the sad songs are still the sad songs. your smile is still the image in my head when i fall asleep. i still cry when i think of what you did. it’s been a year. the ghost of your faults still follow me around. it has been one year. one year and you’re still the center of my storm.
so someone replied to my fae hp post complaining about me shitting on jkr’s world-building cuz actually it’s “something she did really REALLY well”??? the universe is amazing
but now im once again thinking about jkr’s shitty shitty world building &
do you ever just pour one out for all the magic theory we could’ve got
like holy shit joanne, did you never like. take a science class? did you get through your entire academic career without attending a single science class
you don’t learn the practical before you learn the theory!! especially not when that practical is dangerous as shit
harry learns theory once, when he’s taught DADA by umbridge in fifth year, & it’s entirely presented as a terrible no-good very bad teaching method primarily chosen to punish the students & also a sign of umbridge being ~overly protective
which, ok, not entirely unfair, harry is a fifth year & also they’re lowkey At War, but still. the fact that the whole academic curriculum at hogwarts does not at any point delve into the why of magic as well as the how is fucking TRAGIC. we could have had it ALL
why do spells have colours? what’s the history behind the incantations? (why isn’t history of magic about how spells developed over time???) are all spells affected by your emotional state like the patronus is? what the fuck is arthimancy & how in hell does it work where is my book that’s just hermione’s arthimancy textbook ft. all her notes scribbled in the margins why are you writing fantastic beasts when you could write THAT joanne!!!
like, god. how do wards work? how do you paint a moving portrait? who’s the wizarding equivalent of isaac newton? what are the limits of healing spells? would healing spells cure cancer?? why are there very specific spells for some things & then incredibly vague spells for other things? what’s the difference between ‘reparo’ & ‘episkey’? if you place a charm on an object does it last longer depending on the charm or your ability as a wizard? both? does the object affect the charm? is magical energy a finite resource? is it something wizards channel or produce? is there wizard discourse about whether it’s channelled or produced? is wizard/muggle a black & white binary or a messy grey spectrum? why can wizards do such incredible weird things as kids but not as adults? does learning spells ruin a wizard’s ability to do ‘accidental wandless magic’ when stressed/upset/in danger?
i have!! so many questions!! jkr is never gonna answer!!! cuz she hates me!!! why does she hate me!!! give the textbooks joanne!!!!
i unfollowed all the inactive blogs and now my dash is dead. to keep it short, sorry if there is no a fancy header since im too lazy and too busy with my very upcoming exam, but those are the things i would like to see:
☆ shounen and seinen (tg, snk, bnha, naruto, bleach etc…) ☆shoujo (orange, tclp, etc…) ☆ bl (19 days, out of control, all about lust, youjin etc…) ☆ TAMEN DE GUSHI ☆sport anime (hq, free, yoi etc…) ☆ballroom e youkoso ☆noragami ☆little witch academia ☆studio ghibli ☆makoto shinkai ☆voltron ☆castlevania ☆art ☆food ☆marvel/dc ☆tv shows (stranger things, asoue, etc..) ☆movies (hp, lotr, the hobbit, etc..) ☆mythology ☆seasonal anime
♡tag system [more like a must not a bonus tbh] ♡DRAMA!!!! FREE!!!!!!AND ABSOLUTELY NO SHIP DISCOURSE!!!!! [again a must not a bonus] ♡make your edits/art/gifs etc.. ♡active and friendly ♡ are following me
just REBLOG this and tag the fandom in which you are. if i don’t end following you, again, not your fault, it is just me. thank you so much for your patience ♡ and mutuals it would be appreciated if you could SIGNAL BOOST it!
atmosphere became thick and awkward, but Jungkook didn’t understand this kind
of thing. Examining you for answers, didn’t help in finding a solution for this
man’s remark. Your own good, was already facepalming at the Star Wars
reference, that only enjoyed Namjoon even more.
“Did you really have to use that line??” You muttered, finally getting the
man inside. His dimples flashing, bringing a shadow ball to curve on the side
of his cheek, walking to stand in front of his creation.
Notes: I’ve noticed I’ve been leaving out Loghain, and I will gladly add him if someone requests it.
Alistair Theirin - He was always more of a dog person, ever since he watched his cat swallow a pigeon whole. Those kind of things stick with you, ya know. They don’t just go away after a while. In fact, if anything, that moment had been burned into his mind. He was positive he had watched the cats jaw unhinge. But when he stared at the small feline in the Wardens hands, a soft ‘Awww’ had slipped out. With a stealthy look around, to make sure the dog wasn’t looking, he gave the feline a small scratch on the head. The warden wouldn’t be getting the kitten back, ever. Soft mewls could be heard from the inside of his shirt or the helmet tucked under his arm.
