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Sorry for being a bitch earlier, I needed to lay in the dark with my headphones for 3 hours to feel better

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People that complain about 'blue hair and pronouns' watch fox news,vote for trump every election,is probably a divorced dad,proudly supports the "white lives matter "movement",is a military/police bootlicker and defends police brutality and racism meanwhile the same people you people complain about being 'evil leftist scum' are actually really cool people if you get to know them plus

supporting BLM is not a political statement

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the problem isn't the "woke wob" it's you.

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you refuse to change your beliefs and you use Facebook to share with your other sad pathetic middle aged friends 'that the earth is flat','vaccines don't work','Palestine is evil' etc grow up.

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List 5 things that make you happy, then send this to the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers! :)

Omg my first ask🥺 thank you<33

Five things that make me happy? Hhmm...

-1) Reading. Mostly fanfiction but I just adore reading its quite fun, especially Neil gaiman books!

-2) Makeup! I love makeup and all the creative little crazy things that come with it (even if I will cuss out the universe since slightly hooded eyes means very difficult times doing eyeliner...)

-3) movies, game plays and difirent entertainment media in general. I enjoy acting but am quite bad at it so movies are just an added bonus of enjoying a good story and people's talents (dosent hurt if the actors are quite pleasing to the eye😂)

-4) cupcakes! Like, seriously. Baked goods with buttercream frosting all frilly and sweet. I enjoy food in general but cupcakes (specifically publix ones) just make me feel happy<3

-5) plushies and fashion! I know technically that makes it six but oh, well! I have what my family considers a ridiculous amount of plushies (I disagree screw that) and I have given each and everyone of them a name! I also love fashion since I have what my friends so lovingly describe as "a crack shit insane Marie Antoinette eccentric level of taste" which honestly describes it pretty well..

Hope everyone who reads this silly post is having a lovley day!<3

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List 5 things that make you happy, then send this to the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers! :)

1) Painting

2) not having writers block (writing)

3) reading (mostly smut)

4) making people smile

5) good old fashioned summer water fights

I don't know who started this but this is awesome! Also omg you're one of my favorite writers please keep making amazing works! 😁

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This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

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christmas, sisters and crushes | harry potter

synopsis | a minor slip-up of expressions led to a storytime on that one time you had a small crush on a certain redhead dragonologist.

➵ pairing | platonic!(?) charlie weasley x reader.

➵ fandom | harry potter.

➵ warning | profanities. non-canon compilant. slytherin!tonks!reader. (let's pretend that the weasleys and the blacks aren't related) your nickname is stargirl (since i don't use y/n) flashbacks are in italics.

➵ author's note | hi!! welcome to my blog! this is my first ever work to ever get posted and i really hope you like my completely self-indulgent story. happy reading:) - jj

ps. this post is dedicated to my good friend @xxmarcxline @edmundstxrch - thank you for being my ispiration and just being an amazing person<33 (please go check out her blog!! her works are literally incredible!!)

12 Grimmauld Place was crowded with humans, cats and owls.

You were sitting cross-legged on the sofa by the fireplace in the drawing room, knitting two pairs of matching gloves for you and your sister; one in her favourite colour, and one in your, whilst quietly humming along to some muggle Christmas carol that’s playing on the radio.

Ever since Remus taught you how to knit, you’ve been doing it non-stop, knitting hats, scarves, gloves—which is what you’re making at the moment— you even started practising on knitting a sweater. it became a sort of hobby of yours

You were so preoccupied with your knitting that you jumped when your sister plopped herself on the sofa next to you, “Dora!” you chastise, “You scared me.” She gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, sis.” 

She looked toward the bundles of yarn on your lap and asked curiously. “What are you making?” Without taking your eyes off your project, you answered. “Gloves.” Her head tilted in confusion, her hair briefly turning into a shade of orange, “Gloves?” she repeated. You hummed in response. “Whatever for?” your sister asked again, you absentmindedly replied, “For when it’s cold. I have one pair for you and one for me,” you gestured towards the bundle of yarn in your lap, “that’s why one of them is in your favourite colour and the other one is mine, see?” you lifted up the half-done gloves to prove your point. 

