Caffinated-and-sleepy - Sleepy

Day1 of trying to get back into writing

“Death is Beautiful isn’t it”

He stared at me, the calm in his eyes of ocean blue almost put me at ease… Almost. It was hard to believe that I once held such malice towards this boy- no, man in front of me. As the snow softly fell into his fluffy hair I began to ponder when this all started. Was it when I noticed him all grumpy in the hall on a sunny Monday morning or was it when I stood up for him when he wasn’t there to do so for himself? I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a sentence roll off of his tongue in a raspy voice “Death is beautiful isn’t it?” My mouth goes dry, I can’t respond seeing as I always thought of death as a cruel and despicable being who takes what you love. Hesitant to respond I slowly pull his head into my lap, trying to cause him as little pain as possible, he seems to understand this and shuffles his body to be as comfortable as possible. He does his best to nod, but instead, a painful cough racks his body, I wince as blood spills on the fresh snow turning it crimson. His eyes gloss over as the two of us peer down at the bustling and glowing town below us. As his breathing becomes more shallow the night seems to understand and quiets, all the while fear creeps into my bones. Almost in slow motion, I begin to cry, I don’t want him to leave. His hand reached up to cup my face, and he wiped my tears away. When I opened my eyes he was smiling. His smile was brighter than all the stars in the sky at that moment. Then it dawned on me he is waiting for me, despite his pain he wanted me to accept it, to accept his death before he passes. This time unlike many other moments between us no words were needed, looking into his glazed eyes, I smiled. His eyes fluttered shut and his hand went limp in mine, at the realization that he was finally gone my heart felt as if it was bursting from my chest. As much as I hated death at that moment, sitting in the red snow, cold, and crying in sorrow for the person I knew I also realized he was right Death is beautiful.

This would be perfect spread the word

You know that grindelwald is still free. And we know from the Harry Potter movies that he should end up in prison at the end of the Fantastic Beasts series. So hear me out.

What if...

at the end of the movie (if they do another one. I don't think they will but just a hope.) grindelwald gets arrested and they sent him to prison. Dumbledore visits him and one of them(grindelwald or dumbledore) grabs the other and they just kiss. When the kiss ends, and dumbledore is about to leave, movie about the end dumbledore goes and says

"Who will love you now, gellert"

Just like the way grindelwald said it in The Secrets of Dumbledore. But something is different this time. He says Gellert which is nicer, more personal and heartfelt and means more than a mere surname that everyone already refers to them as. It will show the difference between them once again. Like the way grindelwald used The Killing Curse while dumbledore used just a protection spell.

Grindelwald can smile, cry or something. I don't know. And the movie ends.

This scene can be at the end of the movie or could be a post credit scene. I don't know. All I know is that I want to watch this scene. And once more I thank my silly brain for coming up with a scenario like this. Thank you one more time silly.

But if we want this to be more than a idea, we should spread this. So it is our responsibility to make everyone know about this.

Listened to it when I saw it, it's true it represents him well

YOU GUYS! I was digging through old songs I used to blast, and this song describes Namor perfectly.

It kinda describes his interactions in the entire film and his origin story too. 🥹 Please listen to it and tell me what you think.

This is the link

p.s. It could be seen as his friendship and eventual demise of said friendship with Shuri. Or for the shipping community- it could describe his grief for his mistakes. Don't start throwing hands in the comments, pls. 💓

Day two of my writing challenge

Sorry forgot to post also posting 3 today need to write 4 yet

Soulmate AU: everyone is born with heterochromia, one eye is their soulmate's color and the other is theirs. What happens when two soulmates meet?

