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small little rant

ok so like a little disclaimer: this isn’t towards anyone at all, this is just me and my thoughts because i’ve been doing some thinking and idk it’s just how i feel & maybe others might feel the same way

But like as a fic writer, over time it can drain you so bad. i remember at the start of this account i wrote fics 24/7 that were 2,000+ words long etc because i loved it even when i only had like 10 followers. I just plain out enjoyed it with all my heart. And so i continued to keep writing for my pleasure and nobody else. Soon enough i realized that all that writing really paid off because i no longer had 10 followers. i went from 20 to 50 to 100 and now i have over 1,000 followers.

I remember when i first started getting asks in my inbox. i was so excited. I answered everyone’s questions and did all the requests because i was so genuinely happy that people actually liked to read my content. But the biggest thing that influenced my motivation for writing was the feedback. Readers would comment how amazing my writing skills were or theyd ask questions about the fic and they’d leave me tips or just small little comments that made my day. Now, i’m 1,000 followers in and i feel like nobody genuinely cares anymore. Most of my readers who stay with me all the time would know i went on a hiatus and haven’t been updating as much anymore and i’ve sortve finally came to the conclusion that you guys showing interest sparks my interest. Nobody comments on my work anymore. They request and request and request and ask me 24/7 when i’m updating, but when i finally do.. nobody shows appreciation for it. Like writing these things take a lot of time and effort and i’m most definitely not saying that i’m doing this for the the likes and reblogs etc. i wouldn’t be doing it if i didn’t enjoy it. im just saying i would write and update and give MORE effort a lot more if people would actually reblog my work and comment on it etc.

98% of you probably didn’t read this, but i kindve needed to get it off my chest. if any other fic writers agree let me know so i know i’m not the only one. or if you’re one of my readers and want to share you opinions please let me know.

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Draco Malfoy - June 5, 1980

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send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them

least favorite thing about them

favorite line

brOTP

OTP

nOTP

random headcanon

unpopular opinion

song i associate with them

favorite picture of them

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New ask game for writers

1. Favorite place to write. 2. Favorite part of writing. 3. Least favorite part of writing. 4. Do you have writing habits or rituals? 5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most. 6. Favorite character you ever created. 7. Favorite author. 8. Favorite trope to write. 9. Least favorite trope to write. 10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about. 11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish. 12. How do you deal with self-doubts? 13. How do you deal with writers block? 14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book? 15. Where does your inspiration come from? 16. Where do you take your motivation from? 17. On avarage, how much writing do you get done in a day? 18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like? 19. First line of a WIP you’re working on. 20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on. 21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s. 22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you? 23. Single or multi POV, and why? 24. Poetry or prose, and why? 25. Linear or non-linear, and why? 26. Standalone or series, and why? 27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with? 29. Who do you write for? 30. Favorite line you’ve ever written. 31. Hardest character to write. 32. Easiest character to write. 33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing? 34. Handwritten notes or typed notes? 35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story ________. 36. A spoiler for story _________. 37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you. 38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it? 39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one. 40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why? 41. How many stories do you work on at one time? 42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc. 43. Are you an avid reader? 44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 46. What would your story _______ look like as a tv show or movie? 47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story? 48. Favorite genre to write in. 49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end? 50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. 51. Describe the aesthetic of your story _______ in 5 sentences or words. 52. How did writing change you? 53. What does writing mean to you? 54. Any writing advice you want to share?

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@missrowle this might be the sweetest comment i’ve ever gotten - you just brightened my day :-) can we be friends now? <3

grass stains

Oliver Wood x Reader Warnings: none Requested by Anon

Quidditch. 

It was a massive deal at Hogwarts; it meant more to some than others.

Oliver Wood, in fact, probably cared most about it. To him, Quidditch was an escape, a place where he could push back any worries, fears, doubts he had and just focus on something else for a while.

He lived for the sound of the wind rushing past his ears, the faint roaring of the crowd every time he blocked a goal from the opposing team. The light feeling in the chest whenever they’d win. The adrenaline in his veins, his tight grip around his broom -

The stunning green of her eyes.

A green that, so unfortunately, matched her uniform.

“What the hell happened out there, mate?” Fred Weasley asked, clapping a hand on Oliver’s shoulder in the stuffy locker room. Gryffindor had lost a game - their first loss of the season.

“Nothing, Weasley,” Oliver retorted, hurriedly slamming his locker shut and turning to face the redheaded boy, whose face wore a friendly smirk. “I’m just having an off day.”

He then brushed past Fred, before he was able to toss him another comment. Oliver pushed open the door leading to the back of the Quidditch pitch, inhaling the crisp, fresh air. He was halfway to the castle when he heard his name, sounded by a voice so sweet, he could’ve swallowed it whole. 

“Hey, Wood.”

