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I’m a strong believer that any illness can be cured by listening to Julien baker belt, if I’m on deaths doorstep simply play me a cheeky bit of Anti Curse and ill be up and about in no time.
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beautifullywrendered · 5 months
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Christmas baking with a hyperfixation be like
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Suppose I should’ve made Nanami as he’s the one who gets baked
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beautifullywrendered · 5 months
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Aoi Todo here to prove that sometimes being delulu is the solulu
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beautifullywrendered · 6 months
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Sirius Black sat alone in the dark damp cold of a cave. Even this deep in the Scottish countryside, he was too recognizable to book a muggle hotel. The small fire in front of him did little to ward off the weather. It could not be too big or burn too long to draw attention from the smoke. He hunkered as far over it as he could without burning himself, his tailbone screaming at the unforgiving rocks. A hundred winter nights in the shrieking shack would be preferable to this. 
In the current situation, Sirius had little to be thankful for, but he had never been more grateful for his friends’ agreement to keep their animagus forms unregistered with the ministry. At least this way he could still frequent civilization for food scraps and the occasional good graces of an unsuspecting muggle with a love for strays. The dog’s fur also provided an extra layer of warmth, and he would often spend overnights in his form–though never for too long. Stories had been passed that spending too long in one’s animagus form caused one to lose their sanity. As the days passed, Sirius could begin to see their validity. 
It was his birthday today. Twenty-one, and the first one he had ever spent alone. Birthdays were never really a thing growing up in the Black household. Well, his weren’t. Regulus’ had been a bit more of a ceremony, the golden child he was. But still, he had his brother and the smiles they once stole from criticising eyes. It was only when he met James that he was introduced to some of the more familial traditions–eating cake, blowing out candles, and tearing the wrapping paper off horribly wrapped gifts. Little joys given big meaning.
It all seemed so trivial now. 
Sirius longed for triviality. He longed for his friends. For childhood innocence. For the spark of life that was lost in him. 
He poked a stick into the fire at his feet and held the makeshift candle in front of his face. Make a wish. 
Sirius contemplated the fire held before him. How easily human hair caught on fire. How he could bring the flame closer, drop it on his tattered clothes, and become ash that would catch the breeze out of the cave and settle into the fields and flowers. It would be easier. It would be far easier than the guilt that sat heavy in his chest. A guilt so heavy he did not begin to notice it replace the weight of his own muscle. 
Sirius shook his head free of those thoughts. Taking a grounding breath, he blew out the flame and threw the stick into the fire. “Happy fucking birthday to me.” 
He didn’t wish for death. There was a fire in him deeper than was reflected in his eyes. The world was cruel, and cold, but he would trudge forward. Sirius Black wished for vengeance, and he would have it.
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beautifullywrendered · 6 months
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Nanami died, and Ino never got his recommendation to become a first grade sorcerer :(
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beautifullywrendered · 8 months
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RIP Geto Suguru you would have loved the new Mitski album
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beautifullywrendered · 8 months
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Nothing better than Kenjiro Tsuda characters having a tough exterior that gives way to loving care towards a child that reverse adopts him as their father. Gotta be one of my favorite genres
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beautifullywrendered · 9 months
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Good Omens is bringing out primal Scottish urges I didn't know I had. I’m sitting peacefully on the couch after s2ep3 when a “SCOTLAND FOREVER” erupts from my throat. Bagpipes are sounding in the distance. I have summoned the haggis. David Tennant would be proud.
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beautifullywrendered · 10 months
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In a single scene, JJK changed my perception of Toji as a father. S2Ep3, when Toji is asked how his son is, he hesitates before saying “who’s that?” He hesitates. Reading the manga, I didn’t read that hesitation, so I thought he truly didn’t care for Megumi and it was rather ooc for him to ask Gojo to take care of him as he died. But that hesitation says that Megumi was at the forefront of Toji’s mind the whole time, he just wanted to protect his son from the dangers of his work and the possibility of being used as a bartering chip against him
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beautifullywrendered · 11 months
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Just finished watching Nimona, and it was a great movie, a fun movie, a sweet movie, but can we talk about the THEMATIC IMAGERY????!!!!! The way the debris fell between Ballister and Ambrosius to signify the severing of their relationship! And later, when they were underground and Ambrosius was in the spotlight while Bal was in the darkness beside him! Just *chefs kiss*
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