“Aww,” Dora pouted. Giving you a side hug; purple streaks started to show on her bright pink hair. “have I ever told you that you’re my favourite sister?” Your brows furrowed, briefly stopping your knitting, you looked towards your sister, “I’m your only sister, Nymphie.” you pointed out. She grinned. “Exactly.” You rolled your eyes fondly. 

After a few moments later, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermoine entered the drawing room; the youngest Weasley sat down next to your sister, Hermoine and Harry sat down on the floor and the twins loomed behind you, Fred sat on the arm of the sofa you were sitting on, while George leaned on the back of it, leaning towards you. 

“Hello, little one.” crooned Fred from where he was sitting. You replied without missing a beat, “Hello, my favourite carrot.”  which earned a perfectly synchronised ‘Oi!’ from the other three redheads in the room. “Hear that, Georgie? I’m her favourite carrot?” Fred said smugly. The four Weasleys, Harry and Hermoine shared a laugh.

You felt a smirk tugging at the corner of your lip at his words, the same time Dora let out snicker. The two of you shared a not-so-subtle knowing look, something the young Weaselette didn’t miss, both suspicious and intrigued, she asked, “I saw that, tell me.” her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

You and Dora let out an incredulous laugh, “What?” you asked at the same time. “I know that look! You have tea or whatever the muggles called it.” Ginny huffed.

You, Dora and Hermoine burst out laughing at her last statement. Even Harry let out a snort while the redheads looked extremely confused. “Gin, who told you about that?” you asked in between your laughs.

“Dean did,” she answered. “But whatever, tell me.” she dragged out that last part. “Sorry, Ginevra.” you hissed. “That’s classified information.” She groaned, “Please?” she pouted, looking towards Dora for help, however, her attempt at puppy eyes remained to be fruitless as your sister said “Sorry, Ginny.” she glanced towards you. “But that’s not my story to tell.”

By now, the others are looking at you as well; thoroughly interested.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, fine,” you caved in. The others cheered theatrically, you rolled your eyes, unamused. “Okay, so, Fred, George,” you looked towards the twins who had moved to sit on the floor—and had conjured some snacks, you quirked a brow as if to say 'Really?' “What? It’s storytime.” George shrugged; popping a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean in his mouth, grimacing at the foul taste. “Sorry, please continue, love.” grinned Fred. “Anyway, Fred, George, do you remember what I said when we first met and you introduced yourselves?” 

“Hello, Miss Tonks. I’m Fred-” one of the twins said.

“-and I’m George-” said the other twin.

“-Weasley.” they chorused.

You looked at them in amazement before saying, “So you’re Fred,” you pointed towards ‘George’ “and you’re George?” you pointed towards ‘Fred’ you smirked, having caught on the mischief glinting in their eyes.

Their eyes widened, “How did you-” Fred (the real Fred) asked, bewildered.

“I just know.” you shrugged. “Although- did you say ‘Weasley’?” They nodded. “I knew I recognised that hair colour anywhere.” you muttered under your breath. “Sorry? Didn’t catch that.” said George. You shook your head “Oh, nothing,” Though, just to be sure, you asked them, “Are you related to Charlie Weasley by any chance?” They nodded again. “Oh, yeah, he’s our brother.”  Fred answered. “He’s in seventh year though.” added George. “My sister is in her seventh year as well.” you smiled. “Who is your sister, by the way?” they asked. “Oh! My sister is Nymphadora Tonks- you probably know her.” you told them.

“Yeah, you asked us if we were related to Charlie.” said Fred, recalling the first day of his second year. Dora laughed, “That's the first thing you noticed when they said 'Weasley'?”

