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How am I only just learning this!?

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The artwork that sank an entire nation

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The price we had to pay.

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DOD YOU WRITE THAT FIC THAT U SENT ME??? I'M FLORA GUEST OMHYGOD THAT SAS SP GOOD

YES I DID HOW WAS IT

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a quiet night in 🎶

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nothing in my mind except neil josten doing those gimmicky interviews

lie detector interview? he lies flawlessly. they ask him what team he’s on to test it and he says the trojans. the needle doesn’t move. no one knows what to do

answering the internet’s most googled question? neil doesn’t give away shit. (“what is neil jostens favorite hobby?” “lying to cops”) every question is answered with some version of your mother or an anecdote about something illegal

hot wings but neil and kevin do it versus each other. it quickly devolves into psychological warfare. neil adds hot sauce to kevin’s wing when he’s not looking

neil takes a buzzfeed which exy player are you the most like and when he gets riko he just walks out

literally any gimmicky pr stunt just dissolves into chaos

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sunbane.

he was gold-drenched and soft-hearted, full of laughter and loyalty and warmth—the kind of boy who made rooms brighter by stepping into them. she was cold fire, legacy-bound, a curse in velvet gloves. she touched things and they withered.

she shouldn't have looked at him. not with hunger. he shouldn't have touched her. not like that.

but he did. and she liked the way he flinched.

sunbane isn't a love story. it's a sickness. it's watching the boy who kissed you like a prayer start lying for you. it's feeling your wand burn in your palm because you swore you'd never cross that line, but now her voice is in your head and your hand is already moving.

she is his ruin. he is her final warmth.

one of them always dies in the end. sometimes it’s both.

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the rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated

good evening to my beloved mutuals and haters alike.

i have risen from my hospital bed like a Victorian orphan who survived solely out of spite and the refusal to leave things unfinished. as some of you may know, after my birthday, i was yeeted directly into hospital because i started having i started having back-to-back seizures like i was getting paid lol.

they had to keep me for months to scan my brain waves and now, lucky me, i have epilepsy.

thank you for your patience during my brief brush with death. i have returned, hungrier, meaner, and even more delusional than before.

posting will resume shortly. consider this your warning xx

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marauders hc #4

lily evans.

she has it all. perfect grades, hair that catches the light just right, a smile that makes everyone feel warm and safe. she’s the dependable friend, the one you go to when you need advice or a shoulder to cry on. she’s the sunshine girl, with a prefect badge on her chest and the most popular boy at school hopelessly in love with her.

but no one asks how lily evans is doing. because why would they? she’s fine. she’s always fine.

except she’s not.

her home is a battlefield. petunia’s sharp words cut deeper than anyone realizes. she doesn’t even have to yell anymore—just the disappointed looks, the cold silences, the way she acts like lily doesn’t exist. like she never mattered. freak, unnatural, worthless.

the war creeps closer every day, and lily feels it like a noose tightening around her neck. her parents are muggles—targets. every owl, every headline feels like it could be the one that changes everything. but she doesn’t talk about it. she doesn’t cry. she can’t. everyone is counting on her to be strong.

so she bottles it all up. she smiles, she nods, she listens. but the weight inside her chest gets heavier and heavier, pressing down on her ribs until she can’t breathe.

so she starts cutting because she needs to feel something that isn’t this crushing emptiness. the sharp sting is quick, almost clean, and for a moment, it’s like she’s in control of the chaos. but then the guilt sets in. the shame. what kind of person does this to themselves? she’s disgusted, but she can’t stop.

then there’s the food. at first, it’s not deliberate. she skips a meal here and there because she’s “too busy.” but then she realizes how light it makes her feel, how empty. it’s like she’s disappearing from the inside out, and that feels like a kind of freedom.

every day, she tells herself she wants to die. not dramatically, not in the heat of the moment—just this quiet, persistent whisper at the back of her mind. what if you just… stopped? she thinks about it when she’s brushing her teeth, or walking to class, or lying in bed at night. what if you didn’t have to do this anymore?

sometimes, it’s vivid. she imagines the ways she could do it, running through the details in her mind. the astronomy tower maybe? but then the shame kicks in, this hot, suffocating wave that makes her stomach churn. you’re selfish enough already. don’t make it worse.

but other times, it’s just this hollow ache, this desperate longing for everything to stop. it’s not even about dying—it’s about escaping. she feels like she’s drowning in everyone else’s expectations, their problems, their pain, and she’s so tired of carrying it all. she just wants it to end.

and yet, she doesn’t do it. she calls herself a coward for it, berates herself for being too weak to follow through. you can do everything else perfectly, but you can’t even do this. it’s another thing to hate about herself, another way she feels like she’s failing.

but deep down, she knows why she doesn’t do it. she keeps going because she doesn’t know how to stop. because there’s a part of her that still hopes, even when she hates herself for it. because no matter how much she wants to disappear, there’s a part of her that’s terrified of being forgotten.

she lays in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if this is it. is this what life is supposed to be? when will it get better? when will i be free?

but the next morning, she gets up. she smiles. she listens to her friends. she carries their burdens and hides her own because someone has to, and who else is there?

lily evans: the girl who can do anything. except fall apart.

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carried away~ literally :3

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"you are one of gods strongest soldiers" i say, not even believing in either of those institutions

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fic recs: tomarry edition

@whythiskolaveridiii bbg this one's for you 🫵💕

you asked for fic recs AND I HAVE FINALLY DELIVERED

(tell me why this took more than a month to compile)

don't fuck with florists (they'll fuck you up) - oneshot, soo cute, it's quite popular, time travel (one of my favourite tropes)

you belong to me (i belong to you) - this one is one of my favourites, it updates slowly, and i've been following it since the beginning, it's very dark and delicious and THE DYNAMICS ARE JUST 🤌🤌

What He Grows To Be - this is one where harry raises tom (another popular trope), and so naturally it has some questionable undertones, but its so well written so eh

But For You, I Did - oneshot, so usually in time travel fics, harry and tom are a bit older (like 5th year-ish), but they're both in 1st year in this one, so its a cool take on a fix-it

Teaching History (is Old News) - crack fics are so so amazing, and this one does plot with crack so well

Three sugars and a splash of daddy, please - this one is HILARIOUS, but also not canon compliant, so the characters are very OOC

Mors et Tempus - slytherin harry in the 1940's, what more could you ask for

Times of Peace - ptsd ridden harry is so dear to me

Trapezing Through Time - master of death harry is sooo satisfying, and the writing in this one is top tier

Psychopomp - very satisfying dumbledore bashing in this one

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NO 🫵🫵🫵🫵

—Kim Addonizio

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happy birthday blue babies

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a collection