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aventurineswife · 2 months ago

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Can you write Aventurine's reaction to seeing his baby opening eyes for the first time and revealing Avgin eyes?

A World Worth Seeing

Summary: In the quiet of a desert nursery, Aventurine holds his newborn child for the first time. As the baby opens their eyes, the unmistakable mark of their shared Avgin lineage, Aventurine is overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Memories of his painful past and the loss of his clan resurface, but so does a newfound hope. Determined to give his child a better future, Aventurine vows to protect them and ensure their life is free from the suffering he endured.

Tags: Dad!Aventurine, Parent-Child Bond, Emotional Reflection, Hope and Redemption, Avgin Heritage, Found Family, Fatherhood, Vulnerable Aventurine, Post-Trauma Healing.

Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma, Brief Reference to Slavery and Loss, Emotional Content‼️

A/N: CRYING, THROWING UP, 😭 WHY?! Ahem, I love Dad Aventurine or dilfs in general, I hope this fic makes you cry‼️🤗💖🫶

The nursery was quiet, save for the soft hum of the desert wind filtering through the window. Aventurine sat beside the crib, his usually flamboyant demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic stillness. In his arms rested a small bundle wrapped in soft, white fabric—his child. The baby stirred slightly, their tiny fists curling and uncurling, and Aventurine’s heart beat faster than it ever had at the gambling table.

He hadn’t prepared for this moment, not truly. For all his meticulous strategies and contingency plans, nothing could have readied him for the weight of fatherhood. He gazed down at the infant, his hair falling over his face as he adjusted the blanket.

“Come on, little one,” he whispered, his voice unsteady but warm. “Let me see those eyes.”

The baby stirred again, a soft whimper escaping their lips before they blinked slowly, their tiny eyelids fluttering open. Aventurine held his breath as two vibrant eyes were revealed—magenta and cyan, with the unmistakable black pupils of an Avgin.

His heart stopped.

For a moment, the world fell away. The distant sound of the wind disappeared, the weight of his past faded into silence, and all that remained was the tiny being in his arms. The sight of those eyes—so strikingly familiar yet entirely unique—triggered a torrent of emotions he wasn’t prepared to face.

Memories rushed in like an unbidden tide. His clan. His mother’s gentle voice. His sister’s laughter, long since silenced. The horrors he’d endured, the chains around his wrists, the pain of losing everything. And now, here was his child, carrying the unmistakable mark of their shared lineage. A lineage he had fought to preserve, even as he tried to bury its painful legacy.

Tears welled in Aventurine’s eyes, but he quickly blinked them away, his signature grin faltering for only a moment. “Well,” he finally managed, his voice soft and laced with an unfamiliar vulnerability, “aren’t you full of surprises, just like your old man.”

The baby cooed, their tiny fingers reaching out and gripping Aventurine’s thumb with surprising strength. He chuckled, a sound filled with both awe and disbelief. “You’ve got your Papa’s eyes, huh? I guess fate had a hand in this one.”

For the first time in years, Aventurine felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel: hope. This child was more than a reminder of his past—they were a chance at a future he never thought he could have. A future where his clan’s story didn’t have to end in tragedy. A future where this little one could live free, unshackled by the pain and cruelty that had shaped his own life.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Don’t worry, little star,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ll make sure you never have to face what I did. I’ll give you a world worth seeing with those beautiful eyes.”

The baby blinked up at him, their gaze curious and unclouded by the weight of the world. Aventurine smiled, his resolve solidifying like the roll of a perfect hand. Whatever risks he had to take, whatever games he had to play, he would do it all for them.

In that moment, holding his child with their shared Avgin heritage shining back at him, Aventurine realized he’d already won the most important gamble of his life.

If I see more Dad!Aventurine reqs, I'm gonna cry fr‼️😭💔😕

While writing this fic, I saw this, I'm not okay ☹️💔

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palestinianmenna0 · 4 months ago

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Perhaps if you care about art, you will understand me.‼️

I have been practicing my hobby of drawing in my free time; I am very passionate about it and feel that it is my only outlet. The war has destroyed everything—my possessions, my dreams, and my talent. Now I feel drained and have lost my passion because of everything we are going through. I have documented part of our suffering through simple drawings

This drawing describes part of our suffering that we can't even put into words. Destruction, bombing, loss, and death surround us at any moment, stealing everything we love. The lack of water and drinking water, and the extreme difficulty in providing it. Losing our loved ones and family members, losing our children and dreams, the destruction of our homes and everything we cherish. The planes and their terrifying sound that no human ear can endure. Perhaps through this drawing, I wanted to express my feelings a little, but what we are living is much harder than any description.😔😔💔💔

This drawing depicts our attachment to our land and reflects the suffering of the elderly from this brutal, destructive war that devastates everything around us. The tears of this old man perhaps express a bit of our pain. We do not want death; we want life and to hold on to our land. We want to achieve our dreams, celebrate our accomplishments, and live in safety.😭💔💔

This is my embodiment of this painful image. A mother is the sacrifice; she endures all the pain of seeing her children hungry, suffering, and scared, yet she is powerless and unable to act. What agony and sorrow is this? What burden can a woman bear, a burden that even a mountain would struggle to carry? The situation has become unbearable and more difficult than anyone can imagine or endure. Put yourselves in our place for a moment—what would you feel and do?

This drawing was made by my younger brother, who brought it to me. At first, I thought they were toys, but he later told me that the girl lost her leg due to the bombing, and the one next to her lost both her legs because of the war and shelling. The other figure is a paramedic coming to help the injured. The small child at the bottom of the picture is a child who was killed in the bombing. Is this childhood? Is this a normal drawing for a child who is no more than nine years old? Do you think it's natural for a child to only think about death, bombing, and destruction? He also told me that he doesn't want to die and that he wants to go to school like other children.😔😔💔💔💔

Put yourselves in my place. Would you do anything to save your life and the lives of your family, especially the children? Your support for me and my campaign means life and safety for us. This link is not just a link; it represents life for us. Please support me and my campaign. Donate even $10 and spread my campaign everywhere.🍉🍉🍉🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

@transmutationisms @commissions4aid-international @neechees @wellwaterhysteria @7bittersweet @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @neptunerings @toiletpotato @sawasawako @kiirodora @heritageposts @fromjannah @omegaversereloaded @vague-humanoid @slicedblackolives @paper-mario-wiki @papenathys @ghelgheli @chilewithcarnage @sayruq @socalgal @watermotif @lacecap @dykesbat @stuckinapril @stuckinapril @mavigator @ankle-beez @evillesbianvillainarchive @ot3

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #114 )

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nassermohamd · 1 month ago

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Hope in a Time of Pain

I have returned to you once again, with all my hope in you to share my story with everyone🆘‼️💢

I am Dr. Nasser from the northern Gaza Strip. I live under harsh conditions imposed by war on my life and my family. Our dreams have been shattered, and we are forced to move from one place to another, fleeing bombings and destruction, with no stability or basic necessities of life.

"There is not enough water, no food to sustain us, and my children are in urgent need of medical care," I say with sorrow, unable to provide their basic needs.

Despite all this pain, hope still beats within me. I plead with you to extend a helping hand. Every donation can save my family’s life and restore the hope we have lost.

My story reflects the suffering of many in Gaza, where we struggle daily in this darkness, holding onto any glimmer of hope.

Vetted @nabulsi @el-shab-hussein

Your support, even with a small donation of $5, can change my life for the better.

#free gaza #free palestine #gaza #gaza genocide #gaza strip #rafah #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #from the river to the sea 🇵🇸#nuseirat refugee camp #free palestine 🇵🇸#go fund them #gofundme #gaza under siege #the gaza strip #rafah under attack #gazaunderattack #save rafah #free rafah

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ana-bananya · 8 months ago

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Some resources for Palestine

The numbers are simply to help me keep track of how many links I've added since tumblr has a 100 link limit on posts.

Efforts to support

Last progress update done on Dec 9th 2024

Palestinian Red Cresent

Crips for Esims for Gaza

Care for Gaza

Gaza Direct Aid

Heal Palestine

Palestinian Families that need your support

PLEASE NOTE: I have included verification where I can. Some campaigns I could not find an official vetted source, so I provided socials instead to help show legitimacy. Some families do not have a vetted source or socials I could find, but I have chosen to include them because I could not find any immediate concerns regarding their legitimacy. I AM NOT A VETTER, so please do your own research and use your discretion if there is no vetted source. I do not say this to discourage you from donating to nonvetted campaigns (the vetting process takes time and there are legitimate campaigns that have yet to be vetted), but to urge you to use your own critical thinking.

