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I just wanted to tell you that Skyline is probably one of the best x readers I've encountered for any fandom. It has inspired me. Keep up the amazing work you wonderfully talented beautiful person. 🖤💛🖤💛

AHHH THANK YOU!!!!! so glad i could inspire you babe <3

#thesniffler #ask

Chilling with this loser while I write. (What even is my face doing???)

#it's me #thesniffler #and doggo Taylor

Me again! Could I please get a ship from IT (2017)? I've got short brown hair kinda boyish (honestly it looks like Eddie's not gonna lie) and I've got brown eyes. I'm pretty tall for a girl and my favorite attribute about myself is that I've got freckles around my nose and my mouth. I'm a bit standoffish until I get comfortable around someone then I'm just a big 'ol spazz. I'm more bark than bite but would literally fight anyone for my friends. And that's me XD

Okay, I strongly believe Mike would fall head over heels for you. He would love your fiery attitude and admire your freckles. You would most definitely be a power couple.

#thesniffler #ship #it 2017 #losers club

I can’t believe I reached 500! As I am writing this there are a whole 503 of you lovely angels that keep me going and loving HP! I know I don’t really interact with other bloggers and I’m not usually very talkative on tumblr, but I am so lucky to have all of you ❤ (this is also your cue / encouragement to send me asks/messages anytime lol)

So as a thank-you and celebration, let’s do blog promos / screenshots / name aesthetics!

mbf me please!

reblog to spread the word

check out my main blog or my creations?

send me any of the following:

☀️ = blog rate + compliment

🌙 = screenshot promo

⚡️ = name aesthetics (+ your preferred name!)

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#mine #mutuals i would super appreciate if you can signal boost #i still can't believe i have 500 even though it's not a big number lol #crvdence #saladtsar #silancio #princessnatalie #usermcgonnagal #prongsfooot #thunderbjrd #thesniffler #delacourr #bnb500

Dreaming with a Broken Heart -- Part 1

A multi-part au Draco Malfoy fic in which the reader is a wanderer, afraid to hurt and be hurt, who has left behind a lover who is devastated without her. ——— PART 1

‘When you’re dreaming with a broken heart The waking up is the hardest part You fall out of bed and down onto your knees And for a moment you can hardly breathe Wondering was she really here? Is she standing in my room? No she’s not Cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.’

xxxxx

Draco’s waking moments are torture. He doesn’t want to leave his dreams anymore, because the coldness of reality seems to mock him when he wakes up. Mornings used to be paradise. He would open his eyes and feel you lying next to him; he would stare at your early-morning beauty and wonder how he got so lucky as to be your man. You would wake up quietly a few minutes later and realize that he was staring at you, and then you would smile that brilliant smile of yours and snuggle deeper into him. Draco would smile into your neck, and you would feel it. But you’re gone, and his mornings are empty and silent. His eyes fly open, his dreams abruptly ending, and he feels around the bed for you, but you are gone. What he still calls “your side” of the bed is cold and unoccupied. The scent of your perfume on your pillow is all that remains of you. He rolls out of bed and falls to his knees, staring vacantly out the window of his flat. He wonders, some days: were you really here? Was it all a dream? But he knows it was not. It was too beautiful to be a dream. He stands up and walks past the bathroom toward the kitchen. He still expects to hear the water running and your voice humming or singing lyrics in the shower. But the apartment is quiet, and the bathroom is empty. He finds the coffee grounds in the cupboard and pours them in the machine. He always was the coffee person - you always claimed you burned any food you touched. Draco would make the coffee, eggs, and toast that you always had for breakfast. He heads toward the bathroom to tell you that breakfast is ready and then catches himself. The words die in his throat. He turns away from the door and sits down at the breakfast bar alone. The two of you used to sit at the table for meals, but he can’t bring himself to do it without you. The vase of flowers you’d put on the table had been fresh a month ago. Their petals are now dark grey and crisp. Draco tells himself that today was the day he will throw away those flowers, but he knows that the day will pass and those flowers will remain on the table. He goes to the bedroom to change into his clothes. (You had always insisted that breakfast be eaten in pajamas, and Draco had not given up the tradition.) He expects to see you standing there by the window, your pants on the floor and only in your bra and underpants, staring out at the city buildings. He would pull you away by the waist and nuzzle his face in your neck. “Don’t stand so close to the window,” he’d murmur. “Why not?” you’d laugh, a little breathlessly. “Cause then everyone can see your beauty,” he’d reply, “and no one else can have you.” He’d swing you around, and you’d laugh and laugh and beg him to put you down so you could kiss him. But the spot by the window is empty. You were gone. Draco drags on a shirt and a decent pair of jeans and heads to work. He misses you. Oh, how he misses you.