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This is a random reminder that you are so very wonderful! 💙💙💙

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Preach, sister! ❤

I found myself thinking this morning, after coming across a post about writers I wanted to reblog and scrolling straight past it, ‘well I can’t share that, I’m not much of a writer, am I?’

And then it kind of hit me.

That isn’t true.

It’s true that yes, I haven’t written in quite a while. It’s also true that yes, I’m not exactly sure when I’ll be able find the time or the motivation to write again. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a writer.

If you’ve ever put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, or however else you create words and stories, you are a writer. It doesn’t matter if it’s been days, months, or years since you’ve written. It doesn’t matter if it’s long or short, just a few sentences or multiple pages. It doesn’t even matter if it’s complete or incomplete. If you’ve created something, WRITTEN something, you are a writer.

Time doesn’t matter. Neither does word count.

You are a writer, an author of your own creation, no matter what.

Be proud of yourself. 😊

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Remember when I used to write???

Good times.

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But you should totally read the drabble first!! It was all @ash-castle 's idea, I just played around with it.

Thanks for the rec, darling!!💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

One of my all time fav things you've ever written is the regulily where regulus asks if it's his child or James omg I screamed!! The angst was incredible I loved it and I could picture the scene perfectly 💔💔💔

Oh goodness! Thank you so much Nonnie!!! That was a lot of fun (in an angsty sorta way) to write! 

If you liked that, you might want to try A Relative Relation by @worthfull1! It’s basically a continuation of that drabble and SO AMAZING!!! I highly recommend it. You don’t even have to read the drabble first lol. 

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Oh, my goodness ❤❤❤💐🌸🏵🌹🌺🌻🌼🌷⚘

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Heart Anon is everything that is good about Tumblr and social media in general ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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Soulmates are not your ~other half~, that’s just nonsense. You are a whole person already, not half a person. A soulmate isn’t even inherently romantic. A soulmate is just the other sock in a matched set. You’re still a whole, complete sock on your own, you are perfectly functional paired with any other sock, it’s just that it’s even better when you match. A soulmate is literally just the person (or people) who makes your soul go “!!! Same hat!!!” and wave excitedly.

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Dogs are the best people.

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Six Ways to Support Fan Fiction Authors – The Lallybroch Library

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May your next period be light and end quickly

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Sharp Teeth Chapter Fifteen

“You can certainly go,” Benny said, giving Minerva another quick stroke down her back. “I’ll need to see her again in six weeks, just for a final check-up, but after that I don’t expect you’ll need to come back.” Stepping away of the table, he tugged off his gloves and threw them into the wastebasket in the corner of the room before ambling around to Remus’s side. “Unless, of course, you want to.”

Remus’s head sprang up, confusion and not a little panic twisting through his insides. “What are you saying? Will I need to?”

Benny smiled again. Remus’s eyes went wide. “Not at all. But I wouldn’t mind it if you were in the area and decided to call in.”

Read [here] or click the chapter title

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Mr auror Potter is on duty based @blvnk-art 😍😍😍

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(Inspired by a headcanon i found somewhere).

Sirius stood on the entrance of the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes were following Remus around the room as he, oblivious to Sirius’s presence, paced from one bed to the other with a book in his hands, closing his eyes now and then and muttering something repeatedly, trying to memorize whatever it was he was reading. Sirius watched, with an amused ghost of a smile on his lips, as a cup of steaming tea followed Remus around, and the boy reached for it now and then to take a small sip and then put it back into the air. There was a soft melody in the air, coming from Remus’s muggle “turntable” or whatever, and Sirius closed his eyes, letting the music fill him as he freeze framed the scene in front of him in his mind. After a few minutes, he walked up to Remus, as silently as he could, and took the tea cup from the air to put it safely on one of the bedside tables. He then slipped his arms around Remus’s waist from behind him, tightening them when the werewolf jumped slightly from surprise. “You’re wearing mismatched socks” Sirius muttered against the back of Remus’s neck. He could feel Remus sigh contentedly and close his book, and started to press small kisses on the base of Remus’s skull. “When do I not, though,” Remus answered softly, and Sirius grinned against his hair. “You’re a nerd,” he whispers. Remus swatted at one of Sirius’s arms, and turned around in them, looping his own around Sirius’s neck. “I know.” They started to slowly sway with the music, some jazzy thing that allegedly helped Remus concentrate. They slow-danced around the room, grinning stupidly at each other, completely out of rhythm, book and tea completely forgotten. “Moony,” Sirius whispered against Remus’s cheeks. “My Moony.” Remus closed his eyes briefly, taking in the words, and rested his forehead against Sirius’s shoulder. And for Sirius, that was more than enough.

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Mischief Managed ❤

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Angst • Angst and Hurt/Comfort • Angst and Tragedy hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaaaaaaaa

Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14036439/chapters/32329458

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The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame

illustrated by Charles van Sandwyk