass, because I’m trying and I’m tired but I’m still better than half the people in the Q -”
Joel cuts you off before you can keep egging either of you on, his lips connecting with yours in a harsh and almost painful way. Your teeth clash, and Joel kisses you with so much force you almost fall, the only thing saving you being his strong arm wrapping around your back. You open your mouth, probably from shock, and Joel’s tongue does a quick sweep around the cavern when you do. Your hands fly up to Joel’s chest instinctively for balance, and you can feel his racing heartbeat under your palm. It makes you falter. You didn’t realize he was so worried.
You’re just starting to ease into it Joel stops.
His teeth catch your bottom lip as he pulls away, and you both taste blood. Joel steps away, the both of you just staring at each other, panting.
“Do you get it?” He asks, voice gruff. “Don’t fucking do that.”
You blink, years of pining and want pouring over you. You swallow, tasting just a bit of what you think is Joel.
“Yeah,” you tell him. “I get it.”
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From love and life
a/n I feel like we might need some good old fluffy fluff with a tiny bit of angst. So enjoy! Any sort of interaction is so so so appreciated!🤍🫧
summary: you're heavily pregnant but your medical assistant is needed in a close by town. Emotions run high and a little someone decides to make an appearance, just the timing is not ideal.
Can be read as a part two to A slice of paradise but this is a standalone
warnings: pregnancy, birth descriptions, complicated delivery, blood, yeah...
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The kitchen was dim. The only source of light was the lamp that stood in the living room. The record player lightly filled the space with old tunes as you and Joel swayed in the middle of the kitchen. It was such a rear moment lately. There was so much going on that you two hardly spent time together. Well, now that Joel was refusing to do patrol, he was way more present and even more nagging on your pregnancy brain. Even if it came from the love that he felt for you and the baby, you wish he worried less. But then again, it was easier said than done.