#this was not going to be sad

[caramelapplesauce]

happy birthday to the queen herself, lily jane evans <3

30 January 1971

יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ,” יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ, יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ לְשׁוֹשָׁן “יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ

(Yom huledet sameach,

Yom huledet sameach

Yom huledet sameach le'shoshan

Yom huledet sameach)

All around the table, the Evans were all looking at Lily expectantly. Her mom broke the silence and said, “Go on and blow at your candles, sweetheart. Make a wish.” 

Lily closed her eyes tightly and wished for an adventure. Up until that point, Lily didn’t have many friends, besides Petunia and the very nice, poor boy she had befriended this past Hanukkah. She wanted something more. She dreamed of living in a kingdom and being the most favored princess of village. She wanted to have people love her like she loves others. 

She blew out her candles with this in mind.

30 January 1977

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“CHA, CHA, CHA!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“CHA, CHA, CHA!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LILLLLYYY!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“CHA, CHA, CHA!” 

Everyone was gathered around Lily and the three tier cake that Marlene was able to get the house-elves to make. They were all smiling wildly and waiting for her to make her wish. She closed her eyes and wished for peace. She wished that she would stop wanting Se-Snape to be with her celebrating her legality in the wizarding world. She wish that his words didn’t hurt anymore. She wished that the world outside was as kind and joyful as it is right now in the Gryffindor common room. She wished that Voldemort didn’t exist and that this war would be over before they graduated. 

She blew out her candles with this in mind. 

30 January 1981

“Happy birthday to you!”

*baby babbles*

“Happy birthday to you!”

*baby babbles*

“Happy birthday, to mama!”

*baby babbles*

“Happy birthday to you!”

Harry, who was in James arms, starts clapping and laughing giddily. James laughs as well and moves to give Lily a kiss on the forehead. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispers to Lily as he pulls her into a little side hug, “Go on and make a wish.”

He gestures towards the little round brownie cake that him and Harry made. It had a three candles in it. Lily closed her eyes and wished for all of her loved ones to make it through the war safely. They were going on Order missions every other day and more and more of her friends were dying. Marlene was ambushed at her home in late November and Dorcas was soon after. Remus was undercover constantly and Sirius was getting frustrated with how long this war has been going on. Lily just wanted everyone she loved to make it to the end. 

She blew out her candles with this in mind. 

30 January 1982

וֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ,” יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ, יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ לְשׁוֹשָׁן “יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ

(Yom huledet sameach,

Yom huledet sameach

Yom huledet sameach le'shoshan

Yom huledet sameach)

Remus voice was just above a whisper as he sang to the lone candle he was holding. His tears fell silently as he closed his eyes and wished for Harry to be okay. He wished that he saw it coming. He wished he saw the signs that his boyfriend was going to betray his favourite person in the world. He wished that her sacrifice was worth it.  He wished for his best friend to come back. He wished everything were different. He whispered, 

“אני אוהב אותך פרח השושן שלי” 

(I love you, my lily flower)

He blew out the candle with this in mind.

[artsymeeshee]

Felt a need to draw hugs (thinking about sea grunks has made me extra emotional :’))

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[habken]

I had a vision

[novaneondream]

it’s our turn to make you smile

[melonsharks]

au where everything is the same except mabel and dipper have been going to gravity falls every year before the show takes place since like kindergarten.

its a pretty simple premise that derives mostly from my desire to explore interpersonal relationships and the ways a place and people can change from a young child’s point of view. it doesn’t change canon that much either, admittedly, i just wanted to draw childhood friends stuff LOL. ill call it uhhhhhhhh every summer au.

