The problem with making a story that goes hard... Is that simply listening to a song (or a couple of songs) that catches its vibes right leaves you in a puddle of tears on the floor in the middle of a work day. I've got class in a while and dishes to do and laundry to hang and I am sobbing and suffering over pixels in my mind...
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there's like virtually nothing you can say to me or quotes u can throw in my face to convince me that 20 year old Lily was fine and ok with her husband (a.k.a basically the only person she has around) sneaking out at night to. what. annoy muggle police officers? So many people say "oh no she was talking fondly" and I never got it bc I've always read it as her coming across as annoyed. annoyed but trying to tone it down giving that it was a letter to Sirius. Like imagine you're 20 year old with a newly born baby having to live in almost complete isolation in the middle of a war and a half of the parental unit just decides to dip every Wednesday for #boysnight like what
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thinking about sirius and walburga, and about how they’re so similar; for this very reason they tear at each other, because “i can’t love myself, so i will not be able love you either, but i will try to show you the little i have and that is through blood and spit and tears”, and how they used to be a mother and a son, and he used to hold her hand, and she used to kiss his temple and hold him in her arms, the skirt of her dress an aura around them, and how they grew to be strangers, and about how how walburga was chained to the destiny sirius was supposed to have too, but sirius had always been so, so stubborn, more so than her, even, and he was not tied to a family that he did not want to have. because the thing is, walburga was a mother. she was supposed to stay, to love, to care for, but how could she, when not even her own mother had loved her? when all she carried with herself was bitterness and resentment? how was she supposed to love the boy who had her eyes, her mouth, her temper, her undying devotion, flesh from her flesh and blood from her blood, the boy of her tears and joy and anger? besides, he wasn’t her son anymore, he was euphemia’s, because even though he has walburga’s mouth, he smiles like euphemia, and even though he has walburga’s eyes, his eyes crinkle the same way as euphemia’s do. maybe he just wasn’t meant to be her son, and that hurt more than anything else ever hurt her. she knows he’s happy, he saw him at the station when he boarded to hogwarts, his eyes bright and his smile wide, and although she held resentment toward him because he got away, she was happy that at least he did not have to live the life she had to. and sirius is a star, bound to burn until there’s nothing really left of him, and she is a saint, chained to a life she did not want to have, a martyr of some sort.
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i think like this.
tag from this post of @drxxmingofblue, designs inspired by @deathbars, @zzoupz and @vincepti0n
crunchy tasty lineart under cut
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is this something (alt text under cut)
Image 1: Still from The Social Network of Mark leading Eduardo outside the party.
Image 2: Connor McDavid and Dylan Strome talking inside an arena.
Image 3: Transcript from The Social Network. MARK: “I’m afraid if you don’t come out here you’re going to get left behind. I want - I want - I need you out here, please don’t tell him I said that.” EDUARDO: “What did you just say?” MARK: “It’s moving faster than any of us ever even imagined and -” EDUARDO: “What do you mean get left behind?”
Image 4: Still from The Social Network of the above scene.
Image 5: 2015 headline from The Star, “Dylan Strome happy to develop in Connor McDavid’s shadow”
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last november, ran 8:15 min/mile pace for 13.1 miles (a hair under a 1:50 half marathon); it was absolutely everything i had in me -- i even pulled a muscle in my fucking arm in the process
this morning, ran 8:15 min/mile pace for 12 miles; it wasn't easy pace but i wasn't pushing it too hard, either, plenty of energy left over to do weekend shit
i've gotten stronger!!!
actually that's a fucking lie. i do not have plenty of energy left. i have enough but only just enough.
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Two hot water bottles 👍 I would get pain killers but that would mean moving and also the only water I have to hand is paint water so
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