Loz | I follow from crimsonzoroark

being completely and utterly against censorship is the main core principle of ao3.

ao3 was created specifically to host and give a platform to fics that were banned on other platforms.

therefore the most disgusting and shockingly vile fanfic you find is the exact reason why ao3 was created in the first place.

"He's... A better version of an old friend. But, thanks to you, I'll have to make another one."

A little bit of psychological trauma for everyone's favorite Golden Guard

the first one, titled "memory", shows a single, slightly crooked black line.

the second one, titled "PTSD", shows a single line that starts black and almost straight, suddenly turning red and wavy, surrounded by small dots, then gradually turning back to black and slightly crooked.

the third one, titled "C-PTSD", shows a single, wavy line broken in multiple points, equally mixed between black and red with small dots.

the fourth and last one, titled "DID", shows multiple parallel lines, one brown, one blue, one red, one purple and one gray, all broken in multiple points and surrounded by dots, the brown and red ones being wavy and the others being mostly straight.

Logical brain: That was an innocent mistake, and not anyone’s fault.

Opposite to Emotion (O2E) says that when you have those emotional urges that you know don't make sense, do the opposite! Want to insult someone? Complement them. Want to hole up alone? Go out.

She felt dizzy, even in her dream; she felt a great burden settle on her shoulders. And to make it even heavier, sleep was closing in again, and Roger’s face was receding into shadow.

She sat beside Will, and her eyes never left Pantalaimon, who stood trembling at the shore end of the jetty... watching, just watching, as the boat drew away and the jetty faded and vanished in the mist.

Day 30 Witchcraft 🦉

the month of august, softly whispering into my ear in its somber tone: “do you remember the cyclical nature of things? yes, every little thing must die and and in its death something new comes. nothing ever truly ends, it’s only another beginning, forever and ever and you must cherish this life wistfully or else your soul will shatter. your heart will break and break and you must learn to put it back together, even if it’s never the same again. you must live, do you hear me? and sometimes living means walking away, breaking habits, breaking down. it means bearing the heat and watching the drought devastate the nature around you while remembering the rain brings life again, that for new things to bloom something else must wilt and die first, and that the same will happen to you, again and again and again and…”

me: “okay but can you stop delivering change in kicks?”