Serena Night

me: looking for your bedroom.

snape:[...]

Minerva; "Like what?"

Severus; "FIGHT ME, YOU BITCH ASS BASTARD!"

Lucius; "At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone."

Severus; "Oh, I'm sorry, I should ask: dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?"

You have decided to pick on the wrong fandom, on the wrong woman, for the wrong reasons.

Julia, this amazing woman, dedicated her blog to Severus Snape, a fictional character who brings her comfort everyday.

Julia, this amazing woman, commissions artwork from several artists who happen to also share their work in here, on Tumblr.

Julia, this amazing woman, suffers from an illness I wouldn't wish to my worse enemy, and finds comfort in writing about it - thus raising awareness for ME/CFS.

Julia, this amazing woman, decided to share artwork from another amazing artist earlier this week. Artwork that was tailor made, brought her comfort, brought her joy. And despite the censoring that she herself applied to it, you refused to publish it, flagging her post countless times, and in the end, labeling her blog as explicit.

Please, rectify this grave mistake. There is nothing on this blog that is explicit. You claim to have humans evaluating the appeals but I saw no humanity when her appeal was denied.

@support remove this ridiculous censoring wall on @mrs-snape5984

Snapedom, I will appeal on Tumblr support's page. If you can, do it too.

And I don't mean write for yourself!

Find one weirdo friend that enjoys sharing ideas with you, and write fanfiction for them. Get to know their taste, and tailor your writing to it. One person who will message you while reading your stuff and want to discuss it deeply and dig into and challenge your ideas - they will give you more creative satisfaction than a hundred vague, vacant comments of praise.

Maybe some other folks will end up reading and enjoying your work! If they do, they will probably have more in-depth things to say, too, because you'll be writing deeply on a specific set of concepts, not creating broadly palatable, derivative, marketable drivel meant to appeal to a large audience.

“Rescue my heart, I'm deep underground…”

“I'm crashing and I'm burning, so reach out your hand to me…” (“Rescue my heart” by Liz Longley)

First of all: this is going to be a very personal post, full of pathetic self-pity and misery…so if you’re feeling triggered by that or by a whiny, overdramatic middle aged woman….stop reading. Seriously.

I’m using my tumblr blog as some kind of personal diary…combining art with my own thoughts and emotions. Sadly, I have not a single spark of talent in my fibres, so I’m always looking for the right artists here on tumblr, who can help me to make my ideas come to life graphically (ignoring the melting of my savings).

I reached out to @madfantasy again for this very personal piece of art. Mani, my dear friend, you’re the only person, who’s perfect for my most personal, very raw requests. You created something so beautiful…so right out of my heart! I can’t describe, how grateful I am for your understanding of my ideas…for your talent…for your kind soul. 🖤 Thank you, love!

My life with ME/CFS sucks. I’m apologising for my harsh words and my lack of gratitude towards life itself, but that’s just how I’m feeling!

I know, I should rather be grateful for the things in my life, which I wouldn’t want to miss. I have three wonderful children, I have a few very good friends (in real life and - thanks to tumblr - also online). But…on some days (and these are actually pretty prominent at the moment), I just hate my life as it is now.

I’m spending my whole days in the darkness of my room, not capable of leaving the house (and often even my bed) without getting disoriented by the overstimulation of my mind and the exhaustion of my body. I can’t stand more than one person in my room…otherwise my brain can’t handle the noise and the movements of others. I can’t go to my workplace anymore…and I really loved my job! I can’t stay in contact with people properly, because most people don’t understand, why I’m not answering their messages or phone calls. I’m too exhausted and too overwhelmed with those things. Reading? Watching TV? Well, not for me anymore (at least for the most days) Every little bit too much (sometimes the smallest things!) leads me into the next “crash” of my disease…resulting in fevers, pain, loss of mental and physical capabilities…up to losing consciousness. Every fucking time!

All I want is to scream…scream my lungs out to let the pain and grief go! I want to scream out all those feelings of misery, which I’m only bottling up every day! But I know…just like talking…it would only cause another crash. Each crash is dragging me further down…and there’s no possibility of digging my way out of this again.

So, for this raw piece of art, I wanted the only person, who had never left me over the past 21 years, to hold me. Hold me, Severus…keep me safe…be my haven! Let me scream and cry and help me to find a way out of this hell…I’m begging you…

It was like Doja Cat said:

i like noses i like big noses because- well... because you can kinda like- you can like.. sit on em.