Hell is made of Stardust and Despair

despite everything, it's still you

Goodbye Phos , thanks for brightening our day

Despite Everything, It's Still You 

I drew this a few weeks ago ...I dont like It anymore ...༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Yearning. Back to the childhood.

To the years when this time brought magic to our hearts.

Another year has passed, and we return to this moment. To this time which should be the most magical time of the year.

Should be. Because we found this special happiness sometime long ago.

We get to know this certain magic. This certain excitement and warmth. This certain joy that only this time of year was capable to bring us.

We knew this magic. At a time when the snow fell on us more beautiful and whiter than ever.

When we still looked at the world through children eyes.

Yes, should be. And that's why this special time of year may awake in us a lot of wishes. Expectations. About what we should feel. About what we want to feel. Because this special time of the year must feel like something. Without it it's not special nor magical. Just another gray day among all the other gray days.

Therefore, we may try to prepare ourselves for this special time. Perhaps by making it similar to what it once was a long time ago. Perhaps by just making it as happy as we can. But still dreaming and searching for that specific magic. Searching. Because we realize that at some point we lost that magic we once found.

We dream. We search.

Desiring to feel that magic once more as only a child can.

But dreaming and searching are not always able to refute the truth or reality. The fact that we have come a long way from those years of carelessness and lightness. The fact that the present is so very, very gray. Filled with worries, sorrows and burdens.

It stings. It hurts. When we understand the truth.

That in the end, we only have this painful present. This moment.

When past comes back no more.

It doesn't mean that we who have lost our childlike joy will never be happy. No. We just have to keep searching and look for something else.

Look for our own magic. Which would make the world even in this special time, even for a moment, a little bit happier place.

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Do you also miss that magical joy of childhood?

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I miss it. At least once in a while. Anytime of the year when I feel like I can't be an adult in the right way. Not as happy as I imagined I would be after I've grown up.

But especially at Holidays, these feelings are accentuated. Because this time of year used to be the most magical of all. A time when the joy of childhood was perhaps at its greatest.

I'm not saying that everyone's childhood was the happiest. It wasn't for me either. But the joy and wonder at everything during that the time of childhood is something that was already like magic in itself.

But at some point it disappeared. When the pains and responsibilities of growing up took their place. Sorrows, from the wrong side of childhood or as if out of nowhere. And then, and because of that, there was no time to rejoice, so to speak, for nothing. When we learned to see in our sadness everything in the world why we have no any reason to rejoice.

That's why the joy of childhood can be hard to achieve. That's why we shouldn't be so disappointed when we notice that the joy of childhood is already far behind us. Because we are not alone in this feeling.

Many others are also alone with their adulthood. Without the ability to find happiness in the midst of sorrows.

That's why we could perhaps remember our childhood with warmth, without expectations that everything should be the way it was before.

Therefore, we could try to accept, especially this particular time, as just one period among others. Not in the same magical way as before. But at a time when we might get something good. Maybe our meal will be tastier for a moment. Maybe everything will be more beautiful for a moment. Maybe we get to spend some time with our loved ones.

Maybe we'll have everything just fine for a moment. As fine as we can have.

It's okay that we can't be happier than we are. It's enough that we try to get out of this time, and all other days, the moments of happiness that we only get. Even about small things. Because that's enough.

Because happy moments are not taken for granted. That's why we have to embrace every moment of happiness we get.

Happy and peaceful Holidays to everyone 🐺🌲❤️ I hope you have been well.

all dyes on Wavemother’s Robe (human body type 2)

You run from him.

He follows.

generational curses - botw & long-term nuclear waste warning messages

shigeru miyamoto. listen to me very closely

Thought I had, mainly for my girlfriend @kunfyouzed: Harry Potter, but instead of being raised by the Dursleys, he’s raised by Bruce Wayne. (Let’s ignore the whole England-America thing; I care not for that American school. Say the Waynes have a summer home in England.)

Bruce trains all his adopted children to fight but also the detective stuff. So Harry, when he goes to Hogwarts, actually deducts stuff instead of going “mh based on the prejudices this school has taught me, Slytherin did it”. Doing actual investigating and shit! Also not buying every lie Dumbles tells him because, again, investigative skills.

In his second year, Bruce becomes DADA teacher. Because, “Mr. Dumbledore, you let the enemy not just inside your school and home, you let him teach the children in the one subject that is meant to defend them against him”.

Someone on the staff (probably Snape) goes “But sir, he’s a muggle!”. No one’s figured out yet how Bruce even wandered into the castle.

His teaching method is very grumpy, but utterly effective. He teaches them the theory of the spells and otherwise, he mostly teaches them martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. Dark wizards can’t cast spells if you break their wands and noses first.

Zatanna sometimes gives a guest lecture to teach the practical side of the defense spells. She is getting along splendidly with Minerva.

It turns out John Constantine was kicked out of the school. Twice.

Damian joins the school later on too. (I am so assuming magic based on the Ra’s al Ghul genes.) He’s a Slytherin. It throws the whole school’s dynamic off - Gryffindors and Slytherins aren’t supposed to be siblings.

(And while generally a little shit, Damian will not have anyone disrespect his older brother. After a few black eyes, even the most hardened bullies lay off Gryffindor.)

Barbara sneaks into school sometimes; Ron and Ginny just let her pretend to be another Weasley kid. No one questions it. The school has lost count of Weasleys a long time ago. Equally, they are now losing count of the Wayne boys, because there seem so many of them now? Ever since Damian became a first year, there has been an influx on “visiting” Wayne muggles.

They still haven’t figured out how the Waynes keep finding the school. Or how they keep sneaking in.

WHERE IS THIS FIC I NEED IT.

There are so many Avengers crossover fics where an Avenger adopts Harry, but he perfectly matches Bruce’s adoption profile.

Also: Alfred is Harry’s great uncle from his mother’s side — Petunia and Lily’s uncle. The Dursleys noped out of raising Harry but, keeping in mind the information that Dumbledore gave them in his letter when he left Harry on the front step like a milk bottle, she made sure that he ended up living with his mother’s blood.

Okay I started this waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back right after Episode 10 launched. Yeah. Ages ago. I actually finished it around probably 1-2 months ago??? I've just been slow to uploading it ^^;; Back then I was... not necessarily theorizing??? But had fun indulging in an idea like this xD

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

They over shot their mini storm and made it a whole ass hurricane 

alternative universe- Miguel goes too far with Miles (pt.1)

Soapghost 107: interrogation

Soapghost 108: temper (Ghost)