recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur
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THIS COMMENT IS MAKING ME CRY CHAIRS AQHSJ😭
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When reading fanfic keep in mind that for professional literature:
Short story: under 7,500
Novelette: between 7,500 and 17,500
Novella: between 17,500 and 40,000
Novel: over 40,000
Fics over 40k are literally a novel written and shared for free. If you have written a 40k+ fic, you have literally written a novel.
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the spirit is not willing and the flesh it is not so into the idea either
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Microfic: Hermione Granger's 12 Step Guide to Getting Along With Pansy Parkinson
@sapphicmicrofics Prompt: Petunias
Hermione/Pansy || 300 words
“Oh, I didn’t realize anyone else was in here,” At her voice, Parkinson glances over at Hermione, who had thought herself the last student in greenhouse five, having stayed so late after herbology to tend to her extra credit project that there was only about 45 minutes left of dinner.
“Hello Granger,” Parkinson returns her attention to the flower bed that she perches on the side of. Her fingers card lovingly through the arrangement of brightly coloured flowers blooming there.
“I’m on my way to dinner, would you like to walk with me?” Parkinson answers with a non-committal hum but rises from the edge of the flower bed all the same. “I’ve always loved the flowers Professor Sprout grows in all of the greenhouses.” She remarks conversationally as the pair of them leave the greenhouse and start back up towards the school.
“They’re different in every greenhouse,” Parkinson says. “The arrangement in greenhouse five reminds me of my mother’s flower garden. She always has petunias, periwinkles and pansies planted nearest to the estate. She says it��s so that I’ll always remember that I’m as beautiful as my namesake.”
“Well, you are-” Hermione stops speaking with an awkward cough, glancing at Parkinson sideways. She watches a small smile quirk the corners of Parksinson’s lips before continuing. “-Beautiful, I mean.”
Her face is warm but she is determined to stop acting so flustered around Parkinson. They’re meant to spend the remainder of the term doing rounds together, she’d rather have the fact that she thinks Pansy Parkinson is attractive out in the open if it may mitigate future awkward moments.
“I seem to recall you saying so after one too many spiked drinks at the ball, darling.” Pansy smirks, lifting a brow. “Don’t worry, I won't soon forget such a candid confession.”
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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
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do not inspect my favourite characters too closely, i swear it will tell you nothing about me. i pinky promise
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"their relationship is strictly platonic" "they're so in love" well, more importantly, they are fucking weird and abnormal about each other in an undeniable way
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Hanging out with old people rules because after a while they trust you enough to confess to murder totally unprompted
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Ron Weasley (ageless), “I’ve come here in support of my best friend, and my older brother, Charlie. Though, I think my wife is a little bit too.”
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happy pride to everyone who recognizes her
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