30 Day Writing Challenge Day 17: Forgive

It was his fault. If Otabek had been a second faster, none of this would have happened. Neither of them would have gotten hurt and they could be on the ice, having fun for the week he was in Russia.

If only he had noticed the car that ran the red light.

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SHE IS HERE! ^ 0 ^ b

gosh this shit IS MASSIVE im sorry im so sloW, hopefully my next vid will be cut to like 20 mins or something LOL (also sorry if you can’t understand what i’m saying my pronunciation is…fuCKED)

so a few days ago i was sleep deprived and wrote this to someone on skype its shit im sorry (this is springtrap killing you btw)

The adrenaline in your veins was rushing to your brain, eating at it, making you slowly deteriorate from reality every second. Fear struck every part of you, he wasn’t anywhere. Your hazel eyes nervously scanned across the myriad of different rooms. No sign of him. Suddenly, an unearthly, revolting aroma filled your nostrils. It had the similar smell of rotten, moldy cheese, combined with rusted metal. Your soul went cold and white, as you looked up, not sure if you were even controlling your own body anymore. To the shock of yourself, you found a pair of silver eyes staring back at you, seemingly taunting you. A large green hand begun waving at you. The rabbit was stained in rust, dirt, and some liquid stain you assumed to be soda. Before you could make anymore observations, his hands wrapped around your throat tightly. Pressure applied, as you felt your throat close up. A sharp, cold sensation ringing throughout your throat, as you heard a dark chuckle.
“Stay away from here.”
And then your throat was sliced.

When its never enough

sometimes i feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and its just to much to carry. Between being a single mother and soul provider of a very demanding three yr old, working shitty hours at my job because i literally have no choice and stressing every hour im awake about something that im not doing that needs to be done, i just wanna scream. So what if i wanna get high before work and hurt absolutly nobody? my family still acts like im the biggest piece of shit in this world and all i wanna scream is if you think im bad now, you obviously didnt know me then!! Im sorry for venting all of this negative shit on tumbler but doing the best i can and it must not be that bad. im a good mom, i work, i rarely get to do anything else and even though its not how i pictured my life im making the most out of it. Ill never be what they want me to be and im ok with that because i have no desire to be like that anyway. To be fake and unhappy living a life that only makes my family happy would be the death of me. Rant over…thanks for listening

Just Kidding :(

ok im kidding im not gunna write i just threw up and i feel like shit so ill be logging off for now im sorry :( but thanks again for 700!!

rant about thai k-idols

okay so,,, i’ve seen A LOT of ppl using a thai idol’s real name as if it’s normal (esp in fanfics) and as a person who grew up in thailand and is thai,,, that is actually very awkward. a thai person is born w a first name, last name, and nick name. the nick name is the name you will be called by throughout your whole life and many of your friends would prob never know your full name tbh. your full name is only used in official papers and business type situations. for example, in school, the teacher would call you by your first name and your nickname (it depends what they’re saying,, if it’s roll call or smth like that it’s your first name!!) i’m going to use ten as an example, so bare with me. if you’re friends w ten, you would never call him ‘chittaphon’. not even his family would call him ‘chittaphon’. it’s really just used for MAINLY official papers. please just call your thai idol by their nickname (which is most likely their stage name). i’m sure this is hard to understand bc different culture,, but i’m honestly rly uncomfortable w it??? it’s okay that you’ve been ignorant to this, but i hope you guys learned something new!! feel free to msg me for any questions!

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –

look im happy that tracer is canonically into girls and all but if u thought that her having a gf would make me stop shipping these two…..boi