On Tumblr Dot Com The App, Kill Yourself Is A Basic Greeting. It Means Hello And Goodbye Like Shalom

the suffering never ends

This is cinema actually

OCHAKO'S BUN HAS THE SAME STYLE AS TOGA'S I AM NOT OKAY 😭😭😭

demon king laios, who made the world his enemy

Polites died believing that the world is kind, and yet his death contributes to Odysseus deciding to become a monster. Absolutely devastating

controversial opinion but ive suffered enough and should get everything i want for forever from now on and also im pretty cute

sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down

My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.

Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.

abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao

silly girl—cedric diggory.

summary: based on ‘silly girl’ by chloe moriondo.

word count: i’ll add later. but it’s short.

fanfic no. 049.

flowers bloomed where he walked

angels sang when he talked.

you laid your head down on your pillow as thoughts of cedric diggory saturated each thought in your head, until even in unconsciousness you would be thinking of him. and he would brighten your dreams with a radiant haze, a golden hue, that left you with a faint smile upon your lips as you slept and dreamt.

in your own world, the one where you were happiest and the least alone, cedric was nothing short of perfect, nothing short of wonderful. in this world, the one that didn’t exist, you truly believed there was a chance he could like you back even a fraction of the amount you adored him. you could believe anything in this world and it would come true.

only would you snap back to reality when the smile you cast him across the room went unreciprocated, because he didn’t notice you. if he knew your name, that was as close to being friends as you were and might ever be. but you were so often thinking about him, it felt like you knew him. it was a harsh reality you were faced with when he reminded you day after day you didn’t know him at all.

but in your little world, you knew him.

but that wasn’t really him.

and today, as you sat captivated by the boy who seemed to be surrounded by a golden aura, you sighed heavily, wondering how you could have ever thought someone like him would fall for someone like you. someone who dulled in comparison, someone who was only tepid alongside someone so vivacious.

as class was dismissed, you packed your things slowly, absentmindedly as you caressed your sorrows gently, in the hopes they wouldn’t be too unforgiving, unbeknownst to the group of boys teasing cedric for turning pink. turning to leave, you dragged your heels against the stone floor, intently listening to the odd sound of friction from your own feet that you hardly noticed that of anyone else’s. not even the footsteps running up from behind you.

or your name being called repeatedly.

“y/n!” a voice called, followed by a hand on your shoulder. “blimey, you’re a fast one,” cedric chuckled.

bewilderment was slow to wear off, leading cedric to speak again when faced with your silence.

“are you alright?”

“yeah! are you?” you forced out, wondering if something was wrong or if you’d left something in class.

“yeah. can i carry your books?” he asked, a smile gracing his features.

“why?” you asked curiously.

he scoffed awkwardly. “well i don’t have to,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“no!” you said quickly, shoving your books into his stomach and then turning to walk down the hall again.

cedric snickered a little, but caught up again with your books in his hands, just walking alongside you in silence as he thought about the best way to broach the subject after that encounter.

“do you need the answers for the homework or something?” you asked. “i haven’t finished yet but-”

“no, i don’t,” he interrupted you, but calmed your nerves with a charming smile. “actually i wanted to ask if you had any plans this weekend?”

stopping in front of your next classroom, to which you were five minutes early, you shook your head. cedric stopped too, recognising the charms classroom and asking if this was your next lesson.

“yes,” you replied, and he handed you your books back carefully, fingertips brushing against yours.

“not a bad end to the day,” he commented. “anyway, would you want to go to hogsmeade with me, then?”

“me?!”

“well, yeah. i’m asking you, aren’t i?”

it’s as if you were in your own little world again, a dreamlike state, which forced you to snap the hair tie on your wrist against your skin, wondering if it would startle you awake. but you stayed right where you were, and cedric looked more nervous by the second, the more you inflicted silence upon him.

“are you sure?”

“quite,” he laughed.

before you answered, you looked around the deserted corridors for someone peeking behind a corner and listened carefully to the quietness for the sound of chuckling in the distance. but there was nothing but cedric waiting patiently for your response, rocking between the toes and heels of his feet, hands in his pockets with his shoulders tensed.

“i’d love to,” you said quietly.

“great!” beamed cedric, running a hand through his hair, releasing a breathy laugh.

as students began to filter into the corridor, walking to and from their lessons, cedric kissed you on the cheek before strutting down the hall, leaving you in awe.

“see you saturday, 12pm!” he shouted as he turned around.

but today, thursday at 2:03pm in the afternoon, was the day your own little world and the world you were forced to live in everyday, shifted into each other’s orbit and began to merge together. the day you realised cedric diggory thought of you too.

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