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The noises I made were inhuman
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I am not “Anti-Lily” but I do gotta say…Girl-have some standards…
Like why are you dating that schoolyard bully who tormented kids well into his 18s…Like Snape might not have been a good friend (debatable) or he is not your buddy now…But he was at one point and your boyfriend tormented the hell outta him…and he kept pestering you…Like that shit is unattractive…How are you gonna feel when your kids ask you how dad was when he was young…Being friends with a reformed bully?Okay…everyone deserves a second chance but dating him?…STANDARDS! Women! STANDARDS!
Oh! And “Dating the reformed bully” totally sounds like a wattpad story,right?
God…Lily and James ain’t a power couple…they a wattpad couple…
Petition to start speaking out the truth….”wattpad couple”
Repeat after me….”wattpad couple”
Wattpad couple
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full offence but some of you think disabled people don't interact with the rest of society and it really shows.
you make disgusting jokes abt blind and deaf ppl and then say "oh this is bad but its ok bc they cant see/hear this"
you say self diagnosing is bad because "only a doctor can tell" but somehow you're qualified to tell strangers on the internet that they're not disabled because you cant concieve of disabled people existing the way you do.
you always talk about disabilities like no one in your audience is disabled. like we are some mystical other. its always "you probably have an autistic child/sibling/cousin" but never "some of you are probably autistic."
you use mobility aids as props and gags so frequently that those of us who need them are scared to use them in public because no one will take us seriously.
disabled people exist. we are in your audience. when you talk about us, we know. we know what you're fucking saying.
(ok to rb. disabled ppl can add on, ableds dont say shit just take it in ok 💖)
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“They love versions of me…”
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severitus
“An Unlikely Family” by slythermallow
(100k words)
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“When Professor McGonagall falls sick Professor Snape reluctantly goes to check on Harry but nothing could prepare him for what he finds and soon he finds himself looking after the teen for the summer. But things only grow more complicated when a traumatised Slytherin and the Weasley’s get involved and the past begins to catch up on them all.”
Fanfic: An Unlikely Family Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction
“Arms of A Dark Angel” by Snapegirlkmf
(232,468 words) complete
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“Neglected by his caregivers, little Harry would not have survived were it not for the mysterious dark angel who helped him. Harry never knew his name, until he went to Hogwarts and discovered a certain professor bore a remarkable resemblance to his savior.”
Fanfic: Arms of A Dark Angel Ch 1, Harry Potter
I frickin loved Arms of A Dark Angel you should go check it out
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me irl
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idk man, i just wanna write a fic that someone reads obsessively at 3am. a fic that someone loses sleep to finish because just one more chapter and tries to give multiple kudos. a fic that people will leave a comment on every chapter. i want to write a fic that people will recommend to others, that they think nails the characterization and relationship dynamic. i want to write someone’s comfort fic, someone’s favorite fic, or someone’s fic they read when they want to re-read something. i want to be that fic writer. i want to write that fic.
this.
I asked my friend to donate to me a story prompt so that I could attempt to get over Writer’s Block.
This is what I wrote.
Real Silence
The dead grass and wheat caress my face as I lay staring at the sky.
The single light of the moon illuminates the area around me, but the world beyond is only darkness. The wind whistles in my ears, whispering.
This is real silence.
I don’t want to get up. My limbs are numb and my bones creak at any movement. My muscles are sore from running and my breaths are nothing more than puffs.
Can I not pass here?
May I not pass here?
I listen for the sounds that don’t belong. There are none.
This pulls a bit of the stress holding me down off of me. I sit up, looking around. My head barely peeks over the endless array of fields. My hair whips around me, startling nerves as it brushes against the skin my dress leaves exposed.
I clutch the grass in my hand. Something is not right. My eyes flicker back and forth, watching the void in the distance.
I need to run.
I cannot afford to stagger. My feet twitch as I crush twigs and other assortments of sharp things.
There is no end in sight that I can see.
I need to continue running. If not, they’ll catch me. Despite my body refusing to continue, I push it forward.
How long had I been running for, before?
The ground flies past me as I rush through the eternal meadow of death.
Nothing is alive here.
I feel as if I am walking on air.
Maybe I am.
I can see the light of the sun rising. I smile.
Where has my happiness escaped to?
I release my dress and reach out to the bright, yellow beams of safety.
But I cannot hold them.
I only fall.
I watch the brightness escape my fingertips. Tears slip out of my eyes, though no sadness holds itself inside of me.
I open the palm of my hand.
A Forget-Me-Not crumbles to ashes.
Forget me not.
“Won’t you wake up?”
I do as they say. Before me are the amber eyes of my sister.
“Where has the field gone?” I ask.
“What field, Lilah?” she touches my cheek.
Her hand is warm.
“Oh, nevermind,” I look away. “That beeping is incessant. Make it stop.”
She smiles sadly. “It will stop soon enough, sister.”
“I do hope so.”
We sit in silence. My sister’s face is streaked with tears. I look up and to my right. Forget-Me-Nots rest in a vase.
I blink. Slowly. A laugh bubbles in my stomach, but does not surface.
A voice that sounds like mine speaks.
“Will you forget me?”
She stifles a sob. “Of course not, Lilah.”
I hum in acknowledgment, turning away.
“The wind is whispering. I should go.”
“If you want to, sister,” she responds.
I nod.
The beeping is gone.
This is real silence.
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tumblr artist aesthetic
I’m at work, someone reblog with that shaking hands meme and having it be tumblr artists, writers, and gif makers.
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Here ya go!
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between the 2050s and the 2080s, there is likely going to be a wave of funerals with weird, inappropriate music choices.
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define “weird, inappropriate”, because I already buried one of my childhood friends to the sound of Naruto openings and Minecraft music
I-
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legends
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IM SENDING PICTURES OF THE MOST AMAZING TREES
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YOU’LL BE OBSESSED WITH ALL MY FOREST EXPERTISE
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(absolutely not)
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I was literally about to say “it’s times like these that I relate to Evan Hansen” and then I saw the last three comments
I drew these yesterday and I really liked them (I am no artist I just scribble these are like my best drawings)
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I should not have laughed.
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the two genders are “i no longer wish to be perceived” and “i have to be the most fuckable person at the grocery store”
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Harry: Severus Snape is my enemy, but it turns out that Snape is also his own worst enemy. And the enemy of my enemy is my friend. So Snape is actually my friend. But, because he is his own worst enemy, the enemy of my friend is my enemy. So actually Snape is my enemy. But -
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mr. boombastic
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this gets a burst of notes every friday