☞ hello my name is ✦ khlara ✦ and this is my writing blog
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↳ want u 2 want me 2- semi eita
☞ smau:
↳ until you came along - miya osamu
▻ prećis: an unfortunate accident rendered you unable to remember important events from your past. now living in the present as a successful business owner, a man pops up in your life, you have no idea who he is but there was a sense of familiarty when you look at him.
➤ finally, be safe everyone and always remember to drink lots of water, sanitize and smile ♡
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I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
tw: mental health issues and sexual assault mention.
hello.
so, posts like these are never easy to draft up or write and honestly i’m already mortified thinking about posting this.
recently, my life has taken a nosedive down and i’m making this post asking for help.
in december, my sister started displaying some mental health issues and while some of the symptoms weren’t anything i haven’t seen before (she’s dealt with major depressive episodes in the past), there were two days that spooked me to my core. she was curled up in the fetal position in the corner of her room, and didn’t recognize our family members. she thought we were strangers.
she was then put on a 5150 hold, and from then she voluntarily left to a group home. the diagnosis given was schizophrenia, and was given medication that to this day has given her neurological problems.
she has difficulty holding her phone, walking, talking and i can see she’s fighting with herself, desperate to just speak her mind.
unfortunately, at the group home- she was assaulted.
i would like to take a break and just breathe- because after reading all of that, and especially since it’s such a heavy subject; i know it can weigh heavy on someone’s heart and mind.
continuing on, i would like to offer some insight of my life- i’ve been adverse on doing so in the past, but i hope this won’t be taken advantage of.
i moved out when i was 16, and since then i haven’t relied on anyone financially. at 18 i was granted guardianship to my 3 siblings, and at that age i was responsible for a 16, 14, and 12 year old(s).
i’d like to say i’ve done a pretty good job at raising them. they’re my pride and joy but unfortunately i wasn’t born with a silver spoon… or any spoon for that matter lol.
right now, i know everyone is going through financial hardships but i am in need of help for my sisters physical and mental therapies.
i’ve exhausted my savings and while i would do so in a heartbeat over and over, i just need help.
if possible, i’ll leave my cashapp; i also have zelle but i can provide that with a dm for anything anyone would be able to spare.
once again, i know things are difficult- but if you can… it would be an immense help, and that’s something i really need at this moment.
i know i don’t have grounds to stand on, i haven’t posted in a long time. but if my works have ever entertained you, caused you comfort, or have been something to just pass the time- i would appreciate a reblog or any help.
thank you for your time, and i promise- i’ll come back to you all with works to keep bringing you joy and giggles when i can.
*inhales* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE TEACHER NANAMI AND TEACHER READER OLEASE I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES I PROMISE TO GIVE YOU MY FIRST CHILD EVERYTHING YIU NEED PLEASE JUST GIVE US MORE TEACHER NANAMIII 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
everyone keep their children to themselves...!!!
the day nanami realized he was madly in love with you was not some dramatic, earth-shattering moment. no, it was when he walked into your classroom, expecting to borrow a simple whiteboard marker, and instead found you holding a live pigeon like some kind of disney princess. "why," he began slowly, blinking at the scene before him, "are you holding a pigeon?"
"oh, hey, nanami," you greeted him, as if nothing about this situation was abnormal. "meet genie."
"genie." he repeated, tone flat.
"yeah! the kids wanted to name him 'mr. pipi,' but, you know… obvious reasons."
nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. "right. obvious reasons."
the children were gathered around you, eyes wide with wonder, absolutely enchanted by the pigeon sitting comfortably in your hands. the bird, for whatever reason, looked completely at peace. in fact, it looked happy. "we were talking about birds today," you explained cheerfully. "and i thought, what better way to learn than with a real one?"
"and how did you acquire a real one?" nanami asked, already dreading the answer.
"i found him in the parking lot. he just let me pick him up."
"of course he did," nanami muttered, because if there was anyone who could just randomly befriend a pigeon, it was you. as you continued your enthusiastic (if wildly inaccurate) explanation of bird anatomy, nanami barely registered the nonsense leaving your mouth.
“this is his wing, and he uses it to flap around.”
“and his feathers help him fly, just like how airplanes have wings!”
("you are personally offending every biologist alive.")
but the kids were enamored. they nodded along, absolutely believing every word you said. meanwhile, nanami’s class—who had followed him like little ducklings—stood in the doorway crying about how they wanted a pigeon too.
"mr. nanami, it's not fair!"
"we wanna see genie too!"
"why does their class get a cool bird and we don’t?!"
nanami sighed. “we are not getting a pigeon.”
a week later, nanami's class had a hamster named pringles. “so,” you said, leaning against his desk as he watched pringles roll around in his little enclosure, “how does it feel, being out-parented?”
"we are not their parents," nanami deadpanned.
"aren't we?" you grinned. "i mean, we literally argued over pet custody. we had meetings to ensure genie and pringles had separate, safe spaces. you had a full-blown existential crisis when genie tried to eat pringles."
nanami massaged his temples. "genie should not have been near pringles in the first place."
