TheEnd of...(inserthatedthing)

I know the header looks that way shut up and deal with your own shit before being mean about mine

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Einstein was a cheeky fucker

Finding out from my physics teacher that e=mc^2 was added as a flipping addendum WTF!

To borrow his words, it was a beautiful full paper on frames of reference and then a fucking bomb shell in the addendum. That cheeky fucker!

And for those unaware of the significance of E=mc^2 it is the relation between energy and mass it explain everything from why certain heavier things are harder to move to frickin' nuclear explosions!

and that cheeky bastard added it as an addendum!

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I don't know who needs to hear this today but-

You're allowed to make a joke multiple time, you're allowed to tell the same joke as someone else, you're allowed to think the same way.

It just shows that you're present, you're here, you match someone else's sense of humour, or more importantly you're catering to you. Humour isn't bound by those hearing it, quote vines to yourself or laugh at something stupid.

You are human, and human means emotion.

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Minecraft story mode casting

Me: Looks back on Minecraft story mode.

Me: Sees the list of youtubers who were in it.

Me: ...wait a second NONE OF THEM ARE PREDATORS?????

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Nargles are midichlorians

Sorry but i've got to get this out of my head and into the world.

NARGLES ARE MIDICHLORIANS!

As in the nargles that Luna Lovegood talks about in Harry Potter are extremely similar to Midichlorians (I hope im spelling that right)

Both have:

Invisibility

Yet are able to be seen with specific devices that use a strange kind of power (ie luna's magic glasses or the force)

Both hold some power over thoughts and their environment

Both are prevalent around people who can levitate things.

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*a fantasy team pulls up to a McDonalds drive-thru*

Intercom: Hi what can we get you?

Team leader: we'd like a Mcguffin?

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Person: Oh My French God

Me: french? is that why he's not helping? because he's on a lunch break!

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POEM: So congratualtions you have magic.

You have magic,

A wonderful luminescent light,

Small to start,

But ever so right,

But head this little witch,

The hunters have dogs, yet you are the bitch.

Be careful if your parents are religious,

They will persecute and burn you as wrong,

As crumpled wrecked paper, 

Because you are not a person, persons aren’t wrong.

You have magic,

Be careful if your parents are scientific,

They will study and research, and poke and prod,

Because you are unknown, and you have magic,

You have magic,

Be careful if your parents are teachers,

They will lecture and run and write until your fingers are stained in ink,

Until your hands are burned by paper and wood you wield.

Because you are unlearned, and you have magic

You have magic,

Be careful if your parents are kind,

They will hug and love and treat you as a shinning jewel, 

Until they say the wrong acknowledgment and you were the fool,

Because you are magic,

How could you ever be anything else,

Limits to parents and those that raised you,

You have magic,

Beyond them, beyond you, beyond reason and beyond fear,

There is no one quite like you, and that luminescence grew,

Then like the rush of lightning and fire…

You learnt quickly of the witch trials,

You learnt quickly of the shunning of salts and sage,

You learnt quickly what it means to have magic.

Your name not your own,

Your gender a witch, or wizard

You match and pair perfectly with other of your kind.

But you are not to meet,

You are not to believe, 

You are not to know,

You are not to learn,

You are not to have magic,

You are not to be magic,

That magic that burns in you bright and beautiful,

Or is it?

It blurs of colours grey and black, 

Were they once greater? or should they cease to be?

Am I magic?

Or was it all some cruel joke my mind played to me,

A game to juggle and jump,

Through hoops higher than the sky,

Above what a cow could reach above the moon,

But you are not a cow, you are different from a cow,

For they could circle the moon, glimpse upon a catch of starlight,

And you here on the ground.

You have magic.

So blend, be less than you are because you are nothing without magic, 

You cannot be magic, 

You cannot see the magic that others hold,

They sing the praises and acceptance in love,

WHILST THE STAKE BURNS BEYOND YOUR EYES,

AND YOU WERE MAGIC.

Yet you held the flame, you did not lower it or light it, 

Or perhaps you did you cant recall the lights are all grey now,

Yours or not.

And they keep jumping black,

But you cannot jump back,

The attack is coming from all sides,

And you are it,

Mum and dad told you be good,

Your friends tell you they are right,

They never said it point blank, 

for the truth isn’t a gun, 

its not a weapon to be held,

It does not harm, 

It cannot harm

You shouldn’t be hurt.

