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imconfused-444 · 2 days
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im only 4lbs to my ugw !!!!
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hey can someone describe what imagining something is like? like imagining an image?
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spencibidy · 1 month
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I like to think that when the accident first happened, dannys first powers were on the fritz kind of like when he was eating breakfast in ep 1. but like this time hes more confused cus he just half died!!
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circusinarun · 1 month
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My neurodivergent brain is like: draw your hyperfixations and listen to TV girl "taking what's not yours" For 3 days straight :] ∞
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hearts4ggy · 2 months
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can i just say i do not get chara as a character and it is driving me up a WALL
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emo-56 · 9 months
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are you a proud member of the Shadow Wizard Money Gang?
What on earth is that
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hellomagicalsouls · 2 months
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is that a freaking Christmas tree?
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in the corner behind Viktor? Christmas umbrella academy perhaps?
I'm lost and confused
(soz about the shit quality)
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padawanlost · 2 months
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Since I came back to Tumblr i've been seeing a lot of posts about how fans (especially Anakin/Legends fans) believe the Jedi deserved to be slaugthered YET I have not seen anyone make such claim. I haven't seen any prints, blogs or meta that come even close to suggest the Jedi are villains and deserving of death.
I've been away for a few years so im just wondering: Are people making this stuff, greatly exaggerating the discourse or am I missing something? Seriously when did 'the majority of the PT fandom hates the Jedi" became a "known fact" because...i've missed that Memo lol
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iffasart · 3 months
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sometimes i just want to be in a platonic relationship (NO sex incluided), with a dog as the child, just cuddling, doing movie marathons, playing mario kart or our favorite games, baking cakes, living together (cause the rent is easier to pay that way), talking about and reading books, making playlists, buying matching onesies/hoodies that we will never use in our lifes, bring eachother breakfast in bed, going on adventures, explore together, "i love you" (Platonically), hang out, support and help eachother grow as a person, just being there for the other, but yk... as friends
Then the next second im like nah i dont need that
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purplekissinger · 3 months
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The tower, the princess, the snake
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She suffocates me with her coiling rings, She chokes me tenderly, engulfed me whole. And this unliving thing, this darkest thing, This terrifying thing — it is my soul. Zinaida Gippius, ‘She’
Soulmates AU. tw: mentions of death, a bit dark, canon Tom
At the orphanage, Tom never told anyone about these dreams, but even if he did, no one would have been able to explain anything to him. Dreams about a soulmate usually come along with the awakening of a magical gift. Sometimes later, never before.
Y/N was born, as they say, with a silver spoon in her mouth, into a rich family of purebred wizards. She grew up on the coast near Edinburgh in a cozy mansion, securely hidden from prying eyes. Y/N lived like a wildflower, but a flower that was dearly loved and protected.
Tom cherished these dreams. At first they were elusive and not very intelligible. All he could remember was something light and pure, like a cloud, like a sunbeam, something fresh and sweet like ice cream. Tom had never eaten ice cream, but after these dreams something honeyed melted on his tongue all day and he could breathe easily, as if after a thunderstorm.
Y/N was afraid of her dreams. She, too, could not tell what exactly she saw, but at night she was haunted by the vision of long gray benches, a tall, toothy fence and an acute, suffocating feeling of defenselessness, sadness, disorder, loneliness, cold, hunger. Sometimes it became so hollow that she would wake up in the middle of the night almost in a fever and run to her mother.
One day Tom dreamed that his mother was leaning towards him and hugging him tightly.
One day Y/N dreamed that she killed a rabbit.
Time passed, and dreams began to come less often, but more clear and meaningful. They were no longer a vague feeling of happiness that lit up the day, there was a person. A face. A little face? A girl?
A boy?
She lived like a princess in a castle, in some very large house in the middle of green meadows, almost never leaving it, and both parents loved her to death, and yet it did not harm her and she remained light, cheerful and friendly. Sunshine-like. Tom would want her to look in the mirror more often, otherwise her face was almost impossible to see. He wished she were here, with him, in reality.
He lived in some terrible place that was just impossible to imagine. Y/N had never heard of such a thing even in the scariest fairy tales. He called no one his friend. He considered himself above this, above everything that existed, and he pushed away with disdain what little warmth he received. Once he lured a boy and a girl into a cave, and they lost their minds. He never told anyone what he did to them, but Y/N saw everything.
By the end of the first year, Tom already knew what those dreams meant, and by the end of the second he realized that if this girl was studying, she was not at Hogwarts. For a long time he did not want to believe it, and when he finally did, he felt a cold rage slowly boiling inside. Are they hiding away something that was destined for him?