While there are some nonvetted campaigns, there are plenty here that have been vetted. Please do not hesitate to donate to and share those.

There are also some campaigns that have reached their current goal, but I have not removed them often goals are later increased to adjust for the high cost of living in Gaza.

This is not a complete list of people who are in need of aid. Tumblr has a 100 link limit on posts, so I can only highlight a few families on this list at a time. For more families in need of your support, please check el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's vetted fundraisers list and consider adopting a family to help to make posts about.

‼️ indicates that a fundraiser has experienced a decrease in donations or has been without donations for some time

Help Mohammed Alzaanin's father afford medical treatment (€99,480/€118,000) ‼️

Help Shahed and her family afford treatment in Egypt (€84,901/€115,000)‼️*ig is shahed_aloul

Help Majd Omar evacuate his family and save his mom from cancer (€10,932/€47,000 - VERY low on funds) STAGNAT FOR 3 MONTHS‼️

Qasem's family ($1,363/$30,000)‼️

Help Save Ahmed and His Family *Ahmed has repeatedlt had his gfm terminated. the link leads to his ig where his paypal is linked in his bio

Help Amer Abdelmalek evacuate his family to Canada ($72,761/$100,000 CAD)‼️

Help Yazan, Sara, and Adam evacuate ($3,504 /$25,000 CAD - VERY low on funds) STAGNAT FOR 4 MONTHS‼️

Help Waleed's family evacuate to safety ($9,079/$19,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️

Help Dr. Sarah’s family ($87,598/$100,000)‼️*ig account is saraaghalayini

Afaf Masoud's family (€111,574/€150,000) *listed on this linktree

Help Ghada Karyym's family evacuate and afford medical treatment (€42,847/€60,000) ‼️*ig is ghadazaki14

Shaymaa Abudalu ($36,087/$50,000 CAD) STAGNAT FOR 2 MONTHS‼️

Help evacuate Mahmoud's family out of Gaza (€170,320/€170,000)

Help Al Helou family from Gaza ($82,060/$110,000)‼️

Help Save Hassan's Orphans ($41,557/$58,000)

Dr. Abdelwahab Abu Warda and family ($185,843/$220,000)‼️ *ig is dr_abdelwahab

Help Abdelfattah sami Halawa evacuate his family ($45,600/$100,000 CAD)‼️*ig is artist_abood_sami_halawa

Help Evacuate 3yo Karaz ($3,494/$60,000 CAD - VERY low on funds) *390 on Operation Olive Branch's masterlist, but please note the link has not been updated to reflect the new gfm

Nour and family ($6,927/$50,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️*ig is nour.gaza.palestine

Evacuate Fares and his family from Gaza (£35,401/£50,000)‼️*link leads to his ig account, where both gfm and paypal are linked in his bio

Help Ibrahim and his family rebuild in Canada (€114,108/€150,000)‼️

Israa Harb and family (€40,053/€85,000)‼️ *ig is israaharb92

Mohammed Elhaj Mohamed and family (€9,366/€65,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️*ig is moh_elhaj_mohamed

Sara Thabit Doghmash and family (€48,812/€100,000)‼️*ig is salam.thabet.doghmash

Help Mona Abu Hamda and family rebuild their lives ($98,118/$150,000)‼️*link leads to her ig, where both gfm and paypal are linked in her bio

Help Sama and Tasneem's family ($20,169/$50,000)‼️*I cannot find Tasneem under her old ig username, but here is a link to an interview with her

Help Asmaa and her sister evacuate and afford surgery (€44,243/€100,000) LAST DONATION WAS 3 MONTHS AGO‼️*ig is linked in gfm description

Reham and family (£3,205/£40,000) STAGNAT FOR 3 MONTHS‼️*ig is rehamsahmoud

Leen and family ($42,430/$50,000 AUD)‼️ *text links to Leen's linktree, with the gfm and her socials

Help Bahjat evacuate his parents and sisters ($38,612/$50,000) ‼️*organized by CallaWalsh on twitter

Support Ziad Shaheen’s family in Gaza ($18,437/$30,000) ‼️*organized by CallaWalsh on twitter

Help Hanan reunite with her family (€8,705/€20,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️*vetted 144 on the Butterfly Project

Moin Hammad and family ($20,190/$30,000)‼️Please also consider supporting Moin's siblings *752 on Operation Olive Branch's masterlist

Kholoud Hammad and family ($3,650/$38,500 CAD - VERY LOW ON FUNDS)‼️*she is Moin's sister. Her ig is also linked in the gfm

Help Haitham Hammad afford surgery (£31,543/£70,000)‼️*Operation Olive Branch #28

Help Banan Hammad afford treatment *Operation Olive Branch #184. Gfm was closed, link leads to paypal

Help Salem and fellow displaced families afford necessities ($25,532/$40,000)‼️*ig is salem_hamdii

Evacuate Fadi's Family from Gaza ($40,013/$62,500) *gfm and vetting by @/el-shab-hussein provided in linked text

Help Tahani save her children and husband ($20,171/$50,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️#112 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Help Sahar evacuate her husband and daughter (€19,221/€30,000 - VERY low on funds) #89 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Help Yusuf's family evacuate and treat his kidney failure #77 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list, however the campaign has been taken down. Hopefully I will be able to update with a new link

Help Ahmed family to travel to a save place (£11,104/£30,000 - VERY low on funds) ‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Save a Pregnant Mother's Life and Support Her Family (€33,227/€55,000)‼️ #152 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Khader and Ragheb Appeal: Rebuilding Life Beyond the Horrors (€5,684/€55,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️*ig is khaderabushaban

Help Abed Mery's wife and daughter evacuate (€2,551/€30,000 - VERY low on funds) *ig is abed_meery

Mohammed Bardaweel and family (€9,185/€37,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️#113 on on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Mohammed Alanqer and family (€70,499/€90,000) #174 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Firas Salem and family (€35,436/€65,000)‼️#111 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Save Hassan's sisters Donations have been suspended, I have reached out to the organizer and am awaiting a response

Help Tala treat her mother's cancer Donations have been suspended, I have reached out to see if there is another way to support the family *gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Help Hamza Hilles get his family out of Gaza (€3,440/€30,000 - VERY low on funds) ‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Help Mohammed Hilles evacuate his family (€30,705/€37,000)‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Rania and family (£2,595/£35,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️PAYPAL WILL BE CLOSING ALL FUNDRAISERS ON JAN. 1ST, 2025 PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE #154 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Support Tawfik's family in Gaza ($10,408/$18,680) *donation links and vetted source provided in linked text

The Sharif Family ($10,404/$90,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️#144 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Fadi Ayyad's family ($44,114/$50,000)‼️ #144 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Mahmoud Khalaf's family (€34,726/€55,000)‼️ #151 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Hani Al-Sharif and family ($5,008/$50,000 - VERY low on funds) ‼️#228 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Ahmed Alanqar and family's evacuation (€82,523/€100,000) #264 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Help baby Omer evacuate and get treatment ($380/$4,000) *info in linked text

Yazan Abu Safiys and family (€4,206/€50,000 - VERY low on funds) STAGNAT FOR TWO MONTHS‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

The Shamaly family's evacuation ($25,097 /$90,000 CAD - VERY low on funds) ‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Samer Abu Ras and family €2,337/30,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️#196 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Evacuate Basel's family (CHF8,810/CHF60,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️ #214 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Youssef Helles and his children (€16,704 /€30,000 - VERY low on funds) #206 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Help Walaa evacuate and get access to insulin ($13,882/$50,000 CAD - VERY low on funds)‼️ *vetted by 90-ghost

Dr. Mohammed Aldeeb and family (€45,671/€55,000)‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in liked text

Leen and family (€20,164/€22,000)‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Support Ashraf's Family Rebuild Their Lives (€27,235/€30,000)‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Save Amira's family (€32,602/€39,000) *gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Shima and family ($1,753/$30,000 CAD - VERY low on funds)‼️*donation links and vetted source provided in linked text

Muhammad Al-Habil and his family (€47,114/€50,000) *gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Wafaa Resh and family *paypal and vetted source provided in linked text

Mohiy Resh and family *paypal links and vetted source provided in linked text

Fidaa and her children, Wafaa and Mohiy's sister ($113,916/$120,000) *gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Mohammed Al-Seifi and family's survival ($13,246/$15,000)‼️ *ig is mohamedalsifi, gfm is full of updates that show the organizer's communication with Mohammed

