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okay i’m really tired of the gaz exclusion💀

i was on a tiktok live of someone playing mw2 and this person was like “i like everyone except gaz” and this other person agreed saying “SAMEEEE” like ????? wdym everyone but gaz???? and so i asked “why do yall not like gaz genuine question” and then one of them asked “gaz is kyle right?” and just completely ignored my question😭 like atp it’s just racism cuz everyone but gaz???? you didnt even know that gaz was kyle???? did u even watch the actual gameplay???? im probably being over dramatic but this really ruffled my feathers clearly💀

What the past couple days have felt like

I want to share some advice given to me by my mother, who has been writing longer than I have been alive, and is one of the wisest people I've ever met.

I was emotional and upset and told her "I'm burnt out and tired, and I think I may stop writing entirely."

She sighed, not unkindly, and said:

"Darling you may not have a choice. That's the thing about writers is that when they have a story to tell, it will not leave them alone until it is finished. Writers write not always because they like it, but because they have a gift and a curse to tell stories. When you keep it inside of yourself, it will find a way to get out whether you like it or not. It's not up to you. Take a break, allow your stories to rest, and when they are ready they will try to break free again."

I see people fearful that they get to a point where they will never put words to paper again. But the truth is once you find a story to tell, your story, it won't stay inside of you until it's finished. Isn't that magical? Isn't that beautiful?

Take your time, darling. The rest will come when it is ready

sentence prompts ➝  hamilton

❛ I witnessed their deaths firsthand ❜

❛ You have no control: who lives, who dies, who tells your story? ❜

❛ I couldn’t undo it if I tried ❜

❛ But when you’re gone, who remembers your name? ❜

❛ I stop wasting time on tears ❜

❛ And when my time is up, have I done enough? ❜

❛ Talk less! Smile more! ❜

❛ Don’t let ‘em know what you’re against or what you’re for! ❜

❛ Well, hate the sin, love the sinner ❜

❛ No one really knows how the game is played ❜

❛ The pieces that are sacrificed in every game of chess ❜

❛ You got more than you gave ❜

❛ When you got skin in the game, you stay in the game ❜

❛ But you don’t get a win unless you play in the game

❛ I wanna build something that’s gonna outlive me ❜

❛ We dream of a brand new start but we dream in the dark for the most part ❜

❛ I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain ❜

❛ I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory ❜

❛ If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me? ❜

❛ What is a legacy? ❜

❛ What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see

❛ I’m running out of time. ❜

❛ Teach me how to say goodbye ❜

❛ Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints ❜

❛ History obliterates in every picture it paints it paints me and all my mistakes ❜

❛ Now I’m the villain in your history ❜

❛ I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me ❜

❛ History has its eyes on me ❜

❛ I know that greatness lies in you ❜

❛ No one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical brilliance ❜

❛ There are moments that the words don’t reach ❜

❛ There is suffering too terrible to name ❜

❛ The moments when you’re in so deep. It feels easier to just swim down ❜

❛ You built me palaces out of paragraphs ❜

❛ The world has no right to my heart ❜

❛ I’m burning the memories ❜

Dragon Age: Inquisition imagine. Having the femquisitor as your sibling…

(when she died or presumably dead)

you are either the younger or older sibling of the femquisitor.

but that doesn’t stop you worrying when she went to the conclave to attend or see the summit.

when the news reached to you that all of the people at the conclave died, you cried.hard.

well your sister is your sibling, the one who is closest to your heart and may or may not be the only one in the family left.

but still you felt alone, loneliness creeps to you now like a shadow swallowing you whole.

for days you just lied down, staring at the ceiling

some nights you have nightmares, dreaming of how your sister died.

one of them is your sister being burned into ashes.

few weeks later, you fell back into normal routine with difficulty.

you had to do it or else your sister would be mad of you wallowing in your own sorrow.

‘if only my sister is here, I’m sure she would…’

little did you know….

in a bright sunny you are tending yourself, bored out of your mind.

suddenly there is a knock on your front door.

you jumped slighty as you heard the knocking.

