Almost Every Single Question Ben Asked Was Heavily, Heavily Loaded And The Potential To Be A Disaster.

This man.  Ugh.

Hate hate hate how when I get angry there is a physical reaction but it's not glowing eyes or growing claws or something it's crying. This feels unfair.

Coming into a fandom late

Love this. So true ❤️️

Writing is not always writing.

Writing is being on the train and mentally seeing your OCs stumble into other people, or flinching away from the germ-ridden handrails, or sleeping on each others’ shoulders.

Writing is hearing a song on the radio and watching one of your scenes play out to the lyrics.

Writing is laying on your floor or sitting by your computer and spending hours collaging newspaper clippings or pictures or people or plants together and making something that is completely, uniquely, your story.

Writing is drawing your characters in your notebooks, and making tea only your one, picky character would drink, and writing an open letter to all your characters just to remind them you love them.

Writing is moodboards, and playlists, and crafts, and asks, and prompts, and pictures, and memories, and you.

So never think that just because you’re not putting words on a page, you’re not a real writer. Writing is something that follows you everywhere, beyond the word document, and beyond the screen.

Because writing isn’t something you do. It’s something you are.

buying books & reading books..two different hobbies.

Yes, my friends are a bit eccentric, but that's how we were born. We can't win the "Cuties of the Year" contest. Do I wish people didn’t see us as monsters? Sure, I do. But life has dealt us such cards, we play by its rules.

Oh gawd every time you think it's over it gers BETTER

🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻

Chapter Five: Firewhisky and Tampons

Placing the pink stick back in its cup, Draco then picked up the oddly shaped cotton balls in the bright cardboard box she had left by the sink.

Tampons. Extra absorbent.

What the fuck was a tampon?

The shiny cylindrical thing didn’t seem absorbent to him. He thumbed the edges, finding the transparent material coating the object peeled away, revealing the tightly woven cotton beneath.

A string dangled down from it, which Draco picked up, finding he could slip his index finger underneath the knot tied at the end.

How in Merlin’s name was this shit supposed to be used?

He tentatively began to swing the thing around, whirling it in circles until it became a blur of white. He’d hoped spinning it would activate it somehow, but the moment he stopped it just hung limply from his finger.

Draco read the title on the box again, taking note of its apparent absorption properties.

“Suitable for heavy flow” he read out loud.

Flow of what?

Understanding jolted him forward and he hurried to turn on the tap. The clear stream sprayed down into the sink, and he thrust the thing under the water. Under the flow.

Merlin, he was a genius.

Wow.  These are beautiful!  I wish I had the time to try and replicate <3

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