He whipped around on his heels, white towel still draped over his shoulder from his shower in the locker room. When he saw her, he couldn’t help but suck in a small breath. She stood there, with hair falling out of her ponytail and delicately framing her face, cheek smudged with dirt. Her sharp green eyes seemed to cut right into Oliver’s chest as she gazed at him. “Yeah?”

She held out a hand. And he stared, down at her outstretched fingers, up at her warm face, lips twisting up into what he hoped was a smile. 

“Good game,” she said, emerald eyes not wavering in the slightest from his.

He hesitated before finally taking it, her cold fingers wrapping around his warm hand. Oliver took another breath before saying, “Right back at you,” and shook her hand not once, not twice, but three times.

It was as if neither of them had wanted to let go.

Since that night, there seemed to be a sudden heat between the two of them -  a flame that just kept growing on itself with nothing near to extinguish it.

It was furrowed eyebrows and tense games, both of them eyeing each other with determination, a hint of something else.

What it was, though, Oliver wasn’t quite sure.

All he knew was that Y/N was eye-catching and rapid fast on her broom; he could barely keep up with where she was during some of the matches.

One Friday afternoon, she hurled a quaffle in his direction, and he completely missed it.

And George was yelling at him, the Slytherins were screaming but all Oliver could do was stare, dumbfounded, at Y/N.

Who winked at him.

After the game, they somehow ended up kissing.

The way it had happened was a bit of a blur, but Oliver could clearly remember the way her hair smelt of freshly cut grass, the definitive way she grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close and pressing her lips onto his with such force, he felt as if he might float right up into the air.

She tasted of lemon and secrecy. 

They hid in between a stone crevice in the castle, as the rest of the school slept,   studied, or - Oliver couldn’t care less, because he was there with her and there was an entire arms race in his chest. 

It felt wrong: her green attire, snarky smirk. The daggers in her eyes that quite intrigued him, nonetheless. 

But when his fingertips tingled against the warm skin of her neck, he couldn’t deny that it felt very right.

It went on for weeks.

Sneaking out of dormitories once the sky fell black; stifled kisses and fingers coiled around wrists. Lipstick-smudged collarbones and dirt-stained kneecaps.

Their tension on the field never faded, either.

“Wow, Wood!” Y/N shouted one day, wind rippling through her hair as she floated atop her broom. “You almost blocked that one!”

A smirk placed itself on his lips, as he tightened his grip on the broomstick and responded, “Why don’t you just focus on your own team? Forty points behind, are you?”

The subject of winning seemed to matter slightly less to Oliver as the days passed, and he intertwined himself into Y/N’s life.

The blissful secrecy didn’t last forever.

Y/N’s lips felt like honey gliding over his as Oliver tangled his fingers in her hair, pushing her up against the lockers in the Gryffindor changing room, which was empty due to the week-long rain hiatus. 

Her hand cupped his cheek as the corner of her mouth upturned against the kiss. She pulled him even closer to her, by the arm.

Neither of them heard the door wrench open.

“Blimey!” Fred Weasley shouted, causing the two to yank apart and whip their heads in the direction of the voice.

George stood aside his twin brother, both of them wearing matching looks of utter surprise on their faces. 

Oliver glanced at Y/N’s swollen lips, then back at the redheads. Her hand was still resting on Oliver’s arm.

The Gryffindor Keeper took a step back. “Look, guys -”

“She’s the enemy!” George yelled, thrusting a hand out in front of himself.

Y/N instinctively placed a hand over her mouth, a laugh bubbling in her throat. The metal of the lockers was still cold against her back as she watched the three flustered boys.

“Enemy’s a strong word, Weasley,” Oliver said, crossing his arms over his chest.

A brief silence filled the stuffy air, before Fred asked, “How long has this been going on?”

They hesitated. Oliver cleared his throat before saying, “Doesn’t matter. What does matter, is -  I think we should put these rubbish house rivalries behind us.”

Fred and George peered at him as if he had grown three extra heads.

But Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

sorry i haven’t posted in a while! i’ve been preoccupied with other things, and unfortunately, school started again for me this week :( i kind of lost inspiration for a few days but i’m starting to get back into it!!

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Give me a fandom and I'll tell you which characters I would

Push off a cliff

Frick frack

Marry

Set on fire

Wrap a blanket around

Be roommates with

And if I’m not in the fandom, I’ll go by what I’ve learned from tumblr

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happy new year!

i wish you all happiness, peace, & stablility in 2018 ❤️

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GUESS WHO IS PROUD OF YOU

GUESS WHO FINISHED THE OUTLINE FOR HER NEWEST BOOK TODAY?!?!?!?

this bitch

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constellations

I saw this beautiful piece from @upthehillart, and it reminded me of an old fic i wrote with this trope. Since I haven’t been able to write in a while, I thought I would just repost it with this beautiful visual :)

“Thanks.” Draco Malfoy nods at the bartender, whom had just slid a glass of firewhiskey his way. His fingers wrap around the beverage before he brings it to his lips, feeling the slightly soothing burn as it glides down his throat.

