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at this point, anything... something that makes me jittery while writing & excited to share afterwards

Only you #dramione 💕

every time a guy calls me "intimidating", I mentally add one more cat to my limit for single cat lady life. I've added 4 since I started this rule, which is a lot more cats than I was originally planning to get

and there, tied around a reaching branch, something new yet old: her yellow ribbon.

the first thing he sees when the bus pulls into the street is the oak tree under which he spent not nearly enough summer days. it looks the same despite the numbers of passing years, bearing the same brown bark where their names are etched, the same green, the same longlasting hope.

he wanted to put a ring on her fourth finger and watch her watch it glimmer too.

for now, he pulled her atop him, became her the canopy, the sky; the yellow ribbon in her hair, sun streak.

he asked, will you wait for me?

she answered, you'll see.

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she was beautiful with the shine of laughter on her face, and the sun through her wiggling fingers, like she was angling to capture the whole sky. he wanted to bring it down to the ground for her, the heavens, clouds, birds, and all, if she wanted for him to;

my top artist isn't who you're thinking of...

my spotify wrapped tells me I'm gay and moody, how surprising!

draco: i hate that half-kneazle demon
also draco:

#dramione #dracoandcrookshanks

never a dull moment with you ♥️

#harrypotter #ronweasley #hermionegranger #harrypotterfanart #thegoldentrio

hello thank you for being here!! I really missed writing hehe I wish our fandoms overlap again soon

as a reprieve, as a good day's blessing, then Alina is a miracle made just for him.

There is something about Alina in the sun that allows Aleksander to unhand the world's darkness and just be.

The Alina beside him now tugs their hands under her warm knit throw and fills him in on the normal day-to-day lives their children are living, and the sun's last glows and his warmth by her side deepen the lines around her smiling eyes. If Aleksander takes these moments, rare as they are to come by,

lounging in the park on what was supposed to be a typical Saturday, yellow sundress straight on grass, sunglasses pushed up on her forehead, novel abandoned to watch children run around the fountain instead, and that soft smile on her face, the carefree epitome of summer and contentment.

There is something about Alina in the sun.

Days when Aleksander rejoins her before sunset finds them sitting out the last of the daylight in their backyard, or sometimes at the esplanade, or in the parks. There is still a resonance of the first time he laid eyes on her,

I didn't remember my own username but I just followed u!

it's time for the world to see! and for you to let it fly

hello friend!!! happy to have you

I do!! it's about the story not the completeness. besides even if it's not complete, we have something called... imagination

I don't think so?? let's follow each other and then remain too shy to interact on there 🤣

you're a big part of why I moved back 🥰

I love tumblr but I don't interact with anyone on it & there's 0 curating going on on my blog 😅

I haven't written fic in so long, do y'all still like me?

well hello I am back on here ig

pet, nice and willing 😵‍💫