#dead old grass

[fanondraco]

our old dead grass was never much but we've made the most welcome home- radical face

Dead Old Grass- Chapter One

When She Knew

Hermione Granger could not remember when she stopped seeing Draco Malfoy as a foul little cockroach who only enjoyed making her life a misery. She could not remember when she started taking note of when Gryffindor was playing against Slytherin during quidditch and started watching him during the games instead of Harry and Ron. She could not remember when she started calling him Draco and not Malfoy. She could not remember when she began defending Slytherins because they can not help what house they are sorted into, nor can they help who they are related to, and so are associated with some people with horrid reputations. She could not remember when she began seeking out Theo and Draco and Pansy and Blaise in crowds. She could not remember when she started liking Draco Malfoy.

It was in class when Hermione came to the horrifying realisation her feelings toward Malfoy had shifted. Slughorn had started a lesson on Amortentia. A love potion, he described, as incapable of creating true love, but only an extreme obsession or infatuation. But, if you smelled the potion, it would smell like the person you most desire. 

For the longest time, it was assumed Hermione would likely end up with Ron. The two best friends of the Boy Who Lived. And Hermione surely was not about to date Harry. He was like a brother to her. Although, Ron was different. He never felt like a brother, and she had a crush on him when they were younger. He, however, lacked any emotional intelligence and was incapable of understanding her feelings when she was upset. Especially so when they had first met, but he had gotten slightly better. Possibly thanks to Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Possibly thanks to all the nagging by Hermione. She grew comfortable around him and the idea of him. She knew she wanted to be with Ron and Harry until they were old and watching cars and trees grow on their porch. So rationally, she assumed her feelings toward Ron were consistent with a crush. Up until Slughorn’s class. 

No, instead of thinking of Ronald Weasley with the notes of parchment and mowed grass, Hermione thought of Draco Malfoy. She thought of sneaking glances at him while in his practice uniform. The spilled ink on tables in the library. The sweets he would get from the owls at the dining tables. Late nights where she would catch him glaring at her in the library and wanting to change how he felt. She thought of his face and how tired he looked as of late. She thought of his arm. And it was in that class she knew she was fucked. 

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[floridagrowngirl]

[staticpour]

shore of nascency

[shakypics]

[pettyprocrastination]

cringe brainrot cod thought but Alien!au Simon Riley where he's a retired veteran who takes on a job of being freelance security which means accompanying a collection of scientists led but some capitalist billionaire onto an non-domesticated planet where they all inevitably get picked off one by one until he's the only one left to find their murderer is an alien gal who wants to be left the FUCK alone on her planet. Builds a little hut deep in the forest and learns if he leaves her alone she'll leave his alone on separate sides of the world- eventually they fuck idk what to tell you.

[auradaparanormal]

Day 2- Discover

[nights-are-better]

i've seen a lot of stuff on this recently and wanna add in my opinions bc why not. there's stuff going around about how low engagement is on fanfics and people are right, i run an edit account (shameless promotion on it rn) and write fics (more shameless promotion) and i get a decent amount of attention, don't get me wrong i love when one person engages bc that means it's reached one person.

but back when i started my edit account it peaks pretty decently, then everything started slowing down and it's really sad, as much as i tell myself not to get hurt by the little attention it gets, i put so much effort into the edits and fics, just to feel a little short changed.

i bounce from more mainstream fandoms to more niche ones, i get engagement varies based on how big a fandom is so when i get little attention on my more niche edits i get it. but when it's a larger fandom, it hurts that i don't get much attention.

when it comes to fanfics, i get kudos, same logic, smaller fandoms, less attention not the issue. the issue i have is that no one comments, i get roughly three or less than. it's not that i wanna sit there and go 'validate me strangers, validate me' it just is a little encouragement when someone says they enjoyed it and can't wait for more (and i also struggle to leave comments on fics to, it slips my mind when you get excited with new ships or just fics).

i know there a bigger issues in fandoms (and the world), but the small sense of community i get within fandoms is quite nice, i've made some mates over the past few years and it's nice, becuase some pretty good friendships come out of one share interest.

it's worrying to me that interaction in fandoms seems to have fizzled out, but also how toxic a lot of them have become, i've seen so many saying they get rude comments, there's so much discourse. i sit back and avoid shit going down in fandoms bc at the end of the day, sure it's just a fandom, but it's also a community for so many.

sure fics/edits are made for the creators, i write a lot of 'no one asked for this' fics, but that doesn't mean you can't engage, leave a comment every once in a while if you enjoyed it, show the author some love.

[sagessge]

[When did we grow too old and too embarrassed to be kids,to be full of life and excitement? When did life become all this blue and sore? When did the rainbows change into white and black hues? When did "but what would the people say" become such a concern? And being called a "weirdo" such a shame? When did we lose it,the innocence,the peace,the love,the real freedom,when did we get so old to be? When?]

Golden days,sweet life

Sitting on the grass

Trying to relive the childhood that I lost

The embarrassment does not mean anything

In front of the golden days already gone

Least you can do is grant yourself some leisure and leniency

You're living,making it through

You're learning,figuring it out

You're growing,and flourishing

Even if it doesn't seem so

Sometimes we find what we need everywhere

We just forget to look inside

The light rests within

No one can grant you happiness

No one can grant you love

If you,yourself don't

The clouds are not in a hurry

So am I not

Another year is slipping by

Not wasted though,for I sore,I learn and I heal

I try,and I've never left trying

Nor will I,ever

This heart is young

Old is the soul

This world is bitter

Sweet is the life

The time goes fast

Look around,and catch it

Your life and the beauty that rests within it

"What are you looking at?" They ask me

Looking at a pavement,or a tree

A butterfly,or the orange sky

Or the fog caused on my glasses by my tea

They are such a sight to see!

They are such a sight to see!

[0vergrowngraveyard]

aroace tails

yea that’s the entire post

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

[themissinglynx]

Repostober Day 26

Jasper and Topaz - September 2021

[weepingfoxfury]

I see no snowmen ...

[batponiesrule28]

Everyone loves a gardener. Get you a girl who can till soil and work on restoring native flora. Get you a boy who can grow strawberries and identify wildflowers with ease. Get you a partner who can plant four trees in one hour and tell you exactly what wildlife is going to come to your yard as a result.

Bitches love gardeners because they are strong and tender.

[shakypics]

[wackachewbacca]

HOLD UP A MINUTE THERE! Are you telling me that F.C.G is not only the oldest member of this party now, but that they are also pre-Divergence and also an aeormaton?! Like sexy Devexian aeormaton?!

[littlegoldfinchh]

btw new episode of my life just dropped (in the tags)