I won't be using this account anymore, but I won't delete any of my works. Even if I won't post do not repost my work.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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shout out to ace and aro kids who are constantly bombarded with the opinion that sex and romantic love are directly connected to living a happy life.
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Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!
#Filipino and No...#I mean I can stand in the water and move#but#Yeah I'll just say I don't#i do like going to swimming pools though
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REMEMBER THAT POST WITH CINDERELLA WHERE HER DRESS CHANGES TO THE COLOR OF YOUR BLOG?
THIS ONE DOES IT TOO!!
I found a bunch more!!
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When you bottle up your feelings so much that when you finally you burst when you're in a small inconvenience thus making you cry uncontrollably and can't seem to get a hold of your emotions.
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⚠️ EMERGENCY ⚠️
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It's about drive, it's about power,
we stay hungry we devour.
Omg im on chapter 1034 and on episode 1000 😭 -lottie
how do y’all get through an anime that long..
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What it's like to bathe in darkness.
Please do not publish my work/ content to different websites and platforms, I only post my work here on tumblr and wattpad.
A/n: So shameless of me to stop writing and give you guys this headcanon thing I thought of.
where you happen to be the secret love child of the Dark Lord, Voldemort, and the consequences you have had to face.
Non-binary!Reader.
Tw: Flashing image!
Gif is not mine.
The beginning to your life.
McGonagall wanted to refuse and maybe talk matters with Albus, but she had this feeling that she shouldn't be, and the desperation in your Mother's eyes was to hard to avoid, she gave in, she was pregnant with you, she thought she was risking her life, bearing you, but when you were finally born and she saw how much innocence was inside you she really regretted ever thinking that way of you, even if you weren't even born yet.
She took the risk of sneaking you out to find refuge somewhere place else, far from your Father, she was tired, trying to fend for you and for herself, having finished given birth and on the move without any rest, was surely exhausting.
She thought of giving you away to the hands of people who could be trusted with you, someone who would raise you to be normal, someone who would consider you as a child and not some future dark lord, and so she sought out to the people of Hogwarts, begging Professor McGonagall to protect her child and to raise them normally.
McGonagall wanted to refuse and maybe talk matters with Albus, but she had this feeling that she shouldn't be, and the desperation in your Mother's eyes was to hard to avoid, she gave in, taking you away from your Mother's arms and holding you in her own, she watched as you stared at her with those big (e/c) doe eyes and just reaching up to her with those little hands of yours that could do no absolute harm.
And when she looked up to talk to your Mother once again, she was gone, McGonagall sighed and looked down at you smiling up at her, McGonagall adjusted the blanket you were wrapped in and went back inside the castle, walking down the hallways towards Albus' office, Albus sat there in his desk, writing away, only stopping when McGonagall approaches him, "Ah Professor McGonagall, What bring you here..?" Albus halted as he stared at the bundle of cloth in McGonagall's arms and stood up to get a look at you.
He pulled down the blanket that covered your face and stared at you, who had decided to sleep while McGonagall was making her way to Albus' office, "And..Who might this be?" Albus asked, looking at McGonagall who was debating whether she should tell him or not, "This..is Tom Riddles child.." she said, watching as Albus took another look at you, "Who brought the child here?" he asked as he caressed your face, watching you peacefully sleep and make small noises, "The Mother did, she brought the child here, presumably after giving birth and fled with the child." McGonagall explained.
"And where is the Mother now?"
"She was gone after I took the child in my arms." McGonagall explained, Albus took you in his arms and took a closer look at you, you didn't look like your..."Father" at all, if Albus had to guess you would look more like your Mother.
"Have you decided to raise the child?" Albus asked, he looked back to McGonagall who nodded as she extended her arms to take you back in her arms, "Does the child have a name?" Albus asked, McGonagall stared longingly down at you, "Y/n." is what she simply said.
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This will be a mini series(probably) that I decided to make, it was only supposed to be headcanons but I thought of making it longer.
Hey guys! Sorry for the long absence, been in a rocky mood when it came to writing lately and I was mostly uploading on my wattpad (Alexander_boopboop, go follow) but I had this sudden urge to write for Harry Potter again, and wanted to just post on tumblr again.
#harry potter#fanfiction#harry potter headcanon#harry potter fanart#voldemort#Dark lord#headcanons#McGonagall#Draco Malfoy#Voldemorts child#albus dumbledore#x reader#angst#probably no comfort#death maybe??#tw: flashing gif
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when you want to end your bio Dad's lineage but then forget he also has other children.
Me:...Well damn, my job just got harder.
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with the recent announcement of the release date for Craptastic Beasts: Dumbledore’s Closet, here’s your reminder to not go fucking see it. Don’t give this terf your money. She WILL spend it on funding transphobic organisations and trying to strip trans women of their rights.
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Hey, so they’re making a Netflix Harry Potter.
With that in mind, we’re all gonna remember that JKR is a terf who has literally been cited by legislators engaged in legislation that actively harms trans people, and we’re not gonna give her any more money.
That means not streaming the new show on Netflix, because regardless of how much influence she has on the production, she gets paid for it.
We’re gonna make the show flop. We’re gonna show Warner Brothers that we don’t forget (of course, how would we forget, it isn’t as if she’s stopped), and that their business association with terfs is no longer profitable.
It is NOT like Lovecraft, because Lovecraft is very dead and his works are in the public domain. By consuming Lovecraft media, you are not giving any money to old Howard.
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Announcement.
Been drifting from Mcyt and dream smp lately.
But I have been getting into Lookism and just taking time with everything, I currently play Cookie run too!
I'm in the process of making a lookism fanfic, and I have just been keeping it in my drafts for no reason, I'm really sorry for being so inactive.
I really wanted to provide you guys content with what you like, but lately I haven't been that in the writing spirit lately, making my current book, Sweater in the Snow, have shorter chapters than what I intended it to have.
I really thought that writing for mcyt was like something that I thought would last long but it seems my interests fade when I stop hyperfixating over something.
I will still keep this blog up and maybe do old requests, but I won't guarantee them having better quality than it used to.
I just really dissapointed in myself for letting things be like this but there's nothing I can do with it than accept it, I hope you guys understand.
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scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
#I hit my hand against the fan#I jumped on top of a pillow and got a scar from it's zipper#Fell in the playground of my school#fell in a hole/gap in my school#the two last ones were like on both each on my elbow
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9/11 is coming up - and with it, a sharp spike of anxiety that always accompanies the anniversary. each year our community deals with attacks, threats, even deaths. each anniversary i don’t leave my house. i don’t go to the masjid.
i remember the time someone shot up the side of our mosque when we were inside
i remember the time someone chased two young hijabis with a taser
i remember the time someone intentionally swerved towards me when i was crossing the street and i stood frozen in fear
i remember the time someone slipped a knife threat into my mailbox
or the times my friends and i have been verbally assaulted in crowded public spaces and nobody said a word
call out racism and islamophobia when you see it. check in on your muslim neighbors and friends. refuse to tolerate the bigotry and hate that takes lives and spreads fear - both in public and online. stand united with us against hate.
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Writers2021 supports Mcytblr artists! 💜
(Y’all are so talented I swear-)
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