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Manacled | @senlinyuwrites
Art | bdwebbart
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…and did not fight…
Manacled | @senlinyuwrites
Art | bdwebbart
Okay, so this is, like, the second time I've done this. But I got swept away by your amazing series The Long Way Home, and I just needed to inform you that you have created so many emotions within me. SPECTACULAR. I wrote reviews on the actual fic, The Long Way Home, even though I'm a couple years late to the game... oops. Anyway, I swear I'm not a stalker. Just a doting fan of your work. Anyway, keep on keepin on! <3
Aww, thank you so much! This is so nice to get so early in the morning, I'm so appreciative. Thank YOU for reading my work and writing to me. ❤
“Her magic curled all around them, setting him on fire.”
“Cause there we are again in the middle of the night // We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light.” — “All Too Well” by @taylorswift
(debt of time addition)
Green had always been Pansy’s favorite colour. It reminded her of loyalty, family, somewhere she belonged. Strange, how years later, she felt the same way when she found herself looking into his eyes.
Green. They were green.
Green had always been Neville’s favorite colour. It reminded him of new life, creating something from nothing, a place he belonged. Strange how, all these years later, he found himself drawn to a girl who was the epitome of the colour itself.
Part 1: “Love at First Sorting Night”
A soft Dramione sketch for your feed
Year 2: “what an idiot”