“Malfoy?” Draco feels frozen in place. His eyes stay glued to the alcohol quivering in his cup as he struggles to swallow the massive lump in his throat. He knows that voice. And he doesn’t want to face the person behind it.

He decides to ignore it, hoping with every nerve in his body that he’ll give up and leave.

“Draco Malfoy.”

The use of his full name sends a shiver down Draco’s spine, and he’s left with no choice but to turn around. When he spins around on the bar seat, his eyes immediately fall on Harry Potter, who is standing wearing a leather jacket draped over a red flannel.

Draco’s blue eyes scan Harry’s body, taking in the sight of the boy he hadn’t seen in years. “Potter,” he breathes, more of a statement than a greeting.

He continues to stare, waiting for Harry to fidget - but he never does. That irritates Draco to his very core, as he has always liked having the upper hand.

“Well, if you’re not going to invite me to sit with you,” Harry says, finishing his thought by shrugging off his jacket and taking a seat directly to Draco’s right. The blonde boy sighs, swiveling back to face the bar.

“For the record,” Draco says, before taking a large sip of his firewhiskey. “I didn’t invite you to sit down.”

Harry shoots him a sarcastic smile, his left eyebrow raised, before ordering a drink for himself.

“So, what are you doing here, by yourself?” Harry asks, sipping his cup.

Draco clenches his jaw, despising the way Potter asked that so naturally, and had managed not to sound intrusive. Prying his eyes from the remaining liquid in his glass, he glances at Harry, his eyes drifting to his brown curls. “I could ask you the same thing,” Draco responds, before downing the rest of his drink.

“Fair enough,” Harry says. His emerald eyes seem to drift over Draco’s face before he adds, “Let me buy you a refill.”

For the first time that night, the corners of Draco’s mouth curve into a small smile. “Are you hitting on me, Potter?”

Harry simply shrugs, and Draco can’t help but envy his complete confidence.

“What happened to the Weasel girl?” Draco asks, purely to push the Golden Boy’s buttons.

“You know, I don’t think you’re actually as bitter as you act,” Harry retorts, taking another sip of alcohol without tearing his eyes from Draco’s face.

“What?” Draco says, thrown off by the sudden comment and shift of topic. He furrows his eyebrows, avoiding Harry’s gaze.

“I think this cold exterior you have is just a front you put up. You probably always have.”

Draco’s at a loss for words, and he can’t seem to get any sound past his throat. After stuttering for a bit and trying to hide the fact that Harry Potter might have seen directly through him, Draco turns back toward the bar and lets out a small sigh.

“Ginny and I broke up, by the way. It was mutual.”

When Draco turns back to face him, he can see Harry’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows hard, looking down at the fingers on his right hand, which are fidgeting with his flannel sleeve.

Draco considers all the possible responses he could hurl back, but in the end he decides to go with: “I’ll take you up on your offer. For a refill.”

Harry grins.

~~~~~

A few drinks in, and the former enemies are laughing with each other as if they’d been close friends for years.

The blonde boy peers at Harry’s right arm, which now sits bare on the table after Harry had rolled back both his sleeves.

The tattoo intrigues Draco, and he’s not sure why. It appears to be a large star, surrounded by smaller ones in a beautiful pattern that Draco could only dream of being able to draw.

“What does it mean?” he asks, nodding in the direction of the star, his pale fingers wrapped tightly around his third glass of firewhiskey.

“Oh,” Harry breathes, looking down at it himself. Draco can’t help but notice that Potter’s grin shrinks to almost half of what is was before. He’s about to apologize for asking, but Harry answers, “It’s Sirius. The largest star in the night sky,” he says, his smile growing again. “I got it for -”

“Your godfather.”

Harry looks at Draco as if he’s peering into something he’d never seen before. Draco squirms slightly in his seat, clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of Harry’s green gaze. “Yeah,” the brunette breathes, his eyes not faltering from Draco’s.

After what feels like an eternity, Harry leans back in his seat. “How about you, Malfoy?” he asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Any tattoos?”

Draco simply shakes his head, taking another sip from his drink.

“So just that hole in your lip, then,” Harry says, twirling the ends of one of his curls with his fingertips.

Draco instinctively starts messing with his lip ring, sucking the cool metal into his mouth for a second. He notices Harry staring.

“What was it, a spontaneous act of rebellion?” It sounds odd to hear the word rebellion used like that by someone who was the center of an entire war. The right side of Draco’s mouth turns up into a smirk. “Sure.”

Really, he had been absolutely hammered the night he got the piercing, as a result of a disagreement with his father. But the next morning, he didn’t exactly hate the way it looked.

“It seems like we’ve both changed, don’t you think?” Harry says, tracing his right index finger along the rim of his empty glass.

Draco looks at him; his lips part. He shakes his head and says, “I don’t think so.”