"oh, so now you agree with me?" you teased. he sighed. "i always agreed with you. i just—" he cut himself off, lips pressing into a thin line. you tilted your head. "just what?"
he glanced at you, at the way you smiled at him so effortlessly, and he felt the realization hit him like a freight train.
he was so incredibly, hopelessly in love with you.
"...nothing," he muttered. "i'm going to lunch."
"oh! combined lunch today?"
"no."
you laughed, and nanami hated how it made his heart race.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog my post.
I was getting suspicions but now I'm very 100% sure that most of this website's userbase hates Palestinians and not passively. I'm now fully 100% comprehending that the vast majority of this website's userbase passes by any mention of Palestinians and seethes to their core and the only reason little of it came out was because you thought there might be social repercussions for attacking Palestinians in our time of need. All it took was an easily debunkable false accusation to get people to attack people undergoing genocide as well as a genocide survivor, and now he's been stopped from doing the work he has spent months doing. I will not allow this experience to go undocumented or forgotten. Those who partook in the harassment know what they've done and the unspeakable repurcussions of it. I expected this honestly, because that is exactly what happened to BLM and other Black rights activists since 2014; a cycle of unbelievable praise before horrendous abuse and harassment once they stopped being deified. I also saw the way people treated Moataz Azaiza after he evacuated Ghazzah, and expected the same to happen to Ahmed, who also survived unspeakable things for months in an accelerated genocide, and got harassed and attacked by the THOUSANDS on tumblr after this harassment campaign was put out. I will not forgive any one involved, especially not for what they've done to Ahmed.
Here's a collection of links to posts about the issue in the past couple of days, in chronological order I think. And under the cut will be screenshots of the initial post that I saw that brought this to my attention.
[Post 1] [Post 2] [Post 3] [Post 4] [Post 5]
[Post 6] [Post 7] [Post 8] [Post 9] [Post 10]
[Post 11] [Post 12] Edit: forgot one [Post 13].
These links are absolutely non-exhaustive and there's more shit these people have said that I don't have the patience to go collect and link here.
Honorable mention for white victim-playing after leading a hate-campaign against Palestinians surviving genocide:
If you have ever benefitted from my or another Palestinian blogger's posts, especially but not limited to my and nabulsi's vetted fundraiser list, reblog this post. The baseless accusations got thousands of notes, and the damage will not be undone if this doesn't reach the people who got misinformed.
it’s so strange, why is it that whenever i post about spreading awareness while speaking up against violence, that’s the time where i lose interactions?
especially on twitter. it’s disappointing! no matter how much i convince people to spread the word and speak up, they just turn completely blind.
i’ve lost hope. i know this is controversial but the fandom which i’m disappointed most at is kpop. while i’ve met some kpop fans who’re vocal, majority of the fans i’ve interacted with have become distant eversince i’ve been speaking up alot about palestine, congo, sudan, bangladesh, and the philippines. it makes me sad because kpop has helped me in my worst times, and seeing that the people in it won’t even lend a hand to those BEGGING for help, it’s been urging me to force myself to detach myself from it’s fandom.
i feel so bad for the people who are asking for help. all my prayers will go to you. please remember you are not alone. i stand here by your side.
i don’t care if i lose followers for what i am speaking up for. if losing followers means saving people from violence, then so it be!
putting pressure on elected officials works. let's keep up the pressure to #CeasefireNOW and end the genocide.
Digital illustration of an upset asian woman with long curly hair. She is wearing a striped wrap dress and holding a dove. There's text that reads, 'keep up the pressure, end the genocide.'
Hello 👋 This is Shaima and his family from Gaza. Please help us evacuate to safety, complete schooling for our children and find a source of income after the destruction of what we own. We live in difficult circumstances and a difficult life 🙏🏼 ❤️ Please share and spread the campaign because I urgently need help and the matter is urgent. Because the campaign is going slowly, there is no water and little food. It is very difficult for us to get a little food. Please donate and please share. Shaima, Diaa and their four children. https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-shymaas-family-reunite-in-egypt?utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link_all&utm_source=customer
the philippines got hit by Typhoon Carina (or known by its international name, Typhoon Gaemi) yesterday and the effects of the nonstop rain put metro manila under a state of calamity as intense flooding hit the capital along with many other areas in luzon
rains have stopped now in most places and water levels are beginning to recede, but since many were evacuated from their homes, lots of people are in need of assistance
here is a running list of donation drives (accepting monetary or in-kind donations) that you can support to help those who were affected by the typhoon
note: all listed drives as of now only accept monetary donations via cash transfer methods that can only be done from within the ph
if youre able to help, it will definitely go a long way. thank you!
Hey stayblr, I've been thinking of ways we can unite to help Palestine in the current genocide. With Israel closing borders again, no aid is allowed in and local organizations on the ground urgently need our help. So, i thought of rallying to raise donations for Palestine, big or small, as every dollar counts and can truly make a difference. Our initial target is to raise 1500 dollars, to be split between Care for Gaza and UNRWA. We’ll raise the target goal according to our progress!
For transparency, donations will be received through my Kofi, with daily updates on our progress. Here are the links to UNRWA’s and Careforgaza’s work in Gaza!
