Let’s be real here, every author when they first start writing dreams of having a completed story, but have you? It takes years to complete a story and most of which can go through decades like starting the story as a teenager and finishing it when you are 30 something with kids. This is why there are a lot of abandoned stories on the internet; people grow over time and the things they liked when they were younger don’t really interest them anymore. I myself included have gone through this, I started this Tumblr account as a Tom Riddle fan account but now I have no interest in it. It has become more of a Snily and Lokane fan account with a bit of writing community stuff in it. This brings me to the next point, choose the fandoms and topics you write in wisely. You don’t want to end up with an abandoned story. Will you be able to grow with this fandom/topic/plot? Is it something you think you’ll love forever? Lastly, if you abandoned your story, don’t shame yourself over it! Us humans grow and change over time so it’s only natural to have a loss of interest and new ones.
It is, it’s also a Lokane safe space. I love Snily, and I want my blog to be Snily mania! I want the Snily convos, gifs, fanart and fanfics. So please, load on the Snily over here!
I have add, but I also write. It takes me much longer to do things, and especially when it comes to writing fics. I often find myself feeling quite alone when it comes to this in the writer community because most of the people I’ve seen, (in chats or authors who post) can do the most in a small amount of time. There also seems to be a bit of a standard so a lot of times I find myself feeling guilty that I can’t give my readers that 5000-8000 word chapter in 3-5 days time instead of the most I can do in a months time which is a 1500-2500 word chapter. I haven’t seen much of any learning disability in the writing community. So every writer who has a learning disability please stand up and give this a like, comment or repost! Y’all are amazing for what you manage to do! Let’s spread awareness!
Hi! I have posted about this before, and yes I am posting about it again because I am desperate. I am in dire need of a person who is really good at editing in the grammar department! This is for my Lokane story on A03, which is about 1500-2500 words long per chapter.
The worst nights are not the ones when he has nightmares.
They’re the ones when he dreams that he’s thirteen again and trapped in the oppressive summer heat of Cokeworth, shaking with helplessness and anger and pain. Darkness has settled around him like a shroud and he struggles to breathe through the thick feelings building in his chest like mucus. She comes to him then, her presence a gentle breeze across his skin, and when she leans in and wraps her arms around him, her hair dances across his chest as if it were his own. She is careful with his bruised body the way nobody ever is, placing kisses along his skin the same way she would kiss away a doll’s invisible hurts. When she lifts her face to him, for a moment she looks older than she had just been, although he’s sure that he has never known her to be so. Her tearful smile promises him that everything will be okay, and his face breaks open in response. He feels enveloped by her tenderness, her grace. His hands tremble as he touches her – it feels so good to have her there in his arms and smell the sunlight lingering in her hair. He clings to her, buries his face in her neck, cries without feeling ashamed for it, and-
He wakes sharply with tears running down his face and for a wild, horrible second he thinks she might be there in the room with him. Expects a girl in the bed with him. His reality crashes into him and he curls in onto himself, feeling as though he will be sick with the self-loathing. His elbows dig painfully into his ribs and his cheeks itch and sting from the drying salt. He crushes his face into the sheets, squeezing his eyes shut uselessly against his traitorous mind’s eye. The worst part of it is that none of that dream is even true. Reliving a memory would be painful enough but the self-pitying, disgusting fantasy is purely a figment of his weak mind. It feels like a perverse violation of her memory, to imagine her being so gentle with him. She’d never touched him much, not that his appearance or disposition ever invited such a thing. He had always been an unpleasant child and once they got older the awkwardness of puberty sprang up between them to make even the most casual touch suspect. He curses his overactive imagination for supplying him with visions he has no lived point of reference for. How perfectly cruel.
When he finally manages to unfurl from his contorted position, he feels light-headed and disoriented. His temples begin to pound from what must be dehydration and lack of sleep. It’s pitch black in the room, although that is no indication of time in the dungeons. A whispered spell tells him it’s 3:47 in the morning, meaning that he’s gotten a little over three hours of sleep. He considers staying in bed and trying to sleep again, but knows from experience just how futile that would prove. Regardless, he has a full day of classes to teach and the NEWT class proposals to mark and a patrol after detentions that night, not to mention finishing the next batch of potions for the Dark Lord. The summons will probably come on Friday or Saturday but he can’t really count on that, so the sooner they’re done the better. He dropped off the potions for the Order the night before and shouldn’t have to worry about more of those until next week at least. He’s also due to get the third years’ essays today-
He barely notices his body as he moves automatically around the dark room, gathering his clothes and getting dressed. His walls are sliding safely into place along with his timetable until he brushes the hair out of his face and his mind connects it to the feeling of her hair, her hands touching him. The sharp pang in his stomach actually has him double over as if he has been hit. He crouches in the dark, robes bunched tightly in his hands, breathing hard. Trying not to weep. Trying not to scream.
No, the worst nights are not the ones when he has nightmares. Not by a long shot.
“And you still aren’t going to tell me why it’s so important to give Potter the sword?” said Snape as he swung a traveling cloak over his robes.
“No, I don’t think so,” said Dumbledore’s portrait.
can you all imagine for a second the marauders in modern day. like sirius being a hardcore punk. remus is a hipster who is always wearing flannels and drinks at least 5 energy drinks an hour. james is the epitome of comfy, like constantly in joggers and hoodies. peter rocking the classic khaki shorts and triforce shirt aesthetic. lily looking like a perfect instagram model. meanwhile you’ve got e-girl marlene, life long trans activist dorcas, and mary who’s rocking leggings, a hoodie, and hasn’t bothered doing her hair or make up since…well forever. regulus is like a perfectly defined Victorian goth. meanwhile snape is like a thrift store emo.
boomy, i'm in a snily mood. are there any fictional couples that remind you of snily?
im so glad you asked!
- jack and sally obviously?? jack is a certified Idiot like snape and lily is sally trying to make sure his dumb ass doesnt die. also that aesthetic is just too good to pass up. i love them so much
- is ….. is snape darcy. you goddamn fool, you idiot, you awkward fuck.
- monica and chandler (”IM AWKWARD AND DESPERATE FOR LOVE” - snape at any given moment)
- morticia and gomez addams because you know if severus was with her and had cleaned up his act hed treat her like a goddamn queen (also mortiicia? obviously snape’s cousin, you can rip that headcanon from my cold, dead hands)
- WESLEY AND BUTTERCUP. sirius is inigo. hagrid is fezzik. sirius would kill the six fingered man because he killed regulus or something.
- cory and topanga because i love childhood friends being endgame
- nancy and jonathan obviously (james is steve and he has six first years as his kids now, he’s not sure how it happened either)
- claire and phil from modern family, except lily is phil (”I bought a llama!”- lily, after making rash decisions while under pressure)
Not only did Harry survive the attack of Lord Voldemort, but Lily did as well. While grieving over the loss of her husband, she reconnects with a certain potions master who vows to make amends. Enacting their revenge on Lord Voldemort, they find one another as they once were. They rekindle a love they never thought possible amidst a war that threatens to tear them apart.
Today is a snily day for me! This was my first ever ship in HP and it will always be my favorite one! Also has anyone seen a young goth version Snape?
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