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Does anyone know of that one obikin fanfic where obi-wan wakes up and he realizes hes in star wars as anakin's cold master? You know that premise wherein hes like that reincarnated or isekai'd shizun????
You realize you’re lonely when you pass out on your couch while the lights are turned on, and you are too tired to stand up and turn it off and wish there was somebody there, so they would cover you with blanket and turn the lights off.
Ailec Herrera is my teammate who was reported missing as of this morning March 2nd 2025. Please if you have any information contact the number shown above (891-259-4252)
This is a super random post and I doubt that it will achieve my desired effect, but I have to try.
I’m looking for my friend. I met them over two years ago on Roblox but lost contact with them due to me losing my account.
They live in Portugal and their username was @ SunflowerCat with a few numbers behind it. I can’t remember exactly :(
This is for if they might ever see this— it’s Deyna, and I originally knew you as Flying Bananas. You might instead remember me as Evan. We did roleplays together, do you remember Lafayette and John, or Nathan and James? You liked call of duty, and I really love it now, too! I miss you. I’m sorry I had to leave and I want to talk to you again.
please help me boost this? I know there’s the smallest chance ever because idek if they had tumblr, but I had a dream about them last night that urged me to try and find them again.
no pressure tags, just trying to maybe get this out there, tell me if you don’t wanna be tagged
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I've been thinking of starting a Roblox arg
But I will need help from a friend
Lol maybe this will be canceled
I'm so wet right now...
And Daddy is so far away...
I just want to be held, is that too much to ask for?
and you’ll forget about the heartbreak you had at 19 when you’re 21, or tomorrow. please let it be tomorrow.
i’m trying to forget
What does it really matter who said "I love you," first if I am the last to hang on?
Excerpt from a book I haven’t written yet
Can someone please help me find the Bully!Sukuna x Reader, there were many parts of this au but I forgot who the author was and I first found it in ao3 and continued to read it here on Tumblr.
But I can't find it anymore but I can remember some parts of it like sukuna wanted reader to ride his motorbike but the reader always refused but one day sukuna caught her getting someone else's motorbike so he got jealous and I think he didn't talk to her for a while or he did confront her but it ended up the wrong way.
Then there is also another part where the reader ended up getting pregnant even though they are still in highschool, so readers parents kicked her out of the house and lived with sukuna, yuji, and their grandpa. Of course they accepted reader and let her stay in their home because sukuna is the baby daddy.
That's all I can remember, so do you guys know what happened to this? Can you guys pls tell me who the author is or what the name of the story is? Because my brain won't stop bugging me if I don't find that story.
Sorry it took so long to ask I’ve been really busy with school and sports.
and there’s actually 3 questions:) so my question is, If you could be anything in the universe, what would you be? And if you could be any animal, what would you be? And what color is your toothbrush :3
YIPPIE YIPPEEEEE my first ask! I’m late to this too, don’t worry. Konj (which is horse in a different language on accident lmao) took a lot of time out of my schedule.
As for the questions, I’ll happily answer them! :)
If I could be anything in the world, I’d be a cat. You don’t have to worry about things like bills or homework, you get free food, and to leisure constantly. Plus, cats are my favorite animal, which is definitely a contributor to the reason why!
Lol looking back at it, it seems like I answered two at the same time on accident, which means I have to answer the last question now which comes as such an ironic time.
You see, a few days ago I lost my two brush, and now I’m using a spare tooth brush from my dad. So currently, my toothbrush is black, but I’m still wondering where the heck my other toothbrush went. Like- what happened???
I wonder if you know
I wonder if you know which song is about you, which letter is written for you, which smile comes from you, which gift under the millions were from me.
Wait no— you don’t actually pay attention. Because last time I asked how you liked the gift I sent you, you forgot it was from me. So, I stopped asking.
So, I stopped texting, stopped calling. and there was silence without your laughter. Laughs that weren't meant for me.
One day I promise you, you're not going to miss him forever. As much as his memories keep on resurfacing every now and then, there will be a day when everything will stop and your emotions will just change towards him. I mean, you won't start hating him instead of loving him the way you do now. You will just stop feeling for him. I know that you still wait for him to text you even when you are asleep. Part of you is awake waiting for him to call you. I know you miss him so much that your bones hurt. I know you miss him so much that it just feels a little more empty every day. I promise you are not going to be this sad forever. I know your heart aches all the time. I know you loved him, you still do and maybe you will always love him. But you can keep on loving someone until that love feels like it's pulling you down. When you feel that, let that feeling leave you. It's okay to stop having feelings for him, it's okay to just be neutral towards him. You don't have to starve yourself of things that he wasn't able to give you. One day you're going to move on and it's going to be the most beautiful thing that could happen to you after he broke your heart. Until then, remember to be soft on yourself. Remember to be a wreck and don't be afraid of spilling your emotions. Be a mess, be with big feelings and you can cry in public, too. We are all a mess but how we manage to handle ourselves is what makes us better than others.