Alistair Theirin (Romanced) - He didn’t know what was cuter, the wardens hopeful face or the kitten in her palms. Haha who was he kidding it was definitely her. He would tilt his head down, pressing a soft kiss against the wardens mouth, mumbling a soft thanks as he picked her up and the kitten.
Zevran Arainai - Felines were truly elegant creatures. All long, sinew limbs, slipping through small cracks and crannies, fast to strike and even faster to run away. How could this animal not represent him completely? Well, other than a crow, of course. He would chuckle at the Warden, taking the kitten with one hand and looking it over. “Although, I am charmed, I will have to decline, my dear Warden. Although I am absolutely charmed with the little beast and of course, you as well, I can not accept a living thing. I am a Crow, do you not remember? Well, ex-Crow, which is worse! The poor thing would not last a week with me.” He’d then deposit the kitten back in their hands and head off before they could force the feline back in his hands.
Zevran Arainai (Romanced) - He would hesitate, staring at the small kitten. It was small, vulnerable and weak in his hands. And young. So, very young, orphaned and now in his care. He’d gently turn it onto it’s back, running a finger up and down it’s stomach as it mewled. “I will accept this gift, My Warden.” He said softly, a rare, small and soft smile on his face. And then his smile would grow lascivious. “I do love p-” He’d chuckle as he was smacked softly on the shoulder. After, he would sit alone with the kitten, humming. It would be nice, to have something to remember the warden by.
Leliana (Romance/nonromance) - The soft gasp that would leave her lips would be between something akin to shock and something akin to wonder. “Really? you really mean…?” Her hands would go out, pulling the kitten to her chest, practically cooing over the thing as if she were it’s feline mother. She’d press a soft kiss to it’s wet nose and her eye’s would twinkle, glancing up at the Warden. “Thank you. Almost as cute as Schmooples.” (If Romanced) “Almost as cute as you.”
Morrigan - “If you are unable to take care of the beast yourself, Warden, do not push it upon me under the guise of a gift. If I had wanted a pet I would have my pick of the entire forest I dwelt in.” She would deny the cat outright, but the kitten would disappear from the Wardens tent the night. In the morning that kitten could be seen padding after Morrigan, bumping into her ankles and purring. Her face would go red when stared at and she’d huff. “What? What? It is not my fault that the beast follows me! Keep your gaze to yourself.”
Morrigan (Romanced) - She’d be amused at first, gently prodding and petting the kitten slowly and softly. “Why do I need this creature when I already own you? Tis pointless, My Warden.” She’d reach over, gently petting the hair with a chuckle on her lips. “You are much more fun then some feline. Though, if it will please you, I will care for the creature.”
Ohgren - Ohgren would grunt, eyes narrowing. “S’that’s what one a those look like?” He’d reach out, snatching up the kitten. His face would fill with alarm as it mewed and he’d be gentler, cupping it in his hands. “Shit. It’s softer than a nug. Probably tastier.” The Warden would squint, hands twitching for the feline. “I ain’t gonna eat it! It’s not even fattened up yet, Stone…” He huffed, holding the kitten away from the warden. Despite his comments, he never ate it, and it grew up to be a great attack cat.
Shale - Shale would look disinterested, walking away. “It kills birds.” That would stop Shale right in their tracks. They’d slowly turn around, holding their hand out. “If it finds pleasure in destroying in the feathered ones, then I will take it.” Shale is commonly seen with the kitten on their shoulder, and just as promised, bats away any birds that may try to poop on the Golem.
Sten - He would grunt, eyebrows furrowing. “Why would you give me such a thing? I have no need for it.” He would scowl when it mewled at him, begging to be pet. “Take it away! It’s…looking at me like that.” Of course Sten would eventually relent, but looking none to pleased about it. The kitten grew up to be the most spoiled thing in THEDAS. Somewhere, Leliana is whispering ‘Softie!’ And Sten is groaning.
Wynne - She would not mind taking the gift, smiling and giving a small nod. She’d be flattered, really, but.Despite her motherly nature, she would have no idea what to do with the feline. In fact, she’d be downright awkward. What did it need to eat? Why couldn’t she change it’s sleeping schedule so it could be easier to travel, not having a sleep cat in her arms or on her shoulders? Of course, she’d get the hang of it, happy for the gift. Someone to keep an old woman company.
Dog - He would snuffle at the kitten, nosing it until it fell over. The dog would gently take the nape of it’s neck into it’s jaw and would wander off with it’s new charge, lounging around the camp with the small kitten in between the dog’s paws, ruffing softly whenever someone came too close.
Notes: This is adorable. I find this adorable. Does this make me egotistical?
Harry goes into one of the dangerous, off-limits areas of the castle to be alone. Malfoy follows him, and a wall collapse traps them in a small cupboard. Draco is panicking, and Harry tries to calm him down.
fault we’re trapped in here!” Malfoy hissed.
leaned against the wall. He’d come to this small cupboard often that year.
