Me Anytime I Get Too Passionate Abt Something, 98% Of The Time Something Vapid/nonsensical + Inconsequential:

"Ao3 should allow multiple kudos" "I want to be able to leave more than one kudos"

COMMENT ON THE FUCKING FIC

I SWEAR TO GOD NO ONE COMMENTS MUCH NOW WHEN THE ONLY WAY TO SHOW APPRECIATION FOR A SINGLE CHAPTER IS COMMENTING AND I AM NOT HAVING THIS BULLSHIT BE LIKE TIKTOK WHERE NO ONE EVER COMMENTS POSITIVITY

FOR FUCKS SAKE JUST COMMENT ON THE FUCKING FIC YOU DON'T NEED A MULTIPLE KUDOS BUTTON YOU NEED ACTUAL WORDS

TRUST ME ON ANY WEBSITE OR APP I POST COMMENTS AND WORDS ARE 10X BETTER THAN ANY PLAIN LIKE AND WORDLESS REBLOG IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING LEAVE WORDS

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mkay dron nation, i present to you: the fic that stemmed entirely from the offhand thought "Ron would have more emotional intelligence than this" while reading a random mention of the sectumsempra scene™ and then summarily took over my entire life.

inspiral

[in which Sirius lives, Harry chills out (relatively), and Ron is forced (by absolutely no one) to pick up the Malfoy-stalking slack.

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Ron was growing weary of Harry and Malfoy circling each other like a pair of feral street cats gearing up for a fight. It reminded him of Mr. Mittens, the raggedy cat Ginny had smuggled home once, and his . . . friend. He sometimes worried that this all might end up like that, what with Harry throwing around wild accusations and Malfoy sneering cryptic shite at them in response. It was ridiculous, but Ron suspected whatever Mr. Mittens had going on back then wasn’t very rational either, and they’d still ended up with a cat, a corpse, and a bloody living room floor.

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Ron paused with his hand reaching for the bathroom door, debating turning back-- back to dinner and his friends and pretending he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

it's. long. this thing. so weekly updates, with ch1 up now💞

He drew in a breath before easing it open. The sound of sobbing -- choking, heaving, desperate -- was no longer muffled by the heavy wood. A high, whiny voice crooned empty platitudes like backing vocals for the world’s most depressing song, and it was with a creeping horror that Ron realized Myrtle wasn’t the one crying.

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onto the ch1 highlight reel!!

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haha

am i real?

post by : @playingonmydsi <3

me the literal instant i have an original/mildly introspective and/or philosophical thought: now how do i translate this into the fic im writing rn; what fake scenario do i need to create

ok i need to get back to writing. one thing to know about me is that often i write these elaborate aus as a way of expressing a greater breadth of thoughts because im literally incapable of thinking of anything that isn't the hyperfixation so its really surreal to just do it normally because i like my story

when in doubt about whether or not to make a thing, do it for your 3 hardcore fans.

there isn’t . . . there isn’t so i will leave, and run far far away from here . . .

y'all alr know the dron tag hates to see me coming [steeples hands for a transaction] but here i am again with a new chapter !!

here's ch3 in screenshots bc i can't promise it's all comedy this time:

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i just want you to hold me in your arms

just once

current wip chapter has got me a lil mentally ill ngl