Y/N, like everyone else in her family, studied at home. Her parents had enough money to hire the best tutors, and her mother could not even imagine that her little girl would live in some castle on the island for six months, away from home. Y/N and her mother had no secrets from each other, except one. Her dreams.
Tom cherished every dream like a jewel, repeated it to himself, tried to remember every moment, every feature of her face. Every grain of this lightness was his only, and it was unthinkable to share those dreams. He guarded this secret almost more so than the secret of the Horcruxes.
He killed people, now she knew for sure.
They are now admiring something that is mine, Tom sometimes thought in melancholy. The sunny girl who illuminated his whole life belonged to him as much as his wand, as Marvolo's ring, as his rightful inheritance, and yet she was unforgivably far away.
He would never find her if she was careful enough.
He will definitely find her, and then he will find out who thought of hiding her, and then he will simply bury them.
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There’s one extra year to prepare for the exams for those who study at home, and therefore Y/N had to take her OWLs on her sixteenth birthday. Always confident in her knowledge, she was now a little anxious: what if something went wrong and she would return home disgraced? For the first time in her life she rode on the Hogwarts Express, but hardly ever looked out the window. She kept repeating her notes on the history of magic.
In the evening it became chilly. Dressed in a terribly expensive robe of impeccably modest style, she got off at Hogsmeade station and placed her suitcase at her feet. As if spellbound, she looked at the silhouette of the castle imprinted on the sunset sky, and, probably, at that moment she regretted a bit that she had not spent all her life here.
The inside of the castle amazed Y/N even more. Together with two girls who also came here to take the exam, she stepped under the arches of the Great Hall and forgot to breathe, looking at the enchanted ceiling. Floating candles all around, as far as the eye could see, and above: constellations, constellations, the shining circle of the moon, constellations again...
“Yes, this ceiling is definitely a sight to see,” someone’s voice sounded over her ear. Y/N winced and turned around.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle, Slytherin perfect,” said Tom. ‘You are probably taking an exam tomorrow? Professor Slughorn told me that homeschool students were due to arrive this evening’.
Y/N looked at him as if... well, yes, like a rabbit looking at a boa constrictor. Trembling, speechless. Tom smiled slightly, and there was nothing good in that smile. He recognized Y/N instantly, long before she saw him.
‘How was your trip? It's starting to get cold early now’.
“This is a dream,” Y/N thought in shock. “This is a dream, I’ll wake up now.” But for the first time in many years she saw this boy not in a dream, but in reality.
‘Shall I show you to the guest rooms?’ Tom offered kindly, extending his hand.
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spoolia · 1 year
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MASQUARADE GROOVY SPOILERS!! so i looked closely at idia's groovified card and especially at his hair and uh.... h-huh?...
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imconfused-444 · 4 months
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ur mind is ur only limit
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ladykyriaa · 4 months
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This could very well just be me, but honestly we've been reading the whole LN through MaoMao's POV, and forget about Jinshi. Even I can't discern what she really feels about him
There's gonna be moment when she truly worries for him, and show that bit of gentleness she rarely shows throughout the novel or manga.
But then you read things like this and it, idk, throws it off all over again. Like one might argue that she's ignoring, repressing or maybe truly is just dumb with her feelings (girl I get it) but on the other hand it's like the writer's showing that she truly just. Doesn't want to?
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gaygayhomesexualgay · 5 months
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wait why should kinks be at pride
this isnt an insult im gen curious edit: thx guys
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strawbxrrydonut · 29 days
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Here’s something I’ve been wondering about, like Mimzy talked about overlords going missing, no one knowing what happened to them, these strange radio broadcasts going out and then Alastor revealing himself as the Radio Demon, well, what I wonder is what if that’s a lie. Like Alastor wasn’t the real Radio Demon as it were, and just took advantage of the chaos to increase his rep, figuring he was beneath the focus of what was actually behind it. And that for centuries he was, until one day he wasn’t.
I've been staring at this and thinking I have so many theories going through my mind right now
Some thoughts and theories:
What if this has something to do with Zestial.
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In this scene, we kind of see some fear in Alastor's eyes as he sees Zestial
What if Alastor got his power from Zestial and is afraid he knows about his lies.
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echinocereus · 2 months
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hey tmagp people! 2 questions:
1) Who do we think Agustus is, because I don’t recognize his voice? Jonah/Elias? Someone else?
2) To my understanding, in Season 5 of TMA, the world ‘ended’. Like it was apocalyptic and stuff yeah, and it was the whole world I’m pretty sure. Soo what? Do they not remember?
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