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Amazon Unveils a [Horrifying] Fanfic Publishing Platform

Today, Amazon announced the imminent launch of its newest endeavor, Kindle Worlds, a publishing platform for fanfiction. When I read the announcement, I was horrified, then angry, then sad. I want to take a moment to explain why this is such a tragedy.

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why do i feel like fred listens to modern baseball

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fred and george have the same energy as crash and eddie from ice age and no I will not elaborate

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I have this headcannon that dating Fred means always hanging out with George like double dates and making George third wheel and just you being invited to tag along with whatever they’re doing because George is like Fred’s third limb like what do you mean you don’t want George to come?? Kind of vibes

But dating George means Date Nights and Planned Things because he wants it to be special and you probably actually rarely even see Fred because George never invites you to hang out with Fred because when you’re together he wants it to just be about You and not about you & Fred and Fred hates you because you’re always taking his brother away when they have things to do!!

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reblog if you want a hug from remus lupin

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As a writer I’m begging you, please, please, PLEASE, comment on fics.

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Fred: I hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process"- like hell if i know

Fred: “what’s going on in that head of yours?”- nothing I want to be a part of

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tell me why i thought today was tuesday

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Inertia || A Fred Weasley Love Story

modern au, voldemortless au, fred x oc, cedric x oc

warnings: underage drinking drug use,, cursing, hints at underage sex

(can be found on ao3 or wattpad)

ao3, wattpad , modernau!hp , msg me

p a r t  t w o:

“Told you you’re a slut.” 

“I am not a slut!” I cried, albeit a little more dramatically than intended, and started when a snicker came from behind us. I swung around to witness Fred murmuring something to Ron, whose face was red and grin shit eating. 

“I’m not!” I exclaimed again, glaring at the two of them stubbornly. George walked quickly to push past and join Alice and I, sidling up next to me as I turned back around, crossing my arms in frustration. 

“Don’t mind them.” George was saying gently, and I sensed Alice glancing back as well, sticking her tongue out at the boys. “Fred’s just jealous. It’ll take him a couple of days, but he’ll stop being a dick soon.”

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SEND ME A LYRIC PROMPT ?

“ I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid” -- motion sickness, pheobe bridges

“Annie, I want you to marry me, we'll wait a few years. I don't mean to frighten you, I just wanna be clear “ -- acolyte,  slaughter beach, dog

“I love it when you call my name.” -- strawberry blonde, mitski

“ I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself “ -- seashore, the regrettes

“ I hope you mean it when you say that I am yours and you are mine” -- romeo & juliet, peter mcpoland

“ You have all these beginnings while I've got ends that I didn't want” -- shower song, fredo disco

 “ She hides like a child but she's always a woman to me “ -- she’s always a woman, billy joel

“ Good Morning Beauty Queen, smiling like I've never seen” --   good morning beauty queen, jacob sigman

“And I miss my mum and dad... Why's it so hard to tell them that?” -- twenty two and some change,   stephen day

“ baby there ain’t another thing about livin’ that makes me feel the way that you do “ -- nicholas sparks, kinda collective

“ And besides you're probably holding hands with some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands, and all I wanna do is ride bikes with you and stay up late and watch cartoons. “-- nothing came out, the moldy peaches

“No one tells me what to do, I do exactly what I want to” -- don’t be a fuckboy, netherfriends

“She’s nearly perfect in every way, but she’s got shit taste in movies.” -- butterflies, samsa

“ Goldfish crackers when I'm tryna fake a smile, and then black coffee when I'm tryna walk a mile.” -- goldfish crackers, gold revere

“We don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, we can stay right here all night.” -- interia, brother moses

“ You lift up your hips for me to help me take it off. And would you fake it to be good to me, cause I've been proven wrong “ -- don’t say nothing, del water gap

“ Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby “ -- golden slumbers, the beatles

 “Choke me like you love me.” -- e-girls are ruining my life, corpse & savage ga$p

“ When I can hardly walk and my hair is falling out, we'll still stay up till morning- we'll throw an after-party.” - act my age, one direction

 “Sunday morning, and I’m falling.” -- sunday morning, the velvet underground

“I need to be alone, or I’m gonna lose my shit.” -- i need to be alone, girl in red

“So if anybody fucks with you, I’ll knock their teeth out.” -- (can we be friends), conan gray

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Jim Hopper’s morning routine

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I love Harry Potter for the story that it told and the comfort it has given me my whole life but let me make this clear. I will ALWAYS support the lives of trans people, non-binary people, people of colour and the lgbtqia+ community. I do not support anything JK has said. Harry Potter has been love and light for me over the years. I hope we can take the message I got from this story, of standing up for what is right and the people that need help, the people that you love, and make it the lasting memory of the series. Not the author.

