One of the worst things that
SOME
religions have done to the world is convince people that being religious is a straight 1-way-ticket to heaven, and that their behaviour (for the most part) doesn't matter.
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One of the worst things that
SOME
religions have done to the world is convince people that being religious is a straight 1-way-ticket to heaven, and that their behaviour (for the most part) doesn't matter.
When I was like 6 or 7 (.) i didnt realise that recipes for food or just food that had no xyz (like no egg/no flour etc) could exist for more reasons other than a) Don't have X ingredient but want to eat Z or, b) allergic to X but also want to eat Z. Like I didn't realise that (for ex) an eggless cake could exist and be comsumed by someone just because they didn't like eggs and people didn't necessarily have to be allergic to an ingredient to eat the no-X food. And as a picky ass kid, that misconstruted line of thinking put me off of so many food because they had ingredients I didnt like (see: egg in cake) even though i couldve saved the trouble and just gotten the eggless one. But I have to say, when I figured it out, it was the happiest day of my life like i distinctly remember love in the air that day
im so stupid
I've eatwn so many lentils in the past 24 hours I've given myself massive amounts of gastroentrisis i yhink
Fate kisses me on my forehead as hope claws sink into my skin
i lay, vulnerable to faith, on the floor of the vast universe.
And peace walks away from me
happiness evades me but peeps
innocence lays in the clutches of God, who's convinces her im dead
and yet i born anew the next day
kept dying while trying to speedrun roblox doors sorry guys
Fate kisses me on my forehead as hope's claws sink into my skin
i lay, vulnerable to faith, on the floor of the vast universe.
And peace walks away from me
happiness evades me but peeps
innocence lays in the clutches of God, who's convinced her im dead
and yet i born anew the next day
I could've been an athlete.
I'm disabled so I could've been on the Paralympics. I loved swimming, TT and figure skating. I had trained, I had planned to go professional and competitive.
I was good. I was really good.
But I couldn't go. My family didn't let me. There was always something that would stop me; We have no money, We are muslim, We don't allow you to do that, That's haram. Why couldn't I go? Why did that matter more than my abilities?
I was good. I was really good.
I could've been an artist. I loved painting (oil and water colour, the latter of which I had worked day snd night to get better at), I had a distinct passion for it.
I was good. I was really good.
But I couldn't do that either; There is no money in it, AI will take over it anyway, You aren't that good, It's haram. Why did that matter more than my abilities?
I was good. I was really good.
I wanted to do astrophysics. I had a love and understanding of both maths and physics, or, at the least, enough to be able to do it. Physics had always fascinated me and I could've done it
But I couldn't do it. Because you didn't let me and now I am nothing. And you've moved on because you never cared. It never affected you. It's just me here, stuck with no way to leave.
I was good. I really was.
In an absolutely DEVASTATING turn of events, that one tweet that summarised SVSSS as Snape x Harry has made me despise Bingyuan/Bingqiu.
In other news, it has also, by the unpredictable twists and turns of cosmic faith, endeared Snarry to me.
I dont know either leave me alone
Heres the tweet for those wondering
In an absolutely DEVASTATING turn of events, that one tweet that summarised SVSSS as Snape x Harry has made me despise Bingyuan/Bingqiu.
In other news, it has also, by the unpredictable twists and turns of cosmic faith, endeared Snarry to me.
I dont know either leave me alone
In a universe where Shen Yuan knew he was gay, he would be a Snape Wife for Bing-ge.
THIS IS HOW I FOUND OUT WHAT SNAPE WIVES ARE????
of course it's never too late but i can't deny it would've been nice if i had come right out of highschool with a plan and a functional brain and a body that worked right and a supply of hrt and a million dollars and
My mind is a jungle RAWR
(petitioning with the Severus fans to accept my humble offering😋)
Ilya Rozanov is draco malfoy and Shane Hollander is Harry Pottter and Hollanov is drarry send rweet
Walburga Black did not fall in love. That was not something she did, she had decided that much when she was young.
Because her examples of love were rotten and stained with blood, like a corpse in a crime scene. If love was in marriage and what her father and mother had was “love”, Walburga would have rather drowned at sea than live a life like that. Like her mother. Quiet and docile, like a doll more than human.
What she did realize, she was that she was already falling in love.
It was in the quiet moments she spent with Druella, watching Druella stretch before a dance or pull her hair into a braid. The gentle movements of Druella’s hand like a whisper in the wind, folding in her golden hair with this sweet smile on her face. Sweet enough that Walburga felt like she might get a cavity if she stared too long.
It was in the loud moments—the laughter in the dark in sync to the pounding rain. The secrets shared in the cries of a storm. The tears shed in mourning or in joy—it was in the kingdom of memories, an invisible castle, the only place between heaven or hell strong enough to hold what they felt for each other.
It was in every breath and every word, it was in every touch they shared—every brush of hands and every time they dared to hold each other too close.
