#i'mdone

[itsevilsworld]

The urge to actually run away

[fragileizywriting]

i'm going to finish my third prompt today :) personal best!! heehee

[roundestrow1et]

Parsley: HEY,, p,rettyboyy,,, wHEn I'mdone withYou,, lelts sjustsAY, ,, Horses won't be Calledhorses anymore,, ;;)

Dallas: ........ What... What does that mean..???

[gremlintheslut]

I will no longer be posting for forever theirs I messed up the story and will be rewriting it. The og posts will be removed from Wattpad and will only stay here. I won't post anymore until I'mdone rewriteng

[our-gentle-tide]

wtf they’re all so pretty- like huH??

i might switch sides if mihoyo keeps making the bad guys pretty af (i mean- childe was already my fav soo)

ALSO LOOK AT CHILDE- OMFG I CAN’T HE’S SO PRETTY HERE LIKE WHAT!?!?!?

[andisaidtaytaytay]

CHANGE MY MIND

@taylorswift @taylornation

[alexandr-lobanov-simp]

I did it! I death sentenced every single thing!

[theaestheticasshole]

What if all this science, these theories, these facts mean nothing. What if all this is a lie. What if everything that we interpret about us is nothing more than our interpretations, just a mere possibility of how things can happen. What if there is more to this, there is something we'll never get to know, something big ,unimaginable. What if we keep living with 'what ifs' till the end of time. How devastating...

[insert-generic-username-here]

So we were playing a game in one of my classes (Pre-Covid), and the way it worked was we had to write down three things about us, and the teacher would read the three things out loud. Then, the rest of the class would have to guess who wrote the three things. Here’s how it went.

Teacher: Okay, three things about this person. One, they like pink. Two, they are an optimist. Three, they’re an extrovert. Who do you think it is?

Classmate: *points to me* It’s her. 

Me *is dressed in all black, and the exact opposite of everything listed* ... I don’t even know what to say to that.

[aheartstillbeating]

One day, you're going to realize there is something missing in your life. Another day, you'll realize it is me. On that day, I'll be happy with my life. You'll be wondering what might have been.

A Heart Still Beating

[fire-in-my-heart8]

I was standing in front of the fridge, eating cheese out of a bag ... feels like slowly loosing control of my life

[avoicelessvoice]

#Message 12 // Society

Hello..is anyone listening?

The sImplest way of putting this is..society is fucked up..because we are fucked up and we all knoW that but pretend like we don’t! Society is every single one of us and yet we still blAme all of our problems oN it because we jusT don’t want to believe thaT it’s actually us... we dOn’t believe we can be so cruel and heartless but you’ll find that we really can! I’m part of society, you’re part of society, we’re all part of society.. but are you the part that spreads the hate, or are you the part that spreads the love? I’d like to think that i’m the one that spreads the love (and I do) but i’ve not always been the nicest and (without meaninG to) have contrIbuted to the hate. I know we all like to belieVe we are good pEople but not all of us are..whether we realise it or not..and we all definitely make mistakes..bUt it’s whether you learn from them which is the key! Now I know every single one of us has love and good in us but not everyone shows it because it is really freaking dangerous! Everyone knows if you show your good heart then you’re going to get beaten and torn down..i don’t really know why, but I guess others are just so sad that they can’t show this that they try and take it away from you too..weird huh! PeoPle are a very weird specieS..they don’t like it when others are dOing good because they’re not and try to take it away from someone else instead of changing what they’re doing...selfish yes but i guess it comes from a place of fear. We’re all terrified that we’re going to fail and spend every minute letting that fear consume us...i mean if you want it BAD enough and you work hard enough then you will get it..so why the fear!? Maybe because we know how wrong it will go and how bad it will mess us up if we fail...but not necessarily. I mean there are endless things you can do...even if it’s not what you expected..so you’re all good old friend...you still have a purpose!

Always be kind...you never know how powerful that can be!        

[cookiepeachez-blog]

😂😂😂 Fuck outta here, I’m not a guy . IMVU Get ya’ll girls together, like It clearly says on my profile Female. I just wanna know why she kept thinking I was a guy. I know I gender bended today for like 10 mins and she wasn’t in any chat rooms with me, but then I changed my character back to it’s originality. But okay...

[zee-writes-and-draws]

I love this blog! Could I get Tokita Ohma with a fem s/o who is revealed before Karla shows up,and the others with their reaction. The big idea for this is maybe what if Ohma is actually married ( though he kept this part secret.) not sure on this scenario

A/n: Sure! As a heads-up, I kinda wrote this at 5 am bc i wake up away too early sometimes, so i’m not sure what pronouns i used bc i might have reverted to they/them on default. I’ll see if i can go back and edit it later if that’s the case.

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“Hey Ohma,” you call out as you walk up to his table. You see that even before you finished the second word he’s already aware it’s you, face lighting up ever so slightly.

“Hey, (y/n)” he pulls you into a lazy kiss once you’re right next to him. It’s good to see each other again, and both of you are quite happy with your sneaking on the boat to the tournament. You’ll have to miss part of the real thing sadly, but it’s worth the jet lag and sleep deprivation you'll inevitably have to deal with to see him smile.

“THE FUCK SEAWEED HEAD?!” The blonde asshole who just yelled that delightful combination of words is staring at you in shock, as are all of the other parties present. The old guy and the girl with glasses are both looking at you like you set the table on fire.

“What? (Y/n) and I are married. ‘M allowed to kiss ‘em if I want to.” Some days you wish your husband was a bit more eloquent. Other times you love how he can things like this so casually, like you two weren’t smiling nonstop the day of your wedding.

“Ohma, why didn’t you tell us you were married?”

A shrug. “You didn’t ask, and i didn’t think I’d see (Y/n) until another month or so, so it wouldn't matter either way Akiyamakaede.”

The glasses girl finally composes herself enough to regain the calm expression she had.

“Well, (Y/n),” her voice is remarkably calm, you’ll give her that, “it’s very nice to meet you. I apologize for our reactions.” She (obviously) kicks the old man and the blonde moron underneath the table so they try to stop gaping. “We’re just all surprised that Ohma’s married. It’s never come up in conversation before, so we were a little shocked at this. Nonetheless, I hope we can get along. I’m Akiyama Kaede.”

You take the handshake. She seems nice, if a tad awkwardly clinical. Judging by the outfits, she’s the most organized and put together of the three. The old guy is calm enough now to also reach out.

“And I’m Kazou Yamashita. Your husband is fighting for my company at the tournament. I, uh, I apologize for my initial shock.” Good man, awkward, but willing to accept the unexpected, you note. Unlike Kaede he seems to have already calmed down entirely instead of masking the remaining reaction.

“Alright, pretty face, I’m Lihito, the Superman!” Whatever fragile peace you thought was settling between you and the group quickly evaporates. On the bright side, it’s clearly not just you that’s irritated by this good shoving his face right next to yours.

You push him away as quickly as possible. You can’t help but make a small note of how it’s Kaede who pulls this “Lihito” off of you.

“Leave. (Y/n). Alone. She’s clearly not interested in you, Lihito, and you don’t want either them or Ohma killing you if keep annoying (y/n). Got. It?” Somehow this woman, clearly without any combat skills, is keeping a guy twice her weight back with only painful-looking grip on his ear.

“So, ehh, Miss akiyama putLihitodwnplease, (Y/n), how did you and Ohma meet?” You and Ohma both smile at that memory. You nudge him under the table. You’re too tired to bother with details right now.

“Well, it was a good fourteen years or so ago, if you believe (y/n). I say twelve, but it’s close enough. She was in the forest to meditate, and my old teacher took me there for my training...”