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Reblog if you have open doors (Messages/Ask Box) for your followers.

Whether they:

just want a friend 

really need to talk

want advice/to vent

need someone to help stand up to a bully with them

need moral support through something in their life (or life in general)

Want to have an indepth conversation about a topic you may both be interested in or open to learning about one another’s opinions

or literally anything else!

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Calico Skies || A George Weasley Love Story

george x oc, soulmate au

warnings: brief mention of horror illustrations

"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves."

What a load of rubbish, thought George as he put the book down and walked away.

read on ao3 or wattpad, requests are open

Chapter One: Faina

Faina Davis could have sworn that the man in front of her had just appeared out of nowhere.

She'd been walking back to the tube, arms full of groceries, minding her own business when a tall, ginger man was suddenly in her way. Faina had nearly ran into him, and stumbled as she tried to keep hold on all of her items, blinking and huffing at the man, who seemed to be just as surprised and agitated as she was.

"Excuse me, watch where you're going." She hissed, hugging her groceries protectively as she tried to get around him. But to her surprise, he grabbed her arm, pulling her back a little and causing her to lose grip on the full bag in her arms. She let out a little gasp as the bag tipped out of her reach and onto the street, it's contents spilling out as it did so.

"Damn it!" She cried, getting to her hands and knees, scrambling to get her food out of the way of pairs of feet attached to annoyed passersby.

"Oh- blimey, I'm so sorry." The man was saying, getting to his knees as well, attempting to help. Faina made a pitiful sound as she watched a man step on her bananas, and give her a confused glare as he wiped his shoe on the pavement. She sat back and looked sadly at the small amount they'd managed to get back into her bag, doing the math in her head of how much money she'd just lost.

"I really am sorry." The man was saying again, staying on his knees in front of her. It occurred to Faina how funny the pair must look, and got to her feet hurriedly, brushing herself off and lifting her bag in her arms again.

"Yeah, you said that already. I'll be going, now." She replied curtly, and tried to move past him.

"No way, sorry, I'm just- could you maybe- where are we?" He asked shyly, having moved to block her path. The woman blinked at him, and suddenly felt very shy under his gaze. His eyes were wide, nervously darting around the city center, and Faina suddenly felt her anger falter, replaced by worry for the stranger.

"We're- we're right by the Covent Garden stop. Are you alright? Have you hit your head, maybe?" The groceries loosened in her grasp as she examined his forehead. It didn't seem to be banged up in any way, and the man shook his head frantically, running a hand through his hair.

"No, no. I just- my brother played a prank on me is all. And I'm not sure how to get back, as it happened before I could grab my wa-" He paused, glancing at Faina, who was looking up at him in curiosity. She found him attractive, she realized, with his long nose and big eyes. She blushed when she realized it might look like she'd been staring a little, not realizing he was looking for words.

"Your wallet?" She suggested kindly.

"Yeah- yes. Yes exactly. My wallet." He said the word like it was forigen in his mouth, and Faina wondered if maybe he wasn't from around the city. She couldn't really place his accent- but then again, Faina had a hard time placing British accents, having grown up in the US.

"My wallet-" He was repeating, "And I just- I got nervous, I suppose, since I heard your American accent. But we're somewhere in London. We are in London, right?" The man whipped to look at Faina directly, panic in his eyes. Faina laughed nervously.

"Yeah, we're in London. Are you sure you didn't hit your head? Have you maybe been... Drinking?" She said cautiously, unsure of how the man might react to such a suggestion. He huffed slightly, and ran a hand through his hair again, making it stick up in a stupid way. His clothes were also rather strange, Faina realized, examining the brown corduroy suit, matching suit jacket and purple button up. It looked as though he was from another century. Or had been dressed by an old woman. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the outfit.

"I haven't been drinking." The man said with a huff, looking around, seeming exasperated, "I was working. And then Fred-" He stopped, shaking his head and wringing his hands. "Ah, that bloody twat. I'm going to kill him when I get home." Faina laughed slightly, then frowned. "Do you need fare for the tube, then? I have a monthly pass, I can swipe you in if you need." The man clapped his hands, nodding at her frantically.

