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to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing

icl guys i come back and look at some of my work from like 2018/19 and i'm like damn...i rly wrote that at 18/19 years old and i try so hard not to cringe at it bc clearly people still like it but to me its like aaaa i could do so much better now!!

#reya.txt #just some thoughts #eek

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The people of Gaza are asking for YOUR help today. Here are some VETTED campaigns you should donate to and share widely.

(may 23rd):

Help Almoghrabi family to evacuate Gaza strip (@amjad20011) - Amjad needs to evacuate with his wife and his son, who isn't even 3 years old.

Support Ruba's family's urgent evacuation (@rubashaban) - Ruba's family are lacking the basic necessities of life; she has an elderly father who desperately needs to be evacuated.

Save little Yusuf and his family (@ahmednabubake) - Yusuf is in an intensive care unit fighting for his life in Gaza; he needs urgent evacuation alongside his family.

Help Belal and his family to evacuate from Gaza (@alaajshaat) - Belal has lost too much to this war and needs to support himself and his family.

Help Ahmed's family evacuate (@malkzaeem) - Ahmed needs to save his wife, 4 children, and severely injured father.

Help Ezzideen Shehab and his family evacuate (@helpezzideen) - Ezzideen, a young doctor, and his parents, siblings, and young brother Mazen urgently need to evacuate.

Help Iman’s family find safety (@imaneyad) - Iman has a family of 7 who need to find safety.

Support three orphaned children and their mother (@abedbahlool) - TW Graphic image. Asmaa is a mother of three and lost her husband due to the aggression.

Help save Bassam and his family (@lailashaqoura) - Bassam has five young children and has already lost 9 members of his wife's family.

Save Firas' family (@prosolitudeeee) - Firas is a of two children, a 10-month-old boy and a two-year-old girl, who are in need of safe haven in Egypt.

Help Hani's family evacuate (@skatehani) - A Palestinian skater trying to evacuate 10 members of his family.

Help Omar evacuate (@omarsobhi) - Omar is a 20 year old Palestinian student who wants to save himself and his family from this genocide.

Help Tahseen and his family (@tahseenmush) - Tahseen and his family are from northern Gaza and need urgent help to survive this genocide.

Help Nader's family to evacuate from Gaza (@nadershoshaa) - Nader and his family, consisting of six members, are currently displaced in the south; help them evacuate and survive.

Marah needs to save her family (@marahsalem) - Marah is trying to get reunited with her family, which consists of 5 members who need to urgently evacuate.

Help Mahmoud's family evacuate (@mahmoud0qassas) - Mahmoud and his family need to get to Egypt. His brother in law needs medical attention ASAP.

Yosof's family needs to evacuate (@yosofzaeem) - Yosof’s family needs to evacuate urgently; member of their family needs medical attention.

This list is supposed to call you to action. Please do not scroll past without contributing. Choose at least one fundraiser to support today. $5 can save lives. If you cannot donate, share these campaigns.

Looking for more campaigns?

ficsforgaza

Are you a fic writer and looking for a way to get involved? Or are you a reader who would be up for supporting ongoing fundraisers for Gaza?

This blog has been set up for supporting the cause!

Fic writers, you can either have your current drafts/ideas “sponsored” or open yourself up to requests! Readers will make a donation to a vetted fundraiser for Gaza and, after submitting proof, will be gifted a request or will support a writer in advancing their fics!

Please click here to learn more about how this works, and visit the blog for more links including how to sign up, which writers are currently participating, and some vetted, open fundraisers which need your help!

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selenastaylors

okay besties everyone put in their tags what theyre majoring or what they majored in im so curious

#joint honours international relations and korean!!

prettyboykatsuki-moved

a lot of people who shit on x reader could never write it even if they tried because it's genuinely very complex to write well narratively in a way i dont think shipfic with two pre-determined characters is not

#PERIODDDDDD #i wanna come back and write more

legendaryjarcollection

Being-A-Creative-On-Tumblr-Culture is going through all of the 24 reblogs on your post with 357 notes just to get just enough serotonin to get through your day by reading what the five god sent people who left tags wrote

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prettyboykatsuki-moved

“x reader is so cringe.” to YOU. im reading this shit and having a ball ‼️

chu-ni

[sometime late at night.]

a/n: it seems like im always coming and going on this blog lol but it is genuinely bc i am so busy!! im in seoul now, and classes are crazy but i really wanted to get this one out bc its been sitting in my drafts for way too long....anyway i hope you're all keeping well <3

also listen to this while reading pleaseeee

wc: 737

warnings: brief mention of hands touching t*tties but everyone is fully clothed i promiseeee

"Sorry. Again."

You immediately turn to look at Mark, and find him staring at the ceiling of the car. You don't think you've ever seen him look so drained, or so tired. His eyes are still rimmed with red, and theres nothing more you want than to just help him.

"It's fine, Mark."

"No it isn't. I ruined everything. I ruin everything. I pushed you away cause I was being an asshole. I let my girlfriend get away from me." He chuckles, but theres no humour in it. If anything, he seems on the verge of tears again. Your hands shoot out to his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. "Listen to me, Mark. I already forgave you; so stop beating yourself up about it. You're my best friend. I'm not letting you get away that easily. And as for your ex..." You take a breath, " None of that was your fault. She chose to do what she did. You chose to be a good person. And that's what I love about you, Mark. You always choose to be good." You're looking at him, searching his eyes for something that says he's heard you. Something that says he believes every word you said. The way he returns your gaze is something different - like he's looking at you in a new light, like something just clicked into place for him.

