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[si-van]

Ok this is going to be the nerdiest shit I’ve ever writen, and it’s full of cliches I had, but please still read this, because I took the time to type it out lmao. 

Anyway, I retook the pottermore test, like the fucking sorting hat (That website has changed since 2012, shout out to the new website design tbh). Anyway all my life I thought i was a hufflepuff, but lately that has seemed off, like a lot. Mainly because of the fact that I have 0 loyalties, I dont give a fuck like at all I’m just a nice person to everyone but if theres an ass i feel like dropping, I will. So I thought, hey maybe I’m slytherin... Like I’m cold.. not very cunning, but I’m solitary as shit, I’m not competitive though. But that doesn’t work either.

Gryffindor? Doubtful, but I love attention and I am quite courageous, so maybe? But still doubtful, because even though I have those qualities, I just don’t care for them. Also, I am  fair and I would hate being in a house that wins every year only because of favouritism. 

The one house I was CONVINCED wouldn’t be mine was Ravenclaw (Even though everyone believed I was one). Why? Because I’m smart as fuck, but I am WAY too lazy to fucking use my brains, I have never studied in my life, I take dumb risks, I am terrible at maths. My main argument was I am not a snob, and I am creative. BUT GUESS WHAT! I took the test, and I got ravenclaw! And all these years I judged ravenclaw without fucking knowing what their house was about, I missjudged it. I am quirky, and complex, very curious, I need knowledge, I gather up random facts, I enjoy being with missunderstood geniuses, I love thinking, I love art and writing. And it finally makes sense! 

Anyway, where I’m trying to get to is this: 

1) Research shit before assuming

2) At hogwarts I would’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw and I would’ve cried because I was a hufflepuff for 5 years of my life until this year where I realised I was a fake and started being true to myself and accepting I love intellectual stimulation and that I am actually a pretty terrible person when it comes to having loyalties. So ultimately the sorting hat probably knows who you’ll evolve into, and now that I think about it, I may have lied a bit back in 2012, because I wasn’t proud of being an intellectual. 

[si-van]

people who think I'm straight: eggs and bacon youre mistaken

people who think I'm gay: ding dong you are wrong

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[si-van]

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The night before the verdict Ben and Val were both seated next to each other, Val had cried a lot, claiming she was probably being framed, but Ben disagreed telling her she was being ridiculous and that it was impossible for a crime committed in the middle of London to not have a single alibi in her defence. His reasoning didn’t stop her from weeping.

Val was not a killer. Anyone who stood next to her for more than a minute would know that; Val’s best friend, Ben, had even said it himself. But unfortunately the police worked with evidence not just unexplainable feelings people gave off, And Val happened to have been at the wrong place at the wrong time and as implausible as it seemed, everything indicated she had committed the murder.

Another fact about Val, was that when she was as silent as she was, right after she had stopped crying, it was usually because her mind was working, trying to design a plan. As for Ben he knew she was scheming, and that her plans were all ridiculously flawed. At last she spoke:

“If I want things to go my way, I’ll need a plan B. I think I may have a plan”

Ben felt a shudder as she spoke. He had a bad feeling about this plan, but intrigued, he listened. however, the plan was worst than he thought, he told her this was not the only her most egregious idea, but also the most reckless. She reacted by saying it was the only way to not be wrongly imprisoned. He tried so hard to convince her to not go through with it, but the darkness in her eyes showed her mind was already made up. Tired he said goodnight and begged her to make the right decision. “It will do more bad than good” He said.

Later on that night, Val had snuck out and found the perfect setting: a dimly lit pub in a vacant street, with only one bartender and no cameras. Surprised to find a girl with tears in her eyes the bartender asked her if she was alright, she replied by taking out a gun out of her pocket “I’m so sorry” she shot. “I refuse to go to jail for a crime I did not commit”

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I’ve been waiting for this gif set

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Rape Escape

Easy and very effective

Requires nothing but your body

Includes attack

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Very useful to know, pass and share please.

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Worth watching

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I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this. 

I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head. 

Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away. 

So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out. 

I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot 

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and im asking to all of my followers who see this post in your dashboard to please press play to this video, you never know when this is gonna be useful, PLEASE DON’T IGNORE IT.

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This is one of the first moves I was taught in Krav Maga, and it is one of the most effective.

It took me about a half hour to get down with practice, but once you get it, it’s an intuitive movement.

Please pass this along, it will save lives.

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Important

[hayei]

Please reblog this.

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posts saying white cis males suck

posts saying all men suck

friends reblogging those posts

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me wearing a hat

me wearing another hat

me wearing another hat

me wearing another hat

me wearing the first hat again 

me wearing another hat

:)

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My CoHF end.

Don’t hate me for this. Sorry if there are any mistakes. Translated it myself.

Raziel looked at her expectantly. His words slowly seeped into her mind. “I give you one life back.” One person. How could she decide? How could she opt for one – so many died.

She looked at her mother, but she seemed to realize nothing of all this. Her tear-streaked face was pressed on Sebastian’s shoulder. Someone had closed his eyes. The blond hair was speckled red. Still called the t-shirt is covered in blood.

A thick lump formed in her throat. She turned her gaze and met Isabelle’s eyes. She looked at her pleadingly.

Clary had to let her gaze wander only a few inches, then she knew why.

Alec had collapsed. This was the first time that she saw him crying and it broke her heart. It broke her heart to see how he wept for Magnus and clung to his dead body, as if to bind him to the world of the living.

She had to think of Maia, who had sacrificed for love. Who sacrificed herself because Jordan would otherwise be dead now.

And she had to think of all the others who had lost their lives in the last days… In the last year. How she wanted to decide who deserved to live? How could she impose this burden?

"Make up your mind, or I have to withdraw my favor."

She swallowed hard. Her brother was dead and Alec and Jordan had lost the love of their life. Max had died. Imogen had died. Madeleine had died. And so many she even didn’t now.

Now, her mother looked at her. She nodded slightly and Clary knew what to do. “Not Sebastian …” she muttered.

"You will not bring back your own brother?"

She shook her head resolutely. “He does not belong in this world. He has never. My father has changed him so that he could never lead a normal life. And after everything that’s happened, he would only live as outlaw.” Her next words tasted bitter in her mouth. “Not Magnus … He has lived so long. Has so many people that he loved to see die. He would not want to be brought back. “

Clary slowly turned around. Jace stood between the Lightwoods and her mother and Sebastian. As he didn’t know to whom he should cry. She had never seen him so helpless. Then she saw the Lightwoods. Isabelle, who was holding her crying brother in her arms. Robert and Maryse who watched helpless in how their children were trying to pick up the pieces of their broken hearts.

Resolutely she turned back to Raziel. “There is only one person that deserves to live - because he was never allowed to live.”

The archangel looked at her expectantly.

"Max Lightwood."

She knew that neither Sebastian nor Magnus still Maia had decided otherwise. She knew that no one would hate her for this.

She did not know whether Luke or Simon or the other wounded would survive the day. But she knew that Max would give them all hope. And there was nothing she needed now more than hope.

A bright light surrounded them all. She could see through her narrowed eyes, as all the blood of Sebastian and Magnus bodies disappeared. They looked now as if they were sleeping peacefully.

The light slowly faded. Raziel was gone. In his place - with crooked glasses sitting – stood Max and looked at her with a puzzled look.

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this is honestly the best thing i have ever read