'is that the templar or mages?’ heart thumps wildly as you thought on what you would do.

you know to defend yourself with a weapon since your sister thought you since your were very young.

grabing your weapon of your choice , you brace yourself as you slowly open the door .

only to find out

your SISTER with some of the strange companions behind her.

“well, well little/big (sis/bro) look who’s stiil alive and kicking” your sister started.

you don’t know whether to punch, slap or hug her.

you stare at her few minutes with silence still processing on what is happening.

“ OH MY SISTER, IS THAT YOU?” you exclaimed to her.

“How are you still alive and breathing?” you questioned her.

“That is the story for another time” she answered patting your head.

“Come with me to Haven (Y/n), it would be dangerous to leave you alone in here”

“But why sister?” you questioned her, hpoing for some answers.

“There would be enemies around here. I would rather have you with me” she answered with her eyes pleading that you would come with her.

“Alright I’ll come with you, I cannot lose you sister.”

And this is where your real adventure all began.

Weight of the World

You look to the sky that look so ominous. Yet you are just standing unfazed of what is about to happen as if you couldn’t care the world.

Suddenly rain pour down on you….

  Your whole body is now cold yet you felt something on your face…

Tears..

Tears that are running down along your cheeks.

That is when you felt a heavy feeling in your chest, you couldn’t quite place it. Was it based on your emotions or something else.

But all you could do is let it all out.

You cried very loud because you can’t take it anymore. Is is it because of your parents, friends, classmates,  anyone who torment you or someone you love that you lost in your life? Or is it because of what you felt because life doesn’t go exactly like you it want to be…

Darkness crept upon you.

‘Why is it always like this’

FFXV Headcanons: First Meeting at High school with Noctis

It is another ordinary Tuesday for a high school student. (Y/n) had nothing much in mind except for a certain ravenette boy.

You saw him several times at the campus walking with his ‘fan girls’ treading behind him. He looks like he wants to vanish from the girls completely.

You pitted his situation. It is never that easy to have his time alone at school. The girls are squealing whenever he passes by.

Admit it he’s quite handsome because of his looks and charm so your not shocked that the girls want him and the boys want to be friends with him(which the students utterly failed at).

While you thought that as you looked at him, he suddenly shyly smiled at you. Your heart beats fast at the unusual pace and shyly smiled back with a wave.

The next time you see each is at the locker hallway.

You were just bored drawing while walking with your books and sketch pad at your arms.

Suddenly you felt impact on your body as you fell to the floor. your books are scattered around and tried to pick it up but you felt pain towards your body. You noticed him again, he passed by and ignored you.

Rage and anger filled your every fiber of your being. Why did he not help you, he knocked you to the ground and left you there?! You thought there is something more about him.

The actual meeting that you both meet is at the school canteen. You’re all alone the table.

You rolled your eyes as you felt him beside you. “Hey I’m Noctis. You’re (Y/n) right?”

He slowly speak to you as if like you were their prince and offer his apology to you.

You feel how sorry he is and what he did to you then your face turns red as you accepted his mistake.

Noctis feels relieved and wants to give you some treat but you denied his request and leave him there.

As the class where about to start, you found some fan girls gossiping about what happened earlier in the canteen. Where you and Noctis are presumably ‘dating.’ The girls suddenly glared at your way, they were protecting “Prince Noctis”

You found yourself speechless as you heard the word “Prince,” feeling vulnerable. You ignored them and entered the classroom.

ain't no way my fucking internet service provider blocked this website and mobile app

need to use mobile data from now on just to access Tumblr aaa

I hate it here!!!

they’re beautiful 🥹🙏

lol Soap’s the only one not in his gear, oops 😂 Bro just hopped the call 🤣🤣

I have this silly thought bouncing around my brain about a one night stand with one of the 141 (soap is the current hyperfixation). You're gone before he wakes up, but you leave him a note with a review of his dick game as a joke. Just a lil "4/5 stars. nice hands and ate pussy like a god. talked too much and fuckass haircut though"

I think he'd get a kick out of it, probably keep it in his wallet. Track you down and be sure to get a 5 star rating next time.