"Yes- yes, exactly. I- I have to get to uh.." He paused, fumbling around his suit for something, and brought out a little address book, flipping through it. "I need to find 48 Charing Cross road." He said firmly, snapping the book closed. Faina frowned, brow furrowing, and fumbled around herself for her phone.

"I'm actually pretty sure that's super close to here." She murmured, and the man peaked over her shoulder as she opened Google Maps. "What was the address again?"

"48 Charing Cross." The man said distractedly, seemingly fascinated with her phone. Faina got a little nervous as he leered over her shoulder, and shot him a confused look, gripping the thing tighter as it loaded.

"Ah- yeah, yup. It's like a four minute walk from here. I can walk you there if you need, it's on my route to the station."

"Would you really!" He seemed so relieved to not have to navigate the streets himself, and Faina frowned again.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? Is there maybe someone I could call for you?" She said in a serious tone. The man offered her a crooked grin.

"No, I really appreciate the offer. I really am fine, just a little disoriented, I suppose. But if I can get back to that address, then I know exactly how to get back home." "Okay.." Faina let out, singing it a little in a disbelieving tone. But the man just continued smiling, and she gestured with her phone. "It's that way." "Oh- right. Ah- I'm George, by the way." He said, awkwardly sticking out his hand as they walked. Faina struggled a little with switching her phone to the hand clutching her groceries to her chest, and shook the offered hand lightly.

"Faina." She said gently, going back to clutch her bag.

"Do you um- Can I carry that for you?" George asked gently, noting how she was struggling.

"No, thanks. I'm all good." She offered him a tight smile, and he seemed to retract a little, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked.

"It's pretty much a straight shot." Faina felt like mentioning after they'd fallen into an uncomfortable silence. It was a little hard navigating and walking with her big bag at the same time, so she finally clicked her phone to sleep and slid it into her jacket pocket. The man hummed in acknowledgment, and they fell into silence again.

"What do you do, Faina?" He asked gently. His long strides were hard to keep up with, and Faina felt a little faint at the idea of keeping up a conversation as well.

"Me? I'm a uh- I'm a personal stylist." "Personal Stylist?" George asked curiously.

"Yeah. I basically tell people what to wear." She blew some hair out of her face, and George noticed her struggling.

"Are you sure I can't help with the bag?" He asked again, and she huffed slightly, feeling very agitated by the whole situation.

"We're almost there." She grunted. He stayed quiet again, and they continued without speaking until they arrived at their destination.

"This is it! Thank you, Faina, you've been a great help." The man exclaimed, moving to shake the woman's hand again. She did so awkwardly, and he paused for a second before going into the building.

"Well, okay, I'll be going then." Faina finally muttered, turning to walk away.

"Ah- um, wait." The man called, and she turned to see a small card being tucked into her grocery bag.

"Call me sometime. I owe you a drink, at the least, for helping me today." George offered her a slightly shy smile, and Faina blinked at him for a few moments.

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you around, George." He nodded, and waved slightly, and then just sort of stood awkwardly as he waited for her to turn and return on her walk. Upon doing so, there was something that urged her to glance back at the man, and to her astonishment, he was gone.

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Dear December, please be good to me.

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 Inertia || A Fred Weasley Love Story

"We aren't friends?" Fred's tone was hard to read. "Well, I don't know, would you call us friends?" "Yeah?" I hummed thoughtfully. His face contorted into a forced smirk. "What, were you hoping for something more, Sterling?" I rolled my eyes, and his expression faltered. "No dude, I just mean we don't really hang out or anything." "I guess you've got a point. You gotta admit though, it's a nice thought, you and me?" "Fred Weasley, in a relationship? Unheard of."

modern au, voldemortless au, fred x oc, cedric x oc

warnings: underage drinking drug use,, cursing, hints at underage sex

ao3, wattpad, msg me

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Cho Chang: The character who had her boyfriend murdered when she was only fifteen and the government telling the public it was a “freak accident”, struggling with depression she literally joined a rebel alliance against her parents wishes with the goal of avenging her boyfriend, learnt how produce a patronus [which is difficult enough magic for anyone, let alone someone in her position], and two years later illegally snuck into Hogwarts to help fight in one of the biggest wizarding wars in history when she had no obligation too.

Cho Chang: Branded “weak” by fandom.