*Cedfia shipping instincts intensify with new StF episode*
Meep, they hugged, They hugged willingly. CEDRIC hugged willingly.
In other news, I love this and dislike it. I miss the slightly more arrogant and evil Cedric. Disney, quit teasing me.
I take no solace or joy in this man’s passing. We will not dance upon his grave, nor stand vigil at his funeral holding “God Hates Freds” signs, tempting as it may be.
He was a tormented soul, who tormented so many. Hate never wins out in the end. It instead goes always to its lonely, dusty end.
i want a late night adventure. i want someone to call me up and say, “i’m outside. let’s go do something!” i want to go out late at night in my pj’s and my hair all tied up. maybe drive around. go to a park and just swing on the swings. maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. i just want a late night adventure with people i like to be around. no drama. nothing but good vibes and good company.
"Red. Red as the roses that blossomed in the Courtyard, or red as the sun when it made its way down to the horizon. Or, perhaps, as red as the blood that had seeped from the wounds and stained her dress that fateful evening, or as red as her once flushed cheeks- the contrast even more significant as the crimson glow drained from them with each passing moment. Red was a fickle color in the Sorcerer’s mind. It took on many perspectives and many meanings. It could be soothing… or atrocious. It could be full of passion and love, or it could be full of passion and loathing. It all depended on the context of his situation. Though, more often than not, it ended up on the latter side of the two…"
I have no idea what I just wrote, nor why I wrote it. I should be writing an essay! What am I doing!!!!???