Ameina Al-Baba and family ($42,984/$100,000 - VERY low on funds) ‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Iyad's family (CHF11,521/CHF20,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️STAGNANT FOR OVER A MONTH *gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Amjad's family evacuation (€12,587/€97,000 - VERY low on funds) ‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Aseel Asaad and family ($1,928/$100,000 - VERY low on funds) *vetted by 90-ghost

Hanaa, Muhammad, and their son Yusuf ($12,115/40,000 - VERY low on funds) #246 on el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's list

Mahmoud Alkhaldi's family ($27,351/$50,000)‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Abdelrahman's family (€20,100/€30,000)‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Maria's family ($22,704/$30,000 CAD)‼️*gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Motaz, Fedaa, and their children (€370/10,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️*chuffed and vetted source provided in linked text

Hadiya's family (€12,461/€50,000 - VERY low on funds)‼️ *gfm and vetted source provided in linked text

Help Ahmed save his father ($200/$40,000 - VERY low on funds) *info in linked text

#Palestine #free palestine #Gaza #Rafah #all eyes on rafah #mutual aid #Crowd funding

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suliemanhamad · 28 days ago

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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

15 months have passed as if they were 15 years, and the suffering increases day by day 😔

Our health is deteriorating, we have no immunity to fight diseases. There is no healthy food to nourish our tired cells. Finding a quiet and clean place for us to rest has become impossible! I am in urgent need of serious financial support so I can take action to save my family! Our faces reflect the misery we are going through! My children cannot bear the cruelty of war life... and my wife is nine months pregnant, about to give birth to my baby who hasn't come into this world yet 🥺🥺. What can I say to her? I can't buy clothes for my baby or the necessities like clothes and diapers, and the cold is unbearable 🥺🥺.

The pain and cold don’t allow any of us to sleep 💔"

Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue our loved ones from imminent danger.

There are no words to describe how many times we have been displaced.

The situation we are living in now is incredibly hard to imagine.

Where do we go?"

"Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war."

Please donate and share 🙏🥺

#free gaza #gofundme #gazaunderattack #free palestine #تبرعات #aesthetic #anime and manga #animals #architecture #art #gaza

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mosabeldali · 5 months ago

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The ongoing polio vaccination campaign in Gaza, which aims to inoculate 640,000 children under the age of 10, showcases the hypocrisy in the current geopolitical landscape.

Despite the urgent need for vaccinations, there is no comprehensive truce to ensure these children's safety, only temporary "humanitarian pauses" in specific places that Israel has agreed to amid its continuous military operations in the Strip.

These pauses are far from sufficient, given the continuous threat of violence from the occupation forces even within safe zones, and reflect a deep irony: the same global powers funding the World Health Organization (WHO) to administer these life-saving vaccines are also supplying the weapons that endanger these children's lives daily.

‼️ Every small contribution makes a big difference. Help me save my family and rebuild our lives. ‼️

#free gaza #gazaunderattack #palestinian genocide #save palestine #free palestine #all eyes on palestine #gaza genocide #news on gaza #save gaza #gaza

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snwycde · 1 year ago

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Connected (Bang Chan) part 5

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings‼️: MDNI, mentions of s*xual thoughts in the beginning (continuation of part 4)

summary: slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 5!!!

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Chan hops into the shower, he’s usually not one for morning showers but - well due to the circumstances he’s been given, he doesn’t really have a choice.

I haven’t seen her in like three weeks. What the hell? Chan rinses his body, trying not to think of how vivid his dream felt. “Fuck,” he says out loud getting mad because he’s starting to get hard again. He reaches and turns on the cold water.

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“Chan hyung, where are you going?” Jeongin as he sits on the couch watching, “The studio is closed this week for remodeling.”

“Fuck, right.” Chan stands for a minute thinking, “Thanks for the reminder Innie.”

Chan waves at Jeongin before leaving the dorm. He walks to the car and heads off from there. If you’re wondering where he’s going well…

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Connections. The sign shines, being hit by the sunlight as he parks outside of the cafe.

He’s just here to eat some breakfast while working on some beats for his song, his song that he desperately needs to start on. But yeah, that’s the only reason. Not to wait and see if you’ll arrive at your family owned cafe. To sit down in your favorite spot, and work on whatever you need to work on.

Chan orders the same thing, but includes a toasted sandwich this time since he’s starving. As he waits for his drink and food to arrive, he pulls out his laptop and sets up his area. When he turns on his laptop he remembers, Right. Wifi.

As if someone read his mind, “The wifi passcode is magnets, all lowercase,” they set down a drink, their drink. Chan looks up to see you taking a seat right across from him.

“Look, I know this is a public business, but out of all cafes in Seoul, you decide on this one. Why?” You look cold, not the emotional self you were three weeks ago, it puts Chan on edge, unsure of how to respond.

“Hi Miss L/N, how are you doing?” A server comes up to place Chan’s drink and sandwich down, “Would you like your usual?”

Y/n nods and says thank you, sending the server off.

“I just like it here, am I not allowed to come here?” it isn’t a lie technically, he does like the cafe, but was it the full truth maybe not, “Also paparazzi aren’t allowed to come in here or in this district” he added, trying to save himself.

Y/n doesn’t seem relieved nor mad at Chan’s response; she just looks tired. “I want to talk about last time,” she places her drink down, “Can we talk about it?”

Chan does want to talk about it but he doesn’t and the fact that she brought it up so suddenly and that he wasn’t expecting it makes him say, “I don’t really know what’s there to talk about.”

Y/n makes a face, like “really?”, except instead of being annoyed she just seems disappointed, “You always hated confrontation.”

Chan just looks at Y/n not sure what to say, his silence annoys Y/n.

“Fine then. You listen and I’ll talk, okay?” Chan nods.

“I really don’t want to hate you. I want us to be able to move on happily with our lives with no hate for each other.” Y/n looks at Chan to see if he’ll say something, he just nods. “I think I was probably intoxicated and I was also in an emotional state last time you saw me. It was all just bad timing. I had no idea you’d be at the bar at the same time as me, especially… well yeah.”

“Yeah.” is all Chan gets out, trying to pretend like he didn’t follow her to the bar.

“In the car, I meant everything.”

That makes Chan look at you, “what do you mean?”

“Everything.” You play with your hands, you’re more nervous now, “I meant to get mad and irritated at you. I’m not going to deny my feelings just because you don’t agree with them. I don’t know or think you reflected on our conversation as much as I did but I know I got loud but it was just because it felt like you weren’t listening to me. And I know you technically don’t have to listen to me because like you said, we’re not dating.“ Y/n pauses to make eye contact with Chan, “I just had some pent up emotions that I just never got rid of and it was eating at me. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you when you’ve moved on.”

Chan doesn’t look away, “Y/n?”

She looks up at him, “yeah?”

“Did you mean it when you said I was the love of your life?”

Y/n forces a smile, and a pink flush shows onto her cheeks, she calms herself down quickly before answering with, “I mean, no shame in it, but yeah.” She picks up her drink right after, then continues talking.

But Chan can’t hear anything because he’s still thinking about it, “Why did you never tell me that?”

“What?” Y/n looks irritated that you interrupted her, but confused.

“Why didn’t you..you tell me I was the love of your life?” Chan hasn’t touched his food or drink.

“Because by the time I knew, I realized you didn’t think the same for me.” she sits up in her seat, “and no offense Chan, but I’m not one of your fans who’ll easily give you their heart and soul just because you say I love you to me. You can say that you loved me so much but your actions were lacking. It just wasn’t eno–”

“I love you. I mean I loved you.” Chan blurts out.

Y/n looks at him, quite shocked.

“You – I-I did love you, so much. Too much. ”

“Chan I need you to stop,” Y/n suddenly looking sad.

“No, come on now, listen it’s my turn to speak,” Chan places his hands flat on the table, “I loved you too much. It was indescribable. From the first time I met you here. I fell in love with you. And every single interaction after that I knew you were going to be the love of my life.”

Y/n looks around not being able to respond, nervous.

“Every time I saw you, you would pull me in. Like,” Chan stops, “...magnets.”

Chan looks into Y/n’s eyes, “did you make the password here?”

“Chan, it was made a long time ago.” She shrugs it off.

“No, I came here once a year ago, and the password was some random plant name.” Chan suddenly has more life into the words he’s saying.

“It’s just a word.” Y/n doesn’t look him in the eyes.

“Y/n, look at me.”

She doesn’t.

“What if we try again.” Chan isn’t asking, he’s stating.

