Ok, Just Let´s Be Honest.

"I love my mother. I really do.

And I know that she loves me too. I know that she made difficult choices in order of that love and I know that she sacrificed a lot too. I love her for that, for chosing me over other things, other people, other choices.

But there are days where I cause her to be angry, by disobeying her, by not listening to her, and she says the cruelest things I never thought I would hear from her, and I can't help but think that a part of her, a little yet significant part of her, thinks that I owe her for that. I, her only daughter, owe her all the sweat, all the tears, all the blood she lost for loving me. A part of her that will always blame me for what she had to do.

And I don't know if I should feel like I do owe her my own sweat, tears and blood.

Should I? Is it true that I owe her all of that? Is it true that I have to give all of that back to her one day? Do I have to sacrifice myself too? ”

—a quiet thought that I had to write down.

I have seen there is people that are making introductions of themselves, so, I wanted to do the same:

Call me Zia. Just Zia 😃.

I identify as a menace to society. My pronouns are try/me/she/hers.

Im still trying to understand that childhood is over and by that I mean I was born in 2005 and having 18 feels like having 14. At least for me. The only difference is that you understand different things and there are a bunch of responsabilities that now that you have 'em, you regret thinking they were cool.

I'm Christian, and well, just something to have in mind 🥰. Its hard by the way, but no regret jsjs.

Im argentinian, which means im bilingual. Yet, I prefer English. Even my thoughts are in english.

Im in too many fandoms I lost the count.

Same with fictional crushes, which I'm glad they teach me what to want and what to avoid.

Entirely heterosexual btw 😄

The only things I drink are water, Pepsi, a native drink called Mate, different flavors of tea, and coffee. Sometimes with milk, other alone. My favorite Starbucks order is Mocka, often hot (when it's cold weather), often cold (when it's hot weather).

Music taste can go from Un Corazón to Celtic Woman. Be aware of it if you wanna be friends.

Tried to edit once, turns out im only kinda good at writing.

Only child, prepare for sarcarsm.

Tangerines are ✨✨✨

Pepsi >> Coca Cola.

I suppose thats all. If I think of something else, it shall be here.

Alexa, play "I Lived" by One Republic.

Same sis. Same

Watching Bellarke edits from 2016 where we thought they would be canon and making myself cry>>>>>

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Eight.

For a blur of time, Esther finds herself back in the normal rhythm of her life.

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Where Esther has unwanted visitors in her house, which turn out to be the Fates.

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I AM HERE HELLO

REBLOG IF YOU SHIP HARRY/HERMIONE AKA HARMONY

I’m just really curios how many of us there are on tumblr, but if you’re still not convinced then do it for science

People of the World:

The very first book crush I e'er had was Percy Jackson.

The very first fic I e'er wrote was about Percy Jackson. Its on wattpad, in Spanish, called the Daughter of Truth.

The very first time I did a playlist was for that fic.

So, my apologies, in advantage, for the creature I shall become on December 20th.

You can join me in the unhinged spiral or die in the way. Pick your favorite.

Thanks for your time.

2023 is a year i will never forget.

I got into the psychology college of the Cordoba National University.

I turned 18.

I travelled more than anytime before.

I dared to do a lot of things that I never thought I would.

Tomorrow I'll travel for the first time on plane, and will meet the snow for the first time.

And the memorable one; PERCY JACKSON LIVE ACTIOOOOON.

GOD I LOVE YOUUUUU.

*insert Darwin scream from The Amazing World of Gumball*

SYLKI STANS!

If you didn’t know yet, there is a Loki season one novelization, and it is full of the sweetest pro-sylki paragraphs. And yes, it is an official Marvel item!!

book links at the end of the post :)

Mari (user @/maybeloveishate on Twitter) made a thread of the copy of the book in Portuguese, and here are snippets of the book in English (with my favorite parts in pink!)

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On the train:

“She was genuinely very funny. He almost… liked her.”

On Lamentis:

“He couldn’t help but be impressed by the way she fought. She was elegant and gracious, full of skill and strength. If they weren’t in the middle of an apocalypse, maybe he would stop to watch.”

“Even in the end of the world, Loki thought, the things are beautiful. He looked at Sylvie. She was beautiful too. ‘I’m sorry’ he said sincerely. Sylvie’s eyes met his. It was hard to bear seeing the sadness in her.”

“Asteroids continued to fall around Loki, yet he couldn't let go of Sylvie's hand, nor stop looking into her eyes. A cloud of dust and rocks rained toward them. In a matter of seconds, he would swallow them, and he realized he didn't care as much as he thought he would. He had never felt this way before. That somehow all the bad things were worth it if he could just have this one, brilliant, indisputably good thing.”

The TVA arrest:

“Whatever was going to happen, Loki knew that Sylvie would be with him on the other side, and they would live to see another day born. Together.”

Mobius interrogates Loki (he says Sylvie is, and then isn't, dead)

“Something was hurting in his core. Everything was hurting. That was wrong. It couldn't be. He sank into the uncomfortable chair, feeling as if the entire universe had perched on his chest.”

“And at that moment, the world stopped.”

“Loki exhaled. He had never been so relieved before. Was this what it was like to like someone?”

The Void:

“Loki listened to Sylvie's inspiring words and felt them spin in his chest like moving leaves, a feeling of change, of new life. It was spring and sweetness mixed with trepidation. Love really did strange things with your heart.”

Blanket scene:

“Loki looked at her, then. Really looked at her. ‘I care about you’, he wanted to say.”

"He couldn't look at her. But he also couldn't not look at her.”

“Loki couldn't look at her without feeling his face get hot. So he looked down instead, smiling disconcertedly.”

“His face was so close to Sylvie’s, so close that he could smell her hair.”

“He had never spoken so honestly about his feelings with anyone. Was this what true friendship was like? Was this what it was like to love someone?”

“And then Loki’s heart did the inconceivable: it literally beat faster.”

The Kiss:

“She dropped the sword. And then kissed him. Their lips fit, and Loki felt time pause, flowing like honey. How had he lived all this time without feeling this? Now that he knew what it was like to love someone, to really love someone, he would never be the same. Sylvie kissed him, and left him lost in time. Everything stopped. Nothing else mattered.”

After Sylvie killed HWR:

“For a moment Sylvie just stood there, everything went white, like a new page, or a tombstone without an epitaph. she made it. she really made it. she found him, and she killed him. and betrayed Loki for that. her heart felt heavy and she started crying. her legs gave in.”

After the citadel:

“He wanted everything to be good for her. No matter what happened, whether he met Sylvie again or not, he would try his best to make things better. So, maybe... just maybe, they could live together in that better world.”

BOOK LINKS

copy from fishpond (English version, ships free everywhere)

copy from the original Australian site (English version, ships only in Australia)

copy from Amazon Spain

copy from Amazon Mexico

copy from Amazon Brazil

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Seven.

When you are a child, indifferent to harsh reality, dreams are a big part of your life. They provide you with entertainment, ambition, and - the most precious of all - hope.

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Death tells a short yet important story, and Esther understands.

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“I love the rain; the one that is so strong and so heavy that it seems capable of washing and purifying every trace of darkness that is inside and outside your being.”

—naive-daydreamer