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Ravenclaw: *starts working on an essay*

Ravenclaw: *gets sidetracked with something that came up during the research for the essay*

Ravenclaw: *ends up researching the topic that got them sidetracked and completely forgets the original essay*

“The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.”

— Barry H. Gillespie

hmmm

Hogwarts House Crisis

Me: Pshhh! I’m not part Slytherin, I’m a full on Ravenclaw. Pottermore rarely puts me in Slytherin.

Also Me: *Re-starts every card game on my phone if I don’t like my cards just so I can win.*

Me Again: *Trying to chase my life dreams at the young age of 15*

Me the Third: *Wants to move out of the house because my family is irritating and I want to leave the house and provide for myself and live by myself and avoid annoying people*

Me the Fourth: *Loves every Hufflepuff out there*

(No hate to slytherin though, I just have always thought of myself as a Ravenclaw)

Bookstore Girl: Edmund x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k (holy cow look at me)

Warnings: maybe some language, kinda slow burn maybe?

Summary: You work at a bookshop in Brooklyn and a handsome stranger comes in one Sunday afternoon. 

A/N: welcome new friends!! thank you so much for your love on my last edmund oneshot and I rlly hope you like this one! let me know what you think in the comments and such (also if you get some of the little references i hid in there ;))!! <3

Sunday afternoons were your favorite. The tranquil quiet of the street was in stark contrast to Saturdays when tourists would filter into the shop, talking and laughing as they checked out the crowded shelves and warmed up on their way to one attraction or another. 

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life’s too short to be embarrassed you read x reader fan fiction. live ur life and date as many imaginary boys as u want

For so long I’ve been trying to understand what exactly in Narnia made it the story that affected me in the most profound way in my young life and continued to stay there, gently nestled in my heart, for the entire duration.

Not Harry Potter, nor Lord of the Rings, but this weird little story about a girl and her stupid brother and a wardrobe and a lion, followed by this other story about this boy who always yearned to see the North only to discover he was the long lost crown prince (the Horse and his boy will always be my favourite Narnia story).

When I think of Narnia, the country, I think of the joy of discovering that things you find impossible yet beautiful could indeed happen. That there’s comfort for every aching heart, that if you long for something – something more, something gentle and sweet and at the same time great and fascinating and daunting – all your life, that means that this is where you were always meant to be.

That your bravery will be rewarded, that it is not stupid to believe in justice and to believe that people could be honourable and kind. That it’s okay to be naive when you’re young and it’s okay to trust people. That it’s okay even if your trust was misplaced, definitely don’t shut yourself out if you make a mistake, because you will be forgiven.

In our world, we’ve been taught to fear things since we were young. In Narnia, we were taught to trust ourselves.

In our reality, girls are punished for being too trusting or too pure and naive when they are kids, they’re taught by worried mothers and by society to be guarded and jaded and to expect disappointed and harmed, but in Narnia, Lucy’s pure heart and her faith in goodness were rewarded.

In Narnia, greatness lay in kindness and courage, whereas the alignment of our world is a bit askew and you’re supposed to be cunning and smart. These qualities aren’t bad, definitely not, but it goes unspoken that they’re supposed to contradict the first two qualities.

Most importantly, in Narnia you don’t have to wonder if God is real, if you’re protected. You know it. You’ve spoken to God, you’ve seen Him and it gives you this sense of rightness that all Narnians seem to have, and this sense of comfort and goodness the people in our world who doubt or don’t believe, don’t have.

If I have to sum up why I love Narnia so much even as an adult, I think it would be this: because, if only when you’re thinking of Narnia, you truly believe that it’s alright to trust your belief that there’s something More in this world, that you were born to be comforted, that it’s alright to be kind and courageous and gentle and this doesn’t mean that the world will fuck you over. That it’s alright to feel safe. That some higher power has your back and loves you and supports you and helps you. That it’s okay to trust yourself. And in these moments, when you think of Narnia, you feel Narnian, and that’s the best feeling in the world because you finally feel like you’re allowed to shed all your heavy, heavy layers of doubt and anger and cynicism and guardedness that the real world makes you wear. And you’re free. And when you go to a forest and you hear the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees, you don’t feel like you’re alone, you feel like you're home.

lights and reflections! small corner of another new painting

romantic student things

meeting up in the library in the morning and idly chattering while planning the day

sitting together in silence while working but still touching elbows or knees and feeling the comfort of each other’s presence

comparing schedules to see when you can spend time together

helping each other understand an academic concept and then smiling and giggling because wow your s/o is so cute and smart and you are so proud of them

drinking way too much coffee and/or tea together

planning a date and then saying, “screw it, we are tired and i’d rather watch a movie and cuddle at your dorm”

being frustrated when life is busy but ecstatic once you get to spend time with them

chilling at campus cafes in between classes

finding time to spend even 20 minutes with each other because you miss them and want to catch up

feeling proud of them when they do well on a test

comforting them when they do poorly on a test

whining about school, then making out and feeling better