[amiibo-king]

it's come to my attention that a lot of people don't know about bluemaxima's flashpoint and genuinely think they'll never be able to play their favorite 00s internet games ever again so i just want to remind everyone that flashpoint is a huge internet flash game preservation project that allows you to play just about any internet flash game/animation despite the death of flash. if they've got it in their database (and they probably do) you can play it. go forth and drink in the 00s nostalgia

even if you think there's no way they'll have the game u want. they probably do anyway. when i first downloaded flashpoint i thought for sure theres no way they will have the obscure flash game i played for hours as a kid that was only even available on the internet for like 2 months in 2006. but you know what. they had it. seriously, download flashpoint

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[socvincjpeg]

No bc if i fumbled ford as badly as bill did i'd be on the news

Edit for clarity: The text says ‘I Grow Maddened’!!

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[wojtekaneko]

That's how it went

[newttxt]

leashes for zosan

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Crowley bby you did your best and you deserves a gold "you tried" star but a group of two is NOT a clear definition AT ALL

[inkskinned]

how odd, to watch the creative writing exercises of angry men in the comments of instagram. you noticed it first in the comments of conventionally attractive women - but then it started appearing everywhere else, too.

a young man talks about what lunch he's packing his wife. there is a little story under it, with 300 likes, fabricated from nothing. "this is pointless. if you treat her like this, she will take the lunch to her office and fuck her boss and divorce him and take all his money."

you scroll. a young woman talks about what lunch she's packing for her husband. it is always uglier when the subject of the video is a woman, you've noticed. "you sit on camera and you smile and you are cheating with the neighbor and then you're going to lie about being sexually assaulted by your husband and -"

you stop reading. it has 567 likes.

where did this even become a thing? people making up stories in their head, disgusting long-winded assumptions about intention and sexual disgrace. the evil twin of fanfiction.

like - it's just a lie. it's a lie that they are telling, baldfaced and assumptive. the undercurrent is of course misogyny, but the trouble is that they're so fucking certain. that's what makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise. there is this pervasive, inventive desire for them to be right. that they must be right. all women are cheating, lying, gold-digging bitches. no exceptions.

in the reverse, when women say i'd rather meet a bear in the woods than a strange man - men funnel in from the sides. they defend each other with a vibrance and capacity for empathy you wish applied to like, the other half of the population. a man could be saying i absolutely did kill her and these creatures in the comments would rise up with king shit. she made it happen. they love each other to the point of this sick strange self-gaslighting, a fervent and unhinged cognitive distortion. all men are good, wonderful people. all women are terrible, conniving, seditious, annoying.

and when did it become okay to just, like... say that kind of a thing? at one point, you find yourself typing out a witty and snappy retort. why are you spending so much time fantasizing about other people babe. but as you stare at the screen, some part of you pictures this man in public, saying these things to your face. his soapbox, high and mighty. his mirrored sunglasses and his empty life: tired and lonely.

what a sad and horrible loop he's locked in. he is terrible to women, so women don't talk to him, which he uses as an excuse to act more terribly. he blames this "failure" on women, rather than on his behavior. it cannot be that he is the problem (that the solution is to just put his ego down and accept women as equals) - he begins to invent a sculpture to replace the flesh frame of each person he sees.

it isn't just a woman posing on the beach. it is now a slut with a desperate need for each person to crave her body. it isn't just a woman yelping with surprise during something upsetting. it is a hysterical, unhelpful cretin who will probably make things worse instead of better. it isn't a person.

someone's very sweet wedding vows get moderate attention on instagram. in the comments, a man says good fucking luck you'll waste your life providing while behind your back she's absolutely fucking the best man. this will be so cringe in 2 months when she walks out on you.

you think - is that what you need to be true? is that what you need to happen, for the world to make sense to you?

[the-holy-ghosted]

Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man

[ribbittrobbit]

these kids are incredibly stressed out

[softestaries]

I'm cracking up at the idea of Fourteen bumping into an old companion in Tesco's or something and them instantly being like 'YOU'RE BACK? WHAT HAPPENED? IS IT THE DALEKS ? IS THE WORLD ENDING AGAIN? DO YOU NEED HELP?' And Fourteen is just stood there like 'i'm just here for milk??'