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I've decided to move all my muses to @diiisplxced

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change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

To   truly   love   another   person   is   to   accept   that   the   work   of   loving   them   is   worth   the   pain   of   losing   them.

And   in   time,   as   we   all   do,   she   admitted   all.   She   admitted   she   was   dead.

The  rooms  felt  larger  at  night,  as  though  the  house  itself  had  inhaled  deeply  as  the  sun  disappeared,  expanding  as  it  held  its  breath  for  the  morning.

It  was  an  emptiness  that  called  out  to  be  explored.

Though in truth,  her  first  look  at  [location]  yielded  no  discomfort,  no  foreboding.

People  are  superstitious,  especially  in  the  country.

So,  now  it's  a  story…  these  small  children  in  that  huge  house  with  their  dead  parents,  and  now,  their  dead  governess.

It's  okay!  You're  okay,  you're  okay!

I  cry  three,  maybe  four  times  a  day  around  here.  Five,  if  I'm  really  being  honest  with  myself.

I'm  going  to  start  counting,  and  it'll  be  your  turn  to  run  and  hide.  And  I'll  find  you.

She   would   sleep,   she   would   wake,   she   would   walk.

You   have   to   promise   me   that   you’ll   stay   in   your   room.   Don’t   leave   your   room   at   night.

It's   like   every   day   I   feel   myself   fading   away,   but   I'm   still   here.   I   don't   really   understand   how   that   is.

Nightly,   in   fact,   those   first   few   years,   a   dark   carriage   led   by   a   red-eyed   horse came to [location],  but he  was   denied   so   often,   in   fact,   that   Death   would   not   venture   there again.

You’re   slipping.   Stay   with   me.

She's   waiting.   And   at   some   point…   she's   gonna   take   me.

'Dead'   doesn't   mean   'gone'.

If   you   can't   feel   anything,   then   I'll   feel   everything   for   the   both   of   us.

People   do,   don't   they?   Mix   up   love   and   possession.   I   don't   think   that   should   be   possible.   They're   opposites   really:   love   and   ownership

You   know   what   life   is   really   all   about?   Keys.   See,   people   are   like   locked   rooms.   They’ve   all   got   different   locks   and   you’ve   got   to   guess   the   shape   of   their   key.

It's   scary,   I   know.   But   you   have   a   past,   and   you   have   a   future.   Now,   I'd   argue   you   can   count   on   both.

Any   of   us   could   die,   at   any   moment.   Or   we   could   forget   our   entire   lives,   which   is   like   dying.

This   memory   one   of   my   favorites.   I   don’t   find   myself   in   this   one   often.

One   day   at   a   time   what   we've   got.   It's   all   everybody's   got,   when   you   get   down   to   it.

He   has   spent   too   much   of   his   life   alone.

Where   would   we   be,   we   wretched   people   without   the   generosity   of   our   betters?   And   luck

Change   is   emergent…   by   the   time   one   realizes   it   has   arrived,   it   has   already   set   its   teeth.

From   here   on   in,   the   shadows   get   deeper,   the   nights   get   longer.

We're   heading   into   the   dark,   and   we   have   to   hang   onto   each   other.

You   said   it   was   a   ghost   story.   It   isn't.   It's   a   love   story.

Death   is   something   to   mourn,   not   fear. 

I   wouldn't   leave   without   you,   and   I-I   won't   leave   without   you   now.

All   things   fade.   All   things.   Flesh,   stone,   even   the   stars   themselves.   Time   takes   all   things.   It   is   the   way   of   the   world.

You're   right   there.   You're   right   there,   and   I   can't   even   touch   you!   I   can't   smell   you,   I   can't   feel   you.   It's   not   fair,   it's   not   fucking   fair!

There's   a   difference   between   feeling   good   and   feeling   alive.   The   two   aren't   always   the   same.

You   couldn't   see   me,   not   right   away.   I   had   to   figure   out   a   way   to   make   it   so…   so   that   you   could   see   me.

The   others,   they   say;   "stay   away   from   her."

The   beast   had   lurked   indeed,   and   the   beast,   at   its   hour,   had   sprung.

Everyone   is   exhaustive.   Even   the   best   ones.

The   living   must   decide   what   they   can   or   cannot   bear.

