things what are true

anonymous asked:

The fun thing with "the creator lied to us" is that it implies different things depending on who we assume wrote it. Like, let's say it was Alice. What if she was only "loved by all" on the fictional side of the screen? She could've been one of those characters that was popular in-universe, maybe a bit over-hyped, and boring or annoying to the audience. Realizing her fame was fake would be quite a betrayal.

We sort of have different characters saying it too, seeing as Barley’s belt says “LIAR” on it. Though it’s worth noting the official Instagram posted a photo of the message with “Lied about what, exactly?“ (or something to that effect), which implies that the lie was somewhat universal.

do you ever look at all the fanwork the bnha fandom has made for the “Dabi and Todoroki are brothers” theory, most of which existing without even an expaination under it, just assuming you know about the theory, and you look at all these things linking Todo and Dabi and Endeavor and you’re like. Imagine if this theory isn’t even true in the end. How damn weird all of this will end up being.

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It was an idea I had, I think, when I was flying from L.A. to somewhere. I thought it would be nice to lose our identities, to submerge ourselves in the persona of a fake group. We would make up all the culture around it and collect all our heroes in one place. So I thought, A typical stupid-sounding name for a Dr. Hook’s Medicine Show and Traveling Circus kind of thing would be ‘Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.’ Just a word game, really.”

—Paul McCartney, 1984

  • Ravenclaw: *wakes up in a cold sweat*
  • Ravenclaw: Oh shit I slept in!
  • Ravenclaw: *Remembers it's Saturday*
  • Ravenclaw: *immediately goes back to sleep*
When you were asked about your plans for the future for the first time, you hadn’t even had your first day of school yet and there were dozens of szenarios in your head of how you’d spend your life.
It took a few years for your dreams to be shaped, until the vary shadows formed contours and you could answer with a small smile playing around your lips whenever someone asked you about that time which still felt so far ahead.
However, in middle school, you had to realize that life wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought before; that many of the things you had once dreamed of would never be possible but then, new ideas started to form in your head and when your friends told you about the subjects their older siblings were studying at university, you almost couldn’t wait to grow up and follow your dreams.
In high school, you had learned about your abilities and the topics you’re interested in, what you are good at and which issues you would rather avoid.
Now, when you were asked about your plans for the future, you could answer with several opportunities lying ahead of you and you’d talk about the cities where you would have liked to study. Graduating no longer seemed out of reach nor sight but still far enough away to not worry about details or feel the need to have your whole life planned out.
But then senior year comes around.
The first weeks, even months, still feel relatively normal, compared to high school, even though more and more people around you have a concrete idea of what they will do after they graduate.
But in the beginning, it’s still possible to laugh it all off, to shrug your shoulders and form an alliance of carelessness with those who feel as lost as you do when it comes to the future.
And you begin to remember all those dreams you once had, especially those who will never truly leave your mind and you cannot stop asking yourself whether it would actually be possible for you to follow them;
if maybe, just maybe, you are really free to achieve whatever you want.
Yet, it is still easy to forget about it all by focusing on the tasks ahead, the final exams and the preparations for the last educational events you’ll ever witness with these people who have been a part of your life for so long.
It’s not hard to simply surpress your worries and fears but then the end of this final year in school comes closer and closer until all the ‘last times’ are beginning.
The last time studying for an exam, the last presentation or the last movie you’ll watch bored to death while doodling on your paper.
But also the last free period spent outside in the sun with the people who mean the world to you, laughing until there are tears in your eyes and your ribs hurt, the last time being late to class because all of you rather stay in the car to finish singing this one song, the last time of ever laughing about a joke of that funny kid in your math class.
And then, suddenly, there is only one week left until you will all go separate ways, hoping that your paths will cross again someday and you cannot possibly understand that this part of your life, which seemed endless back when you were eight, will actually come to an end.
—  // and it is when you are standing on that hill behind the building, looking over the place where you spent almost your whole life, that you realize that it might just be true what people say;
that good things have to come to an end to make room for even greater adventures
j.d.m.

People actually expect me to believe that if you throw a group of only one sex inside a fucking maze with no memories, no social, cultural or religious discourses forced upon them, no outside influences of any kind for years and years with only each other to grow close too, trust, survive with, protect, build with, bond with etc. 

That eVERY SINGLE ONE WOULD END UP STRAIGHT??????!??!!

