Severus Looked At Celeste, Laughing Slightly, “Would You Just Tell Me, So Bella And The Dark Lord Aren’t

Sweet

A reminder to fanfiction snobs who run their mouth and critique the quality of some peoples works.

Not every writer on here wants to be an actual fuckin author.

Not everyone on here takes their writing super seriously.

Some people LIKE to keep things short and very simple

Some people DON'T like to be overly descriptive in their writing.

Some people aren't out here TRYING to write fuckin novels.

Some people perhaps have inattentive ADHD and cannot FOCUS long enough on trying to write novel quality work.

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"You are on probation!" shrieked Professor Umbridge, and Snape looked back at her, his eyebrows slightly raised. "You are being deliberately unhelpful! I expected better, Lucius Malfoy always speaks most highly of you! Now get out if my office!"

Snape gave her an ironic bow and turned to leave.

I hope fanfiction writers know that I think of them like celebrities

I literally scream a little bit whenever one of them interacts with a comment i made on one of their posts like they are literally famous in my mind

thank you fanfiction writers you are literally sometimes the only thing keeping me alive 

Ship Dynamics

Part II

Organized x Chaotic

Workaholic x More laid back

Dancer x Singer

Traditional x Modern

Stoic x Expressive

Realist x Dreamer

Bookworm x Adventure-seeker

Horse girl x Bad boy

Green thumb x Plant killer

Cautious x Reckless

Rich kid x Self-made

Old Soul x Young at heart

Artistic x Scientific

Spontaneous x Planner

Gourmet cook x Junk food lover

Very sarcastic x Completetly literal

Punctual x Always late

Full of nervous energy x Calm as fuck

Minimalist x Maximalist

Tech-Savvy x Technophobe

More: Ship Dynamics Part I

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(yes someone has said that "writing is easy" or "writing isn't that hard" to me before -_-)

Heir to Darkness. The Cursed Born. The Darkling

counting the steps to the door of your heart ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆

how to be a true YEARNER (jk yearn how u want)

⇴ person a watching person b trail further and further off, and person a is frozen in place. person b—though walking away—seems closer than ever through person a's gaze

⇴ being completely hyper-focused on a book, yet every page, every beautiful metaphor reminds person a of person b

⇴ you two are both lying next to each other and you feel asleep. the person next to you has to try their hardest to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. just one stroke of the cheek is all the desire—the chance to have their hands brush across your soft skin.

⇴ "i just can't do it man" "do what?" "i can't just sit in front of them and act like everything's normal. i want more, but i know that it would be wrong to have it. but i need them. i feel crazy—am i crazy?"

⇴ person a keeps thinking about person b, even though they've only met once. once their eyes meet person b's, everything slows. nothing else matters except for the smile on their face. something clicked.

⇴ "have i ever told you that you were the one thing that just made sense?" "no, but go on." and the other person malfunctions because... well where do they start. how do they go about this w/o rambling, or letting their true feelings out?

⇴ the constant need to reach out. the constant need to grab their hand, rub their arm, and put your head on their shoulder.

⇴ wanting to know everything about them—little or big: their daily schedule, what shampoo they use, whether they are feeling the same as you. any crumb of information would be satisfactory

⇴ anxiously bouncing your knee in hopes that you can see them and have a conversation. finding any excuse to come up and talk. you just want to see them and have your eyes fall on their silhouette.

⇴ they laugh at something you said, and the melodious sound of their chuckle carries around the room, gracing your ears. now, you start planning another joke, hoping to hear that warm sound again.

⇴ "i don't think i can hide it anymore. how it's like my heart is on the verge of a heart attack when you text me. how i've delved into all your favorite movies, books, and tv shows ever since you've told me about them. how i wanted to be close to you—not just physically."

⇴ "i kept doing all these things just to see if you would do them with me. i really wanted you to be there with me."

⇴ the way that everything is fine and under control until they take one look at your lips.

⇴ "you're doing that thing by the way. when you lie to make someone feel better? you bite the inside of your bottom lip and nod, then you make this really pitying look with your eyes. like a squinty thing." "...wow"

“Does he love you?” The priest’s eyes grew misty.

Kisara smiled, “In his own way, yes.”

Priest Seto looked out over their kingdom, “Then I am grateful for the knowledge that someday we find each other again. That we are happy then.”

You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain. -The Dark Knight (Christopher Nolan) As the story progresses, Dani lives long enough to accept who she has become.