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you don't have to perform for anyone. you don't have to write long, extravagant things. you don't have to write important, popular things. you can write a 500 word drabble that changes someone's heart forever. you can write 100k words of your passion even though no one will ever see, and every word will be intricately beautiful and woven by you

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Help for Venezuela. REBLOG PLEASE.

Help me spread the word about what is happening in my country.I don't want to cry anymore thinking about what is going to happen to my family, or my friends. Many in my generation have committed suicide due to the desperation of the current crisis, others have left their university careers to go to work at an early age for a starvation wage. Please, I just want to stop suffering, I don't want to cry anymore, I just want a normal adolescence for all young people. My people need FREEDOM.

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

PS

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oikawa is back in japan for the first time since renouncing his citizenship. the very moment the plane wheels graze the concrete runway, he feels the difference.

he feels the difference over a warm bowl of chinese noodles, when iwaizumi catches him up on athletic trainer life, complaining about salary and overtime, cracking jokes about how tooru would never relate, he's got it good.

his volleyball career skyrocketed, after all.

he feels it bumping into hanamaki at the convenice store, when buying melatonin gummies to help with the timezone adjustment. his former teammate feigns starstruck, theatrically gushing and pleading for his autograph. makki shows him a picture of his girlfriend; teases him about a bet made in high school. he remembers the fight he had with you, about not having enough time. about choosing volleyball. about priorities.

he feels the change when he kicks off his shoes haphazardly in his parents' house, dreading the absence of a nagging mother, who would tell him to set them aside where they actually belong. he reaches for the light switch, the muscle memory of home still ever present - it doesn't take him long to find it.

in that dimly-lit sanctuary of his childhood, he learned something new.

at twenty seven, oikawa tooru learned that maybe change isn't bad. not always. not if it meant strawberry cheesecake. not if it meant happy birthday, idiot! piped neatly in vanilla frosting across the top. not if it meant watching you fight sleep (losing), as you wield a kitchen lighter in your left hand, candles in your right. you waited.

not if it meant he could see that look on your face, when you wake up on the bed, with your back to his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder, absolutely livid over the fact that he surprised you, when it was supposed to be the other way around.

not if it meant that though everyone will change eventually, he can sign a truce with difference for now, because being able to recognise difference is the evidence that something is worth missing. and until the day he has to miss you instead of have you, he'll cherish every moment. even if it one day becomes a memory.

tooru knows now,

that to be loved is not (just) to be known.

TO BE LOVED IS TO BE REMEMBERED.

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a/n : happy belated birthday loverboy! late night quickwrite that might get deleted in the morning. I’m not sure if I hate this or if I can tolerate it, we’ll see what happens to it lol. NOT PROOFREAD

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This is probably a super dumb question, but how did you get the like custom ombre color you used on the title of run your mouth?

Hiii, don't worry, I've already had that same question! I use a site to made It, unfortunately I didn't found the exactly one I used, but this post is capable to help you, I use the method 1!

https://www.tumblr.com/gradient-text/657313997746520064/this-is-kinda-stupid-of-me-to-ask-but-how-do-you?source=share

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full throttle | sakusa kiyoomi

chaper four | group chat nightmare

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yn almost threw her phone against the wall when she found out it was sakusa. he on the other hand, although floored, didn't expect anything less of atsumu

suna could not stop laughing as soon as yn told the gc what was happening. he texted atsumu IMMEDIATELY

atsumu is certain this is how they start dating and is already planning to speak about this at their wedding. he's positive that this will work without a hitch

omi doesn't know how to feel about this. he agreed because he's tired and wanted atsumu off his back

he still doesn't know how he feels about yn yet. yes he did have a crush on her in hs, but that was 3 years ago. people change.

yn is excited but so nervous that she might make a fool of herself

omi actually got a girlfriend a couple months after they all graduated high school. it was a mutual breakup because she didn't seem all to into the car scene while he was up and coming in formula drift.

atsumu tried to set him up with other people before but every single time they were most definitely not compatible with him

taglist under cut (don't mind the formatting- it was being stupid today)

@wyrcan @hilichurl-lover @neuviloved @mayariviolet @wqnsho

@chosugarplum @dontmindtheevie @ilyless

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blue spring — kageyama tobio

synopsis: in the trenches of her own being, he frees her from self-destruction. unknowingly.

content: university au. artist rdr. classmates/tutor + tutored to lovers. soft angst and fluff. slow burn. may be ooc. discussions of family trauma. yn is an academic overachiever. cursing. kys jokes.

dm to be added to the taglist. 🐰 indicates the chapter contains written content.

profiles: bestest friends ever + tsukishima | bros !!

chapters:

prologue

i. teach me! 🐰

ii. monkey tie at the exhibit 🐰

iii. something sweet 🐰

iv. coping mechanism 🐰

v. two-headed lamb 🐰

vi. new, scary, unexpected

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starting to post again after 2 year I made my first post is a thing...

