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Slt for sapphic ships FCK JKR!!!!!

(Idk how to promote my fic so I’m just going to put the summary and hope someone is going to read it lmao)

Summary:

Emmeline Vance is a goddamn loser.

She told Amelia she looked like a mushroom when they met, almost laughed when she saw Edgar crying for the first time, talked trash about Sirius Black in front of him (she didn’t do it on purpose, even if she could have), and has since been hated by most of his friend group, including Mary MacDonald, the girl she has a crush on. She complimented MacGonagall's glasses, tripped over Mulciber (never was more afraid for her life), and almost hexed Emma. Emmeline also can’t tell for the life of her if someone is flirting with her or not (ask Amelia), she cries about grades at least once every two weeks (two times per day in exam periods), she struggles with anxiety, she is too honest, and she feels like running a marathon after having a conversation with someone she never talked to. So really, Emmeline Vance is a goddamn loser.

Or : eps on Emmeline Vance, her life, her friends and gorgeous girlfriend.

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

I could start a business where any straight guy who doesn't understand why women don't like him can hire me to follow him around and every time he does something annoying I can point it out like "see, this is why women don't like you."

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seeing other bylers going through the 5 stages of grief but i've been in the marauders fandom since age 11 so now they're just like 98% of my other ships

Narcissa’s mother taught her that beauty was discipline. That every wrinkle ironed, every hair smoothed, every smile practiced made her worthy. And yet when Alice tripped over her own shoelaces and laughed until tears spilled down her cheeks, Narcissa felt something stir in her chest she had never felt before: maybe beauty wasn’t discipline at all. Maybe beauty was Alice.

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