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one very important advice i want to give you is to stop suppressing your emotions. this will literally kill you, iâve experienced it myself to the point where it got so bad that my body reacted with physical pain. and by letting out your emotions i donât mean crying on public transport (even though this is also valid!) but donât say itâs fine when itâs not. everyone is telling us to be positive and to not get upset over little things but if little things upset you please be upset. because the goal is not to SAY that everything is fine but to BE at a state where everything is fine which you can only achieve by letting out what needs to get out.
healing isnât always fun. itâs work. itâs hard.
sometimes itâs taking time for yourself. sometimes itâs crying for hours and hours. sometimes itâs relapsing. sometimes itâs being mad and angry and frustrated. sometimes itâs seeking help. sometimes itâs just talking it out. sometimes itâs forcing yourself to eat. sometimes itâs reliving something traumatic. sometimes itâs wanting to scream. sometimes itâs singing your favorite songs very loudly. sometimes itâs laughing with your friends about stupid things you did. sometimes itâs having hard conversations.
again, healing is hard. but it still needs to be done. and iâm proud of each and every one of you who are trying. because i know it can be so so so draining. i believe in you.
miss americana is trending 2 worldwide and it has its own emoji!! im pretty emo over that since in the miss americana film taylor talked about the taylor swift is over party hashtag trending and now the film itself is trending because THAT is how many people love and respect you taylor

