To Theo – our fandom chameleon. I love you, I’m sorry. On the archive: archiveofourown.org/works/65776891

People beefing with the socks have never had sex in a Glasgow tenement I can tell you that FOR FREE!!!

your hesitation to call out people fucking ONLINE means you would rather die than say anything in REAL LIFE TOO! I'm sick of the fucking mentality when you don't owe people anything. you do, actually. you really fucking do. if you want to exist in a community, if you wait around for more followers,

“These is no safety in a non-political space because it does not accommodate me. There is no safety in a non political space because it violates me, ignores me, takes comfort in dehumanizing me..” - Celine on TikTok I’ve been thinking so hard whether I want to address this or not,

Oh yeah, bluesky! Here is a little #DHr drabble for all my girlies who need to be home the SECOND their social battery runs out of juice. And the partners/friends who notice. (100 words on the dot)

Having Dudley Dursley horse racing betting/Luna Lovegood Seer ‘good luck charm’ thoughts this evening.

Neville Longbottom always picks up the tab btw. Nips to the loo and pays it on his way back to the table. He just says goodnight and everyone goes “nooo” but he doesn’t listen, he’s busy helping someone into their jacket. Don’t worry about it, he’s got it!

Narcissa/Blaise (werewolf, post-full moon) Dawn. The shadow of the wane. An end and a beginning at once. He ached, throbbed, stung as his bones and muscles, his steel and sinew, snapped and shrunk and shifted back into their rightful places, his human stomach lurching with residual hunger.

EEK!!!

Her skin anointed with sweat, spit, crusted spend, pussy plugged by his cock, arse by his thumb, Hermione squeezed helplessly, pleading, “P-please may I c-come for you, Daddy?” Draco chuckled, sweeping a calloused palm down her slick spine, then locked it around her nape, “No, control yourself.”

Hermione nuzzled into the undiluted musk at his apex, the coarse, trimmed gold somehow soothing to her flush. She dragged her mouth up his hot length, panting as he pulsed between her swollen lips. Then, when rich cream sprung forth, she closed a nostril over the source, and inhaled with a snort.

SCREAMMMMMM

“On the last day of Eighth Year, Draco takes a walk in the sun.” 7.2k • Rated E ✨Eighth Year ✨Academic Rivals to Lovers ✨Draco Malfoy is Trying His Best 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/62234572 #dramione #dhr #oneshot

The creative block persists but so do I!

gryffindor party!! part 1?? definitely making another part for more snakes 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also someone probably love potioned ron and harry’s drinks for funzies. any guesses who?

Punching fascists is a Hermione Granger approved pass time 🫡 #dramione #dhrart

For WIP Wednesday, the opening lines of “Pass” - an academic rivals to lovers Dramione story, set on the last day of Eighth Year. #dramione #dhr

On my 29th birthday, I set myself a goal to ‘try writing fan fiction and post five stories by the end of my 20s’. It took me ten months to share my first fic. “Somebody’s Daughter” is number five. I will turn 30 on Monday. Got in there right at the death.

The opening paragraphs of a currently unnamed one-shot about grief for #dhrwipwednesday. To really get us into the festive spirit!

it really does tickle me that the only laptop i have access to is the one loaned to me by my employer. standard issue dell as smut tool is so chic actually.

Made up a bunch of things (a lot)

yay!!! another forum for broadcasting my neuroses!