Forbidden zones of the castle were blessedly silent, and after clearing some of
the debris from the small space, it had been a comforting hideaway for him. To
get away from the attention, the praise. To get away from having killed
my fault I’m trapped in here,” he said slowly. “It’s your fault you’re
trapped in here. For following me, right to this point.”
shaking hands formed fists. Harry’s gaze darted down to the motion, and then
back to Malfoy’s face. At one point, they would have fought, but he knew Malfoy
wasn’t going to hit him. He looked defensive, not offensive.
all, he looked distracted from his fear.
been staring at me more and more,” Malfoy said, after several, tense moments.
“It has become too ridiculous now. I was going to demand you explain yourself.”
a few breaths before answering. Malfoy matched the timing of his inhalations,
and exhalations. He was calming down.
“A lot of
people stare at you.”
because he always seemed on the edge of a panic attack. Every loud sound. Every
sudden change in light. A wand being drawn.
scared him most of all.
hated watching Malfoy shivering, even beside by the fireplace of the common
room all the seventh year repeaters shared. Shivering even under many layers of
clothes. Like he’d never feel warm again.
fought hard to keep the Ministry from continuing to use Dementors. He wasn’t
the only one. Eventually, they’d won that battle. But not until after the Death
Eater trials were over.
staring at me!” Malfoy hissed.
shivered. Malfoy had stepped closer in his annoyance. The space was too small,
it put them too close. Less than an arm’s length between them.
expression twisted. “No?”
meant to distract him from his fear, now Harry was too eager for the
opportunity to talk to him.
a small space was the worst timing…and yet…
promise something when I know I can’t keep that promise.”
face twisted through several expressions. His hands relaxed from their fists.
They were finally still. No shaking.
here it is sasha and these follow spree are getting annoying i kno i kno BUT it seems like the 75% of the people i follow are on hiatus so i have to step my game up. to keep it short, sorry if there is no a fancy header since im too lazy and too busy with my very upcoming exam crap i should study instead of writing this, those are the things i would like to see:
☆ shounen and seinen (tg, snk, bnha, naruto, bleach etc…) ☆shoujo (orange, tclp, etc…) ☆ bl (19 days, out of control, all about lust, youjin etc…) ☆ TAMEN DE GUSHI ☆sport anime (hq, free, yoi etc…) ☆kiznaiver ☆occultic;nine ☆noragami ☆ little witch academia ☆art ☆food (BC) ☆marvel/dc ☆tv shows (stranger things, etc..) ☆mythology ☆seasonal anime
♡tag system (more like a must not a bonus tbh) ♡DRAMA!!!! FREE!!!!!!AND ABSOLUTELY NO SHIP DISCOURSE!!!!! (im here to enjoy my ships. not to see 823647263478293 powerpoint slides in which you lowkey judge me for my very fictional ships. again a must not a bonus) ♡make your edits/art/gifs etc.. ♡active and friendly and if you scream in the tags let’s tot scream together i won’t mind
just REBLOG this and tag the fandom in which you are. if i don’t end following you, again, not your fault, it is just me. thank you so much for your patience ♡
NOTE: This is not said to make white people feel guilty about their privilege. It’s not your fault that you were born with white skin and experience these privileges. But whether you realize it or not, you do benefit from it, and it is your fault if you don’t maintain awareness of that fact
Follow me @sethnocentric
I am sorry but if I plaster all over my blog that I reblog NSFW content
and post it and I tag it appropriately and then you come into my inbox
and tell me not to write it because you are sex-repulsed, that is no
one’s fault but your own. Why did you follow me in the first place I
literally have the warnings plastered all over my blog ffs
“Clint, what are they doing here?” I hiss, dropping my bad to the floor.
“Hey, don’t get up on me, this isn’t my fault.” He says, his tone angry, though I don’t think it’s because of me. “I told them I was going to talk to you myself, but apparently no one trusts me.”
“Sorry, Barton, but you’ve never really been known to follow through with stuff like this in the past.” Tony says.
“Seriously, Nat? You let them follow me?” Clint asks, his voice filled with hurt.
“I’m the one who put the tracking device in your jacket.” Natasha answers, her voice even.
“You would seriously turn on your friends like this?” I question. Everyone turns to look at me collectively, as if suddenly realizing I was there. “How dare you.”
“What?” Steve asks, his voice quiet.
“I told you guys she didn’t want to come back.” Clint says through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you guys ever listen to me? Even when you listen to me, you never really hear what I’m saying, do you?”
“Clint, please w-” Nat starts to say, but I cut her off.
“No, you don’t get to make excuses.” I say angrily. “You don’t get to come here unannounced and uninvited, and you sure as hell don’t get to stay.”
“(Y/N)…” Bruce says quietly.