You look up at him, “What?”

“I-I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my dreams, especially since I first saw you last month at the ice skating rink, you’ve been on my mind.”

“Chan stop.”

“No Y/n, come on, I know we have some things to fix between us, but you have to feel it too. Every time we see eachother we are pulled to eachother. Like magnets. That was our joke remember?” Chan’s just ranting now, he’s speaking so much more than he has in years. “We said we are total opposites, but we loved eachother. We were magnets, pulled together to be connected.”

“Y/n.” Chan gets you to look in his eyes for a moment, “I want to try again. I-I want you, I don’t what it is but I know it has to be you,”

Y/n’s eyes get watery but she scoffs, “Chan you’re not being fair right now.”

“Is this not what you wanted? For me to communicate how I’m feeling?”

“It’s too late for that Chan.”

“No, no it’s not, Y/n,” Chan takes both of your hands into his and looks you in the eyes, “I still love you.”

Chan watches as a tear drops down Y/n’s face, as she pulls her hands away, “I don’t think you understand how hurtful that was.”

“What?” Chan watches as she starts to stand up taking her drink, “Y/n –”

“Look, I wanted to say thank you for the ride and for the situation I was in with my boyfriend. I seemed –”

“Wait boyfriend?”

“Yes, please don't interrupt me.”

“You mean ex boyfriend?”

A bell rings saying that someone entered, making Y/n look over, Chan’s eyes following hers.

A guy smiles and waves at her, and walks over to her, seeing Chan his face drops.

“Hi Jaebum,” Chan hears you say softly to him before turning back to Chan, “Chan this is my boyfriend, Jaebum. Jaebum, this is my old friend… Chan. ”

“Hi we met briefly before, and I spoke with Y/n and I just wanted to apologize for my behavior.” Jaebum softly bows, “I’m really sorry, and thank you for taking care of her in that moment when it should’ve been me.” Jaebum looks at Chan.

Chan is silent, unsure of what to say, just looking at him.

“Jae, do you think you can wait in the car? I’ll be right out.” He nods before saying bye to Chan which Chan lazily waved back.

After Y/n sees Jaebum leave, she looks at Chan, “Look –”

“That guy is your boyfriend? Still?”

“Chan don’t act like you know anything.”

“Do you love him?”

“You don’t get to ask that.”

“No, tell me right now,” he stands up, his figure leaning over you, “Tell me you love him.”

“You don’t deserve to know that.”

“Tell me you love him more than me.”

“Chan!” She looks at you in disbelief, “I-I have to go. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

She leaves him quickly, leaving him standing next to his table, watching her as she walks out the doors.

author's note: im so so so so so sorry for taking so long to make a part 5. please forgive me college has been a huge bitch to me lately. thank you so much for your patience and i promise i will never take that long again to post an update on this story or any story without announcement 😔

#stray kids #skz #slow burn #bang chan #bang chan fluff #fluff #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz smut #pov #angst #skz angst #skz soft thoughts #smut #bang chan smut #skz hard thoughts

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sisterandscripture · 30 days ago

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Flawless Forgiveness 💅

Hellooooo my siblings!!! It’s me again, Elle, your sister in Christ! 🎀🎀

If you’re new to my blog, welcome!! thank you for being here 🥺 i created this blog to strengthen my faith in Christ and hopefully do the same for others’ too <3

For today’s post, I’ve got a little storytelling 📚up my sleeve :))

It’s quite a long post today soooo sit back, relax, and meditate on God’s works! 🙏

📜Bible Verse of the Day

“Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.”

‭‭Luke‬ ‭7‬:‭47‬ ‭[NIV‬‬]

💌Something’s in your Inbox!

The story of Jesus anointing a sinful woman is one of my favorites right now— not only does the story include an absolute girlboss, it also shows us how kind and merciful Jesus is towards us.

So basically, here’s the tea… 🫖

The icon, the moment— Jesus Christ, was having dinner at one of the Pharisees’ houses. Word of this spread through the town like wildfire 🔥🔥 and eventually, reached a sinful woman.

She heard that Jesus was eating there, so she went there and brought along a jar of perfume with her. She entered the house, wept at Jesus’ feet, wet his feet with her tears, wiped them with her hair, kissed them, and poured perfume on them.

And theeeen, the Pharisee saw this and started to seriously judge the woman (rude 🙄)— to which, Jesus responded by telling the story of two people who owed money to a moneylender.

One owed a lotta money, one owed a bit of money. Both didn’t have the money to pay it back, so their debts were forgiven. Jesus said the person who owed more money was more grateful to the moneylender than the person who only owed a bit.

Then, Jesus DESTROYED the Pharisee by saying this:

“Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet.”

One thing I can say? That was definitely DESERVED. Jesus slayed that, as He should’ve!!

He told the woman that because of her faith, her sins have been forgiven, and that’s where the tea ends 💅

Much like the woman in this story, we are also sinful. We sin every single day and we can never truly escape sin. It’s okay, we aren’t perfect. Falling into sin is normal.

HOWEVER‼️

Sinning is still a big NO! Continuously living a sinful life, with no attempt of changing, is the biggest red flag you can have as a Christian 🚩

Knowing that what you are doing is wrong, and purposely going against God’s will is extremely awful.

Like, do you just not care about how Jesus feels??? Man literally died for your sins and you can’t even make efforts to do better 😡😡

If you have sinned against God, ask for forgiveness— pray and reflect on your actions. Determine what you have done wrong and don’t do it again, or at the very least, avoid doing it.

As a Christian, you are called to be different from the rest of the world!! The whole world could be sinning, but you’d be there worshipping God instead (and rightfully so).

Jesus’ forgiveness is always perfect and flawless. He fully forgives you no matter what wrongdoing you’ve done. He still loves you and still blesses you after. You just have to be humble enough to accept that you were wrong, and ask for his forgiveness.

But, this doesn’t mean you should be taking advantage of God’s mercy. Don’t sin repeatedly. It just shows you haven’t changed your ways, and that you are just like the rest of the world.

Always run to God if you’re in the wrong. Tell him you’re sorry and do your best to change for the better. Just like the woman, your faith in Him will save you.

Ooooh, phone for you!!

📞God’s on the Line

Dear God,

I admit that I am not perfect or flawless like You are. I know that I’m a sinner and that I do wrong most of the time. I’m deeply sorry for this. I’m sorry that I sin against You. I humble myself, and ask for Your forgiveness. I pray that You will help me change and lead me to a better life. Please help me to do good and honor You alone.

In Jesus’ Name,

Amen!! ✨

Don’t be a red flag, my siblings! Always ask for forgiveness and you will be forgiven. Remember to do what is good and right. Stay safe! 💕

#christian blog #christian girl #christian faith #christian living #christianity #jesus #jesus loves you #bible verse #girlblogging #sisterandscripture

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boyeetsworld · 9 months ago

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Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 8

The campus was quiet, the news spreading like wildfire. Emiri sat at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the dormitory. She sat by herself for thirty minutes before Megumi silently joined her sitting to her left.

“He’s really dead,” she whispered softly.

“Yeah,” Megumi responded lowly.

They fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their loss hanging between them like a shroud. The sound of distant footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, a stark reminder of the bustling life that once filled the campus.

After a while, Emiri spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you think... Do you think there was something we could have done?"

“I don’t know,” he stated sadly. “Don’t blame yourself.”

Emiri broke her stare from the stairs in front of her and looked over at him. Megumi's eyes met Emiri's, reflecting the same mixture of grief and confusion. Despite the pain they shared, there was a sense of solidarity in their silent exchange.

“I…I just keep replaying it all in my head…” Her eyes became glossy as she gazed at him. “Could we have saved him?”

Megumi gulped as he looked over at her, her sadness pricked at his soul. His hands lingered on each other as he urged himself to keep them in his lap. He took a steady breath as he maintained eye contact with her.

“We did the best we could,” he stated as if he was trying to convince himself.

She nodded sternly before she looked down at her hands. Emiri could’ve sworn that at that moment her hands were covered in blood. She folded them together as she squeezed her eyes shut then opened them again to see her clean hands.

Emiri gulped as she unfolded her hands, it felt like his blood was on her hands. And it wasn’t fading.

Megumi was to her left and Nobara sat a few steps behind them positioned in between them. Emiri’s elbows were on her knees and her chin was in her hands. He was robbed of his life and all she could do was stand there and get beaten and battered.

All she could do, all she could will herself to do was to become stronger. Something seethed inside her, something clawed at her rib cage. She barely knew Yuji, but the tragedy was something that occurred every day. Something that Emiri could prevent.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard footsteps behind her. Nobara lingered at the top of the stairs before she slowly walked down and sat behind them. Emiri looked over at her as she let out a sigh.

“Live a long life,” Nobara whispered. “Guess that doesn’t mean much when you die yourself,”

Emiri lifted her head slowly as she looked over at Megumi. His legs were spread and his arms resting on his thighs.

“First time having a partner die?” she asked hesitantly.

His gaze shifted to hers, his green eyes were stone cold, serious, cutting through her like razor blades. Despite the loss of their comrade, Megumi was reluctant to relinquish his smugness, letting himself appear unaffected by the events. Yet, Emiri had seen him when Yuji fell at his feet, she had seen the way his lip quivered, how he stifled a sorrowful gasp.

“One my age…yeah,” Megumi responded coldly.

“Me too,” Emiri murmured barely enough for either of them to hear.

“You two are taking it well though.” Nobara sighed.

“Yeah, you too,” Emiri stated the response was almost automatic.

“Well, of course,” Nobara huffed reassuming her off-putting attitude. “two weeks ago I didn’t even know him. …I mean, jeez.”

Her words trailed off as her face became sad, and her lip began to quiver as she choked back a sob. Emiri looked back at the auburn-haired girl, her expression almost lifeless. She had grown up around death, she was born into a dying family. What upset her about Yuji’s death was the loss of a strong sorcerer, a pure soul, a gentle human being who could’ve saved them all. Yuji wasn’t just the possible solution to Sukana’s existence, but his kindness and innocence offered him so much more strength.

Emiri turned her body forward as Nobara continued to struggle with holding back her tears. Megumi’s eyes shifted slightly to Emiri’s.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” He remarked.

“Yeah,” Emiri huffed as she looked out at the campus. “wonder if it’s time for summer uniforms?”

The weight of grief hung heavy in the air as Emiri, Megumi, and Nobara grappled with the loss of Yuji. Each copes in their own way, revealing glimpses of vulnerability amidst their attempts to remain composed. They remained in silence, the sounds of nature engulfing them until sharp footsteps on the cobblestone filled the air.

The first-years looked up as a lean, athletic woman neared them. She had a slender form and broader shoulders, thin wire glasses, and dark hair thrown into a ponytail with bangs hanging around her face. She placed her hand on her hips while the other gripped a covered weapon slung over her shoulder.

“So, what’s this,” she huffed. “You look even more miserable than usual, Megumi.”

“Oh, what’s up Zen’in.” Megumi huffed.

“Stop calling me by my last name.” the woman huffed annoyed.

“Maki! Maki!” a gruff voice called from behind her.

Maki spun around, diverting her attention from the first years. She looked back at two figures behind a statue in the courtyard. One was a short but slender boy with a sandy mess of hair that obscured his eyes. His uniform was pulled high over his mouth. The other was a panda, the large black and white bear hiding behind the statue.

“You don’t know why they’re so down?” The panda questioned as he glared at Maki.

“No, should I?” Maki huffed as she crossed her arms.

“Someone died,” the panda urged. “a boy, one of the first years.”

“Bonito flakes,” the sandy-haired boy stated lowly.

“Why didn’t you say so?!” Maki twitched as she scowled at the panda. “Now, I look like some kind of heartless cold-blooded demon!”

“Yeah, that’s how you came off.” Emiri chimed as she looked up at Maki.

Maki groaned as she began to argue with the two.

“So who are these guys?” Nobara asked as she watched them bicker.

“Second years,” Megumi informed. “Zen’in is the best of all the students at wielding cursed tools. And that’s the cursed speech user Inumaki,” he gestured to the short boy. “He can only speak in rice ball ingredients.”

“He is a little bit softer when Yuta’s around though.” the panda sighed as he looked over at Megumi.

“And that’s Panda,” Megumi stated bluntly. “There's one more, his name is Okkotsu and he’s actually the only second year I genuinely respect, but he’s overseas right now.”

“Must’ve taken a village to get you to respect someone,” Emiri mumbled.

“Panda? That’s all you’re giving me is Panda?” Nobara questioned as she gawked at Megumi.

“Sorry to hit you up with this now when you’re in mourning. Bad timing. Please forgive us for that,” Panda began as he neared the stairs where they sat. “But see, we’d like you both to be in the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.”

“Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event?” Nobara repeated in confusion. “What is that?”

“It’s a get-together with the other high school in Kyoto,” Megumi commented.

“Isn’t that event mainly for second and third years?” Emiri asked as she looked over at Panda.

“Turns out the idiot third years got themselves suspended, so you need to participate.”

“So what exactly do you do at this event?” Nobara questioned.

“It goes like this,” Panda began. “Day one is a team battle and day two is individual battles.”

“Team and individual?” Nobara was awestruck.

“Jujutsu battles where anything short of killing is fair game.” Maki continued.

“We’re fighting other sorcerers?!” Nobara yelled.

“Don’t worry we’ll train you up,” Panda confirmed confidently.

“So are you in?” Maki finally questioned. “I understand your partner just died.”

“We’re in.” Megumi and Emiri started at the same time as Nobara contorted her face in confusion.

She slowly stepped forward joining the other two. Emiri clenched her fists as she recalled the battle at the detention center, she had much to work on. In that moment she vowed she would become stronger, stronger for her fallen comrade.

“But if I decide your training is pointless,” Emiri spoke informatively. “I’ll quit instantly.”

“Same here.” Megumi nodded.

“Well, people this cocky are all the worthwhile more to train.” Panda beamed.

The second years began to chatter as the training commenced. Nobara, now filled with excitement, bounded down to the track with them as Emiri declared she and Megumi would be a minute. She hesitantly turned to the boy as he shot her a harsh, yet confused look.

“There’s something…I-I think we should do,” she reached into the pocket of her uniform and pulled out a scrap of fabric with letters woven into it then passed it to Megumi, his eyes widened. “you should give it to her.”

Emiri's suggestion hung in the air, adding a layer of weight to the already somber atmosphere. Megumi took the piece of fabric from her, his expression unreadable. He glanced down at it, fingers tracing the letters woven into the fabric. Memories flooded back, emotions stirred within him.

“Are you sure?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Emiri nodded solemnly, “She deserves to know."

“I-I’m not sur–”

“Megumi, this is what I think of as Yuji’s last wish,” she whispered, feeling the weight of the memories. “I’ll go with you…but you should give it to her.”

Megumi nodded softly. At this signal, Emiri turned on her heels and they began their short journey out of Tokyo. They found and arrived at Okkazki Tadashi’s mother’s home within thirty minutes. Megumi was hesitant as he brought his fist to the door and knocked, but ultimately did it. The door creaked open softly to the face of a short brunette woman.

She smiled sweetly as they introduced themselves and then welcomed them into her home. Megumi was solemn as he spoke to the lady informing her of why they were there.

“By the time we got to the scene your son was already dead,” he stated as the woman’s expression began to fold. “I’m sorry,”

She let out a soft sob and Megumi looked back at Emiri, but she nodded softly and he continued.

“To be honest I was skeptical of saving any of the people in there, however, my friend was different. He wasn’t successful, but he at least tried to bring his body back for you.” Megumi sighed as he pulled out the name tag and reached in toward the woman. “Please take this, I know it’s not much, I’m sorry we weren’t able to save him.”

“It’s alright…don’t apologize,” he stated sorrowfully.

Her sobs grew and shortly she showed them out. Megumi was silent, his head hung low as they exited the building.

“Thank you,” he remarked softly and Emiri glanced over at him. “Answer me something,”

“Hm?” Emiri hummed.

“As a sorcerer, what kind of people do you want to save?”

Emiri paused, considering Megumi's question carefully. The weight of their recent experiences, the loss they had endured, and the purpose they held as sorcerers all converged in her mind.

“I want to save those who need me, those who are powerless against the curses that threaten their lives," she began, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling within her. “I want to save those who are kind, those who strive for goodness even in the face of darkness. And... I want to save those who have lost hope, those who feel abandoned and alone."

Megumi listened intently, his gaze fixed on Emiri as she spoke. Her words resonated with him, echoing his sentiments buried deep within his heart.

“Yuji... he wanted to save everyone," Megumi murmured, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “He had this unwavering belief that no one should be left behind, no matter the cost."

Emiri nodded, a solemn understanding passing between them. They both carried the weight of Yuji's legacy, a reminder of the ideals they strove to uphold. Emiri smirked softly, surprised by Megumi’s softness at her. His content expression faded when he saw her smirk.

