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'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

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think i might start doing some lyric analysis over here bc i need to get it out of me

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over the last two days i’ve read/reread all of @de-sire-blog’s works and now i’m empty…i already miss berlin angel wolfstar

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sirius double texts. sirius triple texts.

remus leaves you on delivered for 15 hours.

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im a multishipper until you try to touch my babies ok.

james and lily? absolutely. lily and mary? adorable. james and regulus? grumpyxsunshine GOLD. regulus and barty? our favorite psychos. barty and evan? you know it's growing on me

but other ships instead of wolfstar????? like??? they're the only ones for each other argue w the goddamn wall

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When I say the Black brothers are dramatic little cunts, what I really mean is that Regulus is dramatic and Sirius is theatric. Regulus is out here writing sad boy poetry and regularly lays prone in the middle of the floor when he’s had a shite day, while Sirius is tossing out Shakespearean-level insults while dancing on the bar.

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prompt: think of the name of a street. use the street name as the title. write a short story incorporating the street in some capacity.

title removed bc not getting doxxed :D

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just finished reading “primavera” & “rococo” back to back by lunchbucket on ao3 and i think i’ve found my new favourite fic. i need time to digest and think about it but omg i’ve not cried over a fic in so long. i feel called out i feel seen and i love sirius and remus soso much

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what i would do to write a fic good enough that ppl recognise it and talk abt it ugh i need good ideas

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My brain at all times:

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was it guilt that motivated you?

to kiss me so selflessly

- cece

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my babies

pov: you’re harry being born to a bunch of 21 year olds

their thoughts and doodles below the cut <3

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"Does it hurt?"

"I'll be okay."

"That isn't what I asked."

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what i find deep in my notes app…

a lil writing from last summer

the last thing i wanted was to be here with him. the restaurant he’d picked was beautiful - make no mistake - but his company was not the one i craved. i longed to share this night with her.

i imagined the way the setting sun would hit her skin just right, the brown in her eyes would melt like chocolate and the sea breeze would lift her curls and they would touch her forehead the way i long too.

he was saying something, something about the wine. i agreed, hoping that was the response he was angling for. it appeared so; his tangent continued. the wine was good, twas not a lie i spoke. the crisp flavour and the easiness with which it flowed down my throat spoke of its, his, expense.

i wondered if she liked wine, maybe she preferred the more bitter taste of beer - one i detested. or perhaps she favoured a gin. that i could drink alongside her, on occasion.

i looked up at him, an easy smile stayed on my face feigning my interest. i wondered again why i had agreed to this night, why i was here with him and not with her.

no i knew why.

still i longed to see her dark hair backdropped by the twinkling fairy lights and the cliffs to her side.

the song the couple were singing caught my attention.

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

abruptly i stood. he seemed shocked - well of course he did - i only had enough breath to say…

“i’m sorry”

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The thing about writing is that until you publish it there is 0 cost to fucking it up. You're not using up materials. You're not doing anything that can't be undone. You can fuck around endlessly to figure out what you want and it's free.

Like, yes, ok, you might waste your time

but would you rather waste your time writing or being too scared to write?

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i sit and write poem after poem about them, still feel bad whenever i talk badly about everything that went down and yet i haven’t forgotten how to felt to have to ask them to compliment my hair (i’d completely cut it from my shoulders to a wolfcut/around my ears) and even then they still couldn’t, not really.