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2024 SUMMER BUCKET LIST IDEAS 👙🍉
i have so many ideas soo maybe pt 2? we’ll see!
outside:
- go surfing (my FAV)
- go on a bike ride
- go to a water park
- have a dinner outside (w friends or family)
- collect sea shells
^ bonus: make jewelry with the sea shells
- go skateboarding
- side walk chalk!!
- make a bonfire
- watch the sunset/rise
- water ballon fight
- play volleyball
- mini golf
- go go-carting
- go snorkeling
inside:
- make a scrap book
- get ice cream
- make bikini boxes (inspo)
- read a book with your friends
- get gas station slurpies
- go to a roller skating rink
- go to a movie
- go to an arcade
misc (these could be inside or outside):
- go to a concert
- make friendship bracelets
- paint your legs (? inspo)
- go to the pool
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So I've decided to make a point. I know hundreds of writers on here have been trying to bring this to the attention of audiences, but it doesn't seem to be getting through. So I'm gonna try. These are the likes, comments, and reblog ratios on some of my fics.
I don't get as many notes as some authors do on here for most of my work, but you can see how out of 447 people that it's underwhelming to receive no comments.
Even on my more popular fanfictions, the comments and reblogs don't even compare to the amount of likes on a post.
And here is a fact that might startle some of you;
Likes mean nothing. They mean nothing on any social media app, and at the end of the day, they mean even less here. Writers want kudos, comments, ideas, and constructive criticism. Writers want your thoughts on the work you just read. Even if it's just a simple red heart emoji or a keyboard smash, that tells us so much and gives us inspiration to write similar content for you and others to enjoy. Reblogs are even more important than comments and most definitely likes. Reblogs allow our work to reach different sides and circles of tumblr. If it's on your mutuals dash because you reblogged it, then more people will see it, read it, and hopefully enjoy it. Reblogs matter, because writers are pouring their heart, soul, pussys, and dicks into these fics and are brave enough to post them. For free. You get to read these fics for free. And the least you can do is drop a comment.
Reblog a fic to your blog if you loved it. Even better, Reblog with tags or write your comments with the reblog. We see all of it, and it makes our day. Please, you're wondering why writers for your favorite fandoms are dwindling here. It's because there is no support. If you support your favorite writers, artists, gifmakers, etcetera, then we might just stick around and continue making free content for you all.
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i love saying yall i love being houstonian
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yall it’s officially lock in week so LOCKKKKK INNNNN
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new hp fic coming tomorrow or wednesday with a very fine character…
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new hp fic coming tomorrow or wednesday with a very fine character…
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Just create the thing you want to create. Because who's going to stop you? Oh, it's you yourself? Well you can't let that bastard win, can you?
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pssssst hey. hey. free and expansive database of folk and fairy tales. you can thank me later
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French tips, ankle bracelets, lip gloss, & hair done mood all summer !
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Hi, I’ve never requested anything before so hope this is okay :)
Can I request a one-shot where reader is a Gryffindor in a secret relationship with Draco and she sneaks into the hospital wing to comfort him after Harry uses Sectumsempra on him?
Thank you!
I LOVE THIS PROMPT IT'S SO CUTE
WC: 860 (sorry it's short)
The rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was a well-known fact within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. The two Houses clashed over the House Cup, Quidditch Tournaments, and practically every aspect of school life. It was a never-ending battle of disagreements and animosity. In the midst of it all, a forbidden love quietly flourished between you, a Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin.
Dating across Houses was not unheard of, but a relationship between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin was a rarity. Aware of the repercussions, you and Draco decided to keep your love hidden from prying eyes. Sharing stolen glances in class, brushing hands in the corridors, and stealing private moments became the essence of your relationship.
Now in your sixth year, Draco appeared distant, his troubles with his father's imprisonment weighing heavily upon him. You did your best to provide comfort and reassure him that you would stand by his side, but it seemed that the weight of his circumstances was slowly chipping away at him throughout the year.
These insecurities about your relationship plagued your thoughts as you sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, attempting to focus on your Astronomy homework alongside your classmate Ron Weasley and a few others. Suddenly, the doors swung open, and Harry Potter burst into the room, an expression of fear etched on his face. He stood before you, his body covered in blood.
Shock silenced the room as you and Ron attempted to voice your concerns. Before you could utter a single word, Harry interrupted, his voice urgent and frantic. "I need your book. Your Potions book. Quick... give it to me..."
With trembling hands, Ron handed over his potions book, and you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper, "What... What happened?"
Harry's response came in a flurry of disjointed words, but your heart skipped a beat when you caught the mention of Draco amidst the chaos. "W-what about Draco?" you managed to blurt out, your concern overpowering any need to conceal your feelings for him.
Ignoring your question, Harry exclaimed, "I'll explain it later!" before hastily leaving the Common Room.
A chilling wave of fear washed over you, leaving your hands cold and trembling. Homework forgotten, anxiety gripped your every thought. Ron attempted to reassure you, his voice filled with concern, "Harry seemed okay, I'm sure it's fine-"
But Ron remained unaware of the depth of your worry, of the true identity of the person you feared for. Of course, you were relieved that Harry appeared unharmed, but the very thought of blood on him, if it wasn't his own, sent shivers down your spine, for it could only mean one thing—Draco was in danger.
After Harry returned, he shared a detailed account of his encounter with Malfoy. He described finding Draco in tears, seeking solace with Moaning Myrtle, and how he had utilized a spell from his potions book, with Snape subsequently handling the situation. While relief washed over you upon learning that Draco was going to be okay, a sense of horror lingered within, though you fought to maintain a composed façade to protect the secrecy of your relationship. As Hermione and Ginny engaged in a heated argument, your head spun with a mix of emotions. Feeling overwhelmed, you found yourself instinctively leaving the Common Room.
"Y/N?" Hermione called out, her voice filled with concern. "Where are you going? It's quite late."
"Just need some fresh air," you replied, attempting to conceal the distress evident in your voice.
Once outside the dormitory, tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you hurried towards the hospital wing. The late hour draped the corridor in silence, with Madam Pomfrey noticeably absent. Only one bed was occupied, and you stealthily entered the room.
"Y/N?" Draco's voice reached you as a whisper, laced with vulnerability. "What are you doing here?"
Offering him a tender smile, your fingers instinctively intertwined with his. "I couldn't stay away, Draco. Not when I knew you were hurting."
Draco's lips curved into a faint smile, gratitude mingling with the lines of pain etched on his face. "You always manage to find me, don't you?"
You leaned in closer, your voice barely a whisper. "That's because you're worth finding, Draco."
A moment of silence enveloped you both, stretching into what felt like an eternity. You searched for words to provide comfort when your thoughts spilled out, revealing your concern. "I heard that you were... crying. To Myrtle?"
Instantly, Draco's defenses rose, his tone defensive. "Did Potter tell you that? I mean, it's utterly absurd—"
Cutting him off, you gently caressed his cheek, your touch a soothing balm against his troubled spirit. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant that if you ever need to talk, cry, or anything... I'm here. I'm your girlfriend, you know."
You smiled reassuringly, watching as a glimmer of moisture pooled in his eyes. Slowly, he sat up, his lips finding yours. The stars dancing across the sky where all that witnessed your romance. In the hushed stillness of the Hospital Wing, the moon cast a glow upon his features, rendering him ethereal.
As your lips parted, he whispered almost inaudibly, "Thank you."
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