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Heyyy This might be unexpected?? I’m not sure
This is (probably) not gonna be a long 2k word post. It’s gonna be pretty short (maybe)
TW: Cursing maybe
yeah cause writing about people(’)s comfort characters being abusive and toxic is fun and quirky
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There is obviously so much more happening around the world, this is just a some. Please reblog and share to spread awareness!
a thousand words
pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader
word count - 2322
genre - hurt/comfort
format - drabbles
warnings - crying, focal point on being touch starved, use of xiao's real name because i love him, cursing in scara's because there will ALWAYS be cursing in scara's
summary - a touch starved reader crumbles upon being given love and affection for the first time by their beloved <3
a/n - hop aboard the self indulgent train!!!/hj but this idea has been on my mind for a while now so i'm eager to write it! :D also this is borderline rambling i apologize if it's not your thing :')))
our actions hold within them partial universes created of stardust and glitter, and a thousand words rooted in the slight slip of one's hand across another's cheek, or perhaps a longing, loving gaze that manages to enrapture another and speak volumes in silence. a simple hug would speak even more than thick, yellowed books and detailed encyclopedias that stretch on for volume upon volume.
you began to realize this when the way in which he caressed your cheek with such love had you melting under his breathy gaze and falling limp in his arms. his body alone seemed to preach with an airy cadence without a single word escaping past his lips.
for so long you'd bared the biting nip of frosting cold and let a sheen of ice coat itself along your skin. yet his touch seemed to melt what remained of blooming winter both in your heart and soul and left behind a shivering something, curled up in a ball and smaller than a marble: the desire for affection, to be loved, and to be wanted.
even now as his arms fit snug around your body for the first time, you let your mind wander to your times of icy frost and barren loneliness where only the softness of your pillow could provide some sort of solace for the gaping hole in your heart where loving hugs and kisses to your cheek were supposed to fit perfectly.
"is this okay?"
you wanted to laugh bitterly at how courteous he was,
"such a gentleman, of course it is." you teased despite the watery waver to the tail end of your voice.
when his arms drew tighter around your body and you felt his lips come to once again melt away at the snow around your temple, your mind drew back to those sleepless nights where all you longed for was one single hug, and suddenly all the snow had been thawed by his touch and left behind a calm, gentle stream of rivulets that trickled down your cheeks from the reservoirs hidden behind your eyes.
oh, how loved you felt in his arms.
content utc!
to tell them apart when they were babies mama miya used to make her boys giggle because atsumu squeals when he laughs, and his whole face scrunches up with his smile. osamu on the other hand yells before biting one of his feet cause he doesnt know what to do when hes so happy!!
IM CYRING
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
please please PLEASE reblog this
Life’s too precious. If you feel like this, please know that it gets better. And that people are always happy to lend an ear; heck drop me a message too. But never, ever think about taking your own life.
every single time I read this,i remember how i tried back then. but don’t do it.
please reblog if you’re reading this!!!
Reblog besties, This is really important.
I need this sometimes, please reblog for anyone else who needs this
This reminds me of this scene:
*Violent uncontrollable sobbing*
*Nose starts bleeding*
Well arent i glad that my mum isn’t in the room rn because i started sobbing
As a person who’s been having SO many intrusive thoughts lately: thank you for this post
PLEASE REBLOG THIS BECAUSE YOU MAY NEVER KNOW WHO MIGHT NEED TO HEAR THIS
If anyone ever needs anything dm me, i am here for ya
DID I
i miss u
a 15 year old black girl with ADHD was incarcerated by a judge in michigan because she didn’t complete her homework.
grace was put on probation because of charges of assault and theft for “biting her mother’s finger and pulling her hair” and stealing another student’s mobile phone which she later returned. she expressed remorse at her actions multiple times afterwards and participated in therapy sessions and completely stayed out of trouble, her mother and teacher said that she was doing well at school despite the switch to online classes which caused her to become distracted due to her ADHD. she couldn’t keep up with her homework and her caseworker filed a violation of probabtion against her without bothering to learn about her disabilty or academic performance. the judge ellen brennan called her a “threat to the community”. all because she didn’t complete her fucking homework. she’s been in the juvenile detention centre for over a month now.
There is a petition to free her, please sign it and if anyone can find any other resources to help her please add them here
UPDATE:
Grace’s case has been dissmissed and her next one is not until SEPTEMBER!!!! THIS IS NOT OKAY! She is a 15 year old girl!
Her family has opened up a gofundme to pay for legal expenses! Please considering donating and/or signal boosting this! Please still sign the petition and check the resources at the bottom of the change.org page on who to contact to help her case!
#JUSTICE4GRACE
#FREEGRACE
last words of a shooting star
tags: hitoshi shinso x male reader, slight self-deprecation
w.count: 1.4k
You loved Hitoshi Shinsou. You were sure of it, with how light bursted deep within your chest when he looked at you. His indigo eyes, a beautiful mixture of lavender and lilac and all things soothing. He looks at you with all-seeing, omniscient eyes that pierce your soul in the very area you stand. He’s everything you loved, and, yet, everything you loathed. All in-between and outside, every missing part of you could be found within him.
It scares you, the dark pools reverent of sleepless nights that sit beneath his eyes. You wonder what haunts his dreams, what keeps his strained eyes awake until the night is pulled away from his grasp.
You wonder what races through his mind when he looks at you, when his calloused fingers grip the grey scarf flowing just above his collarbones. You wonder when he developed the habit of raking his fingers through his hair when he got upset, purple locks flowing back into place as if strategically disheveled. The same fingers that were picked at, tapped against his knee as it bounced, clawed as they wrapped around the warm skin of his bicep as chilly air sent goosebumps across his olive skin.
sayu will come home sayu will come home sayu will come home SA-
I love how everyones just agreed that daishou is a naga in a fantasy au
Snake
Warnings - cursing, unedited
Note: He could strangle me and I'd apologize. Also tf is his eye colour???
Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI or you're a horrible person who disrespects boundaries of writers :)
You had one job.
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THE DAISHOU SIMP COUNCIL HAS APPROVED
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Pls check it out !!! Or at least go reblog this or the commission post, there’s something I really want buy :,) you don’t have to it just would help out a lot sobs
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Now that’s more like it!
when people reblog my writing, it makes me so soft and happy 🥺💕
When people reblog my poems, drabbles or art…the feeling of happiness is just….*insert a rant that I have but not gonna say*
Reblog things
I didn’t waste 10 hours posing things to not get notes
yearning; s. hitoshi
Summary: Y/N thinks while Hitoshi naps.
Pairing: Shinso Hitoshi/Male! Reader
Warnings: Description of depression, self-deprecation, angst, not my best writing honestly
Word Count: 558 words
Notes: Don’t ask me where this came from because I don’t know. I just know it kind of sucks. So, I apologize.
Y/N watched Hitoshi from across the classroom. His violet hair was more of a mess than it normally was as strands strayed away from the natural formation. It wasn’t too different from how it normally looked, but Y/N still noticed. His eyes were closed, and his head was against the desk, and Y/N wished he could help relieve the exhaustion Hitoshi suffered from.
Sleepless nights full of insomnia and anxiety, and sometimes laying next to Y/N helped. Sometimes.
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