You feel his hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his thumbs resting on your lips. You see his eyes linger on them for longer than necessary, and then rise to meet yours. You hear his quick inhale/exhale, like he's preparing to say something.

"Is it- Is it okay if I come a little closer?" he murmurs, his eyes begging yours for permission. You nod, the tension between you pulled so taut it would take the slightest disturbance to make it snap.

He crashes his lips onto yours and it's like a dam has broken - your lips moulding and moving with his in an emotionally charged dance. Mark's hands rove all over you, and a spark of electricity runs down your spine when he lets out a whimper and his hands come to rest on your chest, fondling them with care. You barely have time to breathe before he's back for more, like he can barely get enough. His tongue explores your mouth, carefully at first but gaining speed as he gains confidence. Its all you can do not to fall apart in his arms.

Finally you pull apart, chests heaving, lips slightly swollen, and a trail of saliva between your lips the only tangible evidence of what you'd both just done.

You fall back against your seat, staring into the ceiling, much like Mark had done before.

"Sorry. That was a lot, wasn't it?"

"Stop apologising, Mark!" He flinches a little, and you soften. "I should apologise,"

He whips round, confused. "You're vulnerable right now, and we just..." You find yourself unable to meet his gaze, the volume of your voice significantly decreasing. "We just....did that."

He sighs, and you can feel him rolling his eyes. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have done it, Y/N. For real. Now let's....do that, again."

Happy to oblige, you kiss him until you're dizzy; until this time its Mark who pulls away, realising the time and scrambling to get you home as he fumbles to put the keys in the ignition. You zoom through the streets, and neither of you can deny the tug at your chests when he finally pulls up to your drive. Wordlessly, he leans in again, you returning the action, both of your lips aiming to meet in the middle. You giggle, surprised when you find your noses have squished together instead. Leaning back, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepish, and go in again.

This time, your lips meet properly, engaging in one last final dance before you pull away, Mark rushing you out of the car and up to your door. While he stays in the car, you find he never once stops staring at you until you've entered the house and the door has shut behind you. Only then do you hear the revving of his engine, signalling he's gone.

That night, you head to sleep with cheeks that ache from smiling so much, and a heart thats beginning to put itself back together.

#icymi <3

[sometime late at night.]

a/n: it seems like im always coming and going on this blog lol but it is genuinely bc i am so busy!! im in seoul now, and classes are crazy but i really wanted to get this one out bc its been sitting in my drafts for way too long....anyway i hope you're all keeping well <3

also listen to this while reading pleaseeee

wc: 737

warnings: brief mention of hands touching t*tties but everyone is fully clothed i promiseeee

"Sorry. Again."

You immediately turn to look at Mark, and find him staring at the ceiling of the car. You don't think you've ever seen him look so drained, or so tired. His eyes are still rimmed with red, and theres nothing more you want than to just help him.

"It's fine, Mark."

"No it isn't. I ruined everything. I ruin everything. I pushed you away cause I was being an asshole. I let my girlfriend get away from me." He chuckles, but theres no humour in it. If anything, he seems on the verge of tears again. Your hands shoot out to his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. "Listen to me, Mark. I already forgave you; so stop beating yourself up about it. You're my best friend. I'm not letting you get away that easily. And as for your ex..." You take a breath, " None of that was your fault. She chose to do what she did. You chose to be a good person. And that's what I love about you, Mark. You always choose to be good." You're looking at him, searching his eyes for something that says he's heard you. Something that says he believes every word you said. The way he returns your gaze is something different - like he's looking at you in a new light, like something just clicked into place for him.

You feel his hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his thumbs resting on your lips. You see his eyes linger on them for longer than necessary, and then rise to meet yours. You hear his quick inhale/exhale, like he's preparing to say something.

"Is it- Is it okay if I come a little closer?" he murmurs, his eyes begging yours for permission. You nod, the tension between you pulled so taut it would take the slightest disturbance to make it snap.

He crashes his lips onto yours and it's like a dam has broken - your lips moulding and moving with his in an emotionally charged dance. Mark's hands rove all over you, and a spark of electricity runs down your spine when he lets out a whimper and his hands come to rest on your chest, fondling them with care. You barely have time to breathe before he's back for more, like he can barely get enough. His tongue explores your mouth, carefully at first but gaining speed as he gains confidence. Its all you can do not to fall apart in his arms.

Finally you pull apart, chests heaving, lips slightly swollen, and a trail of saliva between your lips the only tangible evidence of what you'd both just done.

You fall back against your seat, staring into the ceiling, much like Mark had done before.

"Sorry. That was a lot, wasn't it?"

"Stop apologising, Mark!" He flinches a little, and you soften. "I should apologise,"

He whips round, confused. "You're vulnerable right now, and we just..." You find yourself unable to meet his gaze, the volume of your voice significantly decreasing. "We just....did that."

He sighs, and you can feel him rolling his eyes. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have done it, Y/N. For real. Now let's....do that, again."

Happy to oblige, you kiss him until you're dizzy; until this time its Mark who pulls away, realising the time and scrambling to get you home as he fumbles to put the keys in the ignition. You zoom through the streets, and neither of you can deny the tug at your chests when he finally pulls up to your drive. Wordlessly, he leans in again, you returning the action, both of your lips aiming to meet in the middle. You giggle, surprised when you find your noses have squished together instead. Leaning back, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepish, and go in again.

This time, your lips meet properly, engaging in one last final dance before you pull away, Mark rushing you out of the car and up to your door. While he stays in the car, you find he never once stops staring at you until you've entered the house and the door has shut behind you. Only then do you hear the revving of his engine, signalling he's gone.

That night, you head to sleep with cheeks that ache from smiling so much, and a heart thats beginning to put itself back together.