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, “Well, I had to make sure.” you defended. “Is there any other wizarding family called 'Weasley' except for us?” asked Ron incredulously. “Shut it, I was eleven at the time.” you frowned. “Anyway,” you emphasised, meeting their eyes. “I asked you that because Dora was best friends with Charlie and he often visited us in the summer. So when you said that you were a Weasley, my mind automatically goes to Charlie.” you explained. Dora raised her hand slightly, “Objection, we still are best friends,” You gave her a look, “Yeah, but you don’t see each other as often anymore,” you told her.

“So, like I said, Charlie was at our house often since their fourth year,” you nodded at your sister. “And- oh dear-” you laughed slightly, avoiding the redheads’ gaze  “keep in mind that this was like years ago-” you remind them. “I may or may not have had an itty-bitty, tiny, small, little crush on him when I was nine.” you confessed; taking both of the half-made gloves and pressing it to your face in a poor attempt to cover your blushing face.

The room went deadly quiet, sans your sister’s sniggers—which are not exactly quiet, she looked like she was on the verge of cackling—whilst the siblings of your said crush had their jaws on the floor, you wouldn’t be surprised if they’d accidentally swallow a fly.

Surprisingly; Hermoine was the one to break the silence, “Well, I’m not surprised.” she shrugged nonchalantly. Her statement seems to break the siblings out of their trance. “WHAT?” Four voices boomed all at once. Ron gaped at her in disbelief while Hermoine looked unbothered. “What? I see it.” You hastily uncovered your face, clapping, you exclaimed, “Right?!” realising what you’ve just done, you clapped your hand on your mouth.

For a moment, the room went quiet once more. Dora, who was trying very hard to conceal her laugh, lost the battle and cackled–actually cackled, she almost sounded like your deranged aunt Bellatrix. Hermoine had wheezed upon your reaction and Harry—who had been listening quietly from the sidelines, deeply amused—chortled, his glasses nearly fell off his face. You, on the other hand, stared at them with a deadpan expression. “Well, I’m glad that you find this very amusing.” you said, your tone laced with sarcasm. “But, as I said: It was a long time ago.” Ron, Ginny and the twins gave you an ‘I’m not convinced’ look. You sighed, “Seriously- heh, siriusly- it wasn’t even that big of a crush,  I don’t think you could even call it crush- it’s barely a crush at all actually.”

Your sister snorted at your last statement. “Hah, ‘barely a crush’ she says.” she muttered under her breath, though you had caught what she said. You knew exactly what she was thinking and you widen your eyes at her as if to say ‘Don’t’ however, she only flashed you a cheeky grin, “Wanna tell them the other thing, or should I?” She nudged your shoulder. And you swore you heard Fred mutter “Merlin, what else?” and you almost laughed if you weren’t so nervous. Sighing defeatedly, you slumped on your seat before lazily muttering “You tell them.” to your sister.

The pink haired witch chuckled at the memory before resuming the story “Charlie used to read her books about dragons, but instead of paying attention to what he was saying, she simply gawked at him.” The whole room echoed with laughter. “And whenever he glanced at me, I just pretended like I paid attention.” you continued with a chortle.

“... and the Antipodean Opaleye is a dragon breed native to New Zealand and they’re quite beautiful, See?” he pointed at the picture in the book. “their scales has a pearly shimmer to them. They’re very beautiful.” You gazed at him, captivated. “You’re beautiful.” you whispered. Fortunately for you; he barely heard what you said, “Hm? What did you say?” he asked, looking you in the eye. Your eyes widened, you cleared your throat, “Uh- What? I said ‘yeah’ uh-” you spluttered, clearing your throat once more, “I mean, yeah, they’re beautiful.” your voice sounds steady this time. At your agreement he grinned at you and you thought ‘Merlin, he’s so pretty.”

