why's the sky blue

ever since i was a wee egg i’ve been in love with the “Shattered World” type of fantasy worlds like theres floating islands in the huge blue sky and the people have adapted thru use of sweet lookin “probably shouldn’t be flying” flying ships and there’s settlements/old ruins/forgotten civilizations among the islands 

and usually there’s fucking sky pirates

Social Anxiety / Shyness

• You shouldn’t be forced to do a public presentation if the feeling of being in the spotlight makes you feel like every wall is crushing in on you or every eye is staring into your soul.
• You shouldn’t be picked on because you speak quietly or softly. Not everyone likes to yell and not everyone likes to have everything they say be heard.
• You shouldn’t be called “creepy” or “weird” just because you like to sit by yourself or be independent and quiet, avoiding everyone around you sometimes.
• You shouldn’t be asked “why are you so quiet” or “why are you shy” because literally, why is the sky blue? Stupid question.

It’s a part of who we are, and we can’t help the way we feel. We shouldn’t be teased, made fun of, or stepped on because we’re quiet.

And sometimes the quietest ones are the ones who just wanna scream out sometimes, but we choose not to.

Because that’s just the way we are.

Don’t question it. Don’t make fun of it. Just accept it. 👐🏻

the slytherin

Albus Severus’ sorting as seen by the Marauders

James: *excitedly* Another Potter for the Gryffindors.

Lily: You don’t know that.

James: Of course I do. Look at James, he is a Gryffindor. 

Lily: That’s the stupidest argument I have ever heard.

Sirius: He is a Potter though and a Weasley, there’s no way Albus is not a Gryffindor.

Remus: Lily, you know there’s no use arguing them, why are you still trying?

James: Because the sky is blue?

Remus: Yeah, you have a point.

Lily: I know he will probably be a Gryffindor but I just don’t want to see you disappointed if he ends up in Ravenclaw or something.

James: *offended* A Potter? In Ravenclaw? Please, Evans.

Lily: Albus is nothing like James love, you might be surprised.

James: I feel like you don’t want him to be a Gryffindor.

Lily: Don’t be ridiculous, of course I do.

James: Doesn’t sound like it.

Lily: I swear you are like a child sometimes.

James: What’s childish about knowing my grandson’s house?

Lily: That’s the thing, you don’t

Sirius: *whispering* Do you want to break it up or shall I?

Remus: Be my guest.

Sirius: OI! Enough. You bicker like an old couple.

Lily: Technically we are old Black.

James: Also you are one to talk, like you and Moony are different.

Remus: Hey! This is not about us mate.

Lily: *laughing* Now it is.

Sirius: I hate it when they do that.

James: Okay, he is on the stool. Come on another Gryffindor for the Potters.

Lily: *knowingly* The Hat is taking his time with him.

Sirius: It had taken almost 2 seconds with James.


Sirius: WHAT? I was rooting for you. We were all rooting for you!

Lily: Told you.

James: Sly– Slyth– Slytherin?

Remus: *shocked* You didn’t say Slytherin Lils.

Lily: Get a grip of yourself.

James: B-but he’s a– a– Slytherin.

Lily: *scolding* He is your grandson.

James: But Slytherin?

Lily: Snap the fuck out of it Potter.

James: I won’t, let me suffer in silence please.

Lily: He is an idiot.

Sirius: I’m going to go join Prongs in his silent suffering.

Lily: Seriously?

Sirius: I’m too disappointed to even make a joke about that.

Remus: I think I’m down for the silent suffering, too.

Lily: You are being ridiculous.

James: He is the grandson of a Marauder, you are being ridiculous.

Lily: Merlin, how did I ever become friends with them, let alone marrying one?

Sirius: You love us. Now, we shall suffer in silence.

I know the sky is blue.
I don’t know why you could never tell me the truth.
I know the sun rises in the east.
I don’t know what makes her so much better than I could ever be.
I know the first the first 9 digits of Pi are 3.14159265.
I don’t know why you found it so easy to hurt me.
I know the square root of 2116 is 46.
I don’t know why you left.
I know Big Ben is 96 meters tall.
I don’t know why you couldn’t love me.
—  there are some things i know, and some things i dont want to
The children were asking
a thousand questions about why
the sky was blue and grass was green
when suddenly their tongues
were stilled by an answer they
never saw. Now silence rings
in their place so loud a stone
can hear it in Arkansas.
So why not the men inside
the sky who only hear the roar
beneath their wings that rip
the clouds? Who believe the distance
is theirs for the way it turns
the heavens into a high of feeling
nothing at all? In which
they have everywhere to turn
as excellent pilots—really
superb—with nowhere to go.
—  Chard deNiord, “Children of Aleppo”