Okay so like I said on the first part Vincent Soul is soul from Vincent, and like i said Vincent Soul is evil… But not that evil how you think… He is like normal guy only that he is a soul ^^. He wants to do everything normal, dont killing and that things. Because he is not the one that is killing, he have inside of him soul and an angel… Shadow Vincent Soul (how me or Sincara call him Shadow Soul or Shadow Vincent, witch is he on the right side) is controlling Vincent Soul and doing all the bad stuff… Vincent Soul just wants to be free and be like a normal person (soul). But Angel Vincent (how me or Sincara call him Angel Soul (what he dont wants to be called “soul” because souls are bad in my story) and Angel, witch he is on left side) he doesnt control Purple Guy soul, I mean he control when he can but Shadow Vincent is more powerful that Angel Vincent =/… So he get a rare chance that he control Vincent Soul =7 … But when the none of them control Vincent Soul then he is himself =D and he can do what he ever wanted to do but sadly that is a rare chance too =/… So when Shadow Vincent is out of Vincent soul what doesnt happeneds normally =7… Vincent is unconscious…
I feel so dizzy right now like my head hurts so bad and I feel like I’m about to puke and I can’t really stand up straight I’m not really sure what’s wrong with me but on the bright side my dad got me the first season of Game of Thrones the other day and I can’t stop watching it’s so good.
Throwing around the idea of changing his name. Atari isn’t sticking and doesn’t suit him much. No clue what I’ll call him though, but I can’t keep calling him puppy since it sounds too much like “potty”. On the bright side, today was a really good day for him and he was very attentive and happy.
I’ve been quiet lately bc I’ve been very off and on with running. I’m 99.999999% sure I have another stress fracture and I’m just really frustrated. I was just starting to hit times I never thought I’d see. Running was such a good escape from this really stressful semester. I’m sad and frustrated and just want to run fast and run far. Taking time off makes me feel fake. Like all my progress was fake.
On the bright side, I had a really nice time with my friend at Disney and took some really cute pics.
For the next two weeks it’s the pool and bike for me. I’m signed up for a 5k on the 11th of March so I’ll reevaluate then. Please send healing vibes my way. Thanks for reading this rant 😘
HEY maybe Lin will win a kids choice award? I mean I’m just trying to look on the bright side of things but seriously I wanna see him receive an orange blimp. *if you don’t know both Hamilton and Moana were nominated for favorite soundtrack so no matter your age plz go and vote*
helo…. im out of the hospital… def not ready to be out but my insurance forced me to leave so im hella fucked up but im gonna be doing intensive therapy for the next couple weeks. but on the bright side i finally found a job that i think i could really see myself being good at so im…. feeling hopeful
- It had been a rough week, not only had things been hard at work but now the news about Dumbledore not being headmaster had reached him and he just felt that he needed a break.Normally he tried to see the bright side of things but he just couldn’t at the moment. Ted entered the Leaky Cauldron and looked around for a table, half hoping to see someone he liked in this place to feel slightly better.
so i was watching cinderella while doing my nails and waiting for them to dry which was clearly a Mistake because now i can’t help but think -
the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. and then she gets married, and anastasia and drizella are ecstatic because this man seems kind and warm and maybe just maybe he can temper their mother, maybe with him around she won’t be so cruel. so they’re on their very best behavior in the beginning, they do just as their mother taught - they trot out their best upper court manners in an attempt to get their new stepfather to like them. but it just comes off as cold and snooty and they’re trying, they are, they’re just bad at it. and they see how he is with cinderella, the smiling girl their own age, and they are jealous. they don’t mean to be, they try not to be, they know it isn’t becoming of young ladies. but she gets hugs and kisses and affection and they get rulers slapped on their hands when they reach for desert and sharp jabs to their sides when they slouch and - soon they hate cinderella, not for anything she’s done, but for what she has and they dont
but then her father dies. and it’s all a tumble of things and cinderella is crying and they’ve lost their only chance at escaping their mother’s clutches and it’s terrible. and everything settles and there’s no reason to be jealous anymore but resentment is hard to let go of and they don’t know what to do. they’re only kids too after all. and they’re so terribly bad at comforting people, they can do flowery words and know all the right bows but cinderella is so sad and they just don’t know what to do with that, because they’re supposed to be sisters but they’re not even friends
and slowly but surely their mother starts abusing cinderella, starts making her a maid in her own home, and she’s their mother, what are anastasia and drizella supposed to do? she rules them with an iron fist, and cinderella doesn’t even like them anyway, it’s none of their business.
except one night anastasia crawls into her sister’s bed in the middle of the night and wakes her up. “i was thirsty,” she explains, eyes wide and shiny, and they’re bad at this with other people but drizella has no problems with pulling anastasia into her arms. the younger girl clutches her sister and continues, “i was thirsty and i went down to the kitchen to get some water and - and cinderella is still up! she’s doing the dishes, and she should be asleep, mom is going to make her make breakfast in the morning and -” she cuts herself off with a hiccup and whispers, “it’s not fair.”
“life isn’t fair,” drizella says, echoing one of their mother’s favorite phrases. but her sister is staring at her with wet eyes, and it’s not like their mother is likely to get up before sunrise anyway, she hates waking up, so she pulls herself and anastasia out of bed and off they go.