“There was also a time when I would get so excited when Dora said that he’d be coming over…”

It was dinnertime,you and your family were enjoying your dinner when in the middle of a conversation, your sister informed, “Charlie’s gonna be here tomorrow.” You paused mid-bite, “Charlie?” you asked through a mouthful of food. Your mother shot you a disapproving look, she said your name, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” she scolded. You smiled at her sheepishly. Slowly swallowing your food, you repeated, “Charlie’s gonna be tomorrow?” Dora smiled at you knowingly, “Yeah” she answered simply, wiggling her brows teasingly. You went back to eating your food, a giddy smile was plastered on your face.

“There was also that one time where he gave me a present for my birthday…”

“Hey, Stargirl.” he greeted you—with that damn smile. He was holding a box in his hand. “Hey, Cha.” you smiled at him, “What’ve you got there?” you asked, nodding towards the purple box in his hands. He grinned in response, extending the box towards you, “Happy Birthday!” You stared at him with a confused smile, “How did you know today’s my birthday?” you asked, though you had a pretty good guess. “Tonks told me.” ‘Why do you make it so easy?’ you thought. “I never told  you,” you smirked. “The other Tonks.” he corrected. “I truly doubt that my father told you.”

“Your sister ‘Tonks’.” he corrected again. “Oh, Dora!” you gasped dramatically. “Why didn’t you just say?” shaking your head in feigned surprise. “Yes, Yes, I’m funny, I know.” he rolled his eyes. “Open it.” he urged. You did as he said; pulling on the white ribbon and removing the lid of the box—

You gasped, your head snapping towards him. “You didn’t.” you gaped. “Oh, yes, dear stargirl. I did.” he nodded dramatically, seemingly very proud of himself. 

Unable to contain yourself, you tackled him in a bear-hug. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” you whispered in his ear over and over. He chuckled, hugging you equally as tight. “You're welcome.”

He had gotten you a dragon stuffed animal in your favourite colour.

“How did you know this was my favourite colour?” you asked after you pulled away. “Tonks told me.” He realised his mistake when you grinned at him mischievously, “Which one?

He groaned. 

You cackled.

“I still have it actually.” you said, referring to the little stuffed dragon that you loved dearly.

When you finished the story, Ginny questioned. “Why Charlie?” 

You blinked, wondering if you’d heard her correctly. “‘Why Charlie?’” you repeated, “He’s a fine-arse looking specimen. He’s really tall. He plays Quidditch-” you were cut off by the twins, “Um, we play Quidditch.” they pointed at themselves, mildly offended. You waved them off, “He was a fucking Quidditch Captain for Salazar’s sake!” you exclaimed. “And he’s just so kind, and pretty, and handsome, and tall, and has an amazing smile, and he’s so cool and now he’s a Dragonologist? Are you bloody joking?” you rambled on breathlessly.

“Yeah, I don’t think she’s over it.” Fred whispered to George; the latter nodding in agreement. “Not one bit.”

“...and you’re sure you don’t have a crush- barely-crush on him anymore?” Ginny asked, correcting herself at the glare you gave her. 

You shook your head. “No, not anymore.” 

“Not even a little?”

“Nope.”

“You’re absolutely sure?” Harry interjected. 

“Yes, a thousand- no, one million percent, actually.” you stated stubbornly.

Truthfully, you didn’t know if you were trying to convince them or yourself. Because if you were being completely honest, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him once since he left for Romania.

You were snapped out of your train of thoughts when there was a knock on the door. It was Remus. “Dinner’s ready,” he smiled, and as he was about to leave, he paused, “And there’s someone downstairs who wants to see you.” you could have sworn that his eyes were fixed on you when he said that, though he hadn’t specifically addressed you.

Ron’s stomach grumbled, “Oh, thank Merlin, I’m starving.” he said. You shared a laugh at his antics as you all exited the drawing room and went downstairs. Dora threw an arm over your shoulders, “Are you absolutely sure?” she asked once more with a teasing tone. “Salazar, yes.” you groaned exasperatedly. She nodded. “Okay.” 

When you entered the dining room, your eyes met a pair of gorgeous brown ones.

“Hey, Stargirl.” he smiled.

Oh, Motherfu–

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Simon Riley was a man who hardly praised anyone. As a man of few words, a simple nod was all he’d give to anyone who managed to impress him.

