Some rules I will be using:
Some rules I will be using:
Time is like a river.
At least that's what I've been told growing up, endlessly flowing forwards, changing course for the small things, ever moving, drawing us with it.
But I have to disagree.
It might be true when you look at a person, item or even a location, but in the grand scheme of things?
No.
I would describe time as an ocean, endlessly moving, changing. All living things affecting and getting affected by all those around them, there is always something happening somewhere.
A river ends, eventually, all things end, but time doesn't stop because a city burns down or an empire falls, it continues.
I look at the stories I've been told since I was young, of empires long ago and far away, and I see the similarities to the world around me, and I've realized that time is cyclical. From the cycles that take eons to the the cycles of the day, the sun that always rises and always sets, while no day is the same as the other, they can be strikingly similar.
You can see where a river is going, you can see what's to come for it, but time is unpredictable like the ocean, clear one second and stormy the next, still you can predict it somewhat while looking at it's patterns.
And in these times I think back to a quote I found during my endless perusal of this library.
"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it."
And I look at those that came before and I look at the world around me, so similar to all the stories I've heard growing up, and I wait to see what's in store.
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"i bet i can make you fall for me" said your human companion, you give small chuckle an say "challenge accepted" as a elf you don't mind spending a few decades humoring them. as you sit by them on their death bed you hear them ask "so did i win our little bet?"
"No"
It was said with a smile but the melancholy was viseble in the elf's eyes.
"But these years have been memorable and I'll always remember you and the time we spent together"
"Goodbye"
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Det sitter en flicka vid hamnskanten. Hon kan inte vara äldre än tio år gammal. Hon har benen hängandes över vattnet trots att de inte når till ytan. Det är en hammare i hennes knä men ingen kan säga varför. Hon sitter och stirrar ut på sundet där båtarna kommer in från havet. Dag in och dag ut sitter hon och tittar ut mot havs utan att röra sig från sin tysta väntan. Trots att det är hundratals som går förbi dagligen så kan ingen säga vem hon är.
Vad är magi?
Fastän hur många jag frågar så får jag aldrig samma svar. Vissa säger liknande saker men det räcker bara så långt.
Vissa säger att magi är saker som vi inte har listat ut vetenskapligt, vissa säger att det är drakar, demoner och trollkarlar, vissa säger att magi bara är dumheter medans vissa säger att magi är det man hittar i fantasins värld.
Fastän hur många svar jag får så går det inte att bestämma vad det är.
Magi, själva ordet låter lite magiskt.
Magi, ma-gi, mjukt med en snärt.
Magi, så mycket men samtidigt så litet.
Magi, vad skulle jag säga magi är?
Magi är väl något som man hittar i sagornas värld? Med tomtar och troll, drakar som sprutar eld och älvor som dansar på ängarna. Något man hittar i Sagan om ringen eller Narnia.
Men förr i tiden så trodde man väl att magi fanns överallt. Det övernaturliga, trolldom, gudar och väsen som fanns omkring oss. Andra världar man kunde ta sig till med folk som kunde vara snälla eller elaka.
Det fanns en tid då man trodde att magi var det som bestämde vädret, det som gjorde att solen och månen steg upp och sjönk. Att det mesta som hände i naturen var magi.
Sen så finns åsikten att magi är dumt och barnsligt, men den tycker jag är fel.
Magi är inte något som är fast i barndomen, det är inte bara något som förklarar det som vi inte vet hur det fungerar än.
Tänk efter.
Är det inte magiskt när man sätter sig ner med en bok och blir uppslukad och förflyttas in i berättelsen.
Är det inte magiskt att vara i naturen och bara ta in allt, hur stor den är och hur länge den har funnits och hur mycket som lever i den.
Är det inte magiskt att spendera tid med ens nära och kära, att träffa någon som man inte har sett på länge, de små stunderna då man bara är tillsammans.
Är det inte magiskt att göra något man älskar och känslorna som man får när man gör det.
Är det inte magiskt att ta en stund och fråga sig själv "Tänk om"
Jag skulle nog säga att magi är glädjen och beundran som kan hittas i världen, från de små stunderna till de stora äventyren både i sitt eget liv och fantasins värld. Att magi finns i allt ifall man bara tar sig en stund att se den.
Some rules I will be using:
Thanks for existing
Thank you for everything ❤️
Thank you for inspiration and motivation
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i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many people feel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’
Blog type doesn’t matter. Caring for people does.
This isn’t my blog type but *deep inhale*
SAVING SUICIDAL LIVES IS BETTER THAN KEEPING IT TO MY BLOG THEME SO DEAR YA’LL WHO ARE SUICIDAL I’M HERE SIS/BRO/SIBLING!! STAY STRONG!!
Fine I promise.
This could save people!!
Read and reblog this, regardless of anything.
Always reblog when you see posts like this!!!
damn not this post again
i really wanted to
stay safe everyone, we’re proud of you, you can do it, keep going 💕
Love you all, stay safe
Please nobody hurt yourself.