“Sounds like someone finally made a friend,” she remarked playfully.

Megumi groaned at her change in tone, the automatic shift back to her usual personality. The tone irritated him so much, but he sighed. Today he found her attitude, her shots at him, a reminder of what he still had left.

“Your insults are actually refreshing today,” he stated as he looked over at her.

“Oh, I’m glad,” Emiri smiled, placing her hand against her chest. “I knew you’d start to like me.”

Megumi scoffed and they began to bicker. Emiri couldn’t help but smile as they resumed their usual harsh banter. They quickly found their way back to Jujutsu High where the second years and Nobara were waiting for them. Nobara had begun training with Panda while Megumi and Emiri arrived, changed out of their uniforms, and into training clothes.

“Where were you two?” Maki questioned as she raised her eyebrow.

Megumi began down the stairs around the track and towards Maki, Emiri lingering behind him. Maki had a staff resting on her shoulder, Inumaki was sitting to her right, and Panda and Nobara were running around the track.

“What does it matter to you?” Megumi responded heartlessly.

“Fushiguro!” Nobara grumbled as Panda swung her around and she began to ramble. “Let me go buy some cute tracksuits for this event!”

Panda released Nobara and Maki stepped forward swinging her staff and looking back at Megumi.

“So first, see if you can land a blow on us,” she challenged as she narrowed her eyes.

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wedriftlikelonelyplanets · 10 days ago

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homegirl 😃😃 i have been in your ask box before and i shall be here again to inform you once again that i LOVE (❤️!) your githhhw verse SO MUCH 🤩 however ☝️ this time i come with further comments;

may we or may we not have a small 🤏 snoop of any works you have for these guys 🥺🎀 (i might have been trawling through your blog like no ones business. perchance 😼)

also i was listening to fall out boy my beloved (😌❤️) today (save rock and roll) and i thought Just One Yesterday was SO 🗣️ FITTING 🗣️ for these two in this verse (especially the second installment 😃) if you think of it from landos perspective 🥸 (except these guys have a secret softaroundtheedgesness that i dont think it captures perfectly in favour of a slightly more toxic or malicious type of vibe (🫢) that these guys lean away from because they are major softies really (🤭🩷) but still that is all easily ignorable if you dont deep it 🎀). im not lying to you when i say that your writing (😚!) rather often finds a way into my head when i am going about my regular activities (jammin out to music 🎧😌). i feel like i have so much more to say about the lyrics specifically but this is getting kind of long. i dont think ive ever been such a yapper 🗣️➡️👤

for a more recent post of yours about the reception to events in Whats God to a Non Beliver i have to say brother 🥺 i was kind of (?) a tiny 🤏 smidge confused about what exactly was going on individually for each person (despite doing my best to understand and infer 😔) when it got to the scene where oscar safewords (in terms of finding their hidden thought processes and subsequent motivations for doing specific things sliiiightly hard to follow during that particular part of it 🧠) but honestly mate you are suffering from success‼️(making your characters TOO complex and 3 dimensional 😃)

also ☝️ for one of the new fics you said you were writing for them (😶‍🌫️) where oscar is kind of dominant i was just wondering about how that kind of dynamic came about with these two ✌️ since you said 'lando often feels out of control, and likes to use his dominance as a way to feel more in control' and vice versa for oscar (feel like a major creep for literally quoting one of your posts 🫣 i promise im chill and normal please 😭) so i was wondering were there any changes (sudden or over time) in their lives (or careers ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 🏎️🏎️) that would reflect into their relationship to cause this kind of shift of dynamic from such extreme (or distinct) sides of their dom sub thing to one thats more blurred like you detailed 🤗

also i saw in your wips list I Hope It Eats Your Soul (I Hope You Choke) age diff landoscar my dearest ‼️i was in your ask box before about it (i will just say that there is a rather large deficit of this kind of fic for these two specifically so i have had to be thinking thoughts about it instead of reading (shout out take it offline❗😃)) and 🥺🥺 any more updates on my love ❤️🥺 just a tad snippet 🤏🥺 if you please 🤲🙏

also ☝️😁 in a few of your posts (and We Can Do This Shit Forever If Its Lust Yeah i think ?) you mentioned the possibility of lando getting oscar into or keeping him in subspace by taking care of him 🥹 (intentionally for a scene or in everyday situations both of which i think would be really interesting to read 🤭) (or even in public as well 😳🫢) so is there any possibility that you would write a fic or a snippet focused on this (whether sexual or non sexual) ? maybe ? 🥹🙏

oh my goood okay this ask has definitely gotten away from me but. no regrets. 🗣️🗣️

literal 18 year old using her english lit skills to analyse pron and someones blog 🫡 under my grandmothers roof 🫥 what have i become 🫣🤭

please i am begging on my knees 🧎🧎for funds just a crumb of fic please. 7k words of build up? im sat for every single one. 🪑🪑

also istg if i get a proper long reply to this you better not apologise about it too long or not what i wanted 🫵 i mean it i love reading your major posts 🙂‍↕️☺️

have to run and reread them all now 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️guess i will not be sleeping at a reasonable time tonight ✋😌 random anon out 🤸💨💨

OH BOY ANON!

This was quite the message to receive. I truly don't think I've ever seen anyone use this many emojis in my life, but also I'm like...ancient (i'm not, just being dramatic). But in all honesty, I TRULY love that you took the time to talk to me about like...everything I've written ever.

I've got a lot to say because you gave me a lot to talk about this, and I'm burying it below the cut because there's bound to be something that people don't wanna just see plastered on their dash.

FALL OUT BOY?!? YOU MENTION FALL OUT BOY IN THE TEMPLE OF A FALL OUT BOY WORSHIPPER? DELIGHTFUL ACTUALLY. Just One Yesterday is....oh is it a great song. Honestly Save Rock and Roll, while not my favourite album, has some BANGERS, and this is one of them. I can definitely see some of the implications for Landoscar and specifically the GITHHHW verse and I love it. Agree that the song is a little less soft than they *actually* are in that fic, but I love it regardless.

Talking about What's A God to a Non-Believer.....I mean to be fair it is hard to fully detail what's going on in three different people's heads, especially as it was a 3rd person close POV for Charles. It's....the essential goal of that fic and what *actually* happened with that fic were almost two different things. Originally it was supposed to be just like pure rancid, and then it actually became something with very real feelings. As I was writing it, though, it really became about how much two people could push each other's boundaries in a situation where things were pre-negotiated, but started to spiral out of control.

I think someone made a comment on "What's a God to a Non-Believer" about how the entirety of it is more focused on the push and pull between Lando and Charles, and how Lando wants to *BE* Charles, but also wants to *control* Charles as a way to feel better about himself, or his racing, etc etc, and I truly think they hit the nail on the head. In the fic, Charles already knows he's better, so it was easy for him to assume that Lando couldn't hurt him in any meaningful way. Unfortunately he's wrong, and Lando sinks the (figurative) knife into him both from a personal perspective (calling doubt onto Charles and Max's relationship, and also Charles and his ability to race), and because the stage had already been set for Charles to feel unsteady about things, the progression was natural.

Very specifically, it was important for BOTH Charles to safe out, and Oscar to safe out, because Oscar was safe signalling out FOR Charles, in the event Charles didn't do it for himself. Because yes, Oscar loves Lando, but he also doesn't have to blindly accept bad behaviour from Lando just because he loves him. Lando's treatment of Charles pushed Charles too far, but ALSO pushed Oscar too far, because Oscar was able to sense the actual change in the dynamic as it was happening.

I WILL NOT be writing an Oscar POV to the direct events, but some day I'll write the aftermath fic, I've just been DROWING in WIPs right now.

As for me talking about one of the fics where Oscar is being more dominant...are you referring to the soft dom Oscar stuff I've been talking about, or the insane fic I'm writing set in the GITHHHW verse?

Soft Dom Oscar is set apart from the GITHHHW verse, so that part doesn't apply.

If you're referring to "I Don't Need a Man, I Need a Puppy," which is....going to be split into two separate fics....there's a monologue here.

"I Don't Need a Man," is essentially going to be a fic where Lando tells Oscar he's always so excited like a puppy, and Oscar just kind of....goes a little bit feral over it, and fucks Lando within an inch of his life. There's....not really a background on that, it's not during race season, he just...went a little feral.

