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taylor price
NASA
Peter Solarz
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sade Olutola
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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Stranger Things
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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trying on a metaphor
todays bird
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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“The fruit was never an apple”
Max Svabinsky, (1873-1962)
“In Paradise” circa 1918
Trope Classic - Confession
for Harringroveweek
March 16, 1976 — the night Regulus Black’s life ended. Some things are worse than death, and being a werewolf is one of them. After being bitten and stripped of his future, Regulus struggles to find meaning. Time will show, however, that he may not be as alone as he thinks. Through unexpected friendships and maybe even something more, Regulus begins to realise that life was never meant to be lived for others. Or; it takes nearly dying for Regulus to learn what it truly means to live.
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Where the Stars Shine Brighter - Chapter 17
“I’ve missed you so much,” Sirius whispered. As he looked down at Remus, it was as if he were admiring something holy. His touch was tender, the air thick with the sanctity of the moment. Even asleep, Remus reacted, his eyelashes fluttering as he tilted against the touch, the creases on his face easing as he was comforted. Sirius continued to smooth out the lines along Remus’ face with a ghost of a smile on his face, repeating it until all signs of pain were gone. Suddenly, his eyes flicked to Regulus, as if sensing he was being watched. He held his finger to his mouth with a coy grin, quietly whispering, “Shh.” And then, with a wink, he stood and followed the other footsteps to the door, leaving them alone in the shack. There was nothing other than the gentle songs of the morning birds, the room grown still. Regulus was still thinking about the foreign look in his brother’s eyes as he drifted off again, dreaming of stags and wolves and dogs running through the woods, of stretching his legs to go faster, and faster, and faster…
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jegulus would be such girl dads. like. regulus would pick out little dresses for her and do her hair and james would buy her flowers and treat her like a princess.
im sayinggg
Jegulus revamped for @interstellar-jay
Scene from "How Far Are You Willing To Go?"
He froze, watching the screen in disbelief. He couldn’t even breathe. His pulse thrummed in his ears, his eyes burning. She couldn’t—they couldn’t have... Bambi’s mum couldn’t be dead.
James' first traumatic experience <3
happy werewolf transgenderism wednesday
guy who’s terrible at sucking dick but he had a bad childhood so you have to grade on a curve because otherwise you’d make him sad and he’s already had a hard enough life
Buckle up homies, I'm about to get controversial on main and stir some pots but someone’s gotta say it.
Dramoine fanfiction blurs the lines between gift economy and capitalism, and we should talk about it.
With the rise of purity culture, fandom etiquette dying as consumerist mindsets enter our spaces, and fanfiction becoming mainstream, it sure is a hot mess riddled with pitfalls for anyone who do not tread carefully.
Which is why I am disappointed but not surprised that the publishers of certain Dramoine fanfics-turned-originals are shoving all consideration aside to monetize on the fact that these books were originally fanfics.
Fandom is not to be monetized in any way, shape, or form—and yet, that is exactly what’s happening when the publisher releases a poster to explain Dramoine fanfic to a mainstream audience and the author claims her fic on Goodreads along with naming AO3-tags in a comment about original work.
This also prompts readers and fans to create fanart to share on social media where they utilise fandom-related knowledge to (knowingly or not) market what is supposed to be an original work, further blurring the lines between fanfiction and books, which endangers one of the only communities left not fuelled by capitalist intent.
There needs to be separation between fandom and trad literature, because they serve separate purposes. Fanfiction is art created for the sake of creating art. Money has never been a motivational factor in the creation of these stories, they are written for the joy of writing as a gift to the community.
Books are also an artform, but a monetized artform where the intent of publishing them is to earn. Books become products, which is why we can critique and review them, just as we do a movie.
Fanfic writers and traditionally published authors can be the same person. Many of us strive to be both, but we must keep these spaces separate, because fanfiction and trad books are separate things with separate purposes.
Taking advantage of fandom to market a product is an oxymoron that will send us another Anne Rice. Do we really want JKR’s lawyers to come knocking on our doors? Do the publishing houses want that?
keep fanfic and trad pub separate!!
writing is hard. you’re doing it anyway. you’re basically a god. a really tired, under-caffeinated god in pajamas.
me and my pyjamas needed to hear this tonight
you don’t have to write something good. you just have to write something unhinged enough to edit later
no matter what happens, at least I will never be a 13 year old girl ever again
An unfinished redraw of this thing I drew in 2021!! The og is still my fav piece, but it feels good to see at least a little bit of improvement and I'mma return to finishing it soon. <3
On the day when the rain fell and flooded the ground, the sign of the wolf appeared outside of town.