Fine I wont
Thank you. I would hate it if someone so cool hurt themself
All of your siblings, papart from you, have attended a prestigious wizarding school. Now, after all these years, they’re back in your “regular” world… and don’t even know how an oven works.
I am sitting in my kitchen. My because there is no one else here anymore. I don't think it will ever be my kitchen though, it's always going to be dad's kitchen.
I'm sitting in what is now my kitchen, in my house that feels so big and so empty suddenly, have for the last three weeks.
I'm waiting for my brothers who haven't been home for years, they are supposed to arrive anytime now. I don't really know what they have been up to, haven't really since they got invited to the school.
My three brothers, who got invited to a secret magic school at twelve, who became a part of the magical world and haven't been back for years. My brothers who only are visiting now because of the accident.
The accident, a drunken driver on a gravel road, they hadn't seen him coming around the sharp turn and the cars had hit eachother head-on. They died on inpact, all three of them and they hadn't been found until the morning after by a cyclist.
That's why my brothers are coming home today, the funeral is in a week.
I've lived most of my life in this house, the only time I hadn't was the few years I went to university in another city, but that was still close by.
My brothers on the other hand have lived most of their lives outside this house. Mike got a letter the summer after his twelfth birthday, an invitation to a magical school on the other side of the country, it was a school of magic. It was a boarding school so he only came back for Christmas and summer break, he also made it home for Easter the first three years before he decided to stay at school during the holiday.
Then Jack and Sam got the same latter a little before their twelfth birthday, and we saw as much if not less of them during their time in school.
After graduation they all decided to stay in the magical world, I mean I get why, the magical world is probably more exiting than the normal one and they didn't exactly have the right education for it either.
It still hurt when they became more and more distant until we had no contact.
But they are coming today, they are coming any-
There's a knock on the door.
I get up from the stool I've been sitting on for the last, I don't know how long.
I open the door and there is Mike, older than last time but otherwise almost exactly like I remember him. And next to him, someone I don't recognise, she's holding a suitcase in each hand and Mike is holding-
That's a kid, he's holding a kid. When the fuck did he get a kid?
"Ash! Nice seeing you!" he says it with almost the exact same infliction that he had growing up.
I give home a slight smile before responding, "Hi Mike, who is this" I incline my head towards the woman.
"This is my fiancée Layla, and this" he raises the sleeping kid slightly, "is Christopher, our kid." He's engaged, he's fucking engaged.
"Nice meeting you, you'll be staying in your old rooms. I can get a mattress from the attic for you."
It would have been really nice knowing that there were more people coming, I would have liked to have gotten the extra mattress before they arrived. Now I also see Jake and Sam unpacking the back of the car.
"Oh, that's not necessary." Layla's voice cuts through my thoughts.
"Yes it is, you three don't fit in his bed" I say pointing at Mike.
"No worries, that is easily arranged" she seems confident so I don't protest.
"Okay, then I'll help you with your luggage"
"No worries sis, we've got it" that's Sam, he and Jack had come closer to the door. They look different, I can't exactly put my finger on what is different but some thing clearly is.
"Oh, I'll be in the kitchen, come when you have installed yourselves in your rooms."
They give affirmatives before I go back to the kitchen, dad's kitchen.
It's late enough so I start with dinner, after a bit my brothers and Layla come into the kitchen.
"Anything I can help with sis?" Jack asks.
"Sure, can you put the oven on 200 degrees."
"How do I do that"
You accidentally started a cult, and now your made up deity is living with you.
"Lea, can you pick up the groceries today" she says to her roomate before walking out the door to go to work.
"Sure" is the shouted response she get from her before the door closes.
The way Chloe and Lea, short for Leihai the knowledgeable bringer of light, became roommates was a pretty unusual way. Chloe one day in uni made a joke which as time went on developed to what you might call a cult.
Don't ask her how, it just kind of happened.
The cult was dedicated to the worship of a bringer of light, an ancient hero from a distant land come to save her world from it's destruction. She failed but in her quest to stop what happened to her home to happen to other peoples home. In her travels through the space between world she enlightened people on how to save their worlds.
It got a bit out of hand.
Not in a bad way, but it became so much larger than you would expect from a simple joke. A joke that Chloe doesn't even remember.
Long story short, soon most of the campus knew and most students had some sort of worship to Leihai. Somewhere along this time she became a being of knowledge, which was pretty reasonable for a deity of a university all things considered. Somewhere along the way she became a unofficial mascot of the school, which Lea is quite proud of.
But that doesn't explain how they became roommates.
That story, believe it or not, is a lot less exciting than how she came to be what she is now. She just showed up on Chloe's doorstep a month after her graduation knowing who she is, where she was, how she came to be and who Chloe was.
After a long talk Lea, who quickly decided to take on the nickname, decided she wanted to try living normally, at least for a bit. A few months go by and soon they have some sort of routine, Chloe works a nine to five while Lea work on pretty odd hours. Lea is often the one doing the shopping while chores are splitt depending on what they prefer to do.
All in all, it's surprisingly normal living with the deity of the cult you accidentally created.
