The Shards Of My Soul (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/332356161-the-shards-of-my-soul?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Asiul30&wp_originator=nXGkH%2Fu73OGJNc945MKoS725tKdRo8j6kaKZ%2BzMdbRdhTbnKsg%2B4vWBnPL8C8lk4XZaRJAiVjTsneiar6uVk6BE6UG%2Bax9wPpKiW%2FoLOrQMfcWZq4I0UDB%2BQpcySCi2V There is a wyrd long ago settled. Many seasons have gone by. Many days have set and dawned. Many choices have been decided and forgotten. Many mistakes have been made and forgiven. Darkness has come and gone. Good has won and lost. Through it all, this mysterious wyrd has remained. Shaped in steel and forged in stone, it has never changed. It’s believed to have been sewn by the Seid itself, with no hand from the weavers, crafted by the very fabric of the Nine Worlds as a distant future marked to happen that no man, God, or creature can prevent. Centuries have gone by already and the Nine Worlds have seen good and evil thrive, but though a handful few have risen to the task of protecting each of them at every turn, none of them fulfilled the wyrd the Seid prophesied so long ago. Though not for the lack of trying, of course. Many have tried. But none have managed it. It is foretold that the weakest and youngest of all the Nine Worlds shall fall to a fiery mist of darkness enveloping the entire world, leaving merely ashes in its wake as a recollection of the species that’d once inhabited it, turning their world back into the empty wastelands it was before their beginning. No one knows quite clearly how the prophecies came about or who wrote them, but the time for them to be fulfilled seems to finally have come, for the beasts of war have arrived and they have come for blood. Now, a man with a long, dark past is faced with the responsibility to face the threat slowly inching its way to put an end to the universe. Where he was never chosen to be a hero, he is capable of things no human has ever been known to do, is rumored to be immortal, and possesses power not far beyond that of a God. But all existence is ruled by balance. For his past is interlaced all throughout history and only its secrets can determine the outcome of the war. As will his heart. Thus, chaos has come. And the only remaining question is whether steel will be broken or a beauty will blossom.

The Shards Of My Soul (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/332356161-the-shards-of-my-soul?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Asiul30&wp_originator=nXGkH%2Fu73OGJNc945MKoS725tKdRo8j6kaKZ%2BzMdbRdhTbnKsg%2B4vWBnPL8C8lk4XZaRJAiVjTsneiar6uVk6BE6UG%2Bax9wPpKiW%2FoLOrQMfcWZq4I0UDB%2BQpcySCi2V There is a wyrd long ago settled. Many seasons have gone by. Many days have set and dawned. Many choices have been decided and forgotten. Many mistakes have been made and forgiven. Darkness has come and gone. Good has won and lost. Through it all, this mysterious wyrd has remained. Shaped in steel and forged in stone, it has never changed. It's believed to have been sewn by the Seid itself, with no hand from the weavers, crafted by the very fabric of the Nine Worlds as a distant future marked to happen that no man, God, or creature can prevent. Centuries have gone by already and the Nine Worlds have seen good and evil thrive, but though a handful few have risen to the task of protecting each of them at every turn, none of them fulfilled the wyrd the Seid prophesied so long ago. Though not for the lack of trying, of course. Many have tried. But none have managed it. It is foretold that the weakest and youngest of all the Nine Worlds shall fall to a fiery mist of darkness enveloping the entire world, leaving merely ashes in its wake as a recollection of the species that'd once inhabited it, turning their world back into the empty wastelands it was before their beginning. No one knows quite clearly how the prophecies came about or who wrote them, but the time for them to be fulfilled seems to finally have come, for the beasts of war have arrived and they have come for blood. Now, a man with a long, dark past is faced with the responsibility to face the threat slowly inching its way to put an end to the universe. Where he was never chosen to be a hero, he is capable of things no human has ever been known to do, is rumored to be immortal, and possesses power not far beyond that of a God. But all existence is ruled by balance. For his past is interlaced all throughout history and only its secrets can determine the outcome of the war. As will his heart. Thus, chaos has come. And the only remaining question is whether steel will be broken or a beauty will blossom.

So my watching strategy for TNLOM is

watch most recent previous season

watch new season

And then, when TNLOM is finished,

rewatch whole series

And I'll finally have metas and thoughts and feels!

However if TNLOM only has one more season or gets cancelled prematurely, I Will Die. Just flop over and Die. And then i will rewatch the whole series crying.

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

— David Foster Wallace

“Sometimes you’re not cut out to be the you that you have in your mind.”

— Unknown

My phone sits, forgotten in some other room, for the first time. I will halfheartedly search for it the next time I leave, long after my keys are in hand, and resent its weight in my pocket. A hundred contacts, and no holiday wishes, no new year greetings. My mind drifts to my father's gun. My mother hates a mess.

There is no one reason I write. There is no one person I write for. There is no hidden meaning, only emotions. Some of them are mine. Some of them are someone else's, drafted from word to paper in empathy. Some of them are real, and some of them are not. All of them became words that are real to me, and that is enough.

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

https://iglovequotes.net/

If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch....make it a good one.

“I choose to love. I don’t choose to minimize my life out of fear. I choose to love myself to know that love does not include violence, and to let victims know that there is a way out in which you will be protected.“ - Melissa Benoist

If you are in crisis and need assistance to find a safe way out, call the domestic violence hotline: 1 (800) 799-SAFE (7233)

“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”

— Maxwell Diawuoh (via purplebuddhaquotes)

“How was it possible to miss something you no longer wanted?”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie // Americanah

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

—

“I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone while I’m trying to find myself.”

—

“Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you.”

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