50 Philosophical Questions
  • Send Me a Number and I'll answer that Question!
  • 1: Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?
  • 2: If you could choose just one thing to change about the world, what would it be?
  • 3: To what extent do you shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?
  • 4: Does nature shape our personalities more than nurture?
  • 5: Should people care more about doing the right thing, or doing things right?
  • 6: How can people believe in truths without evidence?
  • 7: Where is the line between insanity and creativity?
  • 8: What is true happiness?
  • 9: What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to?
  • 10: What makes you, you?
  • 11: What is time?
  • 12: Is mind or matter more real?
  • 13: Do you make your own decisions, or let others make them for you?
  • 14: What makes a good friend?
  • 15: Why do people fear losing things that they do not even have yet?
  • 16: Who defines good and evil?
  • 17: What is the difference between living and being alive?
  • 18: Is a “wrong” act okay if nobody ever knows about it?
  • 19: Who decides what morality is?
  • 20: How do you know that your experience of consciousness is the same as other people’s experience of consciousness?
  • 21: What is true strength?
  • 22: What is true love?
  • 23: Is a family still relevant in the modern world?
  • 24: Where do thoughts come from?
  • 25: What is beauty?
  • 26: How do you know your perceptions are real?
  • 27: How much control do you have over your life?
  • 28: What is freedom?
  • 29: What is infinity?
  • 30: What happens after we die?
  • 31: What defines you?
  • 32: Is it more important to be liked or respected?
  • 33: Do we have a soul?
  • 34: Where does the soul live?
  • 35: How should people live their lives?
  • 36: If lying is wrong, are white lies okay?
  • 37: Is trust more important than love?
  • 38: Is it easier to love or be loved?
  • 39: Is it better to love and lose or never to love?
  • 40: Do aliens exist?
  • 41: The structure of DNA appears to be intelligently designed, what are the implications?
  • 42: Is there a reason to life?
  • 43: Is life all a dream?
  • 44: When does consciousness begin?
  • 45: Do dreams mean anything?
  • 46: Can we have happiness without sadness?
  • 47: How did the universe begin?
  • 48: Is there a supreme power?
  • 49: Do soulmates exist?
  • 50: What is a normal person like?
Sleep tight

“This is ridiculous!”

For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”

“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.

Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.

“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.

Harry heard Terry snort.

“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.

“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”

“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.

“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”

Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”

“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.

“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.

“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.


Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.

It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.

At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.

He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.

After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.

As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.

Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.

It really wasn’t fair.


Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.

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‘cause i know i’m not easy to deal with sometimes

aka frank iero being a little shit 

Are you Living or Merely Existing?

If you want to really live, and not just exist, then try and work on the following:

1. Love other people in a selfless way. Even though you may get hurt, or you may suffer disappointment, overall you’ll gain more than you ever stand to lose.

2. Learn to notice and appreciate Nature - and spend more time outdoors as it’s good for your health.

3. Take chances. Although it’s clearly stupid to throw caution to the wind, we thrive and grow most when we seek to stretch ourselves. So take a risk, branch out, and try some new experiences.

4. Find your passion. Althought it’s good to experiment and to try different things, we also need to discover what our true passon is …and then invest ourselves and our time in that.

5. Sort out what’s important from a low priority … then eliminate time wasters, and focus on essentials.

6. Deal with the scar tissue that’s stopping you from living. You don’t have to live in fear of being hurt again. Arrange to see a counsellor – and get the help you need.

7. Laugh more and often as it’s good for your health, it oils relationships, and helps you gain perspective.

8. Eat more chocolate (although limit your intake). Indulging in some chocloate will help to boost your mood. Also, too much self-control can slowly drain your energy.

Im Seymour And I Live Up Here
In Desert Sands Inside My Sphere

And You May Think I Just Dont Care
About Those Things On Earth Down There

Now You Might Think My Hubris Grows
And Blocks My Vision Down Belows

So I Cant See Whats Happening
But Thats Not True, You Lying Thing

You Slandrous Fucker, Bastard You
Who Think To Tell Me What To Do

I See Just Fine. You Plain Are Wrong.
My Hubris? Small. My Eyes? Their Strong.

Now I Will Tell You How It Is
For Seymour In This Realm Of His.

Most Every Day I Wake From Bed
And Slap My Cosigns Round The Head

I Thwinck Their Snouts, I Flimp Their Brows
I Pummel Them Until They Rouse

Then Off They Go To Do My Will
They Dig And Dig My Sands Until

I Tell Them Stop (I Never Do)
And While They Dig I Look At You.

I See Your Sadness Here And There
When Times Are Bad And Fates Unfair

A See You Smile And See You Frown
I See Your Moods Both Upp And Down

I See You Eat A Radish Yum
And As A Baby Suck Your Thumb

And When Your Old I See You Die.
No Thing Escapes My Watchful Eye.

So When Your Feeling So Alone
Without A Friend And Far From Home

Just Turn Your Gaze To Dome Of Blue
And Know Seymour Is Watching You.