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chance encounters and attractions at first sights and meet cutes are great, but all that is nothing, compared to the normal meetings. the kind where you say hello stranger, the kind that becomes hello i see you're here again wow, the kind that goes oh turns out we'll regularly be stuck with each other. the story of circumstance somehow bringing you closer and closer together. in fanfic this would be the slow burn? is it a slow burn? does that count? perhaps.
meet cutes are sudden, unexpected, and yet somehow it is expected that it has to go somewhere. right away. but with mere circumstance, everything just progresses at a steady pace, where you go from acquaintances who just happen to frequently encounter each other, to friends, to friends that intentionally hang out w each other --
im just here for that slow development, that possibly way overused cliche of the slow realization that hey, oh my god, everything's just growing and now could it be something more? it's that tswift narrative still, that best friends becoming more trope, and i would like to argue that it is these sorts of relationships, the kinds where the foundation is completely pure and honest and not trying, that are the best kinds because you do get to see less filters when the getting to know stage wasnt with the intention of getting into the other's pants.
you know what i want? i want to keep hanging out with someone, and get so used to the just being with that someone, and be real friends with that someone. and something like watching a movie together, and how he'd take your hand, and somehow in that moment, you know, that this is the point where you might be breaking the friendship boundary. how i would say, you know we probably should talk about this. and the conversation would revolve around the risk that being 'more than friends' would entail, but how beautiful it is because really, you saw a side to this person that you would never have seen if the set up from the beginning was a landi.
what do you want out of this, why now, is this for real -- things i would probably want to clarify. i would probably admit, you know, i am not averse to the possibility... with emphasis on the ellipsis..... longer pauses. suggestive. we could... try... or not. like, not try too hard, you know, let's not make this too awkward.
you'd start with taking my hand. you would know what i like, i would too. we talked about this before, back when everything was open and friendly conversation. it may or may not have been the dropping of hints part. there is the awkward. the walks that used to be filled conversation about anything and everything become silence. is it because you've run out of things to say?? there is this recognition that this time, the set up changed. how does one navigate all this, i would wonder. one would break the ice, pretend that nothing changed... because really, nothing much changed, except the feelings are now out in the open.
the people around you were probably secretly shipping you. probably knew it before you did. were waiting for it. wondering if the narrative is going to be the totga kind. there is going to be relief that gahd finally.
you know i would really like the discreetness of everything. that way you would lightly brush your fingers against mine when we walk. or how this time, when we cross the street, you hold onto my arm or lay your hand on my shoulder as if to guide me. or maybe one time, in a rush to cross a busy street you would just. take my hand. like some kdrama scene. little beginnings.
the hangouts become dates. how you become slightly more protective, because this time things are clearer. they're okay. yes, you can act that way. standing inside a crowded mrt, and how i no longer hang onto the metal poles, but on your arm. how you steady me during those moments of inertia with that sudden arm around my waist, and you would have retreated almost immediately if not for me, hand on yours, keeping that arm in place. because yes i want that there.
how easy things are really, all that needs to be done is to spend time with each other, just hang out. together. activities we have always enjoyed with each other. we would bingewatch movies together while sipping some homemade cocktail, and end up napping while cuddling together. all this in private ofcourse. you know how everything just becomes comfortable, and actually it is so easy to be truly comfortable with this person, because you did start out as friends. it's pretty much the same thing, except this time you're seated closer to each other, you're cuddling, you're holding hands...
...i would take a moment to lean my head onto your shoulder, something i never would have done if we were just friends. i would probably be brave? daring? enough to kiss your hand. that's the only first kiss move i would be willing to take. who knows. but of course i would like it a lot if you move in slowly. everything in slow motion, learning as one goes. fingers tangling in your hair, that slight giggle, i know im messing up your hairstyle, i dont care you're cute anyway haha. pause.
theres the realization that kissing involves hands touching the other's face, and for once you dont care about that breakout, because he doesnt care, and it just happens. the fingers let go of the hair, stay wrapped around his neck, while his move down, slowly, tentatively, down to your waist. how i would pull closer, my hands gripping your shirt by the collar...
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i find myself scrolling through tips on how to put on makeup and stuff, confused and quite unsure of what i am actually doing -- trying to be more of a 'girl', as if the me right now isn't enough. but i guess there really is a stage like that, when one just feels the need to be more made up just so they could feel better about themselves, and feel prettier or something
so this old photo pops up. and you are reminded of those days in the past. of the people who may or may not still be in your present. the relationships that you had at that time. and well. there's that.
So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?
Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isnât a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but itâs a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.
Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like âNO!â or, âWe canât have a Slytherin champion!â or demanding a retry. But heâs a Slytherin- heâs been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.
Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesnât really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time heâs also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.
Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins donât forget those who helped them out).
Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.
Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesnât care what house theyâre form, a spare is a spare.
Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.
Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting âThis is for Cassius!â
Imagine Harry returning with Warringtonâs body, and the crowd realizes whatâs happened, but Warringtonâs parents donât show up. Thereâs no one to mourn him, to cradle him in their arms and cry for their son. The Slytherins know why. His parents were Death Eaters, too.
Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. Theyâre terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because theyâre pureblood, they realize that he does not care.
Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledoreâs Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter.Â
Imagine the shock when theyâre told what heâs really done.
Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.
Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.
Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They canât let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.
Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.
Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemortâs right-hand man, and theyâre slowly hitting the breaking point.
Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents wonât be killed.
Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.
Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.
Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.
Imagine a Cassius Warrington statue made in his honor, the first Slytherin to fight and die nobly with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, in the face of ultimate evil. He was a true Slytherin, and itâs in his name that Slytherin children and their families have cut all ties with the Death Eaters, denounced Voldemort, and are finally living in peace.
#i do enjoy cedric #but this would have been immensely wonderful in many ways (via batty4u)
Imagine a story in which Harry wasnât in love with his fellow championâs girlfriend, but after her boyfriendâs death just hugs her so long, so hard, and says âhe wanted to win for you. You should knowâyou should know he won, he did it for youâ and gives her the best hug and shoulder he knows how to be because her parents arenât there either and she must know why.
Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps upâit doesnât take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motionâand says âweâre never going to forget this. Theyâre not going to get away with itâ and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced sheâs about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says âdo you promise meâ and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says âI promiseâ and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing.Â
Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says âProfessor, I need to say something importantâ and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ronâafter that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at himâsays he didnât know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying âI thinkâI think itâs important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. Andâand Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.â He sits back down all flustered because he didnât actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says âI want to tell Weasley thank you.â And all of Slytherin House raises a glassâto Warrington, to Weasley, to Potterâand the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.
Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesnât matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says âI canât tell you where I got these, Professor. But theyâre in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.â Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.
The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harryâs locket, now tucked under Siriusâ shirt because Harryâs friends are with him in this battle but most of Siriusâ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remusâ life, his very soul. Snapeâs final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort saidâhis first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldnât admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. âWhen we go in there, itâs going to be hell,â he tells the Slytherins. âSome of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.â Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said âstay alive, Granger, we need youâ before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the meleeâhow, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted.Â
The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. âYouâve got my godfatherâs locket,â he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of Siriusâ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says âHe probably saved my life, giving Harry that.â He doesnât say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.
The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just thatâa competition in funâwith those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.
Imagine it.

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OMG I THINK I WILL CRY BECAUSE OF MY ENG 11 GRADE I CANNOT BELIEVE IT OMGOMGOMGOMG đđđđđđđ I actually thought i was going to fail but OMG MY GRADE IS â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ thankyou so much maam omg i am crying all my efforts suddenly made sense this is awesome gaaaahd
this is going to be me when i get my grades this semester
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IT IS OVER FINALLY.
i think i have discovered my procrastination limit. and this is it. and i do not want to attempt this ever again. but gaaahd, i am glad that it is over.
i know i am still screwed. i think most of the stuff i wrote was kinda bullshitty soooooooo⌠(at least i did everything and i didnât miss a post)Â
anyway, i am gonna go get some rest before i start intense-studying for another test on friday (but it is History so i guess it is a lot easier)
an update: i said, âi do not want to attempt this ever again.â BUT HERE I AM STILL PROCRASTINATING GOOD JOB ME GOOD JOB. i therefore conclude, THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST!
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âCheska Cortejos, bullshitting papers since 12am.â
hell week it is.

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and he says...
âOnline sya. Hahahaha I feel wide awake once more :)â
THIS IS NOT ME I KNOW I AM OVER HIM I KNOW.
itâs just that i saw this and i immediately wondered who this person is.
Kile HAS to win!!!