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When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy (but only if you want to)! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifs (anonymously if you want). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ♡

This is such a wonderful idea! Here are 5 things that make me happy in no particular order :)

1. A really good book

2. The smell of fresh cut grass

3. My dog sage who I love an extreme amount

4. Slam poetry (any type of poetry actually)

5. Spending time with the people I love!

Thank you so much for this fun and positive ask! Answering it really put me in a better mood 💜💚

This art is so beautiful 💙

"At the cottage, Harry held his bedroom door open, and Draco slipped inside, hungry and fumbling and sweet. When they were finished and lying close in the double bed, Harry clumsily kissed Draco on the cheek and pushed the sweaty hair from his brow, willing him to stay the night.

“I dreamed about this once,” Draco said, so softly Harry might have missed it if he hadn’t been waiting for it, in the quiet."

Waiting for that Feeling by @sorrybutblog

a very belated wheel of drarry fic for the very kind and talented iota, who was very understanding and allowed me to gift her an art piece instead of a fic for the exchange. thank you so much for your patience and i hope you like your little gift. this fic has become one of my favourite fluff fics because of how tender each moment is written. honestly, reading it felt like going through an old journal and reading through the smudged ink, finding stories that comfort you and bring you light in the darkest nights. of course, i loved the light angst part, but i especially loved the little moments in the fic where i could find tangible moments. reading this fic felt like a being under a warm blanket during a stormy night. ❤

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Ready or Not 

Hermione had been shaking when she told him. She’d had to clear her throat several times and her pulse was pounding so loud in her ears that she almost couldn’t tell if she’d finally gotten the words out. 

The way Ron had reacted had been enough confirmation. She’d sat frozen as the sucker-punch pain of it all spread across his wide blue eyes and twisted it’s way over his mouth.

 “It’s okay ‘Mione, I understand,” He’d said softly, his cheeks pale and his hands clenched into fists. 

Hermione knew he didn’t. 

She’d never told him that there was someone else. It was never going to happen anyways.

Until…

Until, one night it did. 

They were drunk and giddy in the blue dusk of Harry’s garden when she stumbled and rough hands caught her waist ceasing her fall.

Suddenly, Hermione was looking up into wide eyes and blown out irises and she’d needed to remind herself to draw a breath against the tightness of her rib cage. 

They stood there for a second as if suspended in time before their lips brushed together. The kiss felt like a long time coming, like ready or not. 

When Hermione pulled away she looked up into Ginny’s warm brown eyes and smiled softly. The ache in her chest finally felt warm.

Last Lines Challenge

I saw @phoebe-delia and @the-starryknight do this tag and I loved their snippets so much I wanted to join in! 

This line is from my current wip, you can find the first couple chapters here 

 She waits for Harry to nod slowly, for Draco to dip his head back to the plate in front of him, before winking dramatically. Harry feels the warmth of a blush spread across his cheeks. 

I’m tagging @sorry-i-ship-drarry ,  @silver-de-vonne and anyone else who sees this to share the last lines of whatever they’re writing! 

Ohhhh I love this! It’s so intense and I’m excited to read the whole thing 💙💙

Thank you for the tag Ravena <3 @ravena-wrote

Last Line Challenge

(Basically its where you reblog with the last line of a story or poetry you're currently writing)

Okay please, this is dark though. It's from a fic I'm writing-

God okay, here goes-

"Boys only want love if it's torture," she sung, her voice coming out in whispers, breaths hitting his bare restrained thighs; a steel knife dropped it's reflection on his thigh and as it dripped blood, "Don't, say I didn't, say I didn't-" the knife pierced the skin and the person whimpered through a ball gag, "-warn you," she fixed him with glare.

I'm tagging @emikadreams and @myopicmeerkat and whoever who writes and finds this.

Sirius: today was a great day

Sirius: I ran into snivy!

Lily: how is that great?

Sirius: I was in my car

Lily: