no ship wars, we multiship like adults

no love triangles, we polyship like adults too

today is fanfiction writer’s appreciation day, and I thought about what I wanted to do for today, but I decided that the best thing I could is this.

here’s for the writers that didn’t receive any asks today

here’s for the writers that didn’t make any appreciation list

here’s for the writers that weren’t mentioned anywhere

here’s for the writers that aren’t popular

here’s for the writers whose fics are never rec’ed

here’s for the writers whose fics have a low kudo/commenting rate

here’s for the writers that don’t get reblogs/likes

here’s for the writers that abandon their work half way because they think it sucks (spoiler: it does not)

here’s for the writers that were bashed for whatever they wrote

here’s for the writers that feel like giving up 

here’s for the writers that feel anxious when they post a fic

here’s for the writers that struggle to write

here’s for the writers that never publish anything

here’s for all writers. No matter who they are, what fandom, what ship: you guys are amazing and you make fandom a better place. 

Keep writing.

<3 

Three Words, Eight Letters

For my sweet @icanhelpyouthere, who is made of sunshine, pixie dust, and fire, and always gives me hope and makes me smile. I love you so much, even if I don’t say it enough <3 

Harry told him all the time. 

When Draco smudged ink on his cheek while he was working. When Draco was grumpy and bleary-eyed in the morning, his hair a disaster and his features still softened with sleep. When Draco complained about how Harry folded their clothes and shooed him away, grumbling and spelling their shirts into crisp, precise squares. When Draco pulled Harry into his arms after Harry woke up sweating and trembling, his grip tight but his kisses gentle. When Draco surprised him in between classes by shoving Harry into his chair, crawling under his desk, and blowing him so thoroughly that Harry couldn’t stand for several minutes afterwards. When Draco was mewling underneath him, scratching down his back and writhing as Harry moved inside him, his thrusts relentless and dizzying but somehow still gentle. Always that.

Harry told him all the time.

And no matter how often he heard it, it never failed to make Draco’s chest tighten. He couldn’t figure out why it had this effect on him. It shouldn’t. It’s only three words. Eight letters. And people use this phrase constantly: after a friend makes them laugh, to thank a stranger for their kindness, to make a family member smile. It can’t have the same meaning for everyone, not when it’s used so carelessly. Really, it shouldn’t matter. 

But it matters to Draco.

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Em, I’m sitting here bawling right now but for the first time today, my tears are out of raw, real happiness. I started crying as soon as I read the title, because I knew what this would be like, because I know you. I love you with every cell in my body and, like Harry, I know how you feel even when you don’t say it. I can’t thank you enough for this. 

Happy October everyone! The start of my favorite three months of the year :) My friend and I took some fun autumny shots yesterday and I thought you guys might like to see some. 

You’re RIDICULOUSLY pretty, I can’t deal with it

goldentruth813 said: You’re so pretty alpha-exodus said: *gasp* H A N N A H prongsxdoe said: HANNAH YOU’RE GORGEOUS <333 themalfoymanner said: *kisses you* 

omfg you guys stop this <3 

There's this Thing that y'all don't seem to get.

Gryffindors don’t give a shit about rules. The most hardline of them don’t even care about people. They care about justice. Right or wrong, black or white, there are no shades of grey. If it’s just, it’s always just; if it’s unjust, it’s always wrong. Hermione’s ruthlessness makes her a Gryffindor. She is absolutely sure that she is on the side of justice in everything that she does, and it’s such a Gryffindor trait.

Because Slytherins are ruthless, but they care about rules. Their own rules, usually, but rules nonetheless. They will impose parameters and limitations on themselves just so they have a framework to operate within. If doing something means violating their own internal code, then they’re not gonna do it. Even fucking Voldemort is like that. He broke every single fucking rule the Wizarding World ever put in place, but damn if he’d break his own.

And Ravenclaws? They hate rules. Fucking things just get in the way. They prevent creativity and keep people from accomplishing their goals. Ravenclaws are probably some of the most dangerous people in the entirety of the book series, because they’re brilliant and creative and ambitious and prideful, and when they snap, they do not have inhibitions. They will wreck everything that ever had the nerve to get in their way, and they will never once feel bad about it.

And then there’s Hufflepuffs. They emphasize equality. If the playing field is equal, then all other good things will come from there. People hear that, and they think that Hufflepuffs are pushovers. They cast them as the shy ones, the fearful ones, the insecure ones. Really, they’re none of these things. They are nice, accepting, friendly, this is all true, but they are also entirely willing to fight anyone that steps up to the plate talking shit. Hufflepuffs will defend themselves and other people until they drop dead, and it’s infuriating to see that only ever attributed to Gryffindors. Because the big difference is that a Gryffindor believes in acceptable causalties, and a Hufflepuff will knock your teeth down your fucking throat for even suggesting such a disgusting idea. For Hufflepuffs, there are no acceptable casualties; any loss of life is utterly unacceptable.

There are a lot of people that talk about House stereotyping, and then turn around and perpetuate further stereotypes. Gryffindors are not necessarily knights in shining armor; Slytherins are not necessarily callous villains; Ravenclaws are much more than just intelligent, and Hufflepuff is not the motherfucking potato House.

Proud Puff.

No wonder hogwarts is so dangerous. No one fucking follows the rules.

To my wife icanhelpyouthere, who is having a rough day (which is terrifically unfair because she is an amazing person who always brings joy to others & deserves beautiful things)

You should check out this choose your own adventure Drarry fic

It’s hilarious & adorable & should help make you feel better

EMILY I’M CRYING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH <3