#how to get ready for eid

[thedailydescent]

Every day I come onto this site and try to think of a better, more convincing method of trying to get people to donate to stagnating fundraisers.

I am very disappointed that Hashim & Laila's, Mohammed Eid Matar's, and Yahya's fundraisers have barely budged over the past week, despite the regular updates they and the people promoting them have been giving.

Mohammed (@mohammedmatat) desperately needs a new tent for his family for the upcoming winter. We have already heard stories about heavy rain this week, which the average tent provides little protection for. Farah (@/farahmoo2), for example, has told us that her family's tent got flooded this week, and needed to be rebuilt. A tent in Gaza costs anywhere between $200-$1000 depending on the quality (not including bedding or a toilet), and building one isn't that much cheaper than a ready-made one. I was hoping to get Mohammed's fundraiser to at least the 2k mark by the end of the week, yet we're still at €1,350. Mohammed is only 23, and has two young siblings to take care of, who not only have been injured over the past year, are now, if they do not get access to safe shelter by the time the winter chill sets in, at risk of getting sick. (don't forget that there has been an outbreak of polio in Gaza as well, and they've only recently started the first rounds of vaccinations for children under 10).

Hashim & Laila (@hashimsafadi) are also at an abysmally low amount, still at €1,362 despite the fundraiser being up since Apr 23. Without jobs, how can two people live off of €1,362 for five months? How can you live off of that, put up with being displaced several times, living constantly under threat of being killed in unsafe areas? Being exposed to massive heat waves, suffering "contamination, intestinal infections, skin rashes, jaundice, and infections of the joints, bones, and teeth"? You can't.

Hashim & Laila will also be needing a safe and sanitary environment to live in for the upcoming winter! Please help them out.

And finally, Yahya Bkheet. Yahya has been tirelessly working to get his family, including three children under 10, out of Gaza. They were given until Aug 23 to raise €30k so they could all evacuate together, yet they didn't even make it to the 5k mark. That hasn't stopped Yahya from continuing to try. He has posted an update today of his situation: his mother needs treatment for her heart disease and diabetes, they need at least $200 to fix up the tent for the upcoming winter, his child Anas has contracted a skin disease from the polluted water, and his other child Mira has the flu and needs money for medicine.

They have only raised €5 today! They deserve better than this. Please help this family out.

Living conditions will not be the only thing for these three families to worry about for the upcoming winter. There's also the question of food. A few days ago, it was reported that Israel’s siege now blocks 83% of food aid reaching Gaza. That means 83% of required food aid will not make it into Gaza, up from the 34% that did not make it in 2023. That means the average Gazan eating two meals day will now drop to just one meal every other day. This makes the recent post @/omgthatdress made yesterday telling everyone to report people who send fundraiser asks, and just donate to aid organizations instead, that much more harmful. Guys, there's hardly any aid coming in! From July-September 2024, fresh meat prices have increased by 366%, and fresh fruit 228%. Please give Gazans a chance and donate to vetted fundraisers if you can, so they can at least buy their own groceries. When the cold weather sets in, people naturally become hungrier. Children cannot survive off of one meal every other day. A couple, whose dream is to go back to school and start a family of their own, cannot survive off of one meal every other day.

In other news, there has also been an update from the Mona Abu Hamda Team, who run a mutual aid fund which provides essential supplies such as blankets, food, flour, charcoal for cooking, sanitary products, and financial aid for necessities such as baby milk. There has apparently been a decrease in donations, and they are currently sitting at €75,639 of their €100,000 target. Please also consider donating to them to help Gazans out this winter.

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[cinnbar-bun]

One Piece Characters w/ an S/O who celebrates Ramadan

Characters: Luffy, Sanji, Crocodile, Robin

Rating: SFW

Notes: Muslim!GN!Reader. So yeah, obvy talking about religious beliefs and practices- if those make you uncomfortable please feel free to skip <3

A/n: this is for me and the three other Muslim OP fans here just vibing 😂 cultural notes at the bottom in case you didn't know/just curious about some of the terms here.

Luffy 

Absolutely does not get it, I think he has a heart attack hearing the words “no food or water” and does not listen to anything else after. 

“WHY CANT WE EAAAAT??? WHAT????” 

Blows his mind you would do this… he’s trying his best, poor guy <3

I GOTTA STRESS HE IS TRYING- HE WANTS TO DO THIS WITH YOU 

But you know, he’s Luffy, so that means after an hour or two he gives up and just raids the kitchen. 

Task failed but you know he’ll always stay up late for iftar and wake up early for suhur. 

Sanji 

He at first thought you were trying to- god forbid- starve yourself or diet and nearly screamed. 

When you explain the reasoning, he’s touched and wants to support you! So that means he’s absolutely doing everything he can to make sure you’re hydrated and getting all the nutrients you can get whenever you can. 

He makes you a completely separate dish from the others while you’re working or resting (so your food is fresh and ready when you break your fast!). 

Self-indulgent thought he’s so so so on top of things when it comes to your meals in general, he will never put wine or meat in your meals, and he makes to sure clean the area and use separate pans for when he cooks your meals. Absolutely refuses to give you anything that goes against your beliefs (I need him in my life). 

Please, he’s buying you dates and getting up with you to make sure you’re drinking plenty of water and eating right. Sleep schedule be damned, he’s not messing around with your health!!!!

Crocodile 

Now, he’s one of the few who actually knows what Ramadan is- he’s made Alabasta his “home” for a while and has participated in many celebrations or events to keep up appearances.

He kinda just humors you at first like “yeah, yeah, go be spiritual or whatever” and chuckles at you with that sexy voice of his. 

But he sees how dedicated you are, maybe sees you reading or praying and okay… his heart kinda melts. He’s never really believed in such things, not finding it useful for him, but seeing you just kinda makes him curious. 

Easily can fast alongside you, he just doesn’t make a big deal of it and insists that it’s simply due to him ‘not feeling hungry’ or ‘finding it boring to eat alone’ (sure, sure you big tsun). 

Makes sure your chefs are giving you only the best and freshest foods possible- he’s especially harsh about the food when it comes to Ramadan. 

I’m trying so hard not to inject my MENA!Croc addled brain into this piece so so hard I AM TRYING OKAY GUYS 

But can you imagine him going to the mosque with you or listening to you discuss or read the Quran and he’s just playing it cool but his eyes are so drawn to you and he wonders if you’re an angel and that he really, really does not deserve someone like you because he’s done so many bad things and wheeeeeeze-

Robin 

She’s an elegant and refined woman, one who will 100% want to be involved in your traditions. 

She finds your beliefs fascinating and takes it upon herself to join you in your Ramadan. 

It took her a bit of getting used to, but after a few days, it quickly grew on her. 

Robin likes having tea with you during suhur, alongside a few fresh fruits Sanji had gotten. Light meals are best for her and she prefers to enjoy your company and take it easy before the dawn. 

She likes to keep track of the days and times of when you two begin and break your fasts- she’ll make sure to keep note of the Shawwal moon so you two (and the rest of the crew) can celebrate the Eid together!

Since it’s a time of reflection, Robin decides to sit quietly and talk about her feelings and experiences with you. She did have some reservations and guilt that she was too “demonic” to celebrate this with you, but through your encouragement, she felt better and continued it alongside you. 

Oh, she loves getting the henna done, too. She makes sure to have lots of flowers on her arms and is in love with the patterns.

Cultural Notes: 

Ramadan is the 9th month of the Islamic calendar, which is based on the lunar cycle- hence why you’ll often see debates on when Ramadan starts/ends or why it begins about a week or two earlier than before, since the lunar calendar is shorter than the solar calendar (or Gregorian, the one we normally use). 

Muslims fast for a month from dawn until sunset (there are restrictions of course) so no water or food from that time. 

Sahur/Suhur/Suhoor: the meal you eat before the dawn comes. 

Iftar: the meal you eat to break your fast at sunset. 

Shawwal is the 10th month of the Islamic calendar, so Ramadan ends when you see the Shawwal moon that starts a new month. 

Eid: the big celebration that marks the end of Ramadan. Usually you go do a special prayer or have a big gathering with your family and enjoy yourselves.

[bahrtofane]

blue thobe and tea

Jude but he’s your husband and it’s Eid. yay !

word count - 1.3K+

watch it - eid chaos and shenanigans

p.s. -Count this as my Eid gift to yall ! 

The clock reads a brisk 6:00 am, and you're late. Well, behind schedule. But still. 

Running around trying to find your shoes ( you swore you left them at the door but whatever) last minute ironing of clothes and fitting cookies in tupperware because the 50 you prepared isn't nearly enough. You've been in and out of the kitchen checking on the tea that's been steeping, brewing and boiling since you woke up.

You're still in your bath robe, clutching it closed while you do laps around your home. You left Jude still in bed, and he soon wakes at the commotion you're creating. 

Your ever-patient husband appears in the doorway with a bemused expression. His hair is much less neat than he likes and sleepy eyes only add to his charm. "What time even is it?" he grumbles, clearly not thrilled about the rush.

You glance at the clock, "We're running behind schedule," you admit, crossing your arms and shaking your head. 

Jude steps closer, wrapping his arms around you, “We'll make it work," he reassures, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

You relax, even for a second, sighing softly. 

“I don't want to be late late,” you grumble into the crook of his neck.

He coos at you, petting your hair and promising he'll be extra quick getting ready.

You smile, eyes crinkling while sending him off to shower. In the time he takes to get showered, ready, changed. You've found your shoes, heels now clanking as you finish the last bit of prep.

The tea is ready, poured into each thermos and set on the table. Jude steps out of your bedroom in the cutest blue thobe and your heart swoons.

“My handsome man,” you press a kiss to his cheek. 

“Think so?” He gives you a little spin. 

"You clean up nicely," you tease, giving him a playful nudge.

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist,"Only for you, my love," he replies, planting a kiss on your lips.

You hum, “think you can get the thermos in the car?’

“Of course baby, “

As Jude heads out to the car with the thermos, you take a moment to admire him from behind. The way his thobe drapes over his frame, the confident stride in his step—it all makes your heart swell with pride. How lucky are you?

With a soft sigh, you clean up the last few things around your house. Washing the dishes, tucking plates inside the dishwasher, cleaning up the aftermath of your tea making, fluffing out your table cover, and sliding your house shoes snug against the wall. 

You get ready yourself. Not too much time as your dress slides off of its perch on your hanger. You do a quick once over in the mirror of your bathroom. Your makeup is good to go, your outfit is perfect. Things worked out after all. 

Your clock now reads 7:22. Relatively on schedule. You told your family you should get there around 8:30. 

You grab your purse, Judes sunglasses, the tupperware of cookies and head outside, locking the door behind you. The sun is beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the neighborhood. Dew still clings to the blades of grass that span your front yard.

 Jude ducks into his designated seat, your passenger princess, holding his hands open for the tupperware as you slide it into his lap. His glasses go on top of his head, seat belt clicking softly as you make your way to the drivers side. 

Jude is giddy as you make your way to your famed family eid event. He used to be nervous out of his mind, unsure of where to fit in. half the time you found him standing off to the side. Until your cousins forcefully made him join monopoly (its eid tradition okay). 

And even since then he's been more or less of a monopoly fiend, getting way too fired up than what's probably acceptable for a monopoly game but who cares. If he's having fun that's all you could really ask for.  

As you drive to your destination, Jude hums along to the radio, occasionally reaching over to squeeze your hand or steal a quick kiss at a red light. 

“You're so clingy,” you huff. Rolling your eyes playfully but leaning into each kiss nonetheless. 

“Yeah yeah and you love it.” he shrugs. 

You can't argue with that. 

“Think you'll win this year?” He knows what you mean. Monopoly of course.

“Of course I will. Tell your cousin I don't care how many times he moves his pieces when I'm not looking I will win.” he rubs his hands together. 

“You do that. I'm gonna play chess.” you nod. 

“You're really missing out you know.”

“I'm really not, those fiends of property will not be coming near me.”

“Baby.” he laughs.

“Hm?”

"You're gonna have to fix your lipstick kinda smudged it.” he giggles.

You quickly look into your rearview mirror, “you did a number on me.”

He only laughs harder. Ah the sweet sound of Eid fun. You love Eid.

When you finally arrive at your destination (and fix your lipstick) , your cousin's house is alive with the sounds of laughter and greetings. She got to host this year. You think next year will be yours and Judes. You have some remodeling to finish this year. 

You and Jude are greeted warmly by friends and family, exchanging hugs and well wishes. You snort at your younger family members who wait for their Eid money. This year it's Jude who gives it out. Taking his wallet out and kneeing to eye level with the kids as they get their gift for the day. 

You find your cousin, knee deep in dishes in the kitchen already.

“There you are,” she beams, kissing your cheeks and wiping her hands dry. She pulls out a kitchen chair and hands it to you. You take a seat gladly. 

“You look busy.” you raise a brow. 

“You think?” she huffs. 

You raise your hands up, “hey it's not even tea time yet what's with the dishes.”

“Cookies I didn't finish this morning.” she groans, heading back to the sink.

You get up out of her seat and push her out of the way, “go greet your guest you idiot i got it here.”

She sighs, heading off to greet the growing crowd of people that fill her home. 

You finish in a few minutes, organizing what you can before finding Jude surrounded by kids who throw various sports balls for him to juggle. He's doing pretty good, laughing as each ball gets increasingly more outrageous. Golf balls? Where did they get golf balls? 

You take a few videos before he calls it quits and joins you to do your round of greeting the new arrivals.

Throughout the day, you and Jude enjoy the festivities, indulging in delicious food, sharing stories, and making cherished memories. He ends up winning monopoly, go figure. Chess ends in a stalemate and you have a stare off with a family friend that sits opposite to you in the living room. Next time you both agree silently. 

Lunch has been served along with a large array of sweets with tea, (yours was a hit). Jude preens at the praise that comes your way, boasting of how amazing you always make it, that your hands are just naturally sweet. 

You swat his chest, scurrying away while he continues to any and everyone that will listen to him. 

“That man is obsessed with you,” your cousin appears again, tea in hand. 

“Isn't he?” you snort. 

“I hope you guys host next year.” she gives you a nudge with her shoulder.

“Me too. You did great this year.” 

“Don't leave the cookies last minute like me though,” she grumbles before melting back into the crowd.

As the day draws to a close and you head home, hand in hand with Jude, you can't help but smile at the thought of many more Eids to come, spent with the love of your life.

You're thinking of getting him a pink thobe for next Eid, good idea no?

[s-4pphics]

mourn. intro. (e.w.)

INTRO. 

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

WARNINGS: streetracer!ellie, dealer!oc, backstory lemme cook, parental death, mentions of overdoses, funeral, baby ellie :), oc intro… cackles evilly

A/N: last post til eid lol 

pay zakat. feed a family this ramadan. k!ll zios.

SEPTEMBER, 2009

ANGUISH floods Ellie’s chest as she witnesses decorative rosewood being lowered into the sopping dirt. It’s cinematic; watching herself from a bird’s eye view, floating above her own body. Her brain cranks at an alarming rate. Churning in attempts to convince her that she’s not actually here, staring dead at her mother’s casket. The grass sludges beneath her shoes with every unsteady shuffle of her feet. 

There aren't many people around. Three of her mother’s former work friends, a service dog, and the officiant. They’re hardly acknowledging Ellie; no one would be able to stop her from leaping head-first into the ground due to the lowering clouds. Buried and suffocated by grass and mud, a feast for the maggots, but loved eternally. Every cell in Ellie’s body thrums with anxiety. Just when she trusted that her mother’s health was improving, she woke up, shrouded in ice next to a limp body and an empty pill bottle on the nightstand. The same ones her mother took to sleep throughout the night. 

That was three weeks ago. She doesn’t remember calling 911. 

Her best friend — her only friend is gone. And it’s permanent. This isn’t like how her mother used to scavenge the streets until dawn searching for another job before Ellie woke up. She’s not coming back to crawl into their shared, warm bed, sleep for half an hour, then help her get ready for school. No more oatmeal in the mornings. No laughter. No joy. No symmetry. Ellie’s life is forever scattered. Beaten to death until she’s leaking venomous, black blood.

There’s a man that keeps staring at her with pity: familiarity crushes her every time they lock eyes. She kind of remembers him. Somewhat. She almost forgot her shoes before coming here. He seems more upset than her. At least externally; Ellie’s rotting from the inside. 

Her mother’s chamber is completely submerged underneath dirt within the next few hours. The man from earlier is much closer now. 

She jumps when he whispers, 

I owed your mom a favor. 

OCTOBER, 2009

Ellie hates Joel. Hates her mother for leaving her with him. Hates herself for not being able to save her from the claws of addiction. 

Joel’s home is always silent during the day. He gave Ellie the grace of letting her stay home until the Spring, but it’s too quiet. Music never plays and they never talk, and it’s driving her to madness. The silence makes her itch. 

Until the sun sets. 

She already has trouble sleeping. Her insomnia combined with the thunderous clanking that blares from the garage every night is enough to get her sobbing into her pillow until the sun rises the next morning. One night, the noise had gotten so uncontrollably loud that Ellie barged into the garage to shout every curse she recalled her mom screaming into the phone before bedtime.

She didn't expect, however, to see Joel’s legs extended out from underneath her mom’s wrecked ‘57 Chevrolet. Ellie could hear him grunting as cranking and banging of metal took over the space. 

… What are you doing? 

Joel rolls out from beneath the car on a creeper, face confused and smeared with dark sludge. 

Why’re you up? 

It’s loud. She snaps. Why is her car here. 

Joel sighs. Just trying to fix it up. 

For what. Ellie eyes the cracked windshield. She somehow remembers how a rock hit it on the freeway when she was six. Her mom was livid. She can’t drive it anymore. 

Joel’s face twists uncomfortably. It’s almost comical; the seemingly boiling child stands at a whopping four-foot-three with her fists clenched, burning holes through her bright yellow Spongebob pjs. Her glare sharpens when he mumbles, 

Kid… 

So you stole her freaking car? Her eyes swelter, brows hauled downward and hands in fists. He sits up straight, palms up in surrender, wrench in hand. How’d he even get back into their old house?

No, I — He rushes, She asked me to try n’ get it started again. That’s all. I… I shoulda asked you —

Ellie’s not sure why she’s so enraged, but she’s hollering with a pointed index in his direction, berating him, degrading him with sobbed vulgarities. Pushes him hard when he rises to comfort her. Eyes him with so much disdain that he flinches. 

She hates him. She misses her mom. 

The guest room door slammed shut with the click of a lock. She screamed for her mother for hours. Voice shrieking so loud that the neighbors came knocking after the first fifteen minutes. Cops pounded on Joel’s door and proceeded to conduct a wellness check on the household after an hour. 

Their presence made Ellie swallow her scorn. Ellie’s already received a small taste of what it’s like to be in the system. She vowed to never reenter as if her life depended on it. 

NOVEMBER, 2009

Joel made Ellie chocolate chip pancakes for her birthday. 

Breakfast is silent, per usual. Light clinks of utensils on silverware and breathing are the only proof of life in the room. Ellie refuses to touch the squared slices of pineapple. It was her mother’s favorite, despite her complaints of an itchy mouth after every juicy piece. 

Your mom and I… 

Ellie pauses, skeptic eyes connecting with Joel’s. He’s treading light, she can tell. The nerves in his fingers are evident; The sorrow in his eyes suffocates her. Joel’s gaze drops onto his plate at the scrutiny he receives from across the table. 

She’s a good friend of mine, He mutters before his lips turn downward. Was. 

Ellie snorts humorlessly, Way to rub it in. 

Joel’s eyes flutter shut as he sighs, I’m… Sorr—

Were you the one she told? Her tone is sharp. Unforgiving. I heard her on the phone a few days before she did it. 

A storm flurries in the man’s gaze. A familiar one; It’s identical to when she would catch her mother in the middle of night talking to herself with a bottle in her hand. The winds in his pupils take her back to one of the darkest times of Ellie’s life. Maybe they were closer than she assumed. They look identical when they’re guilty. 

I didn’t—

But he did. He’ll never forget being on the other line with Ellie’s mother as she attempted to keep her cries to a minimum. Her croaked wails terrified him. Left wounds in his chest as his heart raced. I can’t do this to her, She’d said, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t! … Please… You owe me…

Joel did what he could over the phone. Made promises to her that he couldn’t keep, reaffirmed how much Ellie loved her. How badly she needed her mother, and eventually eased her sobs into pained whimpers. He believed the calmness she exuded prior to ending the call was a sign of understanding of her importance, but it wasn’t. Her mind and body merely accepted her fate. She was dead two mornings after. 

And Ellie was a witness to it all. 

Ellie’s eyes roll and sickness floods her, so she stands, You’re a liar. When you’re ready to tell the truth… You know where I am. She doesn’t bother to push her chair in, clean her dishes, pause at his calls of her name. Her feet stomp through the hallway, marrow searing beneath her skin. The guest room door slams shut and she breaks, guarded by the plainness of the beige walls while tears flow. 

She knows he knew. Why else would her mother leave her with him? 

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When Ellie got up to use the restroom hours later, she nearly tripped over a teddy bear holding a birthday cake. With candles. She’s never received a gift before. 

She doesn’t tell him that she slept for an hour with it hugged to her chest. 

The noises in the garage halt for a week. Ellie still can’t fall asleep. Joel has the same problem, she’s discovered. She finds him sprawled out on the couch one night, burning holes through the roof with a picture frame in his arms. She watches him silently for some time, perched behind the main wall of the hallway. 

Hey. 

Joel’s acknowledgement earns a gasp followed by scuffling, and he snorts. He sits up and sets the dusty frame on the cushion in front of him, noting how awful Ellie is at hiding; It makes him smile. Barely, but he’s endeared; Her entire arm was exposed. He can even see her duck-shaped slippers from where she’s tucked behind the wall. 

Ellie. 

She doesn’t come out, and he sighs. His heart twists painfully when he hears a wet sniffle. He’s up and moving when a guttural sob echoes from the hallway, crouching down in front of Ellie with her knees squeezed into her heaving chest. Joel’s heart cracks at her flushed cheeks drenched in salt. Talking won’t calm her, he knows it, but he’s unsure of what else to do. Ellie… isn’t an emotional kid, but he hushes her, attempts to cradle, apologizes softly. 

But when her wet eyes pinch open, she unravels and falls into him completely. Her arms squeeze around his neck in a deadly grip and she cries and coughs and whines for her mother. Joel holds her just as tightly as she hangs off him. 

We're gonna be fine, sweetheart. He mumbles, and he feels her head shake in denial, tucked in the crook of his neck. His knees wobble, and a soothing hand rises to caress the back of her head; He's never seen a kid this hopeless. It makes him wonder. 

What the hell did she witness in that house? 

Ellie’s always struggled to fall asleep alone. 

Her need to be coddled to dreamland was always a mystery to her mother. Skin-to-skin was a normal trait for infants, toddlers, maybe even a little over, but at age ten? Eleven, and unable to fall asleep without the feeling or knowledge of a loved one present? There was only one time where she recalled her mother carrying her to her own room to rest, but the second the door clicked shut, she was up. Awake. Alert and exposed to harm. Or, at least that’s what she convinced herself. 

She crawled into her mother’s bed minutes later and snoozed throughout the entire night. She didn’t hear the end of it when the sun rose. 

Joel doesn’t berate her, though. 

I can’t sleep by myself, she’d said to him after she calmed from her breakdown in the living room. They’d sat on the couch as he rubbed a comforting palm down her back, her small ones coming up to wipe her wet cheeks. 

How come? 

She scoffed, Scared of the dark, I guess? I dunno. I just can’t. 

Joel hummed in understanding. 

I’m like that, too. Sometimes. 

Ellie snickered wetly, You’re old, though. It’s not the same. 

Joel scoffed and snatched his hand away in mocked hurt. I’m not old! 

The gray hairs say otherwise! 

That night was the first time they ever laughed together. The first time Ellie laughed since her mother’s death, and it carried on until she knocked out beside him on the couch. 

For Joel, though, he couldn’t rest. Not when Ellie favored his daughter that much. Whenever he feels as though he’s progressing, letting go of grief, something life changing — disastrous — forces him right back to square one. Meeting Ellie was one of those moments. He tried to keep his weeping to a minimum as he held her sleeping form, eyes glued to the picture of him hugging his baby after her first soccer win. 

DECEMBER, 2009

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Ellie’s trapped inside the garage with Joel. 

Watching him tweak her mother’s vehicle has aided her raging boredom… To a certain degree. When he starts getting nerdy and raving about car parts, she tunes him out, despite the slight interest she’s taken with underneath the hood. 

The connecting wires, the bolts, the valves and cranks and this manual makes absolutely zero sense—

Can you stop dillydallyin’ around n’ hand me that? 

Ellie’s gobsmacked reading is paused when she passes Joel the manual, dark sludge-covered hands staining the fading paper. She cringes. 

Ellie watches silently as Joel inspects the contents, nodding to himself as his eyes flicker from the vehicle to the booklet, mapping out his next moves of attack. His eyes sparkle and curiosity sparks in her. 

Did you fix it? 

Joel only murmurs to himself, and Ellie’s eyes roll. She inches closer to him and waves a hand in front of his eyes. Hellooo? Is it gonna start? 

… I think so, kid. His head shakes in disbelief, If I can get that transmission replaced, it might be alright. 

Ellie’s brows furrow… What on earth is a transmission? 

I’ve been workin’ on cars for a while. I can tell you now that finding such an essential part for a model this old is gonna be tough. Might cost me an arm n’ leg. 

Ellie shrugs, You’ll figure it out, old man. 

He stares down at her blankly, Gee, thanks. Hand me that wrench, assistant. 

Ellie mocks glee on her skip to the rolling cart, Gosh golly dang, does this mean I’m hired? 

He jokingly snatches the tool from her extended hand. Little bugger. And just like that, you’re not gettin’ paid. How’s it feel to be outta funds? 

WAAAAAAA—

Ellie’s fake wails earn her a deep holler. 

Ellie oversees Joel until the clock strikes twelve, following his line of vision on every rusted compartment of the vehicle. Stood attentively at his side as he pointed out the carefully crafted machinery, listing their parts despite Ellie’s protest of forgetfulness. There are so many names for everything; Building cars seems so complicated, but curiosity sparks in her. She starts to think: maybe cars aren’t so boring. 

Another sleepless night for the both of them; Might as well commit to movie night. Fireworks are still going off in the small neighborhood hours later. The booming colors in the sky makes Joel's teeth grind. Reminds him of the time he took Sarah to Santa Monica Pier. 

Joel? 

Mhm? 

… What favor did you owe my mom? 

Thickness builds in his throat the second Ellie mentions her. He sets the large bowl of chocolate-doused popcorn onto the coffee table, reaching for the remote to turn the movie down. Not off, down. Ellie hates feeling like she’s being scolded. 

Joel doesn’t look at her, but her eyes are glued on the side of his face. 

Umm… He scratches his face, Did your mom ever mention me to you? Ellie denies with a hum. 

Joel’s mind whirs back to the first time he met Anna: sophomore year. He was exhausted, drained, barely making it, but despite being miserable, he still cared deeply for his education. He studied until his eyes burned, jotted down notes until his hand cramped and the librarian was gently urging him to head home. 

She… We were friends in college. He fonds, We met at an ice cream truck. 

Weird. Ellie notes causally, She hates dairy. 

… Yeah. She does. Joel coughs to mask the brokenness in his voice. 

Anna was… a genius, to put it lightly. Academically gifted to an intimidating degree. Her mind was a camera; She’d scan one excerpt from the thickest novel once and still manage to repeat it word for word years later. They had comms together; Her voice sounded like tweeting birds whenever she recited her prepared speech like it was nothing. She was an emotional speaker, entranced everyone in the room, and always ended with a question that forced students and professors to self-reflect. Joel wouldn’t call it a crush… Merely admiration. Envy. He was motivated whenever he left comms. 

He’ll never forget the image of her, sweating and worn, carrying what seemed like a twenty-pound backpack — all stuffed with calculus books — while ordering a can of Sprite from the humming, beaten down truck. Anna didn’t leave after the vendor handed her the soft drink. She simply turned to Joel, inspected him from head to toe, and turned back to the vendor. 

I’ll cover whatever he gets, too. With a thumb aimed at him. He nearly choked. 

A free snow cone couldn’t halt the racing in his chest. 

I know what you are. 

What, He questioned without a stutter. 

You fix cars? Anna quirked a brow at him. Joel’s brows pull downward. How did she know that? He’s fixed one car since he’s been enrolled. His buddy pulled up in front of his dorm asking for a windshield repair. But he shrugs, feigning nonchalance. I dunno. 

The green-eyed girl scoffs and sips from her nearly emptied can. 

You down to replace a tire? Some jackass thought it would be funny to leave a rusty nail in our parking lot. 

Our. She must have roommates… or lives where he does, he thinks. For how much? Not a beat missed. 

Her shoulders lift, I dunno. How much does a tire cost? 

Depends on the model. What d’you drive?

A chevy. Don’t ask the year, I’m not sure. It was a hand-me-down. 

A slight pause between them before Anna suggests with a sigh,

Come see ‘er. 

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Thar she blows. 

Joel can’t help but snicker at the woman in front of him, posing right next to her teetered vehicle. It’s quite charismatic; the bright pink bumper stickers, the crisp turquoise paint job, the slight scratch on the trunk. It’s nice. Classically vintage; it suits her. 

A beauty, he notes with his eyes locked onto Anna’s. She gives a hum in agreement. 

Revive her, if ya don’t mind. I’m desperate and can’t sue, so. Joel nods and inspects the damage on her tire. The air is nearly fully gone, and it’s making her drive slump. 

Tire shouldn’t be more than thirty-five… Gonna have to head home for some stuff. Willing to wait an hour? When he turns to her, they’re shoulder to shoulder. 

Anna smirks, Whatever you need, mechanic. 

My dad, Joel corrects, He taught me the basics when I was like… twelve. 

Her voice lowers, Good on him… Earned me a discount, eh? A hand claps down on his shoulder and gives it an encouraging squeeze, and he revs to life. 

He swears the tips of his ears are red hot, Sure… minus that deposit. I needa twenty for emotional damages. 

Fuck off. Her eyes are soft, Might never go to the shop again. You’re officially my car fixer-upper. Fuck these grease-balls n’ their price spikes. 

Joel snorts, You get into that many goddamn accidents? 

She leans in closer, and his throat closes. Slams shut. Turns to dust. 

You’ll find out, mechanic.

That’s why you’re spending so much time on it, Ellie notes at Joel’s retelling before a harsh gasp escapes her. Dude, were you in love with my mom or somethin’?

The man stutters and coughs, No — what? I told you she was a frien—

Ellie snickers with a judgmental point, Yeaaah, yeaaah, I know how these things go. You sucker! 

What the hell — I’m not a sucker… And what things—

Anna and Joeeel sitting in a tree! — 

A pillow smacks Ellie dead in the face, and she topples over in cackles. Joel rubs deep in his temples. Ellie would’ve loved Sarah. Two little bullies who feast on his suffering. 

No more storytelling. I’m going to bed. 

You can’t! Remember? Ellie hollers as tears fall from her eyes. She coos at Joel when he lifts himself off the couch and down the hall, trying to mask his small smile. 

Aww! C’mon, old man, it was a joke! 

I can’t wait for you to go back to school, ya vermin! 

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An exhausted Ellie creeps into Joel’s room half an hour later. She sighs in relief when she doesn’t hear snoring. Her mom was the worst when she was tired. She tiptoes across the carpeted floors until she’s in front of the unoccupied side of the mattress, stealthily adjusting the blankets and pulling back the sheets. 

She slowly manages to tuck herself in, fixing the pillows so her head rests on the cold side of the case, exhaling happily at the warmth defrosting her limbs. 

The second she dozed off, she yanked to consciousness by raspy sarcasm. Her eyes roll underneath her lids.

You can’t, either. Joel croaks, Remember?

JANUARY, 2010

Five days until school. Five days until misery. Five days until… strangers. Ellie’s skin crawls whenever she thinks about being an enclosed space with snot-nosed boys and soggy lunches. 

And math… Gross. 

Joel has been more than willing to postpone Ellie’s enrollment whenever she becomes anxious, but she always denies his requests. She’s grown to like Joel, but… he’s not the best teacher, especially social studies. Reviewing one of her old packets nearly gave him an aneurysm. She can’t afford to be homeschooled by him. 

What's been the best distraction from her impending doom? 

Binge watching Cars for the billionth time… And helping Joel patch up that blue Chevy. 

They celebrated their first victory last night for repairs, at least: Joel stuck and twisted the key to start up the engine, and it managed to stutter to life. For less than five seconds. The headlights barely came on and an old Foreigner record broke through the crackly speaker. They rejoiced with the brightest smiles as their hands slapped the dashboard before the vehicle crashed out once more. 

A glimmer of hope. A chance for reconnection. Anna’s sending them messages. The joy in that car shifted to grievance; Joel had to cradle Ellie in his lap as she wept into his shoulder. 

But there’s hope. Ellie wanted nothing more than to get this car working after that. Duty calls, though, and the alarm’s coming from a backpack. 

You got this, kid. Stop stressin’. 

Ellie, without a doubt in her mind, does not got this. 

Screaming children, muddy slides, bloody band aids; they’re all on the other side of that office door. Her worst nightmare has come to life, and she desires nothing more than to hide out in her mom’s car forever. The bag strapped around her shoulders matches the weight of a body. She refuses to let go of Joel’s hand as he speaks with the giggly receptionist who’s too happy to see him (what the hell), but it's okay; he’s holding hers just as tightly. Just as paranoid, apparently. 

She’ll be with Mrs. Lawson for the remainder of the year. Ellie hears the receptionist say over her pounding heart, She’s incredible! I’m sure they'll develop an amazing bond. 

Ellie’s palms are sweltering. Joel must feel it because his thumb nuzzles into her wrist. She’s not built for this. Maybe returning so soon wasn’t a great idea. She can’t do this without her mom. 

Cool backpack, Spidey, is said from behind her, and she stiffens instantly. 

She has a Spider-man backpack. 

Hush. An older man’s voice replies. Sounds strained. Stressed, but he only receives a light snicker from her in return. 

Ellie watches with squinted eyes as a young girl gets escorted towards the front of the office by… the principal, she assumes? He seems fancy in his suit slacks. 

You stay right here until I get your uncle on the phone, The suited man is stern towards the girl, who plops down on one of the waiting chairs. Backpack and all, You can explain to him how you swore at a teacher. I’m not dealing with this from you today. 

M’kay, Mr. Harris. 

Ellie observes the entire scene indiscreetly. Her stares are obvious, glued to the clearly agitated dean who stomps into his office. 

Where’d you get your backpack? 

Ellie’s stunned at your sudden whisper. She shocks herself when she quietly stutters,

Um… Walmart? 

You smile, I like it. I want one. 

Ellie simply nods, but gets paused before she can redirect her attention to Joel. 

Are you new? Your voice grows quieter when you look over your shoulder. Right at the principal’s door. I am, too. I just moved schools. 

This shocks the brunette. The new year just started, and you're already locked in the office with evidently angry staff. 

Yeah… I’m new. 

Something in your grin shifts. Ellie’s nails lock into Joel’s hand. … Interesting— 

Young lady! Did Mr. Harris give you permission to speak? 

You audibly ponder like the attendance clerk asked you to solve a riddle. 

No, ma’am. I apologize. 

Then hush. Not another word. 

Ellie watches you fold your hands politely, twiddling your thumbs. Your eyes don’t leave her backpack. 

Ready, kiddo? 

Her eyes finally reconnect with Joel’s, encouraging and chocolate, and she nods. He guides her to the office exit where her new life resides. Before their departure, she can’t help but take one last respectful glance over her shoulder. She finds you staring with a quirked lip and your wrist outstretched like your shooting spider webs at her. Ellie jerks her head forward and releases the breath she’s been holding. 

What a weirdo. 

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Chapter 6 Part 1 Public Update 🎉

First of all: Happy Eid-ul-Fitr for those who celebrate it! I hope all of you have a good day so far!

Now, on to the Chapter Update! Chapter 6 Part 1 is 38.4K words long, which brings the total word count for the demo so far to 272.8K words!

This chapter was first planned to be only around 20K to 25K words long, but the amount of variations in this chapter is insane! But, at the same time, I'm pretty excited for you guys to finally see how the group will interact with each other for the first time!

Now, as some of you are probably already aware, what to expect from the chapter are:

Choose or create the group chat name for the team.

See how the citizens react to your actions at the end of Chapter 5.

See how the ROs interact with each other as you have your very first group meeting.

For those who flirted with multiple ROs, be prepared to see the ROs' reactions 😉

More sprinkles of Ash/Rin Poly flavour texts! 😍

Learn more information about the case and get ready for the next step in your hunt for the killer.

Have a conversation(s) with your RO of choice and flirt with them (if you want to, of course 😏)

What have been updated in previous chapters include:

MC's pistols are now changed from Desert Eagles to a variation of M1911.

Added an option for reader to skip the finger torture sequence completely in Chapter 5 (Skipping would bring you right to the part where the guy spill the info).

Added a little variation of flavour texts for MCs with kinky/coily hair during Chapter 2 shower scene.

Bug fixes and typos and grammar errors.

I'll start answering Chapter 6 Part 1 asks starting tomorrow and I'll tag them with #chapter 6 spoiler, so watch out for them if you haven't read the latest update and don't want to get spoiled! 😄

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[yjhariani]

hiii dear!!

how are you? i hope that ur fine:) i really don't know if ur requests are open, please ignore this if it's not. could you maybe make a oneshot about Ghost seeing reader for the first time and he gets to know that she is muslim (how would he react?)and how would their small interaction turn into something more....

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day!!🫶

Thank you!

For the record, I don't think I'll ever open request, but if you send me an ask and I can work with it, I might. Also, if it's Ramadan/Eid related stuff I'll post them during Ramadan and Eid since we're almost there.

When you entered the restaurant, you found your friend, Gaz, already there with his squad. There was an extra seat on the table.  None of them noticed you until you arrived at the table and took a seat.

“Hi,” you greeted, looking around the table.

Eventually, your eyes stopped at the mask wearing man. You knew this would be the infamous Ghost and you just saw half of his face from the nose bridge up.

Your seat was placed next to him. Facing the wall. It might be because he did not want to be seen by the majority had he sat facing the other side. This way, you would not be able to actually look at him unless you turn your head towards him.

“Uh… this is my friend from intelligence,” Gaz chimed in. “The one I’m talking about. We can call—”

“Me classified because I just broke a bunch of rules,” you cut Gaz off. “I know who you guys are, no need for introduction.”

“You said you have information about the man we’re after?” the captain proceeded.

“Yes,” you nodded and put a file case on the table.

A pause.

“We’re about to… place our orders, maybe you’d like to order something?” Soap offered.

“Are there halal options?” you asked.

The men on the table exchanged glances.

“Elaborate?” Soap replied.

“Something that doesn’t have pork or alcohol. Or not cooked using the same utensils as something that does. Even meat is kinda complicated. I should’ve probably said vegan, it’s easier for people to understand,” you explained and ended it with an awkward chuckle.

There was another halt.

“Um… never mind. I’ll have water,” you said.

“I’m pretty sure I read salad on the menu,” Ghost said, eyeing Gaz as if to blame the sergeant.

“That’s my bad. I should’ve probably told them that you have a religious diet before we picked the restaurant,” Gaz said.

“I’m here to make sure that you’re being provided proper information before you leave, so food is not really my concern at the moment,” you said. “I mean, I could lose my job, but, sure, I’ll have a salad.”

There was a second where you and Ghost were looking at one another.

“So, what’s this?” Captain Price gestured at the file.

With that, you started explaining what you had. After hearing what you leaked, they were quite expressive towards how much they disliked your superior.

The squad started talking with you about your intel and eventually doing it whilst eating. It was hard not to keep looking at the man sitting next to you every now and again because he pulled his mas down whilst he eat. You made sure to give him his space.

By the end of your meal, everything was caught up and they seemed more eager to get their current mission done with.

Before leaving, the captain excused himself to take care of the bills. At the same time, Gaz left to go to the toilet. That left you, Ghost, and Soap.

Ghost tossed the car key towards Soap, telling him to ready the car. Soap eyed the two of you for the first couple of seconds, but took off anyway. When he did, you gathered yourself and was ready to leave.

You looked at Ghost and found him already looking at you.

“Halal food, you’re a muslim?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“I picked the restaurant. If I’d known, I would’ve picked a different one,” Ghost said.

“It’s alright. As I said, I’m not meeting you to eat,” you replied.

Ghost only looked at you after that.

“Well, good luck on your mission,” you said as you stood up. “I better leave, too, else I’m gonna miss my prayer. Hopefully we won’t have to meet in this circumstance again.”

“Thank you,” Ghost said.

“It’s alright,” you said. “Bye.”

You had already stepped away when Ghost called, “Wait.”

Hearing that, you stopped and turned your head around. You stepped back towards the table. Ghost stood up.

“Under different circumstances, in a different restaurant, at an appropriate time, maybe you’d like to, uh… eat with me?” Ghost carefully asked. “I would’ve asked you for a drink, but I know I can’t do that, so—I mean, if you like tea or coffee, that’s….”

Ghost did not get to finish his sentence, but he saw you smiling and nodded once, taking that you understood what he was saying.

“Yeah,” you said. “Totally.”

“Great,” Ghost said. “I can get your number, then? Your name? I don’t know your name. Unless it really is Classified.”

“It is,” you chuckled.

Looking at the table, you saw a clean napkin and took out your pen. You wrote down your number and name as quickly as possible. You gave it to him. He folded it in half and put it into his jacket pocket.

“Thank you,” Ghost said.

“No, thank you,” you replied.

By then, the captain returned and witnessed the exchange.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Additional intel. It’s not that important,” you said. “I really wish you guys luck for this mission. Have a great week.”

“Good luck to you, too,” Captain Price said. “Don’t get caught.”

[unablethethird]

once again

Same with you skip the weird ones

1: Name Robert [rob]

2: Age 14

3: 3 Fears 1- Friends dying/getting hurt 2-Going back to the last place i lived 3-Not being able to help/be there

4: 3 things I love 1-My frens 2-Laptop 3-headphones

7: My best friend You and yaya [irl]

8: Sexual orientation AroAce [fictoromantic/fictosexual, and kinda orchidromantic]

10: How tall am I 166cm [for now]

11: What do I miss

cant think of anything rn

12: What time were I born 4am

13: Favorite color red, orange, purple, black

15: Favorite quote "Light a man a fire and he'll be warm for the night, light a man *on* fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life"

16: Favorite place Arcade

17: Favorite food Imjaderah [rice+yoghurt+beans]

18: Do I use sarcasm sometimes, not rlly tho

19: What am I listening to right now

20: First thing I notice in new person Not sure, maybe symptoms???? but not on purpose

21: Shoe size No idea

22: Eye color dark brown [almost black]

23: Hair color black

24: Favorite style of clothing 1920s men atire

25: Ever done a prank call? Not that i can remember

27: Meaning behind my URL I mean this is the 3rd acc

28: Favorite movie THE LORAX!!!!

29: Favorite song right now it's

30: Favorite band FamilyJules? LemonDemon? Will wood? Chonny jash?

31: How I feel right now My body's scared but im chilling

32: Someone I love You /p

33: My current relationship status AroAce, platonically married

34: My relationship with my parents lol

35: Favorite holiday Eid al adha, free money

36: Tattoos and piercing i have Ear

37: Tattoos and piercing i want Sleeve tattoo when i transition

38: The reason I joined Tumblr Needed to continue a fic/comic that was on tumblr

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? idk

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? thank you fren /gen

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? my dad? maybe when i was really young

42: When did I last hold hands? My little sister, i didnt want her to get run over when crossing the road

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? As long as i have, if u give me an hour i'll take an hour, if you give me 30 seconds i'll take 30 seconds

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope, i get gender dysphoria from shaving my legs/arms

45: Where am I right now? Bed

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? LOUD

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Mum, not dad

49: Am I excited for anything? Turning 18 and going uni and being a human person with a human life

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Im an oversharer

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Im autistic so not in a deppressed way

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? Cant remember

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? H [irl]

55: What is something I disliked about today? My sister stealing money from my mum, i was this close to having smoke outta my ears, she should know better

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? God, im going to beat the shit out of him

57: What do I think about most? Cringe memories i guess?

58: What’s my strangest talent? I can bird whistle

59: Do I have any strange phobias? Touch might be strange?

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind fs

61: What was the last lie I told? "I don't know who they were talking about" [i didn't want to hurt her feelings]

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? voice, video is a nightmare

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yea because either i've seen them or im delusional [im delusional]. aliens are a given, even a bacteria could be one

64: Do I believe in magic? Kinda? idrk, maybe

65: Do I believe in luck? yea

66: What’s the weather like right now? cloudy n cold

67: What was the last book I’ve read? DnD rulebook

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? LVORE IT LOIF LVOE LOVE IT

69: Do I have any nicknames? I get called by my last name a lot

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? not sure

71: Do I spend money or save it? Save

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Unfortunatly no

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? My sisters deoderant

74: Favorite animal?

FOXES!!!!!!

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? calming myself down

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I dont think he has one, idk im not religious

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Corny/cringe as hell but Honeypie by JAWNY

78: How can you win my heart? havent thought about it

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

I TOLD YOU MY FOOT WAS KILLING ME

80: What is my favorite word? supercalifragilisticexpialadocious

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr Moots

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? your god is the right one [chaos]

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Not currently, but my dad and some uncles were

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Time manipulation

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? i dont think questions are scary

86: What is my current desktop picture? basic

90: Failed a class? classes

94: Had job? I have one now, dont always get paid though

95: Left the house without my wallet? Dont have a wallet

96: Bullied someone on the internet? no

98: Played on a sports team?

Unless school sport team counts

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? no

104: Been overweight? No

105: Been underweight? yea

106: Been to a wedding? ye

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Duh

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? maybe i dont remember

109: Been outside my home country? Technically im from iran, and i live in australia, so, yeah

110: Gotten my heart broken? i guess

111: Been to a professional sports game? no

112: Broken a bone? no

113: Cut myself? yeah Im stopping though

114: Been to prom? we dont have that

115: Been in airplane?

Yeah

116: Fly by helicopter? no

117: What concerts have I been to? none

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? kinda

119: Learned another language? I know arabic and english

120: Wore make up? Forced to when i was younger but not anymore

123: Dyed my hair? Part of it purple, but its gone now

124: Voted in a presidential election? Cant vote, eitherway all of em suck

125: Rode in an ambulance? Yep

126: Had a surgery? not sure, memory bad

127: Met someone famous? Not that i know of

128: Stalked someone on a social network? mutuals tumblrs

129: Peed outside? Yea

130: Been fishing? nope

131: Helped with charity? yep

132: Been rejected by a crush? nope

133: Broken a mirror? Yep

134: What do I want for birthday? Wouldn't ever happen because it's expensive as fuck but a pump it up machine

i usually get a slice of cake tho

[redactedasmrmcloven]

I love that I found the Redacted Asmr community on tumblr. It has truly been giving me light in these last few dark weeks. I thought I would try my hand at a few of my own headcanons for the Shaw pack boys and my vampire prince and cowboy

David & Angel

Someone on here had mentioned that Angel must have talked with David about how he communicated with them. Because in the beginning of the videos with David he had so much pent up anger and was just mean. I like the idea of Angel standing up for themselves to David and telling him off.

Love the idea of David seeking therapy at Angel’s request to deal with his grief and anger about Gabe dying. I think David is obviously upset that his father died and sad for his loss. But I also think he has a lot of anger for being left alone and taking up the responsibility of the pack at such a young age.

David going to therapy and learning to communicate his feelings and how to properly cope with his father’s passing

David apologizing to Angel for being mean/agressive and promising to be better in how he talks to them

Milo - Sweetheart

Maybe its because I am Muslim but love love love the idea of stealth culture being Islamic in some ways. Like Sweetheart covers their hair with a hijab or wears more modest clothing because part of stealth culture is only revealing your body/self to those you trust or have deep commitments to.

Milo taking his jacket off to cover Sweethearts hair after a young shifter accidentally tugs too hard at their hijab while they were playing at a pack gathering

Sweetheart wearing a niqab on days they don’t want to feel particularly seen

Milo matching his ties/shirts to Sweethearts scarves when they go out together

Milo supporting Sweetheart through Ramadan. He will make sure they get up early enough to eat, do morning prayers before they have to get ready for work and is respectful of Sweethearts fasting

Milo educates the rest of the pack on Ramadan making sure members aren’t doing anything extremely explicit in front of Sweetheart so their fast is not broken

Sweetheart’s family does not live nearby so they often celebrate Eid alone if they can’t get back home to be with them. Milo gets the entire pack to participate and has David and Marie work together to cook an Eid meal for Sweetheart

Asher / Babe

Asher is the wolf boy that took the longest to grow on me. I thought he was to immature but he has truly grown on me and I love him! In my headcanon for him similar to how Angel had to talk with David about his behavior I think Babe had a similar moment. Asher is naturally sweet and playful but I can imagine in the beginning of their relationship Babe had to tell Asher to grow up.

Babe getting into it with Asher because he doesn’t clean up after himself and spent the entire day playing video games. After a hard and long day at the office Babe wants nothing more than to come back to a clean apartment. But once they arrive they find Asher in the same position they left him in before they went to work. Trash has not been taken out, sink full of dishes that weren’t there before, and dirty laundry still on your shared bedroom floor. Babe calls him out for breaking the promise he made to clean.

Babe having to be more parent than partner to their mate

Babe trying to go to bed early for work and Asher up late being loud playing video games

Asher being irresponsible over shared task that inconvenience Babe. Which leads to Babe blowing up at Asher

Asher recognizes his wrongs and becomes a more attentive partner. I think of the boys Asher is the most emotionally intelligent but Babe helps him be more cognizant of his own actions

In quite a few videos we see Asher saying he needs to step up to support David more. Babe helps Asher mature in so many ways because Babe has always had to take care of themselves while Asher has always had people take care of him.

Babe has a strong work ethic similar to David. And just like David needs Asher to pull a more playful side out of him. Ash does the same for Babe

Asher being afraid he isn’t growing as fast as his friends. David is engaged, Milo buying a new home, Christian is not as evil, Amanda moving away for new opportunities.

Babe comforting him and telling him not to compare his growth to others

Babe will sometimes support the pack and the security business by doing their accounting for them. They are great at numbers and have worked for many different accounting firms.

Sam and Darlin (Tank)

I cannot tell you how much I love the growth of their relationship. Both of them opening up and being vulnerable with one another makes my heart swell. Content warn for mentions of abusive relationships

I like the idea of Vincent having rubbed off on Sam by Sam sneaking into Darlin’s apartment to leave food in their very empty fridge. So when Tank wakes up and is hungry and checks their fridge they have all these meals with a note from Sam saying eat your veggies

Tank booking night time horse riding sessions because Sam loves horses and grew up riding them

In my mind and I’ve seen it on here mentioned a few times but Tank was in an abusive relationship with Quinn. Tank still gets unsettled watching Sam drink blood and has to remind themselves to make eye contact with Sam. Quinn use to trance them and make fun of them

Sam understands Darlin’s hesitation around vampires and in the beginning also noticed Darlin had a hard time making eye contact with him.

Tank sometimes feels insecure for not offering Sam to feed off of them. They understand that its a very intimate and trusting thing to do between vampires and their partners. But they think of the times Quinn fed on them without consent and would take too much blood and it scares them

Sam thinks about asking to feeding on Darlin but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to trigger them and he still has a lot of internalized hate for being a vampire

Sam still struggles to feed sometimes and will go to the very last minute without getting blood. He prefers to drink blood with human food

Tank also makes sure Sam is eating by having blood available in their fridge for when Sam is over. They both argue about the other not taking care of themselves

Tank and Sam both working together to heal from their previous abusive relationships

Sam no longer wants to hate Alexis but cannot move on until she apologizes to him

When Tank brings Sam to pack events the younger shifters will often ask to race Sam to truly see how fast vampires can run

Sam once asked Darlin if they could ride them in wolf form. Darlin thought it was extremely cute and said yes but Sam was so embarrassed by the request he ended up not riding Darlin

Vincent + Lovely

I definitely was crying bad when Vincent turned Lovely. I like seeing how Lovely has come to terms with turning and relearning their body again.

Once Lovely was able to go out on their own after the bloodlust they had a lot of shit to share with their therapist!

Lovely sometimes will shock Vincent as a joke and still does

Vincent loves when Lovely uses their powers on him

Vincent has nightmares still about Inversion and Lovely has been trying to convince him to also start seeing a therapist

Lovely’s favorite date nights with Vincent are when they go for long night drives and stop at their favorite 24/7 Ice cream shop

Lovely’s fav ice cream is Ben and Jerrys Tiramisu. Vincent keeps their home stocked up on it

Vincent was known as player in his time before Lovely but Lovely to Vincents surprise also broke many hearts

Lovely ran into one of Vincents human relatives at the store one time. They have never told Vincent as he simply does not talk about his human family

Even though Lovely’s electro powers aren’t the same as they were before they still have quite a bit of power

This was a lot longer than anticipated. But those are my headcanons

[klai-16xoxo]

In your opinion what would your friends arts taste like?

Sorry it took me awhile to answer this one but here what i think each of my friends’s art taste like!

{Joe}

Idk why but I feel Joey’s art would taste like one of those tasty home made chocolate cake ya mom or granny would make for ya and ya know when ya eat those you feel so happy and warm from the inside? Yeah that what I get when I see Joe draw a lot of time!

{Mango}

Mango art seem like it would taste like one of those candies I used to get a lot as a kid during Eid such as “Deemah”… fun fact my mom actually got me some of them today so yay :D!

But yeah that what I think of when thinking of mango’s art!

{Sleepy}

Sleepy arts feel like a soft marshmallow! That or ones that you slowly burn on a camp fire and come out golden and delicious!

{Calamity}

Calamity’s art is hard to describe but hmmm…. I think the closest example I can bring is a lovely afternoon tea with a lot of snacks! Is both familiar yet always new and beautiful to look at!

{Yuu}

Yuu’s art is so lovely! I like how they put a lot of details in the hair, that said it only fair to say that their art kinda reminds me of a nice bowl of ramen!! Can never have enough of it✨

{Pins}

Pins art is so COLOURFUL! I love her use of colours and designs and everything!! It kinda reminds me of lollipops somehow tho :3!

Idk why but it dose since with lollipop they can come in many flavours and colours and even shapes, much like pins’s art!

{Beth}

Bethy’ art is so adorable!!! Is like a good ol’ home made pumpkin bread!… okay now I never had pumpkin bread but am sure it taste so good!

{Kory}

Kory art would definitely test like a honey comb, idk why but when I was thinking about it i remember how I used to eat some honey comb with my dad and since it came back to me while thinking of Kory’s art I guess that fit!

{Mandi}

Mandi art feel like it may taste like avocado…idk why but it dose…. I never had avocado but seeing how ppl like it I think it taste as good as how Mandi arts looks like!

{Lupi}

MY WIFFFFFEEEE~ hmmm~…. I think Lupi’s art would taste like cotton candy, especially the blueberry ones! It has been ages since I had one but I remember how good they tased!

{Boris}

Boris art make me imagine it may taste like a nice chocolate bar! Multiple in facts~ each one of them with their own special taste and I will take my sweet time enjoying it!

{Fifi}

I feel Fifi art would taste like red meat and a really nice one on that! Actually- nah Fifi gonna have a whole butcher house of all kind of meats with how good her art is!

{Clown}

Clown art would probably taste like all kind of smoothies and drinks out there, each art clown make it gonna be a different drink with it own lil surprise so be ready!

Anyway that all for now! Sorry if I forgot anyone :3

[quotidian-oblivion]

I see you have an ask game active so why not send you asks? :D

Also I just realized that I don’t really send you asks and that must be fixed immediately so without further ado

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Share some ideas! I’d love to see it

Ask game

HI VIBEY!!!

Aww, tyy. I really appreciate it! /gen

I have... ideas alright! Hold on- I got a perfect one.

The Rogue's Bi-monthly Meeting

So I wrote this while just being lazy on the bus and my mind was not staying still and kept bouncing around in my skull. I was gonna post it on Tumblr sometime after finishing it, but couldn't bother so. Here ya go, enjoy:

[Jason goes undercover as Red Hood to a rogues' meeting when Bruce got some intel that some of Gotham's rogues get together to discuss plans. Here's how the conversation goes basically.] Riddler: As the nominated chairperson of the bi-monthly rogues meeting, I officially declare this meeting open. State your order of businesses.  [They all give a vague idea of their plans] Penguin: hey wait. You can't attack Gotham City Thomas Wayne Orphanage, Croc. I'm attacking it on the 23rd of April.  Croc: Too bad.  Penguin: Back off. I thought of the idea first.  Riddler: Now now. The whole reason for this meeting is so that we don't pull the same gimmicks over and over. I'm sure there are plenty of other orphanages to go around. Penguin: I don’t want other orphanages. I want this one. It always ticks off Batman more than the others.  Croc: You're supposed to be clever, Penguin. Figure something out.  Penguin, pulling out his umbrella: now listen here you— Riddler: Do you want to be banned from the meetings like Kite-man? No? Then shut your trap.  [Penguin grumbles but sits back down] [They discuss special days and who's doing what on which day and Jason's recording everything when—] Riddler: And what about you, Hood? We still got Christmas Eve, Saturnalia and Eid-ul-Adha. Choose your pick.  Jason, absentmindedly: Uh, Saturnalia. Condiment King: You kidding? There are so many gigs happening at that time that you'll go unnoticed.  Scarecrow: I believe it's the opposite. Batman always had a hard spot for Red Hood. Makes me wonder what he did to earn the Bats' love more than the rest of us. Jason, gritting his teeth: Nunya business. Riddler: Moving on! Now… the vigilantes themselves. Does anyone know if any of the Bats are on their period right now? Catwoman: Black Bat's on hers.  [The whole room bristles with fear] Penguin: There's no way I'm pulling off any gigs now. Scarecrow: This sucks. Croc: Yeah, I'm pulling out. I'm not ready to be paralyzed right now.  Puppeteer: Yeah man, I'm out too. Now's a good time as any to go to that Hawaii trip I've been planning. Jason, mouthing under his helmet: What the fuck? Bane: Why does Black Bat always have to have her periods irregularly? It sucks balls. Riddler, sighing: I agree. And I had cooked up such a beautiful surprise for Batman. Anyway, is Spoiler's periods still regular? Judging from how stiff Firefly is looking, I'd say yes.  Firefly: Those are two Bats who have their period at the same time! Riddler, having giving up on his mission to stay out of Arkham this week: Indeed we are truly in hell. Next order of business is— [Harley and Ivy bust through the doors] Harley: We just got word that Batman just banned Red Robin from drinking coffee! Ivy: Red Robin's on a caffeine withdrawal! [Immediately, the whole room bursts into shrieks. One of them give a classic high-pitched scream] Penguin: Why?! Why?! Can't Batman just let him have his coffee?! And that too on Spoiler’s and Black Bats’ periods! *wails* Riddler: Now I gotta postpone all those riddle hunts I planned! If he wasn't on caffeine withdrawal and two Bats weren’t menstruating, I would have gotten enough time to establish an actual game! Scarecrow: Puppeteer, you got room for one more person for that Hawaii trip? Jason, squirming cuz he was the one who dobbed in Tim's hidden coffee stash: Uh… Can I come?

[shadeslayer721]

WHAT TO DO IN THE LAST 10 NIGHTS OF RAMADAN

by Asma bint Shameem Alhamdulillaah the long awaited last ten nights of Ramadhaan are here!Are you ready to spend these nights in worshipping Allaah Subhaanahu wa Ta’aala?Are you ready to give it your VERY BEST and get your sins forgiven?Yes! For sure Alhamdulillaah!🌷Aa’ishah Radhi Allaahu anhaasaid: “When the last ten days of Ramadhaan began, the Prophet Sal Allaahu Alayhi wa Sallam would tighten his waist-wrapper, spend his nights in prayer, and wake his family.(al-Bukhaari 2024, Muslim 1174). So how to spend these beautiful nights so that Allaah will be pleased with us?🔺 Worship ALL TEN nights of this blessed month if possible, to be SURE to catch Laylatul-Qadr Bi idhnillaahi Ta’aala.

🔺Remember that Laylatul-Qadr starts at MAGHRIB time.

🔺Do NOT waste your time in unnecessary things. Rather take advantage of *EACH MINUTE and EACH SECOND*

🔺Prepare yourself:Get ready to worship Allaah in the best of forms by taking a bath, use miswaak, wear special clothes, and perfume yourself.

🍃 Ibn Rajab said:”Ibn Jareer said: They used to recommend to shower every night of the last ten nights and an-Nakhai used to shower in every night from them and he used to shower and use perfume in the nights which he hoped was laytul Qadr…[until he said]…Thabit said: Tamim ad-Daari used to have a hulla [type of clothing] which he bought for 1000 dinars and wore it on the night he hoped was laytul-Qadr. So like this, it is recommended in the night which it is hoped to be laytul-Qadr to clean oneself, adorn, use perfume, shower, wear good clothing as it is legislated for Jumu’ah and the Eids. Like this, it is legislated to wear adornment in all the prayers as Allaah Subhaanahu wa Ta’aala said:‎خُذُوا زِينَتَكُمْ عِنْدَ كُلِّ مَسْجِدٍ“O Children of Adam! Take your adornment (by wearing your clean clothes), while praying”[7:31]

🍃 Ibn Umar Radhi Allaahu anhu said:“Allaah has more right that you beautify yourself for him. It was also reported as a Hadeeth raised to the Prophet Sal Allaahu Alayhi wa Sallam [Saheeh Jami no. 652]”(Lataaif al-Maarif pg. 189)

🔺Pray Qiyaam al-Layl. 🍃The Prophet ﷺ said: “Whoever stands [in prayer] in Laylatul Qadr out of true faith and seeking reward, then his previous sins will be forgiven for him.” (Al-Bukhaari 1901 and Muslim 759)

🍃Shaikh ibn Baaz said:“Its standing is done by way of the prayer and by making dhikr and by supplicating and reciting the Qur’aan and other than that from the aspects of good.”(Majmoo’ Fataawaa vol 15 p.426)

🔹Pray LONG rak’aat in your Qiyaam. You can do that even if you’ve not memorized the Qur’aan, by reading directly from the Mus-haf. Try to read much of the Qur’aan in in each rak’ah. This way you get BOTH, your Salaah as well as your Qur’aan recitation done. Also do LONG Rukoo and Sujood. Make your rukoo long by saying the various adhkaar proven from the Sunnah. Prolong your sujood by making LOTS of duaas in Arabic (and in your OWN language if you don’t know Arabic) and in your own words. Go SLOW and ENJOY your solitude with your Rabb. SAVOR *every moment* of it. Don’t be in a rush.

🔺Read Qur’aan with MEANINGS. PONDER and REFLECT. And try to UNDERSTAND what your Rabb is commanding you.

🔺Make a LOT of duaa. Beg. Cry. Implore. ASK whatever you want. He’s *listening*. He *knows* what’s in your heart. But He likes to *hear* it from you.

🔺Do lots of ISTIGHFAAR especially the duaa that the Prophet sal Allaahu Alayhi wa sallam taught Aaishah radhi Allaahu anhaa. ‎اللهم إنك عفو تحب العفو فاعف عني“Allaahumma innaka afuwwun tuhibbul afwa fa’fu anni.”And don’t just “SAY” the words. “MEAN” it when you say...“O Allaah! Forgive me!REFLECT over your sins. And make sincere Taubah.

🔺Keep your tongue BUSY with DHIKR of Allaah while you’re driving to the masjid, preparing suhoor or any time you’re not reading Salaah or the Qur’aan. You can even LISTEN to the Qur’aan to take full advantage of the night.

🔺If you’re on your period, you can do ALL of the above except offer Salaah. And you can still read the Qur’aan in this state, as well. There’s no proof that a woman cannot read Qur’aan while on her menses. Just be careful not to touch it directly. Or you can use an electronic device instead.

🔺What about OTHER good deeds such as giving sadaqah, visiting the sick, or your family to keep up ties of kinship or other general good deeds?Although generally speaking, it is good to be extra generous in Ramadhaan, some of the scholars say that there’s nothing in the Sunnah that shows that the Prophet ﷺ specifically gave sadaqah or visited the sick or did other unspecified good deeds in the last ten day just because it’s Laylatul Qadr. The only thing that is proven from the authentic Sunnah is spending the night in prayer, reading Qur’aan and making duaa. That’s what the Prophet ﷺ did.

🍃 The scholars said:“What was narrated from the Prophet ﷺ concerning staying up at night during the last ten nights of Ramadhaan is that those nights should be spent in prayer and dhikr. Charity during Ramadhaan is better than charity at other times, but we do not know of anything in the Sunnah to indicate that giving charity in the last ten days is better. But the scholars stated that righteous deeds are better when done at times of virtue, and undoubtedly the last ten nights of Ramadhaan are better than any other nights, because Laylat al-Qadr is among them, which is better than a thousand months. Whatever the case, what is prescribed for the Muslim is to give a great deal of charity throughout Ramadhaan. The Prophet ﷺ was the most generous of people and he was at his most generous during Ramadhaan.”(al-Bukhaari 6, Muslim 2308)”(Islamqa Fatwa 37720)

🍃Someone asked Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen:“What is the ruling on specifying laylatul Qadr for giving a lot of charity?Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen said: “This is likewise from the acts of innovations. It [i.e. Laylatul Qadr] should only be specified for the night prayer.”

🍃 Shaikh Abdul Azeez Aal Ash-Shaykh said:“No doubt charity in Ramadhaan has virtue, but is Laylatul-Qadr specified for charity over the other nights? This is something we withhold from saying.”

🍃 Shaikh Salih al-Usaymee explains this and said:“The fourth subject is the author’s statement, ‘The actions which occur in it [i.e. Laylatul-Qadr] are better than the actions of one thousand months in which this night is not found’The article (ال) in the word ‘the actions’ (العمل) is for definiteness (عهدية) intending a specific action, which is mentioned in the statement of the Prophet ﷺ:‎مَنْ قَامَ لَيْلَةَ الْقَدْرِ إِيمَانًا وَاحْتِسَابًا غُفِرَ لَهُ مَا تَقَدَّمَ مِنْ ذَنْبِه‘Whoever established prayers on the night of Qadr out of sincere faith and hoping for a reward from Allaah, then all his previous sins will be forgiven’ [Agreed upon]It is standing the night in prayer, reciting the Qur’aan, and supplication in it;And NOT “unrestricted actions”.What occurs [from people] in terms of preferring to increase in various righteous good deeds on Laytul-Qadr is a “mistake” in the understanding of the intent of legislation of this night. Whoever observes these last ten nights in attempts to obtain the good mentioned in it by feeding the hungry, clothing a naked person, providing treatment for a sick person, giving charity to a poor person, being dutiful to a parent, being good to the neighbor, or tying the ties of kinship, then all of these actions are NOT the intent in regards to it. Whoever remains in the masjid in these last ten nights hoping to catch Laylatul-Qadr by establishing in it the prayer and the recitation of the Qur’aan and supplication, then he is in agreement with what the legislation commanded; Not the one who left off the prayer and recitation of the Qur’aan and turns towards increasing in good deeds like charity, Ihsaan, dutifulness to parents, tying the ties of kinship. This meaning is innovated [and] not known to the Salaf (may Allah have mercy upon them)”.

🔺So strive to do your best and keep yourself busy in the worship of Allaah Subhaanahu wa Ta’aala throughout the night.

🍃As Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen said: “Laylatul Qadr – in it the door is opened and the dearest are brought near and the discourse is heard and the reply is given and for those who apply themselves to endeavour; there is written within it an immense reward. Laylatul Qadr is better than a thousand months, so strive hard, may Allaah have mercy upon you in its pursuit. For this is the time for pursuit, and beware of negligence, for in negligence there is ruin.”(Majaalis Shahr Ramaadhaan p.255)May Allaah enable us to witness Laylatul-Qadr. May He enable us to worship Him in a manner that’s pleasing to Him, and accept from us. May He forgive us and our families and loved ones and save us all from the Fire of Hell. And Allaah knows best.

[babyjakes]

I know you’re on a kinkmas grind (I’ve been loving it!) but I can’t help but think about Willa at the holidays! You may have done this before (I may have been the one to even suggest it even lol) but imagine Willa learning about the various holidays. Steve teaches her about Christmas and gets Thor to dress up like Santa. She learns about Hanukkah from Bucky and they light candles together. Idk I just love coming up with Willa fluff.

hey sweet friend, happy holidays! i was indeed very busy with kinkmas when i received this but i still wanted to give a little answer about willa's holiday season as you and a few anons sent in asks about it 🫶

note: i wanted to include willa learning about a wide variety of religions and cultures, but i'm not an expert on anything so if i got anything wrong or anything should be adjusted please let me know!! i will be so happy and grateful to learn more 💕

the end of the year is a crazy time for willa-bug, she's so busy! i didn't know bucky was jewish (and a quick google search wasn't very helpful on confirming this) but if he is, i love that!! and then yes he definitely does hanukkah stuff with her, lighting the candles and maybe she even makes him little presents for each night of hanukkah 🥺 she also wants some of the other friends (peter, thor, wanda, clint...) to come celebrate with bucky too, and bring gifts and participate in all the festivities with him!

i bet she and peter do advent calendars together, he gets her an avenger themed one and she finds him a spiderman one lol 🥺 maybe steve invites peter and wanda to stay over for the first 25 days of december and makes a big deal about them and willa getting to experience "christmas-time in a proper home" 💕 they do all sorts of traditional stuff that steve loves: baking and cooking, decorating the house, fun little crafts, putting up a christmas tree, etc. maybe the whole team comes over one night to help decorate the tree, and they all bring some ornaments to contribute so that willa and steve can have a nice selection for every year 🥺 christmas eve is super fun, she sets out cookies and milk for santa- then in the morning, steve and the kids all gather around the christmas tree and santa brought sooo many presents! (wanda and peter made sure to bring willa out to get lots for steve too ofc 🫶)

a silly little side note: willa's letter to santa is so precious 🥺 at five, she's just learning to write and can't spell yet, so she asks steve to write it out for her so she can copy it down onto her paper. the first part of the letter is just her talking to santa, asking how he is and how all the reindeer are and if he has to wear a bunch of coats in the north pole lol. she asks for a few things for herself but then she asks for a present for each of her friends too, bc thor told her that grown-ups don't write letters to santa and she wants to make sure santa knows exactly what they would like!! so if she's the only one writing to him, she's gotta put in a word for them herself 🥺 she also writes "please" after each thing so santa can see she's using her manners 😭 steve is already tearing up as he listens to her and writes it out for her in big, easy to read letters. then when he sees it written out in her own five-year-old script, he's practically clutching his heart he can't take the cuteness 😭 he definitely saves it, tucks it away somewhere safe to show her when she grows up

willa isn't ready for proper preschool but steve does bring her to an early childhood education program where parents stay and play 💕 she makes lots of friends, many who have different backgrounds that she gets to learn about! she gets to learn about ramadan and eid ul-fitr, as well as eid ul-adha from one classmate whose mom invites her and steve to come join them for iftar! another friend tells her all about chinese new year and shows pictures from the festival she went to last year with her family.

steve definitely raises her to be interested in and respectful of all other cultures and religions! he teaches her what traditions and holidays he celebrates, but also encourages her to find out what other important people in her life believe in and celebrate, and to value those things as well. maybe he gets her a big calendar to hang on the wall where they can mark all their holidays, and their friends' holidays too! so they can remember to celebrate along with them in ways they find meaningful 💕

[gojonanami]

saaaab 🥹❤️‍🩹

just checking if you’re well in first place <3 how are you doing?

and also asking you if you can tell us some anecdotes of your writing :) like how your started with jjk fics, your first smut scene, your struggles, and everything around it! i really like your writing style and that’s why i love learn from those i admire and take as a model, hihi!

don't forget to drink water! (it's getting hot in paris btw 😮‍💨🫠 olympics games coming and nothing is ready 😭 government gonna pass on left-wing party so i can keep my hijab!! basically, macron dissolved national assembly so the right-wing party wanted to suppress some muslim rights like hijab wearing and other things but in the second round of vote THEY LOST! MWAHAHAHAHA! I’M SO HAPPY 😫💕 — sorry i start to talk too much 😭)

love uuuuu 💖

hi bb 🥹 this is so sweet - I’m doing well! Just tired lol. Looking forward to going to bed later 😭 but that’s sweet that you’re interested to even know about me 🥹😭

ok well I actually wrote my first jjk fic when s1 aired — it was the nanami fic I posted “no regrets’ but I didn’t post that until a while later haha. I didn’t start writing for this blog until around 236 came out and I had taken up writing to kinda escape my real life.

I had another fanfic blog and was considering just pivoting fandoms but my blog was in such a different fandom space I thought it was better to just use the side blog I made for jjk when s1 came out haha. my first smut fic was for a different fandom (star wars actually haha). that was interesting because I had never really written one before — well I had but never like what I consider actual smut since it was always super brief or just ‘fade to black’ style.

but my first one was for gojo. it was difficult to write because I have such imposter syndrome but I was happy with how it came out!! I love writing snarmy gojo :).

eh I always struggle with writing because I never ever think my work is good enough lol. I have a tendency to get too far into my head. It’s funny because it’s just writing fanfiction but like I love writing so much and it’s so much of a craft to me that it means the world when you all resonate with my work 💕🥹

ahhh you’re in Paris!! That’s so cool 🥹 oof it must be super packed because of the Olympics!! especially with all the river cleaning going on. ahhh I’m so glad babe!! That’s incredible news!! I’m so glad you were able to keep yours. also a very belated Eid Mubarak!! I hope you’re staying safe and having fun this summer — I love you 🥹💕

[crossover-it-all]

Steak Lunch, but... (Fandom-Cross it all Story: Eid Adha Special)

{WARNING: THIS STORY WILL BE CONTAINS SWEARING WORDS AND IT WILL SENSOR FOR GOOD, ALSO THIS STORY ONLY JUST FUN AND DIDN'T MEANT TO GIVING A HATE OR HARRASMENT TO ANYONE ELSE OR ANY RELIGION, ENJOY}

It is all began where Afika (Author), Kinito, Bendy and Oliver (FPE) was go out from the elevator and go into their apartement room, But Oliver get a bit late and make him get cut half by the elevator door that immediently close itself, meanwhile Three of them already get inside into the room.

Afika (Author): Perfect, Now after we pray in the morning and got the meats, we finally can get started our Steak Lunch...

Kinito: yea... but why at Shinbi Apartement?

Everyone get silence until Kinito realize something...

Kinito: oh... right, for good. Isn't it?

Afika (Author): well... thanks to my other side, i can finally prepares everything for today, we got nice cozy living room, perfect kitchen, clean bathroom, we can go outside at balcony and yet get some comfortable bedrooms, also with praying room... this is how we will be got steak lunch awhile Eid Adha in here, for safety of course... well, we can wait for the lunch, meanwhile Mr. Peterson was cook the Beef Steak for us...

Mr. Peterson: Good... Good!! Can you feel it?! The heat of braveness... and the great OF-

Bendy: Are You Okay Sir?

Mr. Peterson: Whoyoudaretoaccuseme-

Afika (Author): Enough! Continue to grill the steak and stop scaring Bendy, sir. You should keep watch the steak and don't get the steak burned, we will wait at Dinner table... *get out from Kitchen*

*suddenly... the oven that grills the steak get burned and makes Mr. Peterson panicked, awhile Afika (Author) and Bendy get back on their own chair...*

Afika (Author): well... just like i said, awhile we wait- *blocked by Mr. Peterson screams* We here to- *blocked again by burns sound* *sigh* talk together until the steak ready, any question?

Kinito: *hanging up his hand*

Afika (Author): Yes, Kinito?

Kinito: i'm just want to ask, where is Oliver from Fundamental paper education?

Half of the Oliver's corpse was still in there even Shinbi pass on it...

Afika (Author): *litteraly knows it but pretend doesn't know it* well... idk and i don't even care to... at last he doesn't annoying us for now...

And then... the oven is ringing as the steak is ready... Mr. Peterson then brings the 'bit burned' steak into the table awhile his hand got fires

Afika (Author): Great job, now we can finally eat the steak together... but first we should wash our hands...

Mr. Peterson: *get burned* HOLY SHI-

Suddenly, Mr. Peterson get shooted while he still get burned and the own who shot him is Shaun The Sheep with the gun and Black glasses on his mad expression

Afika (Author): Shaun The Sheep, What the heck?! Can you put your gun down?!

Shaun The Sheep: *speaks on sheep language* "No... i'm getting tired with this f__king Eid Adha celebration!! This is a purge day for four legs farming animals, expect for Pigs. And i'm one of it, and i'm tired for being a victim just because the Eid Adha Celebration. Today i'm gonna avenge after they killed me every years and see how it feels"

Kinito: Shaun, look, we know you hate Eid Adha. But actually we aren't just gonna-

Shaun The sheep: *points his gun into Kinito* "Better you just Shut the f__k up or die-"

Suddenly, there the FBI sounds and police cars get lands at Shaun and explode the room at Shinbi apartement

Afika (Author): Seriously?! *get the burned steak drop on his head and Scream intense*

°•●The End●•°

[saetoru]

TEEEEEEEE!! How are YOU? I've been off since MARCH because of exam prep I feel your pain. I had my LAST EXAM TODAY im so done for summer omg djdbfhd. I am so ready to do NOTHING for summer. How was your bday? How was EID?? How was PULLING SHENHE i missed sm 🥲🤚

OMG HELLO BELOVED !! i’m sooo jealous ur free for the summer i only get like 2 weeks before summer classes 🥹 but i am doing to disney in that time so it’ll be a good 2 weeks :D I HOPE UR EXAMS WENT WELL !!

my bday was so nice omg my friends and family made it very fun and happy AND EID WAS SOOOOOO FUN i was so excited and my dress made me feel gorjus AND SHENHE PULLS WENT SOOOO WELL OMG i got ayaka AND DILOOOOOOOC :D finally a diluc haver i’m sooo excited 😌

HOW ARE U I HOPE YOU HAVE BEEN WELL gimme all the life updates

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two-for-one

lol came for one post, but realized i still had more stuff on my mind that i wanted to say.

after eid, shit sort of went south between yasir and i. everything sort of came to a boiling point and erupted...i'd rather not sit here and type out ALL the details but basically my mom got into it with his mom and after that eid weekend, i stayed at my parents' place for an additional week (totally unplanned).

during that week i really was ready to go and file for separation or divorce or whatever.

but after letting my anger cool and realizing exactly how much work a divorce or separation would be - not to mention how much of a HUGE money/asset suck it would end up being...i decided that i would go back. so i went back. and i was willing to try and put in my effort also. but at the end of the week, another incident happened which sort of sealed my brain from yasir for a long long time.

i know, i know i'm speaking SOOO mysteriously, as if my life's shit is worth this much secrecy. it's not - i'm being private and i know the value in keeping certain details of my life to myself (this i've only begun to learn recently also - and it doesn't have anything to do with nazar or evil eye....which by the way is a personal pet peeve of mine but let's not get into THAT).

ANYWAY, all this rambling just to tell you i haven't even gotten CLOSE to the point i wanted this post to be about.

so here i am, back at home with my husband. and i'm angry. and i'm letting myself be angry and hurt and resentful. and frankly, i'm okay with it. because at least for now - i'm not gaslighting myself into thinking that what i'm angry about is not worth being angry over.

so i'm letting it happen.

the other major change i've made is i've completely and totally given up hope that yasir will even understand, recognize or take part in the domestic labour in the house or the 10 million extra things i do or think about in a day as they relate to child rearing our kid.

so i'm doing it all by myself and even when he's actively helping out here and there...i'm not asking for it.

sorry - to be clear - i'm not asking for it anymore.

a few days ago, i was talking to my mom and sister and i was telling them how i've been praying with all my heart that Allah grant me sabr. and my mom started about how she's praying with all her heart that yasir changes or realizes and sees the need to change.

to which, i told her you can pray all you want but it's not going to happen mama. that's why i'm not even BOTHERING to pray for that part of my prayer. despite wanting to see change, despite wanting to have him accept his responsibilities as a husband, father, and just a regular ADULT, i'm not actually making dua for it.

to which my sister replied with something i'll never ever ever forget.

she said "what, why not!? why aren't you praying for Allah to change yasir and to help him see and hear the things you are asking for!? are you really going to sit there and tell me YOU DON'T BELIEVE HE CAN CHANGE A HUMAN?"

i was floored.

i didn't pray for something because I REALLY THOUGHT THE MAKER OF ALL MANKIND COULDN'T CHANGE MANKIND!?

am i a fucking idiot or what.

anyway....that's probably also the thing that's making my whole body shake with the dua of forgiveness.

and now i'm actively trying my best to ask of Him what i KNOW him to be capable of giving and providing me - which is everything under the sun and over it and around it and all the way through all the galaxies and all the lands and all the realms.

kun faya kun - be, and it is.

that is what Allah has said about His ability. so how could i be so stupid?

that's all.

much love,

k