That our gods of magic and mystery are shackled to the floor,

And you tied them there.

You loved magic,

And magic loved you,

But if you really loved magic you would let it go, after all that’s what any good person would do,

Or so you presume, you have never been person, you are a bitch on the ground, below the moon,

You are never to be seen or shown or displayed, 

Why should you?

For you have not met gods of magic and light, 

They are mystery beyond sight.

You do not believe the promises beyond the pyre,

You do not know much more than eyre.

You could not magic and that’s alright with you,

You are not meant to be magic,

Nobody is meant to magic,

It is devils work and devils play,

And in the devil it shall stay,

You let it go once more tonight,

You let it go it was such a fright,

It shrieked and screamed more than any fire,

It ran and burned against your skin higher-

Than anything you’d ever seen,

And it was not grey or light or magic,

It was grey plasticine.

So congratulations you have magic.

Let it burn to nothing, not even ashes.

They will not see it or if they do. The next on the pyre is you.

[luend]

So this poem for a bit of context (whilst I still have it in my head), actually comes from my emotions in regards to LGBTQIA+ and how it feels to be LGBTQIA+ in my family sometimes. My parents do not begrudge sexuality, they are very positive and super great with that.

But their not very good with gender. As a non-binary it is really difficult sometimes to not hear the correct pronouns or my preferred name being used which btw is literally just a super short version of my actual name.

It hurts having the wrong gender assigned and just having to go with it, because when I have tried to correct them somehow that's offensive. They don't have a problem with anyone else hence the line:

"You match and pair perfectly with other of your kind.

But you are not to meet,"

It's referring to how they verbally recognised it at my coming out, they know what I am they understand what non-binary means. BUT they don't let me be it. The not meeting is in reference to how I'm not to be non-binary I am never to meet that point where I can be that.

(This whole poem has definitely gotten out there, even though the actual poem will probably never reach a single bloody person but- if you do have an experience like mine, its going to be okay. It hurts a lot, until it burns the edges of your being, but you will stand taller at the end. A brief burning lets the best bits show, and if that's your strength, your confidence, your friendship, your ability to learn let it burn brighter, that fire will still be there, but your light will shine above it and you will not touch starlight, you will be starlight)

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POEM: So congratualtions you have magic.

You have magic,

A wonderful luminescent light,

Small to start,

But ever so right,

But head this little witch,

The hunters have dogs, yet you are the bitch.

Be careful if your parents are religious,

They will persecute and burn you as wrong,

As crumpled wrecked paper, 

Because you are not a person, persons aren’t wrong.

You have magic,

Be careful if your parents are scientific,

They will study and research, and poke and prod,

Because you are unknown, and you have magic,

You have magic,

Be careful if your parents are teachers,

They will lecture and run and write until your fingers are stained in ink,

Until your hands are burned by paper and wood you wield.

Because you are unlearned, and you have magic

You have magic,

Be careful if your parents are kind,

They will hug and love and treat you as a shinning jewel, 

Until they say the wrong acknowledgment and you were the fool,

Because you are magic,

How could you ever be anything else,

Limits to parents and those that raised you,

You have magic,

Beyond them, beyond you, beyond reason and beyond fear,

There is no one quite like you, and that luminescence grew,

Then like the rush of lightning and fire…

You learnt quickly of the witch trials,

You learnt quickly of the shunning of salts and sage,

You learnt quickly what it means to have magic.

Your name not your own,

Your gender a witch, or wizard

You match and pair perfectly with other of your kind.

But you are not to meet,

You are not to believe, 

You are not to know,

You are not to learn,

You are not to have magic,

You are not to be magic,

That magic that burns in you bright and beautiful,

Or is it?

It blurs of colours grey and black, 

Were they once greater? or should they cease to be?

Am I magic?

Or was it all some cruel joke my mind played to me,

A game to juggle and jump,

Through hoops higher than the sky,

Above what a cow could reach above the moon,

But you are not a cow, you are different from a cow,

For they could circle the moon, glimpse upon a catch of starlight,

And you here on the ground.

You have magic.

So blend, be less than you are because you are nothing without magic, 

You cannot be magic, 

You cannot see the magic that others hold,

They sing the praises and acceptance in love,

WHILST THE STAKE BURNS BEYOND YOUR EYES,

AND YOU WERE MAGIC.

Yet you held the flame, you did not lower it or light it, 

Or perhaps you did you cant recall the lights are all grey now,

Yours or not.

