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Lee Pace sitting on Thranduil’s throne for the first time.

Me, not talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

Me, talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

alright everyone

Reblog if it’s ok for your mutuals to just send you posts they think you’d like or talk to you about random parts of their day

shoutout to the mutuals that i am scared to talk to bc they are really cool. love you guys

Ivy (R.L.)

Evermore

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: The reader is trapped in a loveless and neglectful arranged marriage. She hires her old school crush, Remus Lupin, to tutor her son

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of abuse, the reader is a mother, cheating, angst

Word Count: 4.9k

A/n: i am actually so so proud of this so um i hope you like it

Your life was nothing but a monotonous cycle of sameness, every day identical to the one before. Every day you awoke to a cold and empty bed, your silk sheets barren of who should be a loving husband. And every day you sat by your bay window with a cup of tea, leaving it unsipped until it became cold. You watched your son stumble around the manor, his tiny legs still clumsy like a newborn foal. You painted or read to bide your time, hoping to make the long hours go faster, but they never did. Nearly six years of this routine but no part of you longed to break free from it. 

You had been bred for this life since you had sprung into existence. You came from a prominent pureblood family and you were taught your place early on. You were to be silent and polite and you must not speak unless spoken to. It didn’t matter your intelligence or wit, you were nothing but a commodity with good posture and acceptable table manners. You were a pawn in your father’s chess game, something to be used for business deals and backdoor dealings. Your existence was for the purpose of your father’s advancement in pureblood society and nothing more. 

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I’ve been writing on tumblr for maybe close to a month or just a bit over? I’m not sure how long, but can I just say that I haven’t had much trouble on here. I’ve had great feedback and responses to my work and I really appreciate it. So what I’m about to say isn’t about me at all, just about fic writers in general, as clearly some people need to read this.

The thing about fic writers is, we do this completely willingly. We don’t get paid to sit for maybe hours at a time composing a fic that might only get 100 notes, most of which being likes which doesn’t give it much reach. We don’t stress over if a piece is good or not before posting to get a good grade that might help us in the future. At first, we do it for ourselves, then later on we start doing it for other people once we get reach and attention. It is fun, fic writing is so fun because you get to create ideas of your own with characters you and many other people may love.

But fic writing doesn’t become fun when it’s forced. Writers shouldn’t have to decide on whether to complete an important assignment or complete a fic to satisfy many angry followers mad that there hasn’t been a fic update recently. Writers shouldn’t have to deal with angry complaints about being denied a fic requests because they aren’t comfortable with writing a certain idea or because they just don’t want to. Writers shouldn’t be criticised on their writing when so much effort went into it, and they did it for themselves. Writers shouldn’t feel obliged to write a request because they’ll get backlash if they don’t. We write for free, and we write for us, so why do so many people believe it is acceptable to demand new fics from writers or be rude to them?

Writers are people. Just like you. We have our own lives outside of writing, we have our own feelings outside of it too. And you never know what somebody is going through. So your snide comment about how a writer didn’t take your request might be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

That’s why feedback on posts means so much to us. We spend so much of our free time writing these complex fics on our own accord, so the least someone could do is give it some feedback. Tell the writer what you enjoyed about it, reblog it so other people reach the fic instead of just liking it and not doing anything to help the writer from that point onwards.

What I’m trying to say is, if you haven’t grasped the idea yet, please be nice to fic writers. Instead of demanding a new fic, ask a writer if they’re okay. Instead of being rude, try being nice, and if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all. We are still people, just like you.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you and I hope you have a good day. 💜

fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho