anything and something

Why do I stay busy all the time and burn myself out so frequently??  hahaha just to escape the existential dread

anonymous asked:

uh i sent in an ask last week about this but it probably got lost so here i go again i guess? my best friend texted a few days ago and told me she's decided she's no longer bi bc its "a sin in the eyes of the lord." she says she still accepts me (i'm gay) but i'm really scared. she's the first person i came out to and told everything to and i think i just lost that. she was also my only sapphic friend so i'm feeling kinda lonely. any advice?

Im not sure if I could continue to be friends with someone who like Says That. Even if she says she accepts you she still… Has that awful opinion and I dont think that should be ignored? Im not sure if the situation could be resolved in any way other than like A. expressing that thats a fucked up thing to say especially when she knows youre gay and B. if she responds poorly smash that goodbye button

y’all my mom today,  was all like ‘ughh you can never make a decision’ 

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At everyone who sent me an ask/ a message and I didn’t answer it yet:

I didn’t forget it. And I want to answer it.

It’s also not like I don’t like you or don’t think you’re not important enough to answer your question/message.

I just either don’t know what to answer or I am too awkward to answer.

Because I want the answer to be perfect and I want everyone (especially you who asked) to be happy with it.

Also my internet is shitty and I’m on mobile so I don’t even get half of the asks people send 😅


The sun blazed through the open window, and Remus was cold. 

It was bright outside but the light that streamed down from the sky was white and startling and eerie. Nothing seemed to fit in the world. Everything was wrong. 

Drowning in a sea of emptiness, he was dimly aware of something struggling desperately against the waves. Amongst the numbness of it all there was a faint spark of something else, something far worse. Guilt. Because after everything, all that was gone and dead and lost, he couldn’t escape it. James was dead. Lily was dead. Peter gone, too. And all the voices in Remus’ head screamed ‘why’. Because between the lines of hurt and loss, all he could think about was the pain of it all. It hadn’t fully hit him yet, but he knew it had to at some point. He shouldn’t be thinking about himself right now, but it hurt too much to fathom. 

He’d been so close. So close to reaching what he thought could never be his. Three best friends for life, a chance to forget the past, a reason to keep trying. 

He’d never forget when they found out. Strangely, not because of the shock or the fear, but because of the looks on their faces. 

“We know,” James had said. 

“It’s okay,” Peter had smiled nervously. 

And there had been no judgement or disgust on their faces. James was just proud of himself for clocking on so quickly. Peter merely worried in case someone discovered what they’d learned to become. They couldn’t care less about what Remus was. They just wanted to help. And never in his life would Remus have been able to predict that he would meet anyone who’d react that way. He’d pictured a thousand times over what might happen if anyone came to know his secret. He’d ran it through in his head night after night, and each time would end up burying his face in his hands and praying that it never happened. 

And then it did, but it couldn’t have been more different. And part of him, the part that rarely found voice, had whispered ‘maybe these guys are different’. And, for once, Remus thought that maybe the voice was right. 

He’d never forget his first day at Hogwarts. Meeting the three boys on the train who were too loud at first, but gradually their shouts and laughs became a soothing song in Remus’ ears. Staring up at the castle before him as the others charged wildly to the entrance. They’d called on him to hurry up, but he’d found himself unable to move. He just stood, awestruck, as it all washed over him. How, in a million years, he had been allowed to go here. Their first night in the Gryffindor dorms, when he’d pretended to get angry when the others stayed up into the early hours giggling, but secretly smiling as he ducked his head below the bedsheets. Every prank, every joke, every lesson they’d skipped and teacher they’d tricked. Even the very feeling in the bottom of his stomach when they were about to do something they shouldn’t; he’d never forget that. 

How could something so bright and so beautiful just stop existing? Funny how the flick of a wand could change everything. How one person’s decision… 

Remus screwed his eyes shut and pulled his knees tighter into his chest. One person. One decision. And that one person… He’d been stupid for thinking he could avoid it. Thought that if he put it out of his mind long enough he’d somehow forget. But the sun that shone through the window reminded him of the smile that had shattered his whole world all those lifetimes ago. 

Remus hadn’t thought a person could do so much to someone’s head. Never realised that a wink or a grin or a stray lock of hair could make his stomach do somersaults and his cheeks blush pink. Ironically, Remus had never cared for dogs before. He didn’t dislike them, necessarily, just didn’t find them anything worth fussing over. Which was one of a million reasons why, years later, he’d wondered if he was going insane when he realised that the sight of a huge black canine could spread a grin across his face like wildfire. 

Remus bit his lip as he sobbed aloud. 

Oh, Sirius. 

Remus would never know why, or how, and didn’t know if he wanted to. Through the all consuming pain he could just make out the taste of Sirius’ lips; the warmth of his mouth and the touch of his creamy white skin. He could just see the glint of mischief in his eyes and the flash of his childish grin. The echo of his laugh soared over the grief like a broken melody that Remus couldn’t ever hope to block out. Oh, Sirius. Padfoot, how? Why? 

None of it made sense. The world made no sense and nothing was right. Sirius was gone, the sun was too bright, and Remus was cold.

tumblr servant is a godsend with a lot of useful functions but my primary use for it is this

so let’s say you’re a big fan of transformers so obviously you don’t want to blacklist #transformers, and you’ve got this cool friend kyle, but every single time kyle posts or reblogs something about transformers it’s just… it’s garbage. it’s a Bad Post. he has bad opinions and he should feel bad. you know that it’s petty shit but it irritates you every time you see one of his bad, bad transformers posts. but most of what he posts is awesome! you don’t wanna unfollow his ass! so you make a tumblr servant instead and even if he doesn’t tag shit about shit, if the word ‘transformers’ is in the post at all you will never see it. peace is restored on your dash. you are free.

you can also do a lot of other shit like dim posts or highlight posts or give you notifications etc etc etc but i mostly just hide Bad Fandom Opinions because i’m petty

Here have two gays guys being dudes


The jacket origin story that no one asked for

This isn’t what I planned.
—  Ravenclaw, with no plan and no intended plan either

Michaela Pratt, a known badass [requested by anon]

  • Hufflepuff: Hey, how are you today?
  • Ravenclaw: Eh
  • Hufflepuff: The weather has been nice and sunny at least!
  • Ravenclaw: meh
  • Hufflepuff: Well I hope you enjoy your day!
  • Ravenclaw: kay

anonymous asked:

do you ever think about how when even was manic he said 'we're so going to get married' and then when he was depressed he said 'in another universe we're together for all eternity' and cry

I cry more about what that turned into actually??? They started off talking on such a grand scale, “man of my life” and “married” and “eternity”, and while that might be romantic… I feel like that didn’t serve Even particularly well? If you’re living life as a film, you might make the big gesture and let the curtain fall. If you’re living life thinking of all the parallel universes, you can comfort yourself that one of them is getting it ‘right’. What I really loved about season three was that it wasn’t too precious about anything, Isak and Even enjoyed all the talk about the infinite and du er mannen i mitt liv but it wasn’t what ended up actually meaning the most to them. 

What wound up being the most important thing was you and me and this bed and now. And then ‘move in with me because I want you and your dirty socks and your elbow next to mine on the kitchen table’. The everyday, every day. The “now” means more to me than any hypothetical forever and they’re giving everything they could right at this minute. That’s what gets me more than anything with them, seeing them take such good care of each other because they aren’t counting on anything else. Because life is

Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King


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