At first, you were no different. Even when it came to sex, the most you’d ever get from Simon was a soft smile, or the occasional grunt and groan that he let fall from his lips.

That was, until one night, when Simon was balls deep inside of you, a simple “good girl” escaped from his lips. He didn’t miss the way your pussy tightened around him, the soft mewl that fell from your pretty little lips at his words.

“You like that, huh? You like being called a good girl?” Simon teased, stilling his cock inside of you. He watched with a grin as your eyes fluttered open, your bottom lip pouting out slightly.

“Simon.” You begged, tightening your hold on his shoulders. “Please.”

“You do, don’t you?” Simon cooed, sliding his cock out of you painstakingly slow. “Are you my good girl?”

You gave a lazy nod, causing your lover to chuckle softly. You felt a kiss pressed to your temple, as Simon’s cock rammed back into your tight hole once more.

“My good fucking girl, always taking me so well.” Simon chanted, relishing in the way your walls squeezed around him yet again. “This pretty little cunt was made just for me.”

It was as if that night had awoken something within him, and the soft praises continued to fall from his lips from then on. Simon found that he fucking loved to praise you, his pretty girl.

After all, you were his good girl, and you deserved to be treated as such.

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Okay, so I'm gonna ask a few people for this in hopes one of them does it

But I need a theodore nott x hufflepuff!cat animagus!reader

Thanks if you do it!!

Hey @rae-pottah thanks for the request, and I made the reader female, (seeing Animagus cat my mind went to Mcgonnagal so...) sorry it's a bit late. I'll upload part 2 soon!

Cat eyes - Part 1

In your 4th year you decided to carry on the tradition of every girl in your family becoming an animagus. Your mom was a Squirrel your grandmom was a deer and your great grandmom was an eagle. You decided your animal to be a cat, your family was proud of you for completing the transformation. Every Friday and Saturday night you went out for a stroll in the ground just enjoying the peace. You didn’t tell your friends because you just wanted to keep this secret to yourself.

One day Professor Sprout decided to change you seats in herbology ,you wanted to sit with Susan but as Professor decided a Slytherin with a Hufflepuff you had to sit with Theodore Nott. You weren’t upset about this because you had talked to Theodore before and he was friendly enough

“Morning Y/n “he greeted you with a small smile.

“Good Morning Theodore “ you smiled back

“Theo “ he said

“ What ? “ you asked confused

“ Call me Theo” he voiced

“Ok Theo” you said testing it out.

Theo loved how his name rolled of your lips like you had been saying it forever.

You two worked in perfect harmony with small talk here and there.

For the next few weeks you guys kept working together. One fateful week Professor Sprout gave the students a group project.

“ Do you want to meet in the library to start working on the project “ asked Theo while packing up his stuff.

“Sure , what time “ you answered

“ What about today 5pm ?” he questioned

“See you there Nott” you said

“Theo !” he exclaimed

“Sorry! “ you said as you were walking out.

You both met at 5 in the library working in silence for a while but soon you both got onto more interesting topics and talked in yourselves getting very less work done. This continued for a few weeks till you were done with the project. Thankfully it was a Friday and you needed to take a walk in peace, you needed to figure out just what had happened to your mind because as soon as you got close to Theo you couldn’t stop smiling.

As soon as it was midnight you went for your usual stroll. Roaming around you saw Theo leaning against a wall with a cigar in his hand looking out of the window in deep thought. To you he looked amazing, so you went near him a rubbed against his ankles. Theo looked down at you eyes softening as he took you in. He picked up cooing at you.

“where did you come from ?” “ youre so adorable!”

He kept petting you while gazing outside. Suddenly he looked at you and said.

“You know your eyes remind me a lot of one of my friends, even though I desperately wish we were more, she's so beautiful and intelligent, I just want to kiss her when she's sarcastic toward me and I don't know why” You were gob smacked, the Theodore Nott returned your affections?

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