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#late night epiphanies
orcaotter · 1 year
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This has probably been said before, but like, it makes so much sense for Ben Copper to be in Gryffindor. I mean think about it, this guy is scared of almost everything, which means he is brave each time he does so. Of course it feels cowardly to be scared, but going to potions class even though he's scared stiff of Prof. Snape requires a huge amount of courage. Think of it this way, if you aren't afraid of dogs it takes little to no courage at all to pet one, but if you ARE afraid of dogs, petting one is super scary, and you're very courageous if you try.
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vamp-a-day · 5 months
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day 34
Weezer
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kattythingz · 12 days
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Someone asked for a kung fu panda au right
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“You were all right before,” Ling rasps, clenching his eyes shut—blank scroll a death-grip in his fist. “I’m not… I’m not fit for this role. I barely knew what I was doing before. And now…”
He turns to his friends—Ed at the front of them, watching him with a sympathy Ling almost wants to laugh at. Of all the times for Ed to lose his anger at him… Ling deserves it most now. He rises staggeringly to his feet, and Ed furrows his brow as the scroll is pressed into his hand.
“You were right,” Ling repeats softly to him. “I’m no dragon warrior. But you are. You should be. Take it.”
There’s a heart-stopping moment where Ed only stares at Ling. Just as he finally starts to accept the scroll, and that weak, imposter part of Ling cries for the loss—
“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”
He’s struck face-first with chaste lips to his own.
Ling’s heart screeches to a halt and kick-starts all in one. He’s barely picked one to stick with before Ed’s already pulling away.
His breath catches at the set expression brightening that gaze.
“There’s only one dragon warrior, dumbass, and you were the one chosen for a reason. Come on, don’t make me recite all that destiny bullshit. You know I hate it.”
Ling can only blink at Ed for a moment, his face burning too warm to allow room for though quite yet. Ed smiles at the laughable sight he must make, then.
He places the scroll back in Ling’s hand, and holds his grip there.
“You told me once that you'd prove me wrong,” he says. “So do that. I'm waiting.”
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aeion1412 · 2 months
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Is this what love feels like:
to be touched and caressed, to be cradled and embraced, to soar high and dive deep with them into places you haven't been and feelings you even haven't felt and seen before your whole life...
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"Ah, love."
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- aeion1412
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phoenixtakaramono · 2 years
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I JUST HAD A CURSED THOUGHT
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Now that I see it, I cannot unsee—AND NOW YOU CAN’T TOO.
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BONUS:
Just look at these two dramatic evil goobers (affectionate). If Blitzo ever had a human guise, he’d radiate the same chaotic energy as XS’ evil boy genius
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blrrblog · 8 months
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To live is to suffer.
The pendulum of life swings us from joy to sorrow, pleasure to pain, calm to chaos, and back again, all in the breeze of uncertainty. Even in the sweetest of moments of our lives, suffering looms in the background, waiting for us to let our guard down, to shatter our fragile peace.
While suffering alone provides no reward, without it, we would not feel alive.
Even when we feel like we are just getting by, the suffering that defines our existence is vital to our experience on this mortal coil. And strangely, a little suffering is not a bad thing, for the pendulum of life would cease to swing if we did not have pain to guide us to pleasure.
In a way, suffering brings fulfilment, as does fulfilment bring suffering.
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softshuji · 2 years
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i would like to voice a thot dont ask how it came about
but if rindou was a kpop idol, he's a rapper. think abt it, deep voice, make out with the mic like its asmr, wears hoodies and shit like that
*puts down mic*
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thedemonshipper · 1 year
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shower-er, driving thoughts
Stop signs are commas and stop lights are periods
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kweenzillagurl · 1 year
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Me, complaining about any quiz results: why is it always giving me daddy issues? *kidding* if anything I have mommy issues
also me: *adopts sad problem characters instead of crushing on them* *goes for milves over dilves* *got emotional watching a bad moms Christmas movie* *only makes good-ish moms for my ocs* me, late at night, waking up in a cold sweat: do I have mommy issues????
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arwenkenobi48 · 1 year
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The more I think about it, the more I realise that my personality (the very core of myself) never really changed throughout my life; it just manifested in different ways depending on my circumstances.
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i don't know why but having all of these fucking awesome people in this awesome team, and then one of them's called timothy lawrence and i start breaking down hysterically
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Man at the end of the day they both really are the right people for him, they would definitely get along if their paths crossed, and then they could potentially form…
Huntlowza?!
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aeion1412 · 1 month
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"Why, why do you keep mocking them, when you know you're going to be punished?" the little boy asked me.
Patting his head, I answered him with a smile:
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"Remember, to give up freedom is being weak, and so, I fight for it. For everyone."
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giantsinthemist · 3 days
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Live life like it’s 2005
It was a different wavelength back then
My brain just did a whoosh style rememberance due to a song that just started playing and wow
I feel like our relationship to tech and online and nature was so different back then
The vast fields of imagination and the ever changing digital landscape with the preservation movements and back to nature stuff
It felt harder to get sucked into the screen
The closest approximation i can think of vibe wise now is a nook
Back when the screen was in front of your eyes and not behind them
Like you and your thoughts and humans vs the computer vs you and the computer vs humans
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about27th · 2 months
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what that's about
my shrink used to ask 'what that's about' every time i started to tear up while talking about something; there's always a deeper reason when you feel emotional
i had the same situation today where i discussed my business idea with an advisor; even though i've bn working on it for a while and am eager for it to succeed, i still doubted it when he said the idea is good and has potential, and tried to argue with it
it's funny that you're the only person who judges your own idea
i find it so hard to agree with him to a point that i almost burst into tears several times; i realised something was wrong with me, so i asked myself the question -- what that's about
that's about when you live a life lacks affirmation, when every action follows doubts and questions..
'this is not gonna work'
'you're wasting your time'
'you're gonna regret it'
'no one is really into you'
when these voices become a routine, i become those voices as well; that's why i kept challenging the advisor about my idea because every validation sounds too good to be true
i've to be the one attacking if no one does, just to keep my world 'real'; i'll only feel safe while being unsafe
this applies to all abusive relationships, victims rationalise getting hit as being needed by the abusers so they keep enduring it; this also explains why i always seek chaos in my relationships when things are going well, because growing up in a turbulent family shaped my perception of a normal life as one that must be chaotic.. again, let the outside world be in panic so my inner world wont be
it's time to change this
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bitchin-ass-pants · 2 months
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Late Night Rambling
There is nothing quite like getting slapped in the face by a universal fact about yourself that you had no idea about. I was reading a fanfiction about two people, one who gets touched by everyone and it drains them and the other people avoid touching. Reading this, paired with my chiropractor appointment today, and one or two split-second epiphanies led to the realization that I am severely touch-starved. I have 3 children, but they didn't know what a comforting touch is. They come to me for comfort. I have a mother who is in constant pain, so she needs physical contact to soothe her muscles. My husband, bless him, doesn't understand affection. He doesn't understand my need to touch him. He doesn't understand that when I tell him I need him to squeeze me it's because I'm tucking my soul back in. He very rarely ever touches me just because. The only time he touches me with intention is when we fuck, and sometimes its too hard. Too hard, too fast, and I can't handle it. Then he thinks I don't like him touching me. Second weirdest experience in the last 24 hours
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