no one to talk with

(from Wild Space by Karen Miller)

OBI-WAN COMES BACK FROM HELL AND THE FIRST WORDS OUT OF PADME’S MOUTH ARE ABOUT HOW ANAKIN IS GOING TO BE SO MAD AT HIM

WHEN ANAKIN’S ACTUAL SPOUSE IS LIKE “HOLY SHIT YOU TWO ARE SO MARRIED” YOU KNOW THEY’RE REALLY FUCKING MARRIED

(Her head lowered then, and she fought a private, losing battle, OH MY GOD.)

anonymous asked:

I had this weird dream where this fiery-haired ghost that kinda resembled Phantom attacked a group of people at the fast food place. I went to tell my friend about it, and she said she had the same dream. Some of my other friends said they had that dream, too. How weird is that? #onlyinamitypark

OH GOD THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE YELLING ABOUT THIS AND PEOPLE ARE ANGRY AT ONE ANOTHER.

LET’S RESPECT EACH OTHER’S OPINIONS.

I get that some people genuinely didn’t think La La Land was as good as Moana, and that “How Far I’ll Go” should have won. A lot of people are really mad. I respect that.

I also get that other people think we shouldn’t hate on La La Land because everyone involved in that worked just as hard. I respect that too.

Just because people have different opinions on the matter than you doesn’t mean you get to hate on them. Let’s not fight, okay? Yeah, this made me pissed. But don’t hate on each other. I’m starting to see that already, and nothing will come out of it.

[005] Hanyu, Y.

NO: (…)So what’s next for you, now that you’ve pretty much conquered the Olympics and the world along with it?

YH: What happened this past season, this gold medal included, is something that would only happen then. With each new season, (competitions and championships) may bear the same names and titles but the time, the place, the rink, the competitors and the programs will all change. Sochi has had its moments but PyeongChang’s are yet to come and they won’t be the same. One doesn’t equate the other. It’s not like those who won in Turin were exactly the same ones who won in Vancouver. Cos in between, we’ll see the times change and huge shifts along with them. But in these changing tides, I really hope to see Japanese male skaters rise and those from other countries following suit. Just anticipating the kind of age that may come really gets me going. Cos there you’ll see me working hard to stay on top and you’ll see everyone reaching their fullest potential. And then, there are the younger ones who come after who’ll become even better. I suppose being able to see all that happen is one of my dreams.

NO: Everyone, huh…

YH: Everyone. Those little students of yours you’re teaching as well. ^__^

Source: Taken from 05:52 ~ 07:17 of [this Spring 2014 interview] with Nobunari ODA

Omake (07:17 ~ 07:30):

NO: Yeah, I should probably do my part and work towards bringing up some great kids of my own. 

YH: Please do.

NO: Which means I’ll have to appear on less on variety shows…

YH: LOLOL! You said it, not me!

NO: Haha, yeah I said it.

so like………….who wants to write college essays for me

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this is it, the last remaining pieces of you narrowed down to a box, sealed shut. you’re going to look at these things, and maybe you wont remember the things I did. maybe you’ll look at them and they’ll be just that, things, they wont mean anything to you, they will have no special attachments. so i’m giving them back, and they can finally be just that, things and nothing more. do what you want with them, burn them, throw them away, i just don’t want to have them in my life anymore. once you have these few remaining pictures, that’s it, i will no longer have anyway to retrieve them. i have deleted any traces of them through multiple phones. over the years things started to disappear and i let them, but some things i made sure i didn’t lose. there was a card that i threw away, one that said you’d always love me. it’s not a lie, but it’s no longer the truth. that one was hard to part with. i should have sent it back and asked why you even wrote that but instead i threw it in the trash where it will go to nothing but rot, a piece of you and me. so what’s left? a few books that i don’t want on my bookshelf because the only reason i had read them was for you and i don’t want to see their spines, still in good condition with the pages yellowing and collecting dust. they deserve something different. donate them. so someone else’s hands may touch them and these books can have a new story. i never wore that flower in my hair again, not after wearing it out with you. every time i clipped it in, i thought of you, so i always ended up second guessing myself. i would pull it out, clip it back onto my cork board where i always knew that it would be safe. there’s two tags from the new orleans museum of art. do you remember that day? we were standing in an exhibit, i wish i hadn’t forgotten the name, it was about a young man in a gang, but the pictures depicted so much more than that and his life after. you were reading all of the descriptions under each photo, but i, i was looking at you, and i remember this overwhelming feeling of how much i loved you in that exact moment. it’s been almost three years but i still remember your plaid shirt, how you stood under a ceiling light with your hands in your pockets, your back not perfectly straight. i hate that i remember those details, that i created my own museum for them. you’ll find a ticket stub for the zoo. god it was so hot, we always say each other during the summer months. sometimes when it’s muggy i remember those days. maybe i remember the park bench, maybe i remember the candy apples, your smile, the way that my hand felt in yours, maybe i remember you sitting there in the mornings on your phone while you waited for me, maybe i remember the way you had looked at me like i was someone important. maybe i remember the time that you pulled me close and danced with me, singing lowly into my ear and just that feeling of knowing that you didn’t care that there were people looking. maybe i remember all of the stuff that i said i didn’t. so please take them, take the remnants, take the memories, take all of it.