“No, all of you. Get out.” Everyone looks surprised. Everyone but Clint. He just looks tired and sad. No one makes a move to leave, so I repeat myself. “Get. Out.” I growl, pointing behind me at the door. “GET OUT.”
idk, i made this late last night and really liked it??? but also my emotions are confusing right now??? so sorry if it’s hard to follow. @pidgeshipweek
I looked up at the stars.
They were so bright.
There is a tree to the right of me.
I’m laying on grass with there being nothing else there but that one tree.
It seemed like there was so much color in the sky. Too much.
Reds and blacks, spread out through the night.
Blues and yellows, a dying hint of it in certain spots.
I closed my eyes, and let myself drift back to reality.
“Pidge! Can you hear me! Pidge!”
Someone was calling my name. My eyes still closed. I couldn’t make out who it was though. It sounded muffled.
“Hmm” I groaned back, not able to talk. I felt so much pain drifting through me.
I opened my eyes. I realized I was laying in someones lap. When I look up, I see purple fur, and pointed ears. They didn’t look familiar. Not until I noticed something.
“Pidge! Oh my fuck, you’re ok!”
I knew who it was now. There was no doubt in my mind. Though they looked unfamiliar, I knew those eyes anywhere.
As I attempted to speak, I screamed in pain. I clenched onto my chest, where my heart was. I looked down at it, and saw purple scratch marks. I couldn’t breathe.
“Pidge, don’t worry. We’re almost at the castle.”
I was so confused of how I got there. Where exactly was I? And why was I there?
I pass out again.
I see the stars again. The sky still lit up, but with even more red now. The black of the sky was gone and replaced with more blues and yellows. You could just barley see the stars.
“Aren’t the stars so pretty tonight?”
I heard a voice. I turned my head to the right, just a bit, to see a figure in black and red.
I nod my head and close my eyes.
“Pidge! Come on, Pidge. You have to wake up!”
“We’re loosing her!”
“This is all your fucking fault! Why did you have to go all on your own!”
“My fault! I didn’t ask her to follow me! I never thought she would!”
“Well you should have thought of those things before you went off! And look! Now she’s about to die!”
“Shut the hell up! It’s not like I want her to die! I’m the one that fucking saved her! I didn’t see you trying to save her!”
“Both of you shut the fuck up! She is waking up!”
I recognized the last voice almost clearly.
I opened my eyes, and saw I was back on the ship in a cryo-pod. I saw Hunk right in front of me with tears in his eyes.
He opened the cryo-pod, and lets me fall. Luckily he catches me so I don’t fall to the ground.
“Pidge! Holy shit I thought you died!” Hunk said as he was crying while hugging me.
We were kind of sitting on the floor, but also I was almost laying there, unable to move.
Lance came next.
He hugged me so tight, and I screeched in pain.
“Sorry! Holy crap, don’t ever do that again.” He said as he let go of me and grabbed my shoulders so i was looking at him.
Then Shiro came.
He didn’t hug me, though. Instead, he looked at where my heart was.
“What the hell did they do to you…”
He seemed so concerned, but shook his head and gave me a light hug, making sure not to hurt me.
I was now on my knees do to repositioning so they could hug me.
Keith was last.
He went down on his knees and looked at me.
Before he could realize anything else, before I could realize I could actually move again, he hugged me. Tightly, but not enough to hurt me.
He had tears pouring down his face, into my hair.
After a few seconds of hugging, I let go of him, and drifted away, hitting the ground hard.
“Do you know how the sky got this way?”
It was the voice again.
This time, when I turned to look at him, he took a much more familiar shape.
“The place you were in left you like this. If you hadn’t been saved, something far worse could have happened.”
How did my mind make this thing look like the person I want to see most right now, but not wake me up long enough to say anything?
My eyes start falling. Slowly closing
When I wake up, I’m in my room. No one is in there and I’m alone.
When I get up, I walk toward one of the windows.
We’re settled on a planet.
It’s night time.
Though I don’t look up at the sky, I already know how it looks.
Red and black with hints of blue and yellow.
I look forward, out in the distance.
I see one tree in a field of grass.
Nothing else there but that one tree.
And one person laying underneath it.
I walk out toward the tree and lay down on the grass, the person still not noticing that I’m there.
When he does, he isn’t startled by it, but says this:
“Space is scary to be in. You should never be alone out there. Thank you for coming for me. If I were to be alone in space with someone, I’m glad it was you, Pidge.”
He reached out his hand toward me.
I grabbed it and held it tight.
“If it was space, drifting through your eyes, that made me this way, then I’m happy to go back. Your violet eyes saved me, Keith.”
now that the hell year is just about over i thought i’d do a little shout out to my friends and mutuals. both those who followed me over from my old blog and the new ones i’ve met here or through twitter. i send my best wishes and hope that 2017 is a far kinder year to each and every one of you.