As for the untitled REMAINING like 9k of the unfinished fic, yes, Lando does like to be dominant for the control of it, and Oscar generally likes to be submissive because he likes to let go of control. However, much like real people, these little barbies that I like to smash together sometimes are still "people" within the realm of being my little characters, and much like people in real life, sometimes those lines do become blurred. The fic very specifically takes place after Brazil, where Lando's realized that he's kind of shot all of his championship chances to hell, and he's feeling particularly devastated about it. And honestly sometimes, the best way to feel more in control is to let go of that control.

I think I've ALSO talked about this as well, but at the core of it, Oscar is a service dom/sub/switch/top/bottom/verse in any universe I write him, and that means that he'll do for his partner what they need. In the case of this fic, Lando needs Oscar to take control to take him out of his head, and then put him back together again.

Honestly, not one thing in-particular happens, but many dynamics are amorphous and subject to change, and that's really what I wanted to detail there. Sometimes what people think they need and what they actually need are two different things.

I Hope it Eats Your Soul is my BELOVED darling of a fic. Again it's been so fun to work on, I'm just in WIP hell and unfortunately it's a slightly lower priority because it takes place roughly 10 years in the future which means I have to invent an entire fictional F1 schedule for it....but yes....snippets

“Have you talked to Will about Oscar’s times yet?” Zak asks, and before waiting for an answer, ploughs forwards still, “They’re really promising, built a car for you but it seems to suit the kid too,” and Zak sounds fucking enamoured by the fact that he’s got a car built for two drivers, a season built for the two of them, for McLaren in the constructors. “Maybe we can one two it this year,” Lando says, and the smile that he gives Zak is a little too sharp to be anything other than carnivorous, “I’ll be number one, of course,” and the laugh that Zak gives isn’t reassuring, something tentative and hesitant about it, almost like he’s choking on the sound as it leaves his lips. “He’s a rookie, Zak,” is Lando’s acerbic reply, “You can’t actually believe that he’ll win a championship. Even Lewis couldn’t do it,” voice derisive, “And Lewis is absolutely better than the kid,”

AS FOR GITHHHW LANDOSCAR....

The honest answer about whether or not I'm going to write a fic or snippets about Lando bringing Oscar down into subspace by just taking care of him is VERY up in the air. I still have an unfinished chapter of "I'm so lonely" that I have to write that I've been struggling with for MONTHS. (I have a couple thousand words written but I just....it's been very difficult for me to get back into that). I also have the post-brazil fic, and I have "I don't need a man, I need a puppy" and while I had a few more fics planned, including one where Lando ties Oscar up, I honestly don't know if they're going to get written. As my time spent in this fandom, and specifically writing fanfiction, has gone on, I've come up with 2342342343 other ideas, some of which I want to give more space in my brain.

When I started writing in this fandom, I'd originally had no plans at all to write Landoscar, I'd only planned on writing Lestappen, actually. My foray into writing fanfic in this fandom started with a Warped Tour AU that I'm still working on that...honestly I might publish as fanfiction, but turn into a novel, also.

So the long and short of it: I don't KNOW if that's something I'm going to write. Depending on where the muse and the inspiration takes me, you might see something like that in the future, you might not. I make absolutely no promises regarding anything. In part because GITHHHW has become a bit of a demand avoidance project, and in part because I've already started to see my writing evolve, and also I've really started to enjoy writing these weird, niche fics such as "Where's My Pride, Guess I'll Leave it Behind"

ANYHOW here have a snippet of the second chapter of "I'm So Lonely"

“Don’t,” Oscar’s tone is sharp, “don’t do that, I’m to blame too,” Because for all that he has a spine, for all that he’s willing to fight, he let it happen. It’s been consensual, if not a little dubious, he pulls back for a moment, reaches down to tangle his fingers with Lando’s where they’ve tensed on his thigh. He doesn’t ever notice the size of Lando’s hands until they’re like this, until their fingers are linked together, and Oscar’s hand is dwarfed by the size of his. He can feel a flush rising up in his cheeks again, but he just squeezes Lando’s hand tight, and then loosens his grip. “You aren’t the only person that gets to take the blame here,” he says firmly, and Lando’s gaze flicks up to Oscar’s. Oscar can see the tell-tale redness blooming on his lower lash line, the glossy sheen in his eyes, the way he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. Worries that Lando’s abou(t to cry, and he nuzzles in a little closer, brushes his lips across the curve of Lando’s jaw. “I’m okay, we’re okay, I just need something defined, before we can keep going like this,” Oscar murmurs, “It doesn’t…I don’t want you to feel obligated to date me, but we need to be something more than teammates who fuck,”

In closing, I do truly appreciate you taking the time to come in here and send me this ask. I really love knowing there are people out there who appreciate my writing. I know it's not true, but sometimes I feel like I'm writing for an audience of one, and while I do write things that I want to write, sometimes it's nice to receive the recognition for it.

And look....I too, was probably analyzing someone's blog and porn at 18, but I was living under my parent's roof instead, and tbh, I was probably too scared to send them an ask about it.

(out of curiosity, are you the anon who also was surprised when you found out I was 32? Just wondering lmfao)

So here's your long post, with no apologies in it. Please truly do feel free to come into my inbox off anon, or send me a message, because then I can actually chat about things.

#fic asks #this was incredibly sweet #and also the emoji usage? wild #my fics #my wip #my writing

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Save my family from the devastation of war

Hello

Iam Jihad Nasser, a 34-year-old aluminum technician who took great pride in his work and his family. Jihad was deeply content with his beautiful family: his wife Ghada and their three children—Nasser, who was 6 years old, Jana, who was 10 years old, and Mohammad, who was just 2

Before the war, Jihad enjoyed a peaceful and stable life. His days were filled with work and joy, and his home was a place of hope and happiness. Each day was a new opportunity to achieve his dreams and provide security for his family. His home was filled with cherished memories and big dreams.

But then, the war arrived suddenly, opening doors to pain and fear. Bombs destroyed everything Jihad held dear—he lost his job, his workplace was wrecked, and his home, once a safe haven, was reduced to ruins. Everything turned to ashes in moments, and Jihad found himself facing a new reality full of devastation and despair.

With no choice but to flee in search of safety for his family, Jihad embarked on a difficult journey. They wandered through war-torn areas, looking for a safe place, but hope was scarce. They saw destruction in every corner, and the faces of people reflected the harshness of the times.

Amidst this darkness, Jihad clung to a small hope in his heart—the hope of finding a place that could offer his family some degree of safety and peace. Each day was a new struggle, as he fought to secure food and a place to sleep, but hope never left him.

Jihad knows that any help, no matter how small, could make the difference between life and death. Thus, he appeals to anyone who can offer assistance to his family, not just to meet their basic needs but also to help rebuild his lost dream and give his family a chance to live with dignity.

His story reminds us that behind every number and image in war news, there is a real person trying to survive and live in peace. With every helping hand extended, we can restore hope and build a better future.

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Dear Reader, I implore you to take a moment to reflect on my words. Your compassion and support could be the lifeline that saves my family from despair. 💔🇵🇸🍉 My name is Muhammad Musa, and I am a 26-year-old father living in Gaza. I find myself in an unimaginable situation, having endured the horrors of war. My wife and I welcomed our first child into this world amidst chaos, a moment I had long awaited but which turned into a struggle for survival. 😢 For the past 10 months, we have faced relentless adversity. We have been uprooted from our home more times than I can count, fleeing without adequate transportation. With only a few belongings and the bare essentials, we sought refuge wherever we could find it. I had to make the heart-wrenching decision to have my wife give birth in a shelter, without the basic necessities—no diapers, no milk, just hope and determination. 💔 Now, with our home destroyed and our dreams shattered, I am reaching out for your help. I have created a donation account to secure a better future for my wife and our newborn son. Your contribution, even a small amount of $20, can make a significant difference in our lives. It can provide us with the means to escape the dire conditions in Gaza and protect my son from the epidemics and diseases that threaten his fragile existence. Every dollar counts, and your generosity can be the beacon of hope that leads us to safety. Please consider donating to our cause; your kindness could save my family from the brink of despair. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Together, we can make a difference. With heartfelt gratitude, Muhammad Musa [Donation Link: https://gofund.me/25affbbb] 🇵🇸🍉 https://www.tumblr.com/dlxxv-vetted-donations/758752953204113408/this-campaign-is-vetted-by-association-through?source=share It might help if you shared it.

Hello Muhammad! I can't imagine what you're going through especially 10 months. I pray for the safety and well-being of you, your wife, and your child.