And they keep jumping black,

But you cannot jump back,

The attack is coming from all sides,

And you are it,

Mum and dad told you be good,

Your friends tell you they are right,

They never said it point blank, 

for the truth isn’t a gun, 

its not a weapon to be held,

It does not harm, 

It cannot harm

You shouldn’t be hurt.

That our gods of magic and mystery are shackled to the floor,

And you tied them there.

You loved magic,

And magic loved you,

But if you really loved magic you would let it go, after all that’s what any good person would do,

Or so you presume, you have never been person, you are a bitch on the ground, below the moon,

You are never to be seen or shown or displayed, 

Why should you?

For you have not met gods of magic and light, 

They are mystery beyond sight.

You do not believe the promises beyond the pyre,

You do not know much more than eyre.

You could not magic and that’s alright with you,

You are not meant to be magic,

Nobody is meant to magic,

It is devils work and devils play,

And in the devil it shall stay,

You let it go once more tonight,

You let it go it was such a fright,

It shrieked and screamed more than any fire,

It ran and burned against your skin higher-

Than anything you’d ever seen,

And it was not grey or light or magic,

It was grey plasticine.

So congratulations you have magic.

Let it burn to nothing, not even ashes.

They will not see it or if they do. The next on the pyre is you.

[luend]

Poetry

Hey so, I am a poet, I like writing and reading poetry a lot.

So I'm going to start posting some. On my account so it can reach people, please let me know what you think if you see it. I know I have literally no presence on this platform, but you know what this is my blog I get to say what I what!

And I hope you do too! Because I'd really like some feedback to improve if anyone stumbles upon these

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Just impulse deleted ✨all my tabs ✨

SOMEBODY HELP

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So for the first time today, I referred to myself out loud as my new name.

As in by myself instead of my old name my subconcious recognised my new name as me.

I know that's not the most exciting, but I just got the biggest rush of affirmation from that so, I hope you do too!

[luend]

No FOLLOWERS

I dont want tumblr followers, no seriously. 

I want to die and someone goes onto my laptop and finds this goes through it finds out what was actually wrong with me and spread it like its the secret of the universe whilst I a spectral being observes the world that I was apart of BURN. 

[luend]

I am realising how emo this sounded now…

But to delete would to destroy the purpose of the post so just know I know I am cringe.

[luend]

Can confirm super cringe. but also I am the type of person who leaves little notes stuck to things and hidden in books (pieces of paper not writting on the books calm down) just so someone can walk into the cold room at work and move the shelves one day and see the little "U R COOL" note I put there a year ago.

So yes, make little things, collect little guys have tiny memories that make a big impact when they combine! You are worthy of it :)

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Thinking about the time, my dad very seriously took me to the dining table to have "a talk" only to introduce me to Dodo birds and recounts from old timey journals about them.

Like there was nothing about death, or treasuring nature or humans being destructive. it was just I'm going to tell you about this big chicken I decided

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AND this was at a time where my dad was barely home because of work, and I didn't talk to him beyond the brief. "goodnight" before I fell asleep because it was fricking 10pm

He decided BIRDS.

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Thinking about the time, my dad very seriously took me to the dining table to have "a talk" only to introduce me to Dodo birds and recounts from old timey journals about them.

Like there was nothing about death, or treasuring nature or humans being destructive. it was just I'm going to tell you about this big chicken I decided

[luend]

Midnight Brain: Uploads

OKAY SOOOOO

Uploading, I have recently and previously and just generally for all time been someone who checks dates. That includes on the back of the cereal box, the calendar everyday and most importantly to this midnight rant on uploads.

So I wanted to divulge a feeling a get very often that is when the upload happened yesterday. This feeling is the joy of knowing the project is not abandoned but the frustration at knowing that you will have to wait for its continuation as "It was just yesterday they can't have continued already"

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Okay people are always like:

haha the sim is so dumb i put them in a pool and take away the ladder, and they can't get out! Haha silly little sim!

THATS BECAUSE YOU SKIPPED THEIR ARM DAY!

take your little guy out to the gym!

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Lucid dreaming nightmare

Okay sooo I can lucid dream like constantly it's either lucid, autopilot that can be switched to lucid or nothin!

But at one point I got so good at it that in real life I started trying to use the powers I gave myself in my dreams, and then got frustrated when they didn't work, or just assummed they had worked...

So yeah, that's why I C O N S U M E media, to stop it from consuming me