#thelinnynet

[aelin]

L U N A + G I N N Y ;

i didn’t see her love i felt it as plainly  as the sun

[univcrsefactory]

millicent bulstrode → help me decide how to celebrate (nearly) 10k?

“urgh — essence of millicent bulstrode.”

↳ for @ginervamollly

[insp.]

[ginnydefensenet]

do you love and adore ginny weasley more than life itself? then this net is for you! we are a community of bloggers who think ginny is wonderful, and we’re open for members now! applications are open until the 18th of august, so apply now!

what we’re looking for:

friendly, active bloggers with a clean tagging system

people who have / are willing to get discord in order to join the group chat

cool folks who will participate in weekly or bi-weekly events

to apply:

fill out this typeform (it’s short i promise)

follow head admin nora and admins shelby and allegra, as well as the net blog

reblog this post (likes count as bookmarks only)

track the tag #ginnydefensenet for updates

what you get:

a cool group of friends who also love ginny

weekly or bi-weekly events to participate in

a group chat on discord with fun stuff

a community to share your creations with

[prosytrinket]

A Series of Luna x Ginny (Linny)

You fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.

[regulsarcturus]

I’ve had this blog for so little time and I’ve already hit 200 and i just want to say thank you!! so to celebrate i’m going to do blog rates!

you must be following me

you must reblog this post (likes dont count)

maybe check out the nets im in? @hogwartsschoolnet @thelinnynet

optional: recommend new themes i could use? 

tell me what br you would like! 

normal blograte (if you would like criticism, add a *)

url: i dont understand / i dont like it / i like it / i love it / tempted to steal icon: not my style / nice / beautiful / brilliant / tempted to steal theme: not my style / messy / nice / beautiful / amazing / tempted to steal mobile theme: not my style / alright / nice / amazing / tempted to steal posts: not my style / nice / great / amazing following: no / i am now / yes / ur blog is a fave comment:

harry potter blograte

era: founders / tom riddle / marauders / golden trio / next gen blood status: muggle born / half-blood / pure-blood hogwarts house: gryffindor / ravenclaw / slytherin / hufflepuff quidditch position: chaser / beater / keeper / seeker / commentator / fan student position: student / prankster / prefect / head student

aesthetic blograte

planet: mercury / venus / earth / mars / jupiter / saturn / uranus / neptune / pluto scent: rose / cedar wood / sage / jasmine / lavender / sea salt / lime / honeysuckle season: spring / summer / autumn / winter city: london / paris / hong kong / seattle / nyc / tokyo / sydney / dubai / milan / amsterdam

[pekkarolling]

For the @hogwartshousesnet slytherclaw versus gryffinpuff

Luna Lovegood could see thestrals. It didn’t bother her, most of the time, until Ginny Weasley told her she could see them too.

For the girl who had been named after the moon, thestrals were a fact of life. For the girl who had hair the exact shade of phoenix feathers, it had not. Ginny Weasley was a lot of things (fierce, sassy, pretty enough that she made Luna’s stomach dance whenever she saw her) but she was not accustomed to death. 

She explained Colin Creevy’s body, its still, pale form lifeless at the bottom of one of Hogwarts’ many staircases. She explained her mother’s wand movements and the burning hot coals she saw alight in Molly’s eyes as she cursed Bellatrix to oblivion. She explained that some part of her loved the duel, and that she was so--so confused.

They’d both seen Sirius Black fall behind the curtain. But this--this was brutal and a piece of glass that cut everyone with jagged edges. This was war, and this was when Ginny Weasley realized that she could see thestrals, and tears began to shatter the freckled girl’s resolve.

Luna Lovegood didn’t like to see Ginny cry. It was as unnatural as the sun being snuffed out. So she wrapped her arms around Ginny and wiped away her tears with fingers as gentle as thestral fur, and they fell asleep together, holding on so tight that it was impossible to let go.

That was the first time Luna Lovegood ever kissed her girlfriend, another girl who had looked death straight in the face. It tasted like chocolate frogs and tears, like a beginning mixed with an end.

They were a new phoenix that rose from the ashes of the old, and they were a beginning within an end.