Please everyone donate if you can 🙏 He still has a long way to go ‼️‼️

الحرية لفلسطين من النهر للبحر

#asks #donations #mhammemosa10

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virtuallaundry · 1 year ago

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i guess to give my final thoughts on the matter, while it was his reaction that was the problem and he really shouldve just apologized (mostly to save face), the thing he actually said wasnt racist and is just a reflection of how how kr ppl living in kr society literally dont know what racism is.

to them racism is an offensive word or attacking someone based on their appearance, they dont have an understanding of the intricate layers of how racism works in a racially diverse society and as a result their only understanding of it becomes "negative thing + race = racist‼️" which is just extremely stupid

multiple times ive seen kr ppl on socmed call things racist when they were objectively not, and in the process just showing that to them, racism is just whatever they dont like

like "going to sk to get plastic surgery" shouldnt be a controversial statement bc sk is known to be a leader in it and even markets it liberally. but because plastic surgery isnt deemed positive by kr ppl (which is its own lengthy issue), saying the above becomes "racist" by associating smth krs deem bad with sk. idk im not explaining this too well but anyways this is a dumb as fuck rant blog filled with unhinged posts so what the fuck ever

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can you pleeeasseeee do something w the cowboy hat and belt buckle they gave him ‼️‼️

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

The cowboy hat stays on during sex 🕺

Warning: oral and vaginal sex.

Ps: I'm slightly high on pain medicine, so be nice <3

"What do you think?" Harry asked, twirling his body to give Y/n a full view of his outfit. He was wearing a cowboy hat that a fan had thrown on stage and a belt buckle with jeans (yeah, he had put on jeans just to try the bucket out).

The show had ended late last night and Harry went immediately to the tour bus’ room, taking his clothes off and sleeping only on his boxers, cuddling the sleepy girl waiting for him. When they woke up an arena representative asked if he could talk to Harry and gave him a beautiful belt buckle. It was unnecessary to say the singer was very happy, thanking the man and quickly calling Y/n to show her his new gift.

That's how Harry decided to give her a little show, he always enjoyed attention anyways, and the girl was very glad to help Harry and his narcissism.

"I think you look great! The fans did amazing giving you the hat, you look like a proper cowboy," she said, sitting on the edge of their bed, "a very hot one, I must say."

"Yeah, ya' think I'm hot? You don't look too bad yourself." Harry's smile turned into a smirk, " I love how this shirt shows all the hickeys I gave you some nights ago."

Y/n grabbed the buckle of his jeans, pushing him in her direction until she was faced with his naked chest, due to the high difference of having her sitting while he was standing on his feet.

"Possessive much?" Y/n teased, making eye contact with Harry, "I hope you know that I would also mark you up if it wasn't for them."

By them she meant the media and some crazy fans, they knew they should keep their relationship private and the consequences of their passion far away from Harry's body, or at least the parts that the public could see. Y/n normally didn't care about that, she was used to it as much as Harry was, it was just another part of their atypical relationship.

Harry on the other hand felt guilty, not wanting to feel like he was keeping her a secret. She wanted to give a smack on her head when Harry's lustful eyes turned remorseful.

"You know if it was up to me I would scream to the whole world you are my girlfriend, right?" He knelt in front of her, stroking her soft cheeks, "I don't mean to make you go through all of this, we just need to give the fans a bit more time to process those paparazzi photos."

2 months ago, when the couple had decided to go out on a walk on the beach they found three different paparazzi following them, minutes later Jeff called, saying they were trending on Twitter since 'Harry Styles had found a girlfriend', even though they didn't even hold hands, wanting to keep the walk as family-friendly as possible.

Needless to say, Harry and Y/n’s lives have changed since that. They hadn't been dating for too long when the pictures came out, they just didn't expect the media to be all over them, but it was understandable, considering that was the first picture taken of the couple ever.

So now Y/n was extremely private on social media, always taking care to not give anyone reason to start bad rumors about her because now that she was linked with Harry, all of her actions would reflect on his public figure.

"Harry, baby," she gently said, "I understand, we already had this talk multiple times, all that matters to me is that I have you, and that's more than enough, ok?"

He smiled, kissing her on the tip of her nose before putting his head on her naked thighs, "I don't deserve you, darling," he said, placing his lips on her skin, "but let me make up for it, alright?"

"Make up for it?" She asked, not quite getting his intentions.

The man just laughed, accommodating himself on the floor and opening her thighs. "Yeah, gonna give you a treat for being such an amazing girlfriend, but you need to be quiet, understand?"

Excitement filled the girl's body, swiftly nodding her head at the moment Harry lifted her shirt, leaving her bare in front of him, except for her underwear.

Harry looked at her body up and down, staring at her tits and finally her blue panties. He brought his tongue to her clothed center, sucking her clit through the satin fabric while Y/n gasped, holding to the duvet for dear life.

His fingers pushed the underwear to the side, getting a full view of her already wet pussy, he licked his lips, as if he was contemplating his favorite meal. Harry lap on her, playing with her bigger lips until he pushed in with his tongue, desperately fucking her, his hands grabbing the side of Y/n's thighs, trying to keep her in place.

Abruptly his tongue left her hole, being replaced by two of his fingers, which slid inside of her with ease. His cherry lips attached themselves to her button, swirling his tongue sloppily, trying to make her climax.

Her fingers were now holding into his cowboy hat, bringing him closer to her cunt as possible, his left hand was caressing her back calmly, doing the opposite of his mouth, which happened to be playing harshly with her clit.

In a few minutes she was cumming on his tongue, her body was shakily given the over-stimulating from having his fingers fucking themselves into her. Y/n tried not to moan, but the pleasure was too much, raspy sounds left her voice while Harry buried himself in her.

The girl left his hat, tapping the side of his head, making the man look at her, wetting dripping on his chin. "Did it feel good, sweetheart?" He asked arrogantly while getting up and laying by her side, bringing her head to his chest, and softly caressing her head.

A few moments went by until Y/n could finally find her voice again, "that was...wow."

"Yeah? Am I that good?" He asked, a cocky expression on his face, which quickly turned into confusion when Y/n hooked her legs around his hips, turning them around and getting on top of Harry.

Y/n threw the buckle belt on the side of the mattress and got rid of his jeans, "yeah, you're good, but I want more." She started rubbing herself on his bulge, trembling because of the amazing friction.

Harry held her love handles, dictating her rhythm while he tried to bite back his moans, "fuck, if I knew you were this horny I would have fucked you earlier this morning."

He groaned when she pulled out his boxers, her hands looking small compared to the size of his cock. She took the hat that had fallen when they laid down on the bed and placed it back in his head, "save a horse, ride a cowboy. That’s what they say." She whispered to his ear.

She stroked his cock until it was hard and licking pre-cum, without any warning, she lined up his pink head on her entrance, sinking into him. Harry rolled his eyes, bulking his hips, trying to get as deep as possible inside her cunt. Y/n slowly began to ride him, her nails leaving red marks on the side of his butterfly tattoo.

Cowgirl was one of her favorite positions because of how deep Harry’s dick could get inside her, hitting the outside of her cervix, making her trembled. Her clit was nicely rubbing against his pubic bone.

“Stretching you good, baby?” he asked in a raspy voice, holding her rib cage, “you look so pretty like that, ya have no idea.”

“Fuck, Harry”, she cried, holding into his shoulder for support, “feels so good, you fill me up so nice.”

Harry took the cowboy hat from his head and placed it on her’s smiling at her. “Can you go faster, sweetheart? Love you so much.”

The girl held into the hat and bent her body down, so her tits were right into Harry’s face, his teeth softly bit her nipples, sucking on the nub while Y/n ground her hips against him. Her ass was squeezed by Harry’s hand as he once again, gained control of her rhythm, making her roll her body more frenetically.

With a few more thrusts of her hips, she felt Harry released inside her with a moan, seconds after she followed him, drenching his body on her wetness. The man lazily pounded his hips, spilling all he had inside her, feeling her walls contracting around his cock, milking him dry.

Y/n fell into his body, still connected to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, listening to his breathing as her body calmed down. Her eyes were closed, feeling too tired suddenly, but Harry began talking to her, making her alert again.

“Wanna take a nap, baby?” he asked, taking the hat from her, placing it on the nightstand, and kissing her lips sweetly.

“Yeah, can you stay with me? Or do you have to practice with the band?” she was fighting her tiredness, for some reason she always felt the need to sleep after an intense orgasm, and well, she just had two.

“Course I can, I would never lose a nap session with my favorite cowgirl,” he charmingly said, kissing her forehead and wrapping their bodies on the soft duvet.

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