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Lineup of the Magnus charas I've done ref sheets of so far!
the main guy! Magnus Characters pt.3
I saw a post I 99.9% agreed with but right at the end OP ruined it. Instead of replying to their post, I'll just make my own.
The original post was about a specific character and why OP believes the character isn't asexual. Fine, that's great. But then OP said "Trauma cannot cause sexuality/orientation", which means they don't think people who are asexual because of trauma are actually asexual.
I disagree with that.
So here is my statement: if you are ace, you are valid. It doesn't matter why you're ace. If you are ace because of trauma, you are valid. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.
//eyestrain
"how would a melody describe itself?"
Love that tma is so traumatic constantly that we all gloss over the fact that Jon was kidnapped and forcibly moisturized while tied to a chair for a month.
Every time I think too hard about it it actually freaks me out. And Jon never talks about it again which also freaks me out
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*martin blackwood voice* major shoutout to georgie barker, thank you so much for dumping jon. your trash truly is my treasure. #wlwmlmsolidarity
re-listened to tma this summer!
//mild magnus archive spoilers
wedding outfits
ah my fav girlboss & malewife dynamic
These two idiots kill me because what Crowley is hearing from Aziraphale is, βI am able to look past your demonic nature because I love you so much, but if there was a way, I would change that part of youβ and what Crowley wants to hear is, βI look at all of you and I love all of youβ
Meanwhile Aziraphaleβs actually saying, βI love every version of you that Iβve known, but I miss the smile you had when I met you and I would give anything to bring that joy backβ
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: βToday we are going to make a picture.β βGood!β thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, βWait!β βIt is not time to begin!β And she waited until everyone looked ready. βNow,β said the teacher, βWe are going to make flowers.β βGood!β thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said βWait!β βAnd I will show you how.β And it was red, with a green stem. βThere,β said the teacher, βNow you may begin.β
The little boy looked at his teacherβs flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacherβs But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacherβs. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: βToday we are going to make something with clay.β βGood!β thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, βWait!β βIt is not time to begin!β And she waited until everyone looked ready. βNow,β said the teacher, βWe are going to make a dish.β βGood!β thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said βWait!β βAnd I will show you how.β And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. βThere,β said the teacher, βNow you may begin.β
The little boy looked at the teacherβs dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacherβs But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacherβs. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didnβt make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: βToday we are going to make a picture.β βGood!β thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didnβt say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, βDonβt you want to make a picture?β βYes,β said the little boy. βWhat are we going to make?β βI donβt know until you make it,β said the teacher. βHow shall I make it?β asked the little boy. βWhy, anyway you like,β said the teacher. βAnd any color?β asked the little boy. βAny color,β said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think itβs pretentious or melodramatic when itβs seriously real as fuck and Iβve witnessed it
Fuck man
My mom likes to refrence a story she read
About a guy who escaped North Korea
He said living there was like living in a pot
And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot
But once he was out
And the pot was gone
He was still in the shape of the pot
And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape
I think its the same with alot of things
Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies
You forget what made you happy in favor of what kept you alive.
You forget what made
you happy in favor of
what kept you alive.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.