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Depression is like having your house burglarized and not remembering what's missing, always searching the empty rooms for clues.
Atleast we are under the same sky my love.
There’s a whole world beyond those phone screens.
It's so out of the way how a single person is missing for you and the whole world feels empty.
There was love between us.
Until one day there wasn't.
We just woke up and decided that was it.
And just like that, our paths diverged.
Will they ever cross again?
I don't know.
But everywhere I go, I still get reminded of you.
You might have left,
but not before leaving my soul drenched in your being.
Wherever I go, I can only think of you being there too.
We thought it'd be nice to be free again.
But now the freedom seems to have turned to loneliness.
And with every sunrise I miss you a little more.
You've been absent for a while now,
but I've been loving you nonetheless.
And judging by the way my eyes search for your face in every crowd,
I think I am going to love you always.
Whether you like it or not.
Whether I like it not.
And just like that I am yearning for you again.
And that's when I realised, there's still love between us.
From me to you.
And I'll wait for it to come back.
From you to me.
I miss you.
When will you come home?
Of missing and remembering
Missing
They found this tree when they were just a child. They were alone in this whole world and just wanted a place to call home. They come here almost daily. To read and write and to do all the other bits of life. The tree had always been tall and big. When they were younger they could climb it and rest on one of it's branches to read. Now they sit on the ground, leaning against one of the two gravestones and rest in the trees shadow. Whenever they visited, they could feel a longing inside their chest. It was like they were missing something or someone that they couldn't quite remember. This feeling of missing always growing bigger with each visit. Until one day a boy sat under the tree sketching.
Remembering
When he saw them for the first time it was like a stone was lifted from his shoulders. It felt as if he could finally breath freely again. He didn't know what he felt in that moment but with time he began to realise what it was. Sitting with them under the tree, talking, reading and drawing together. A feeling of home flooded him and them as well. This time that the two of them spent together it felt like something he remembered. A memory deep within his soul. A memory of happiness and joy. He felt like remembering this time from a life before.
Once
Old they lay, their life a tale to tell, under the tree that was still so young. They planted it here many years ago after meeting for the first time and planed to make this their last resting place. The time had come for them to go into another beautiful story of their own. They both knew. And so he asked "Will you promise to remember me?" "I can only promise to miss you, my love." they replied. And they both did miss, each to their own.
Short Stories #1
Missing
He disrupted the crisp, foggy air with his hurried gait. A man dressed in a brown trench coat and a peculiar black top hat moved swiftly but stiffly, as if trying to act casual, through the dim lit, narrow, cobbled street of Paris. Mist drifted lazily at his feet due to his fast pace and a crescent moon peeked from behind the dark, heavy set clouds, just barely illuminating the mysterious, harried man's face. Beads of glittering sweat had gathered on his forehead and brows while his face held a sickly pale pallor. Though his face was blank, there was poorly concealed fear in his dark eyes. His hands trembled and lips quivered, twitching the greying goatee on his chin, for the barest second. His shoulders were tensed and held taut and his back was ramrod straight as he took a sharp turn into another street. The lights flickered but he continued, his pace getting swifter. The lampposts puttered and the lights went off allowing darkness to envelope the surrounding. For a long minute there was stillness and silence. Even the echoing clacks of the man's shoes had halted. After a minute, the lights flickered on again and underneath one of the lampposts lay, on the dewy ground, a brown trench coat neatly folded and a peculiar black top hat resting on it. The man himself, was nowhere in sight.
Hice una lista de las cosas que extraño, formabas parte de ellas Y en el frío de la noche sé que sobreviviré Pero hasta que sepa que estaré mejor voy a fingirlo Inhalare y exhalare. ///// I made a list of the all things I miss, you make It in And in the cold of night I Know I will survive Until I feel alright, I'm gonna fake it Breathe In. Breathe Out. #extrañar #amor #ruptura #pareja #perdón #inhalar #exhalar #tristeza #dolor #piel #espalda #sombras #flores #things #missing #love #brokeup #couple #forgive #BreatheIn #BreatheOut #skin #back #flowers #shadows