We   can’t   count   on   the   past.   We   think   we   have   it   trapped   in   our   memories,   but   memories   fade   and   they’re   wrong.

Toss   in   offerings   to   drive   away   evil   spirits,   bones   mostly;   build   a   pile   of   old   bones   and   burn   away   the   shadows..

The   world   is   fierce,   but   you   are   fiercer.   And   someday,   you   will   move   mountains.

I   wasn't   going   to   ask   you   if   you're   alright   because   I   don't   like   being   lied   to.   So,   what's   wrong?

It's   so   quiet,   it's   so   quiet,   but   she's   in   here.   And   this   part   of   her   that's   in   here,   it   isn't   peaceful.   It's…   rage.

Humans   are   organic.   We   are   meant   to   die.   It's   natural.   Beautiful.   And   it   all   breaks   down,   and   rises   back   up,   and   breaks   down   again.   And   every   living   thing   grows   out   of   every   dying   thing.

He   stayed   at   her   side   until   she   was   buried,   and   he   loved   her   the   whole   way.

I   have   this   feeling   like   I'm   walking   through   this   dense,   overgrown   jungle,  and   I   can't   really   see   anything   except   the   path   in   front   of   me.

But   I   know…   there's   this   thing   hidden   out   there.   This   angry,   empty,   lonely   beast.   It's   watching   me.

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﹡ ❝ dark arts is my favorite subject﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i didn’t made it into the quidditch team﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ expelliarmus﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ come on. let’s found a gobstones club﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i didn’t sleep at all. i need invigoration draught ﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ snape took fifty points from my house because i snorted when he slipped﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ how dare you hate peeves. they are cool. ❞ ﹡ ❝ the niffler stole my coins﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i made it into the quidditch team﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ has anyone seen my remembrall ﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ do you collect chocolate frog cards ﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ butterbeer is the best﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ yeah. the potion exploded on me.  ❞ ﹡ ❝ i ran from filch﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ they used love potion on my boy/girlfriend﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ that bloody book tried to bite me﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ let’s sneak into leaky cauldron. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i got myself a howler. great﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ meet me in the great hall later﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ look out for that bludger﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i think i saw a werewolf last night in the forbidden forest﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ meet me later in the common room﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ rita skeeter and her lies is making me insane﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ daily prophet is full of nonsense﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ my mother works in the ministry of magic﹗ ❞

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Should I make an HP specific blog so everyone isn't subjected to the fandom?

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today i overheard a girl say "no, f*ck that. i will be lovely to everyone. maybe some people will remember they have a heart."

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Should I make an HP specific blog so everyone isn't subjected to the fandom?

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abigail liddiard

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Luna's vc is still Evanna Lynch, because I still hear her voice.

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the canon moment that bella came out, the twilight saga: new moon (2009)

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❛ don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you. ❜ @ alice

Alice sighed, then turned around to face Maurice. She could at least hear him out and listen to what he had to say.

"Okay, what are you saying, exactly?"

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the twilight saga: new moon (2009)

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"I want you to feel better." for luna

A soft sound emitted from Luna's lips. She tried to hide her pain from enduring everything from The Carrows and the Death Eaters, and the pain from being separated from her father. Apparently she could only hide so much of it until it became obvious to the people she called her friends.

"Thank you. I do appreciate it," she told Alena, her voice soft.

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“But I will not run. I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. I will not die today.” /) for ivy

Ivy respected Stiles not wanting to run away from her. Perhaps, they could make this worthwhile, after all.

"Perhaps maybe not today," she repeated. That could be boring anyway. She needed something more thrilling. "Can you think of anything more invigorating?"

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❛ i don't even know who you are anymore. ❜ @ jane (ok ok ok but what if maurice turned jane)

Jane didn't know who she was anymore, either, not that she would admit that. She had come a long way from the porcelain doll collecting human child that she once was. Not that she would admit to keeping up her old human habit, either. Old habits died hard, even for vampires, apparently.

She knew that she could use her power to shut Maurice up, but she wouldn't do that. That was too predictable and she was cold and calculating.

"What do you want?"

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"When's the last time you rested?" for Hermione

Hermione was sitting at one of the tables in the library with several books laying around her. It was clear that she was frazzled, burning the candle at both ends. Between classes and everything, she felt like she hadn't had much time to study.

"I can't possibly rest, I have to study!"