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Everyone always dreams of meeting their soulmate, their other half. Meeting my soulmate was once my dream, but I’ve given up hope. My soulmate's eyes aren’t exactly the rarest color, although they were beautiful that’s for sure. Their eye is an arctic blue with strokes of baby blue. Compared to my simple hazel eyes theirs were truly magnificent. So in general it’s nice having such a beautiful eye, but every other blue eye I see is lifeless and dull compared to my soulmate’s. Sighing in frustration I shake my head to clear my thoughts, now is not the time for daydreaming, I’m about to be in Paris. The city of love it’s quite ironic huh? Stepping onto the train platform I take a deep breath in and smell food nearby. Looking around I also admire the train station's architecture, it was much better compared to what we had back home. While looking around I start to become dizzy and lean against a pole. I start to rub my temple to attempt to get rid of the dizzy spell, but a man suddenly appears in the corner of my vision. Blinking at him I notice he was quite tall he then asks in a somewhat raspy voice “Are you quite alright my lady?” No one says my lady, but I brush it off and notice he looked like Ian McKellen, he had eyes that sparkled with mischief and an impressive beard. Nodding I respond to him “I apologize for that sir, I’m just becoming very dizzy.”

Yet when I go to once again look at his eyes I find him studying mine.

I then hear “It’s her.” I am about to question what he meant by the remark but before I could I feel myself falling. Screams erupt from my mouth as I get beaten up by tree branches on the way down. When I hit the ground I start to feel tears form, but I push it down. Getting to my feet I realize I’m shaking and my right arm is numb. Muttering profanities under my breath I limp to the base of a tree and begin to take in my surroundings. I’m surrounded by black dying trees that were corroding to who knows what, but I did not wanna find out. Continuing to look around I wonder how the hell I got into this situation. Okay, I was at a train station in Paris and got dizzy then an old ma- wait it was that old hobo man that looks like Ian McKellen! Now that I think of it he looked like Gandalf, yet even I knew he looked too friendly!

Before I go to look around more when I hear a voice “Don’t move or the arrow will lie in your head” I go to speak but instead process the voice. Then it hit me he sounds like Legolas!

I respond “Sir I’m sorry for whatever I did, but I don’t even know where I am.”

Then I am interrupted by a person behind me “Lay down your bow Legolas Greenleaf, she is with me.”

Wait a minute that is the cheap Ian McKellen copy! Quickly turning around I point at the man cosplaying Gandalf “You! You, Homeless hobo, are the reason I’m here I could be in Paris right now drinking wine in the Eiffel Tower!”

He acknowledges me and says “I understand that my lady,” but then he turns to the man that also looked like a clone of Legolas and says “see look at her eyes, mellon nin.”

The Handsome copy of Legolas looks at my eyes as mine nervously dart around, but looking at his face, his expression shows one of surprise “She has Adar’s eyes…” He then turns to the other cosplayers and says something in elvish, to which the other cosplaying elves nod. The man cosplaying Legolas grabs my arm as we start to walk. If it was anyone else I wouldn’t have allowed it, but he’s hot so one exception. As we walk the large trees start to gain life the closer we got to whatever destination. ‘Okay this is weird as shit’ I think, but when we near a twisted wooden structure I realized.

“I’m not on earth any longer am I?”

I was really questioning myself, but the actual Gandalf agrees with a laugh “No my lady instead you are on middle earth.” Oh god I feel like throwing up, it definitely doesn’t help when I walk in and everyone looks at me. We walk through twisting halls and finally to what seemed like a throne room, nervous about falling off the edge of the path I practically cling onto Legolas, who in return gives me a curious glance. Once we reach the large platform I relax a bit, okay no dying via falling off a path edge.

Legolas then speaks “My King there is someone here to see you.” he lets go of me and I look at him as if he’s nuts and shake my head quickly.

I just want to go ho- “Is that so Legolas, tell me who is it.” My throat goes dry, but when I turn around I am met with the most beautiful blue eye and a hazel one. The tall elf with my eyes that I’ve identified as Thranduil walks down the steps and stops right in front of me. He is so close that I can feel his breath.

I say the only thing I can think of at that moment “Your eyes are beautiful.”

I never thought of this but I love it

When the school calls you and tells you your adoptive son overthrew the principal.