Does Anyone Else Have An Internal Soundtrack To Their Everyday Lives? Like If Im Feeling Confident, My

Does anyone else have an internal soundtrack to their everyday lives? Like if I’m feeling confident, my head starts blaring “Main Attraction” but the other 99.9% of the time I just hear “Sound of Silence”

Just because someone has made a lot of mistakes in their life does not mean they will always be the one making them. Their hero could become the villain, and it isn’t right to assume that the seemingly broken are the ones that keep breaking things. Sometimes...we’re only broken because other people like to watch the pieces break.

But imagine Tony: who’s own parents were distant and cold, who was raised by his aging butler, who barely ever experienced comforting contact and adoration and love in his life, who suddenly has these four people who are all his AND WHO WANT TO BE and while he’s thinking this he forgets to run so instead he’s completely tackled by a 200lb super soldier and his three kids

Steve picking up the kids

Steve: *helping Morgan out of the car* WHO CAN GO HUG DAD THE FASTEST????

Steve, Harley, Peter, and Morgan: *sprinting at full speed to Tony*

Where’s the emoji for when your eyes are red from crying but you have a tightly controlled smile anyways to convey the fact that you’re fine when clearly everything is far from okay?

I need that emoji please ok thanks

Has anyone else ever had that feeling, that thing where your listening to a swell in the music or reading a certain angsty part of a book or watching this gut wrenching, climax building moment of a movie or television show and suddenly you just get this overwhelming tidal wave of emotions and and sense of yearning and longing for something that’s far beyond your control and you end up with tears in your eyes because you know there’s so much more for you out there but unlike the fictional characters you cling to, you have no way of finding that kind of all consuming purpose?

Cause like...I think about this a lot.

One Last Goodbye

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry eventually gets around to telling the Weasley’s all that happened in the last year (and longer, let’s be real) and what led him to facing Voldemort alone. When he gets to the part about the Stone, George freezes. When Harry mentions oh so casually that he dropped it somewhere in the woods and left it there, George can’t breathe. When they all go their separate ways that night, George sneaks off enough ways to Disapparate and ends up on the borders of Hogsmeade. He’s trying to be quiet but he’s breathing too loud and his heart is echoing in his head, and he’s sure the sound is leaking from the hole where his ear used to be. And then he’s in the woods and Lumos just isn’t bright enough and he doesn’t know where he’s going but he’s got to try - and suddenly he sees this perfectly sculpted pebble, obsidian black, and he just knows and he picks it up, turns it over -

“Hey Georgie.”

“Fred.”

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