Because I honestly thought it was going to be a oneshot but joke's on me 😂🙃🤣
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At First Glance
Synopsis:
It started off rather simple really.
At first glance, he only noticed the new fifth year with her unorthodox late arrival for sorting. While he was indifferent to the girl being sorted into Slytherin, he still clapped in support of his house.
He never expected that those small glances he took towards MC would lead into a world of adventure, friendship and unexpected pain from his own doing.
Chapter 1 ...At the New Fifth Year
Chapter 2 ...On their Friendship
Chapter 3 ...At Feldcroft
Chapter 4 ...At MC
Chapter 5 ...On Her Ignorance
Chapter 6 ...At His Dreams
Chapter 7 ...On Hippogriffs
Chapter 8 ...On Changes
Chapter 9 ...At Hope
Chapter 10 ...At Poetic Sensibility
Chapter 11 ...On Love
Chapter 12 ...At Reality
Chapter 13 ...On Work
Chapter 14 ...
Chapter 15 ...
Chapter 16 ...
Chapter 17 ...
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Americans be like it is totally normal for an entire stadium (including military members) to stand at attention while a fast food clown mascot sings the national anthem
when we say "it is functionally impossible to parody Americans in a way that will actually insult them" this is the sort of thing you're up against. is your sick burn funnier than corporation burger clown sing national anthem baseball game? no?? of course it isn't.
If Ratatouille mechanics were real, there would be a whole market of businesses offering the services of operating rats to people who want them, and it'd be like how bees produce honey. People in the rat business would be so exhausted of having to explain over and over again that no, the rats aren't being exploited. If the rats didn't like how they're being treated, they would simply not return. There's no goddamn way to force a rat to be so passionate about playing the saxophone that they'll figure out how to puppeteer a human to do it for them. All that the business does is finding a way to put that specific rat in the hair of someone who's about to go on stage.
A rat manager who is a rat and deals on their end of the deal is exhausted of having to explain over and over again that look, an average fully grown adult human being is like 200 times your weight, their hands are very fast and they can throw things better than you want to imagine. If one of them things didn't want you in their hair, you're not going to stay there for long. You'd be yote out the window in two seconds flat.
Context for anyone who is wondering: Lamine Yamal's parents won an UNICEF raffle for a charity photoshoot in which Barça players posed with kids, and 5 month old Lamine happened to get 20yo Messi. Which is like. Literally insane
I do think the ability to emoji-react is a net win for human communication. not only does it give you an outlet for 'I see and acknowledge this but don't have a verbal response' but it also adds a pleasing alethiometer element to things
my coworker announces that he's off to the dentist. someone reacts with a tooth emoji. is this a statement of dentist solidarity? a wish for my coworker to return with more (or fewer?) teeth than he set out with? simple word association? who can say
Grief is just love where there is no physical place for it to go.
Distance is a curse that divides us.
An uncomfortable airplane ride, credit debit build up and watching my savings vanish means nothing compared to that smile when you saw us again.
I told my mother once that I didn't care. Money is money. There isn't another time again to see you. I got us tickets to go.
I was sick when I flew over 3,000 miles to see you. In fact it was the third illness in that month that I had. I had just got food poisoning I when they told us you were hospitalized.
We decided to leave to go see you. My sib and I were last to go. I finished grading before we cleaned house, bought Knick gears Conferance Final Champ Merch to leave behind to make the house feel better when we would come back.
You were always a basketball fan. You tried to teach me, I sucked at it but I remember the feel when I finally got the move right. I didn't make the team. But it was okay, you still loved me anyways.
I didn't take pictures of us when I saw ypu at the hospital with my sis. You asked us how we were doing. We only told you the highs, not the lows. Our plans, not the failures we faced. I didn't want my last picture of us seeing you sick.
There wasn't much of a good bye, just a "see you later".
We flew back.
Waiting for the call.
You got better. I knew it was false.
Everyone talked about how you were slowly getting better in the weeks we left. When we were there, we lied why we came. You valved your privacy like that. Now everyone knows.
They always say that when people who are terminal always gets that moment when they are better, fuller with life. But I knew too much from my studies to be blind to the present.
You said you wanted to make it to your birthday. I only kept contact through my mom despite having whatapp on me before I knew. I think I already said my goodbyes and didn't have the courage to keep communicating more despite the family chats.
You were the last one to send a video.
I can't keep watch, keep vigil the night next to you. Flying to you isn't cheap. Not at last minute either.
Things are different in America. We would have more time from death to funeral.
I'm far from you Tío. I kept watch from away. Writing this. Wake till dawn. I'm sorry I couldn't be there at your wake, your funeral, but I was there when you were alive.
Happy Birthday Tío,
I'm sorry you couldn't make it a few more hours till your special day today but I still love you from afar.
It is never too late to learn, it is never too late to love, it is never too late to make something, it is never too late stop hating, it is never too late to be better, it is never too late to do the right thing,
Whatever it is you want to chase, it's never too late to start the run.