Walburga had not realized it until it was too late, but she had fallen prey to the world’s most tempting predator; the devil had coerced her into committing the worst sin. The sin of loving; of holding someone far too close, of daring to strip off the armour of a battle-worn soul.
The first time Druella pressed a kiss to her lips. It was different from the peck on her cheek or her hand, it was something holy. Almost religious. Walburga had wanted to take her face in her hands, cup it like a grail holds holy water, and tell her the truth. The ache that grew inside of her, squirming under her skin, when she had to think about letting her go.
Walburga’s lips met Druella’s and that was the only way Walburga might ever find herself in heaven. If this love was sin, her soul might rot in the flames of hell eternally, and she would still find bliss in holding onto this memory.
There was no one who knew the cold hunger or the cruel nature of Walburga’s mind better than Druella, and there was no one who knew how to soothe her pain better than Druella. Sometimes Walburga wondered if in a way, she had cheated god. Was it alright to feel Heaven, even in pieces like this, without ever having to die?
Walburga had asked once, “do you think it’s okay for us to do this?” She had asked with little hesitance in her voice. It did not matter what Druella said, because as long as Druella might let her, Walburga would follow her to the ends of the earth.
“Why wouldn’t it?” Druella had traced her lips lightly over Walburga’s neck. Walburga’s eyes fluttered close. The brush of her lips on Walburga’s skin was the flutter of angel’s wings reaching to the sky.
“Isn’t it wrong?” Walburga whispered, but she didn’t let Druella go. How could she? How could she ever imagine a life where she didn’t get to hold Druella’s hand?
“Do you think it is wrong to love?” Druella’s lips moved to Walburga’s cheek, cupping Walburga’s face in her hands. Walburga reached for Druella’s fingers, tracing over Walburga’s lips, and pressed a kiss to the back of Druella’s hand.
“And, anyway, who decides what is wrong and right?” Druella murmured. “If it was up to me to decide if this love was wrong or right, I would say nothing else in the world would ever feel right again if I didn’t get to experience it with you. The sunsets and the stars and even the push and pull of the ocean at midday…I don’t want to experience any of it if I can’t experience it with you.”
Druella’s hands moved to Walburga’s chest, feeling the thump of her heart.
“Is it so wrong to want to feel like I am capable of being loved just as I am capable of loving?” Druella kissed Walburga again, with the same reverence as she always did, “is it so wrong I want to prove to you that you can love, too? That you’re worth all the love I can give and more?”
“How can you ever expect me to believe I am, at all, worth any bit of your love?”
“If you don’t believe me now, I will make it my life’s mission to make sure that someday, you will.”
Walburga held Druella’s hands in her own, and just then, the sun flickered above them, like the heavens wanted to answer. How was love ever to be considered a sin?
How could something this pure ever be evil?
- I haven’t posted abt Ravendove in a hot minute sorry guys but I’m back on my Ravendove grind hehhe
I’ll also post more of my Ravendove fic soon bc yurrrr
Sorry if the dialogue is a bit chunky or cheesy…
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jerked off to an insane nobleflower fic this morning
AND YOU DONT SHARE WITH THE CLASS???
narcissa who couldn’t sleep unless her curtains were pulled apart so the moonlight could spill onto her bedsheets. narcissa who’s favourite colour is white (alice loved this about her—she’d never met anyone else who’s favourite colour was white). narcissa who’s favourite flower is spider lilies. narcissa who got regulus into reading (she’d always let him borrow her books). narcissa who secretly had a fascination with the midieval and ancient sorcery (she’d be badass with a sword btw). narcissa who felt so much all of the time but never knew how put it into words, so she’d say nothing at all. narcissa who was envious of bellatrix. narcissa who despised divination. narcissa who excelled as the top of her year in arthimancy every year. narcissa who struggled with an eating disorder. narcissa who found out during puberty that she was a metamorphmagus and was forced to hide it by her mother (who was also secretly a metamorphmagus). narcissa who’s favourite drink was cranberry juice. narcissa who didn’t agree with andromeda’s life choices but never lost touch with her even after she’d been disowned and blasted from the tapestry (this was a secret of course, but they’d always be sisters, that would never change). alice who was the first person to truly know and accept narcissa for who she was. narcissa who fell in love with alice and was scared so she pushed herself away. they lost contact fifth year but narcissa never really stopped loving her (heavy struggles with compulsory heterosexuality + internalised homophobia </3). narcissa who stood up for sirius when lucius tried to humiliate him by spilling a bunch of stuff to walburga and orion at their family christmas dinner. narcissa who was completely alone navigating motherhood. narcissa who’d do anything to protect those she loved, no matter the consequence.
my sweet, sweet girl. she’s so misunderstood.
crying. going to use these in my fic
RIP Bellatrix Black, you would've loved Peggy by Ceechynaa
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Do not touch Lan Wangji's wife!!!