it’s both strange and amazing to see how a fictional character (or more) can help you and be your support through a bunch of bullshit in life.
sure they’re just fictional people, but that attachment you have sure isn’t. even if it’s just a teeny little pick-me-up to make you smile or laugh, it’s worth remembering that they left that impact on you.
nothing feels better than winning monopoly. not love. not sex. not free pizza. nothing
I’m sorry, have you tried pizza…?
yes and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friends eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate
i like you
get to know me meme — [3/5] favorite tv shows: orange is the new black (2013-present)
Did it ever occur to you that we don’t wanna get in touch with our feelings? That actually feeling our feelings might make it impossible to survive in here?
“You can talk to them?”
Salazar jumped and jerked his head around. He had not heard her approach, had not realised that anyone was listening. A small snake with dull copper scales hissed as it darted back into the grass and out of sight.
Helga felt a flush of shame at having startled Salazar, but she could not swallow her curiosity. “You talk to them – and they understand? They talk back?”
He nodded, his expression still and guarded. “Yes. We have an understanding.”
She had not intended to eavesdrop on him. Though could it be called eavesdropping, when she could not decipher the words he was speaking?
Helga had been wandering through the sunlit forest when she heard it. A voice, first soft then harsh, twisted through the trees. She couldn’t understand the words which sounded slurred, strangled – but she recognised Salazar’s voice. It made no sense. Then she realised that he was speaking another language. Parseltongue.
Rowena had always been suspicious of Salazar’s alleged ability, calling it a ‘dark’ art. Helga wasn’t so sure. “What were you saying to it?”
Salazar burst into a rare fit of laughter. “Do you honestly want to know what I was saying to a snake?” His amusement had melted away any feelings of awkwardness. “It is hard to describe. What they say - if you can put it that way - doesn’t translate exactly.” He shrugged. “If you must know, I was gaining its trust. When they trust, they obey. It’s a kind of affinity.”
Helga stared. “It’s… amazing,” she said, awestruck. “I would dearly love to be able to do the same.”
The smile slipped from Salazar’s face, but his expression was not unfriendly. “Would you?” he murmured.
She laughed. “Of course!” The sun had sunk low and the light that filtered through the trees was tinged red. “Come,” she said, turning back to the castle, “it grows dusk.”
(requested by anon)
- Having a Beginning
- Having an Ending
- But WHERE’S THE MIDDLE?!?
- HOW DO I GET TO THE ENDING
- WHAT IS A PLOT
- WHAT ARE PLOT DETAILS
- WHAT IS WRITING
And most importantly:
- HOW DO I TITLE
when ur playing video games and u move the joystick half a centimeter and the character moves twelve feet and falls off a cliff
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Hey so, remember that UN school that all the displaced Gazans fled to for shelter?
Dozens dead so far, nobody is sure just how many.
What are you going to say now? That the bloody UNRWA was firing rockets at Israel?