~~~~~

Draco Malfoy isn’t quite sure how he ended up kissing Harry Potter inside of a cluttered broom cupboard, but he didn’t exactly resist it.

He can taste the alcohol residing on the Golden Boy’s soft lips; enjoys the pungent taste as he threads his pale fingers through Harry’s brown curls.

Draco can feel Harry’s steady hands on his neck, his chest, his waist. He smiles into their kiss, a smile that he never in a million years thought would arise.

His fingers move to trace the ink covering Harry’s veins, just as the other boy finds Draco’s lip ring. There happens to be a broom handle poking Draco’s lower back, but he couldn’t care in the slightest.

Harry breaks away for a spilt second. “Do you want to-”

“Yes,” Draco whispers, just desperate enough to make Harry crash his mouth back onto his.

It really doesn’t matter what the question was.

~~~~~

The following morning, sunlight leaks through the curtains as Draco wakes up in his bed, white cotton sheets wrapped around his torso and a fresh magenta mark curved underneath the skin of his jaw.

He wakes up in his empty bed.

Draco’s hand flies to his forehead; his fingers trace small circles to keep himself calm. He wonders if it was all a dream. A random, incoherent dream where he’d slept with -

“You’re awake,” Harry says from the doorway.

Draco’s blue eyes dart in his direction, and he tries to convince himself that Harry Potter is really leaning against his bedroom door frame, holding two steaming mugs in his hands.

Draco can’t help but recognize his own sweatpants, hung dangerously low on Harry’s hips.

Draco’s speechless.

Harry carefully walks over, watching the liquid in the cups so he won’t spill. The mattress curves downward next to Draco as Harry sits, saying, “I didn’t know if you like coffee or tea in the morning, so I made both.”

The grin on Draco’s face stretches for miles. He wonders again if this is a dream, but the aroma of the coffee he takes from Harry’s warm hand is far too rich and vivid for Draco to be unconscious.

“Thanks,” Draco says, before taking a long sip of the coffee. Harry smiles in response and raises the mug of tea to his lips.

“So I was thinking,” Harry says, as Draco glances up at the brown mess of hair atop his head.

“That can’t be good,” Draco says quickly, before Harry can finish. Harry dramatically rolls his eyes as Draco takes a second sip of the hot beverage.

“I want to ask you out on a date.” Draco nearly chokes on his coffee, and it brings a sharp sting to his nose.

“What?” Harry asks. “Why is that so hard to picture?”

Draco clears his throat. “It’s not,” he reassures, biting his lower lip. “You just caught me off guard.”

Harry flashes that golden grin, gripping the cup of tea near his lap. “Are you scared, Malfoy?”

Draco smiles, raising his eyebrows. “You wish.”

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I’m too shy to DM u but hello! It’s still early here so I’m falling asleep in class, but it’s fine bc I got photography in a couple hours! I hope ur day goes well!!! Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

hello! oh, please don’t be shy,, i’m probably the least intimidating person in the world!!!photography sounds really cool! i unfortunately have to start my day with probability and statistics ...

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yo im bored dm me if u wanna chat about dogs or the moon or your day or anything :-)

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PLEASE HELP A BROKE GIRL OUT

hey guys! i’m selling new/secondhand books on depop, and it would really help me out if you checked out my page! i’m open to price bargaining, and shipping price differs depending on where you are! 

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There’s no need to apologize 💗 You’re life comes before your tumblr life, so take all the time you need. Cause we’ll still be here when you get back

thank u, u vv kind human bean 💓💓

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:-(

I am so sorry for the longest writing gap I’ve ever had on this blog.. I am not in a great place right now and it has been hard for me to even think about writing recently. So i apologize if I owe you a fic, or haven’t gotten back to you about something. I will eventually, it’ll just take time. I hope you understand.

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India declares freedom of sexual orientation a fundamental right

“India’s Supreme Court has issued a historic ruling confirming the right of the country’s LGBT people to express their sexuality without discrimination.

Judges ruled that sexual orientation is covered under clauses in the Indian Constitution that relate to liberty, despite the Government claiming there was no legal right to privacy.

The ruling paves the way for discriminatory practices against LGBT people to be challenged in the courts.”

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Hiya! Idk if u remember but I told you I would dress up as a Ravenclaw student for Halloween this year? And as it turns out, my friends decided to dress as their houses too lol! It was amazing lmaooo; we were supposed to have our friend max dress as a Gryffindor (that would've completed the houses) but he diDNT GET A FREAKING COSTUME SMH anyways ily 💗

that sounds so nice!! i wish my friends were into harry potter like me! i hope your night was super fun!!!