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run your mouth

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

warnings: nothing, just kisses at the end and a weird question from reader the whole time.

ps: my first language isnt english so this must have severe grammatical errors

"If I..."

At the same moment that he perceived your voice entering the room, his head immediately turned around to gave you a warning look, telling you to be very cautelous about what are you about to say. For the past months, Sakusa got acquainted with your weird sense of humor.

"Listen up" you proclaimed before he starts to say anything else "If I hypothetically ask to lick your moles, you would let me do it?"

"What? Which one?" his voice sound slightly disguist, but the way his eyes softner when he turn to look at you, its shows that, if you asked, he happily gonna say yes.

When you met Sakusa, he was almost speechless and quite distant, always looking up on ways to avoid contact. Not only with you, you notice someday that he actually doesn't approach others people in general.

His team were the only ones who had permission to get close to him, and even his teammates didn't go far away, they always keep some limits to not transgress his boundaries.

The first moment in which both of you had to swap a few words were in a bar. One of your friends was "getting close" of Miya Atsumu, and have asked you to go with her so it's wasn't gonna be so stranger to her to meet some of his teammate.

You accepted and somehow - nobody know how - you ended up being placed next to Sakusa. Most of the time was very peaceful and quiet, but when all of the people in the table decide to become ghosts, you two have to start some convo.

The talk was very polite, just some questions about your profissional life - "what you do?", "how do you knew that was this you wanted to work with?"

But it has starded a thing between you and Sakusa. From that moment above, you accepted every offering that you friends does, in hope that he was in there, and Sakusa had done the same thing with Atsumu's offerings.

Each appointment brought you a little closer of him, until the moment that he asked for you number. since that moment your relationship climb some steps up to this exact moment.

"So you would let me?" you ask, challenging him to answer. "Hum? Kiyomi. Would you let me" you tighten your eyes, approaching him in the bathroom.

Your face is above his shoulder,with your cheeck scrunched on his skin, Sakusa can feel the heat that comes from your body. He looked at you in the mirror, a small lift in his lips.

"If you ask properly" he gazes at you, mesmerized with your face, nothing could change his mind about you being the prettiest person he ever seen.

You stare him in dare, removing your face from his shoulder and immediatily wraping your arms around his hips, you start to make a pout.

"So Please, please, please, let me get what I want~" you sing and Sakusa raises an eyebrow.

"You have to do better than that, sweetheart."

Your pout increases and you get an idea. A great idea.

Your fingers reach for his face and pull him closer.

Slamming your lips against his, you put your arms around his neck while you feel he placement his hands on your waist, opening your mouth when you recognize his tongue asking for access, your tongues slide against each other and you hear a small whimper from Sakusa. Smiling, you stop the kiss and murmurs slowly as you plants little seals on his lips.

"Can I" seal "please" seal "lick" seal "yours" seal "moles"

You separate your body from his and Sakusa has the glimpse of your whole figure, your eyes glowing in his direction, how could he say no?

"Yes, anytime you desire" he look at you smiling, and you know that this man loves you more than anything else.

chosugarplum, 06/18/2024.

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don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

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Dick Grayson by Dan Mora you will always be famous.

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Cough plumber yuki 🎤

omg plumber yuki ໒꒰ྀི ง`0´ ꒱ྀིง ❤︎ thank you for sending this in!!

cw ౨ৎ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 sex as a form of payment. cheating, fingering and finger sucking, oral. she calls you ma’am, sweetheart, and sweet girl and baby + you wear a robe & pearls. tiniest bit of blood. it is implied reader does not work and receives money from her husband. porn without plot

tsukumo yuki takes interest in you immediately.

you open the door in a rush — your eyes are filled with worry and your smile is a little timid, almost a little embarrassed because you’re still in your silk pink robe that shows off your hardened nipples.

she immediately thanks the cool spring breeze.

“hello, ma’am, i’m yuki. i’m here to see your sink?”

