not only is ai lame, the impact on the environment is TERRIBLE. you are singlehandedly contributing to the downfall of humanity! “i can’t write an email without using chatgpt” with peace and love — are you an idiot? like. it’s sooo embarrassing! you should be embarrassed!

i need to quit my job, and find myself a yacht to shake my ass on

BECAUSE SHE DID. her book made me love her tenfold and made me so cold towards everyone else lmao.

fucking ADORE that show

a ruthless game dramione

it has made me cackle and it has made me sob i am obsessed

haven’t felt this way about a fic since i started like 2021 i feel ALIVE

also i’m reading the Rite by @parksandfiction.bsky.social and i am obsessed and i need to scream about it with everyone and anyone

pansy parkinson is so fucking special to me !!!!!!!! prickly!! bitchy!!! loyal!! self serving!!! BEAUTY!!!!!

WELL. GOOD MORNING!!!!

there’s something so thrilling about writing smut in a cafe lmao

this might be the prompt that gets me going

i finished Deep End in one day and now i am bereft

”Oh excellent.“ She beamed at him. “Wanna get out of here?”

Neville didn’t so much as glance over her shoulder. He just grinned, and held out his hand.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Does he?” She could tell he didn’t buy her innocence. A pout formed. “Only a little?”

His smirk lit up something deep inside of her. “Well, he looks like he’s about to either throw up or punch your Dad in the face.” He cocked his head. “Or both.”

To see if she would do it all on her own. Choose him, all on her own.

Her steps never faltered as she reached him.

“Hi,” she said.

His smile bloomed slowly. “Hi, Princess. Billy looks a little upset.”

Past the pompous, slimy, coiffed set of women, not caring for their whispers and their giggles behind manicured hands.

She didn’t care anymore.

Neville let her come to him. He didn’t step forward, didn’t shorten the distance. It was a test, whether he was conscious of it or not.

Flashes of their last conversation—argument—came back to her. How her hesitancy, her misguided devotion to her father and his will had torn them apart.

She was already moving, ignoring her Mothers horrified face, and her father’s outstretched hand.

He stood next to the doors, hands in his pockets, a picture perfect image of nonchalance. But she knew him—she knew him now. There was a hard line to his shoulders, and his hands were undoubtedly clenched into fists in his pockets.

Nerves. He was nervous.

Gasps echoed throughout the room.

“Pansy!”

But she wasn’t listening, because she’d just caught sight of who had entered the ballroom.

Panville //

“Did I disappoint you? Did I not live up to the expectations of who you expect me to be? Did I make a decision that contradicts the two dimensional version of me that you seem so obsessed with? Well, I’m sorry about that, but you can take that version and fuck yourself with it. “

i’ve written my daily 100 words but they all suck and they’re not cohesive and i’m irritated

Panville, 7th Year //

Pansy stepped in-between his thighs, frowning at the deep gash along the side of his face.

"Close your eyes," she muttered as she used her wand to carefully siphon the blood on his cheeks. "You're lucky you didn't lose them."

Her tone is harsh, cold, unforgiving.

i’m in the mood for absolutely feral unhinged filthy age gap depravity

fucking excellent. delicious. 10/10.

hahaha classic narcissistic egotistical lucy

also i have the beginnings of a panville dirty dancing esque drabble brewing in my drafts and it’s … delicious

happy ali hazelwood release day to all who celebrate!!!

Hansy / NSFW

Hermione was going to kill him.

He knew the speeches were soon, but in his defense this had been a ticking time bomb ever since he found out who Draco picked to be his Best Women.

i have already written more words in february than all of january ???? god bless bsky drabbles for dragging me out of writers block ig????