This Time Scrolling Social Media As A Substitute For Genuine Human Connection Will Work. I Know It

i physically cannot see them romantically no matter what. like they can be making out and it’s still literally just a gay guy and his girl best friend

i have once again reread running on air

Been reading Frankenstein for class recently and Frankenstein seems in love with Henry

Nobody gives me butterflies anymore, y'all just give me brain damage.

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

graves grow no green that you can use.

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OK but Draco getting visibly annoyed every time he hears someone say that Harry is the Heir of Slytherin is so relatable because which among us hasn’t had that reaction when we hear people wildly mischaracterizing one of our blorbos?

not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping

I just wanna say. There's something deeply poetic to me about how Nigel thinks about the Templar knights. They were, to him, the epitome of greatness and something to look up to. Something he seemed to wish he could be. But the crusaders (and thus the Templars) ultimately lost, there were like 10 crusades and they didn't win a single one. And Nigel absolutely has to know that, not just from how obsessed with it he is but it's a religious school for crying out loud. And also just common info.

Nigel wanted to be a person who partook, though not directly, in a battle he knew he wouldn't win. He wanted to ultimately die, alongside so many others, for what would ultimately be nothing. They protected people as they traveled, that's really all the Templar knights did. He saw himself as a protector in some way. Dying in the name of a god that didn't save them.

No clue if this actually makes sense I'm very high. Just food for thought.

I notice everything. I just don't say anything.