rough rock

“phichit, why do you skate?”

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Phichit is a child of the tropics.

He may spend half of his life on the ice but the ocean will always be his home. He may be familiar with the bite of the cold but he loves the warmth that Thailand brings him. There’s something about the ebb and flow of the ocean, of the warm water that surrounds his ankles when he stands on shore to watch the sunset that grounds him, that reminds him of all the reasons why he skates thinking about his home.

He knows sunlight like he knows toe loops and triple axels. He knows sunlight like weekends at the beach with his sister, playing around in the warm sand and climbing rocks much dangerous than the ice he falls on every once in a while. The ice may be unforgiving, the jagged, rough rocks even worse, but the ocean understands. Where he gets hurt, the ocean heals with saltwater. He knows sunlight like the unforgiving summer months where the light feels like it’s piercing through his skin, making him darker, making him feel like a god among men.

He knows warmth like his mom’s cooking food in the afternoon when she has the food frying and , enveloping the entire house in the beautiful aroma of pad krapow moo, the cooking that he always misses when he’s competing abroad. He knows warmth like lifting the pan and being greeted by a flood of steam to see what’s for dinner tonight. He knows warmth and renewal like monsoons during the summer, where he and his sister and cousins would run outside when the roads start flooding, splashing around in the water. He knows warmth like street vendors in Bangkok, where the steam from pots and frying pans make his shirt stick to his skin, creating even more sweat during the humidity from the summer months. 

“Why do you skate, Phichit?”

He skates because of home. Because despite having travelled in numerous countries, he knows Thailand is one of the most beautiful. He’s disappointed when he talks with foreigners, having only known Thai cuisine and nothing else. Thai food is wonderful! He wants to yell. But my country is also beautiful! He skates because he wants to show how beautiful his home Thailand is, not only Thailand but the entirety of Southeast Asia, united with tropical weather, warmth, and comfort. United with the Pacific Ocean connected as one but unique in every cultural aspect.

He skates because he wants to do the impossible: he wants to show everyone what warmth feels like in a sport so, so cold

“I skate because I love my home and I love the tropics. And I want everyone to feel the love of the Southeast Asian sun.”


“How to wake your Father: Konoha version”

A big “THANK YOU” to Himawari and Boruto Uzumaki for inspiring me :)


Went to this haunted cemetery in Tooele County Utah. We were there from around 02:30 to 03:30. Nothing outstanding happened but the whole vibe was eerie (we all felt like we were being watched and kept hearing things in in the trees). It was hard to get good pictures, some I forgot were one of the fences around one of the grave’s being knocked over and roughed up, and of rocks stacked in a line heading towards another grave. Only one grave had a marked headstone and it was completely illegible except for a “B” on the top left corner.

Caught by the Sea

AN: AGAIN. THIS IS NSFW. This is for @illyriantremors , and I promised I’d write this for her like two weeks ago and I kept procrastinating LOL. But this ended up being SUPER FLUFFY and is based on a headcanon that Feyre and Rhysand kind of have a thing for public sex? And they did it in the Summer Court and got caught and now have to be reminded every time they visit NOT TO GO TOO CRAZY. So here’s some fluffy smut wherein Tarquin catches them having sex. Enjoy!!!

Feyre pursed her lips as she gazed at the palace of the Summer Court, something deep within her aching at the thought of being away from home for an extended period of time. She hadn’t left the Night Court for more than a few hours at a time since she’d returned from the war with Hybern, since she’d brought the Spring Court to its knees.

At least she had Rhys with her.

Not that they could do anything, she knew. Not with their relationship with Tarquin being so newly healed, so precarious. They’d been invited to the Summer Court for three days as a gesture of goodwill—three days of meetings and a parade and a festival celebrating the end of the war. She and Rhys could make it three days. She’d been able to go weeks without touching Isaac Hale. Surely, they both had enough self-control to make it three measly days.

Rhys tapped on the wall of her mind, the essence of him dragging a single finger across her barriers, knowing exactly how and where to press to beckon memories of black silk sheets and silver handcuffs into her mind. She dropped the wall immediately.

You seem on edge.

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Second Chances (James Conrad)

Pairing: James Conrad x OC

Warning: Little, tiny bit of violence. And giant bugs. Lol.

Originally posted by enchantedbyhiddles

I couldn’t relax. Couldn’t close my eyes without seeing it all over again. 

Choppers being tossed from the sky, like tiny toys. Flames licking away at molten metal. Bodies falling from midair. And those eyes. Those huge, yellow eyes. I squeezed my own eyes shut, desperate to make those horrible mental images vanish. Though the second I tried to think of something else, anything else, my mind wandered back to him.

To James Conrad.

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