its 3:30 am and i just finished a little!phil drabble that is definitely crap considering the time and it being the first thing ive wrote in weeks. ill prob post it soon (like tomoro or the day after that) so look forward to me Finally publishing some of my writing on here for the first time since ive made this blog
James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age
four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between
his teeth to impress girls- to impress the
girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that
fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his
nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs
pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s
just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts
the trust fall before anyone realises they’re meant to be catching him
Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork
full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat
running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made
of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part
of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother
yelling, with the world ending, he is
the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in
the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke,
you can see the shaking hands.
Remus Lupin: seventeen, jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog
in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare
as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing
the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop
the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass
windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing
that something that good is out there
even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls
out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood
in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone
Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating
an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten
to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this
fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated,
a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table,
counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase,
shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick
of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at
once, as if it was going to all along
You didn’t finish the book and started the paper the night before it was due.
You forgot a deadline.
You failed that pop quiz.
You overslept your alarm.
Even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t, you messed up. And that’s okay.
You’re no less of a person because of it.
You’re no less of a studyblr community member because of it.
You’re no less intelligent because of it.
You’re no less of a hard worker because of it.
You’re no less of a student because of it.
YOU’RE. JUST. HUMAN.
We all have those bad days. Sometimes, we get tired of constantly being on the grind. We forget to take those me days. We stop and yearn for all of that free time. And eventually it catches up to us and we make boo-boos, but that doesn’t negate all the hard work we’ve put in so far or any of the hard work we will put in from here on out. Don’t let this one lapse in judgement, preparation, or thinking define your week, semester, or year. Use it. Work harder because of it. Make sure that the feeling of regret you have now is something you won’t feel for a very long time.
Guys, it’s not about being perfect. It’s about letting the imperfections guide you instead of define you.
was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get
into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and
you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and
cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol
y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against
me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”
swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it
against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”
not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and
terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how
to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.
always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you
need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m
here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.
could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.
You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do
you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.
What is Warrior Cats and why were you bullied because of it?
‘Warriors’ is a children’s fantasy book series that was really popular from like 2004-2011ish. All the characters in it are cats, who talk to each other and have really complex societies. Like, they’re still cats, but they build dens in the woods and fall in love (sometimes even forbidden love if it’s outside their clan/group) and fight other clans and there’s a surprising amount of murder/drama lololol. They’re sometimes really intense??
But they’re still about… cats. So you can see why a lot of readers were bullied for it lololol
so i was lucky enough to snag one of @projectnelm’s commission slots for one of my OC’s. can i just say that i woke up to this and CRIED? (happy tears of course)
i cannot put into words how grateful i am for getting the chance to have one of my favorite artists do a piece for me of one of my characters. it’s such an awesome feeling to see one of my beloved characters plucked out of my imagination and depicted so perfectly.