“hi,” you sound almost breathless, cute, as you tell her your name and continue, “yes — please, come in. i’ll lead you to the kitchen.”

your house is massive — choso, her assistant, did mention your home was in a rich neighborhood — and seems to reflect you; beautiful and elegant.

“i’m not sure what’s going on,” you tell her, wring your hands together. “it was okay last night, but i heard a horrible noise come from it this morning, before my husband left for work.”

“let me check it out, then, okay?”

“mhm. would you like some coffee? a pastry?”

she smiles. “no, i’m okay. thank you.”

“of course. i’ll wait here, if you don’t mind.”

“not at all, ma’am. this is your house, after all.”

you smile at her, shy and embarrassed, as you touch your marriage finger — where your ring should be.

she gets to work immediately, finds the problem and solution right after — did your husband not know the slightest bit of plumbery? was he stupid?

“so, what do you and your husband do for work?”

“i volunteer at an art gallery and he does his secretary.”

the sound of your hand slapping against your mouth resonates through your home and she stops her work, mouth agape.

“god, i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said that.”

“you’re okay,” she replies, continues the work on your sink. “don’t worry about it. i’m sorry.”

you take a shuddering breath, then reply in a monotone voice: “it’s okay. i think it’s been going on for two months now.”

she finishes up on your sink and stands.

“there. all done.” she smiles at you in such a comforting way, you want to throw yourself into her strong, toned arms. “you ready for the total, sweetheart?”

“yes. let me go get the money, your assistant told me the estimate.”

she smiles at you and watches as you rush away — eyes glued to your pretty ass in your pretty pink robe.

god. your husband is a dumb fuck for cheating on you.

a few minutes later, you walk toward her with tears brimming your eyes, bottom lip trembling in between your teeth.

“i-i’m sorry,” you say, wipe at your eyes in a haste, “he didn’t l-leave any money for me to pay you.”

damn. he’s an asshole all around.

“oh, it’s okay, sweetheart — come here.”

and you do — like a wounded pet, you walk into her arms and bury your face into her chest, hug her so tightly — as if she’d disappear if you didn’t.

she rubs your back soothingly until you look up, eyes wet and bottom lip bleeding, tits rubbing against hers so deliciously.

“could i pay you in some other way?”

she almost chokes.

“don’t look at me like that, sweetheart, or i’ll take you right here.”

the softest watery moan spills from your lips. “please do, yuki.”

she licks the blood from your lip and kisses you, pushes you into your luxurious countertop and cups your cunt through your robe, smiles when you moan into her mouth.

“you’re so pretty,” she breathes, lifts your robe and sneaks her hand in between your legs. “so fucking perfect.”

you crane your neck back to let her kiss you there, let her go down and down until her mouth is latched onto your tit and her fingers are teasing your clit.

“here.” when her hand leaves your pussy, you protest — then she sticks them into your mouth and you melt all over again.

when you swirl your tongue on her fingers and look at her like you need to get fucked now, she rubs herself against your thigh to alleviate what you make her feel.

“yuki,” you garble, “yuki, please — i need you.”

your husband is the dumbest fuck in the whole wide world.

“let me eat you out, okay, baby?”

“mhm,” you whimper, “please, yuki. please.”

she gets on her knees and kisses your inner thigh, unties the little knot of your robe and proceeds to kiss your pussy through your underwear.

“all wet for me, baby?”

“only for you.”

fuck — there’s so much sincerity in your voice, so much desperation.

she rips your underwear off and lifts your leg up, buries her face into your cunt with her own desperation and rubs her pussy through her jeans at your first moan.

when you grip onto her hair and ride her face, she fucks you with her tongue with even more fervor.

“‘m gonna cum, yuki, ‘m gonna cum!”

“fuck, my sweet girl.”

you tremble before you come undone all over your plumber’s face.

she kisses your clit, laps at your sensitive cunt.

“i hope to god your sink acts up more often.”

you put some of her hair behind her ear, smile, and your breathless laugh makes her heart flutter.

you forget all about your cheating husband as you look down at her.

“i hope so, too.”

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Zendaya wearing VIVIENNE WESTWOOD – Challengers Magazine (2024) photographed by Anthony Prince Leslie

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being obsessed w a piece of media is so scary. what if my mutuals see how insane i go about it and think oh i gotta check out what this is about and then think it sucks and kill me with rocks. what if they hate my favorite characters

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Istg i need more modern au blue eye samurai fics cause im obsessed....

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"i think women should be meaner!!" you can't even handle leg hair