Palestinians are saying that this is the worst phase of the genocide yet. They need as much of our help as we can give them, so please, let’s all stand together for this.
If you cannot donate
- please reblog and share around!
- stream hind’s hall (all proceeds will be donated to unrwa!
▻ prećis: an unfortunate accident rendered you unable to remember important events from your past. now living in the present as a successful business owner, a man pops up in your life, you have no idea who he is but there was a sense of familiarty when you look at him.
▻ pairing: timeskip! miya osamu x designer!f! reader
▻ tags: angst, romance, comedy, accidents, longing, drama, exes to lovers type beat, inspired by the movie “My Amnesia Girl”, timeskip, aged up, smau and written
▻ tw/cw: mentions of illness/injuries, hospital & death, swearing, heartbreak, alcohol use
note: gonna be irregular updates but m so excited to share this with you all. sweating my pits off doing this haha.
status: coming soon..
INTRODUCING: y/n & the gang // osamu & unwanted employees
Leather sticks to your back. Clammy. Unforgiving. The discomfort wakes you.
As you rouse to consciousness, a pleasant soreness of utter satisfaction blooms between your thighs and in your muscles. It brings a slow smile. You stretch out with ease, joints popping and cracking.
Huh. You can stretch out with ease.
Propping yourself up on elbows, you blink away the gum in your eyes. Changbin is nowhere to be found.
There is, however, another.
“Looking for someone?”
In the dim studio light, a glare of harsh red confuses until features—unsettlingly serene—sharpen with clarity. Your heart stops— something stops.
Oh, fuck.
“W— What are you... Where’s Changbin? Why—”
Chan cocks his head. “He stepped out. Getting coffee, probably, right in time for you to wake up to. He’s sweet like that.”
He rakes a lazy gaze over your entirely naked form from the chair he’s sitting on, the disdain in his eyes so clear it ventures on borderline disgust. Shouldn’t make you so giddy. Shouldn’t make you want to spread your legs and extend invitation. You should be screaming and covering up. He hates you.
“How did you...”
“How did I know he was here?” He scoffs. “The man I’ve spent every day with for ten years? How did I know where he’d disappear to when he wanted to hide something from me?”
“Listen, I—”
“Oh, I'm not interested in, like, anything you have to say,” he says. “I’m here for Bin.”
“And I’m here with Bin,” you snap. “By actual invitation.”
Chan’s composure slips into a cold glare. “Are you suggesting I'm not wanted here? In my own boyfriends’ studio?”
“Of course not.” You try to reign it in, the potential for disaster sticking at the back of your throat. It’d only take one word for this to blow. “I just think that if he was actually trying to hide this from you, he’d have taken me somewhere else. We didn’t even plan on this.” You gesture to yourself as exhibit A. “It just happened.”
“Right. Sure it did. Like you haven’t been texting him every day for two weeks begging for this.”
“Begging?”
“Desperation stinks, honey.”
“So does jealousy.”
He stares, runs his tongue over his perfect teeth. Wolfish. Sends a shiver down your spine. “You know,” he says, folds his arms. His leather jacket tightens. “I can’t fathom what it is that Changbin sees in you.”
Your skin prickles, nerves surging as though bracing themselves for the incoming onslaught.
“Jisungie and Minho, I understand. I get it. Minho is beautiful, talented. He has so much going for him, even I was taken with him when we first met.” He purses his lips, unfolds his arms and gestures to you. “But you? You’re just—”
You rise from the sofa and quickly tug Changbin’s discarded hoodie on, the garment falling to your upper thigh.
“You’re like night and day,” Chan continues. “Total opposites. I mean; you work in a coffee shop, right? No prospects other than that? At your age?”
You glance around for your phone. Can’t find it.
“How did you and Minho even meet? He couldn’t have found someone more interesting to live with? Or fuck?” He leans forward, an attempt to catch your attention. “Because you two are also fucking right? But you’re not, like, together. It’s not real. Can’t say I'm shocked he didn’t want to commit. It’s the only thing about this that makes sense—”
And blind rage guides your hand when you turn towards him and swing a sharp slap across his cheek, the painful smack ringing out across the studio.
Chan seizes and grips his face, vivid colour blooming on the pale, flawless skin. Your palm stings, and it feels fucking awesome. Eases the bitter pain in your chest. Cools the lust that simmers beneath your hatred, for that should be all you’re feeling— hatred. Pure contempt. Revulsion and rage towards the man that so belittles you. Yet the little black box sheepishly lifts it lid, trembling with arousal at the heinous appeals of his degradation. It whispers the joys of being on your knees at Chan’s mercy, of taking from him whatever he might be good enough to give, because you are as appalling as he claims— a dirty, desperate fuck toy that would give her left arm just for a lick of the obscene parts of him.
You slam the lid of the black box down and spit it at. Enough is enough.
It’s high time you stood tall and recognised that the man you admired as a genius of production, a musical prodigy, a deity among men, ‘CB97’—all that you loved of him from afar and still do up close—is in reality, a giant asshole.
fst marathon event~ next chapter in 24 hrs. drop a reblog and comment, show your support and i'll keep the content coming x
