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Wow, it's been a long time, has it not? Unfortunately, one of our main scratchers, @itz_sea/@Dxglxvergirl/@anima15ru13, is still occupied with schoolwork/other chores, and ideal tasks. But yay, I managed to scrap enough and glue it all into one special edition brought to you by moi, @16162121. Take in mind, it isn't Monday, but it's a special edition, and it will do. And we are DELIGHTED to say: ... WE WILL BE POSTING AGAIN! Maybe not every week, but check in with @16162121 and comment on my profile for updates! Pls submit art, writing, and comments! SHOUTOUTS!! @anima15ru13 @16162121 @koreanbbq4life Submit users and contest links down below for shoutouts next time! UPDATES: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! It's currently January 4!! The horrible war in Russia and Ukraine has been going on for 10 months, 1 week, and 4 days. (Donate to help the poor, innocent families in Ukraine!!!) Today, Crystal Palace lost to Tottenham, 0-4 Aston Villa and Wolverhampton tied, 1-1 Leeds United and West Ham Untied also tied, 2-2 Lucky Lottery! The Mega Millions prize climbed up to 940M after nobody drew the winning number today. Writing: The dawning of hope: 16162121 Do you know that feeling you get when you watch movies? The one that rushes over you when the character is about to walk into the monster’s jaw, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it? That feeling of helplessness and that twinge of fear, and that part of our brain that goes: Oh god, that idiot’s gonna get themselves killed. Well, that’s what it feels like to see your sister murdered in front of you. That and so much more. I feels like even though you could jump in front of your sister, or tackle the guy with the gun, or call the police and they would somehow get there in time, or do anything to save your sister, even though I could work if you tried, it wouldn’t even if you stopped time. Like nothing at all could have saved Kira in that moment, even if you did everything and anything. And the fear is more than a twinge. Because this isn’t make-believe, or on a huge screen, or on youtube. This is real and now, and you can’t pause it, or switch to watch another K-Drama. You need to stop the shooter or save yourself or save Kira, or both of you. But the fear is like fog overtaking your brain, it’s misty and damp and icky like sweat, and the sweat on your forehead is forming quickly, and you don’t know what to do, and everything is piling in your brain, and it’s clogging, and all you can hear are the ands in your though train, every last one of them, and it feels like everything is impossible, and you need to make it possible and do it in that very split second, or your sister would die in a heartbeat. The stress, the fear, and the aching of longing while knowing you can’t do anything, it crushes you until it takes all your willpower to open your eyes, because even if you don’t want to see a hole in your sister’s heart, you need to she if that’s how she dies. So you force your eyes open and watch as the bullet pings into your sister, you watch the blood ooze out, and you stay hidden, with your ears ringing until the murderer runs away and the cops appear, and you and your parents watch Kira’s body being placed in the dirt, with her coffin, a week later. Everyone around you cries, but you don’t. Because you are sick of crying, and there are honestly no tears left to cry. And so you and I just stand there, with your parent’s arms around us, trying to make myself bawl loudly, staring at the dark coffin. Staring at Kira’s ashes. Staring at the photo of her, smiling at Six Flags. Knowing there is no way to bring her back.