I used to think that living with regrets was the harshest realities of not appreciating what you were being blessed with, but I honestly think one of the hardest things to live through, is briefly experiencing the lifestyle of your dreams, taking it for granted, losing it and having to return to the ordinary, alone. Going from making what people earn in a year, to making it every fortnight or every month, back to minimum wage, and knowing that it was all down to your poor choices. I would rather not know what the grass is like on the other side, than to go through all of that.
Sometimes, she had to stop and wonder
briefly about how the hell she had ended up here.
Somehow, Jyn Erso had gotten through the initial
bloodshed and trauma of being dragged bloodied and broken, but ultimately
alive, off Scarif. She had worked her way through the appropriate length of
time it had taken for the screaming night terrors to work their way down to
just the occasional nightmare. She’d been a shell of herself for so long that
she’d even had to relearn who she was without aliases to hide behind.
But she’d had Cassian at her side. Somehow, that had made it ok.
She’d told herself that she’d stayed with
the rebellion because she believed in the cause. But really, she had just
believed in him.
– are we ever going to talk about this?” he had gasped once, face buried in her
shoulder as she was pressed against the bare wall of his room. Their hands had
fumbled, everything new and awkward and thrilling and Jyn had desperately
kissed away the answer.
Hamilton where everything is the same but instead of James Reynolds confronting and blackmailing Alexander by letter, he goes to Alexander’s house and knocks and when Alex answers james says “Is this the Hamilton household?” Alex says “no, this is Patrick.” And slams the door
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Luckily, Willy lived in the same
building as you, only a couple floors down. You knocked on the door and waited
a couple seconds. You’re looking down, playing with your hands. Tears still
falling but your arm muscles are tired from reaching up to stop them. There’s a
strange feeling in your mind. It’s blank. Not being able to create a thought.
The door swings open taking you by
surprise. A gust of wind blowing your hair over your shoulders. You jump back a
slight bit. A flash moving by your vision and immediately you feel a body wrap
around you, a hard chest at your face. Fresh air replaced with a smokey cologne.
white person: maybe morrison earned his promotion to strike commander of overwatch through his own merit and skills, and racism/colorism towards reyes had nothing to do with it ? maybe stop making it a race thing ?
me, in my head: While I have no doubt Jack possessed the abilities needed in order to be a capable and effective leader, you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Gabriel did not. Reyes successfully lead everyone during the Omnic Crisis – a war – and that takes a tremendous amount of ability.
If both men were equally capable leaders, then what reasons could the UN possibly have to choose one over the other? I can’t think of many. Age? They’re both around the same age. Gender? They’re both men. Race…? That’s where things get interesting.
Overwatch was a global organization and it needed a poster boy. An icon. A figurehead to admire. Someone who everyone can look up to and see themselves in, even in the smallest of ways. And the UN chose Jack, a blond farm boy from Indiana, as opposed to Gabriel, a Mexican American who grew up in LA. Weird, huh?
It’s no secret that many modern movies, TV shows, and video games tend to have white male protagonists, and it’s usually for one reason: relateability. They want their works to be ‘relateable to a wider audience’ so they make the protagonists white, which is problematic because it implies that whiteness is the norm and that brownness/blackness is something different. It dehumanizes poc. When the UN chose Jack in the hopes of making Overwatch more relateable to humanity, they were implying that Gabriel was somehow less relateable on the basis of his race. Which is fucking racist.
So yeah, Morrison may have earned the position with his abilties but racism definitely had a role to play in it because racism has a role to play in literally everything. Bye.
I don’t love you loud or monstrously. I don’t love you like a hurricane loves a city or a bullet loves flesh. I don’t love you like the writer in me wants to love you. I don’t love you in a way that makes good television. I don’t love you as if you were cursed and broken and imploding, as if you were a grenade waiting for my words of regret and grief. I don’t love you like I’m waiting for you to explode and burn every part of me that wanted to believe what little we had was immortal. I don’t love you so my heart can bleed all over my fingertips and I can call the stains art. I don’t love you so I can one day hate you.
I love you and there is no explosion. I love you and instead, there is quiet.
(I love you in the way that creates, not destroys)
~Something is wrong with your best friend and you don’t understand what.~
(gif is not mine credit to owner)
After a week of not hearing from Jungkook he dropped off at home.
I was in bed, contemplating life and death. When I heard keys in the door lock, I knew it was him right away. He was the only one that had keys to my flat. What was he doing here? I hadn’t seen him in 3 weeks. “YAH ROSE I BROUGHT PIZZA!” I got out of bed and got to the living room where he was waiting for me with his adorable smile. I came up to him and asked bluntly:
“Where have you been?”
“Oh my god you sound like my mum.”
“I haven’t seen you for a long time, I was starting to forget what you looked like, not that that is a bad thing.” I said with a smirk.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t miss this work of art.” he answered while pointing at himself.
I laughed at his quirkiness, and was happy that he seemed in good enough shape to make jokes.
“So are we ever going to eat this pizza or are you going to stand there forever.”
“I forgot how bossy you were.”
We both sat down on the couch and started to eat the pizza. While spending time with my best friend I realised how much you had missed his sense of humor and his goofy self. We were watching a movie and kept making silly comments about how bad the acting was. From time to time I took a glance at him just to admire his pretty face, and hoped that he wouldn’t catch me staring. It was good times.
u know most of the selfies i have posted on here are of me wearing hats and u know what i realized ,,,, i wear hats to cover up the fact that i am Depressed and can’t be bothered to do anything with my hair lol oopsie
I didn’t realize the truth of how I felt about you until I looked back. The photos, the words, the memories, they all came crashing down on me. Piece by piece. Smile by smile. And then I felt the tear run down my cheek. A surprise. But maybe it wasn’t. I was too blind then. Too young. Too afraid. I regret not seeing what I had. I regret not listening to my heart and listening to the words of others. I’m sorry, for the pain I caused your heart. You deserved better anyway. And next time I hope not to be the young fool who didn’t know her own heart.
my thoughts, my realizations, my regrets, my truths