This website is still here and some of the asks are heartbreaking. Like “Jamie wants a new pair of jeans because he’s never had new clothes before”. Or “Kayla wants a bag with her name on it for when she moves foster homes again.”
A lot of these kids ask for brand name clothing and it sounds pretentious but having one nice new fashionable piece of clothing means a lot when all your previous clothes have come out of black trash bags from charities.
Btw, you can filter wishes based on gender, age, price, etc to help you find the perfect wish for you. This charity is LGBTQ-affirming (unlike a lot of religion-based charities that are unfortunately homophobic), so you can even look for nonbinary kids to donate to.
Also, I would really encourage people to be open to granting wishes made by older foster kids (14+) or young adults who aged out of the system and still lack family support. They’re so often forgotten.
“My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy,” I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real
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in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.
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So self indulgent comfort imagine time involving comfort characters or f/o's.
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Imagine your comfort character or f/o sees that you are sad, even though you are trying to look strong, even if you might of been alone in the moment.
They wrap their arms around you to pull you in close for a long tight hug. While they A) rest their head on top of yours. B) rest their head on your shoulder. Then softly say "It's going to be okay, Y/n. You don't have to endure this alone anymore. I'm right here. I won't leave your side any time soon. If you don't want to talk about it, then that's okay. Just know though, if you do want to talk, whatever it may be about. I'll listen, and try my best to help you or comfort you the best way I can. But for now...Let me be strong for the both of us, okay? It's okay to just stop fighting for the moment and take a break. You deserve it always. I love you so much."
Option bonus: If you are fine with them doing this, they will give you a kiss on the head or just shower you with gentle kisses. Even might kiss your tears away if any fall from you.
Platonic or romantic, they love you so much and just want to be there to comfort you always.
Author’s Note: hello, my name is aurora & this is my first fic on tumblr. i don’t want to make this long, i just wanted to say hi & i’d very much like your feedback on this. i plan to write more oneshots, preferably long, and series. please let me know what you think of this. ok bye and thanks! oh btw, please reblog :)
Parts: one (currently reading) ┆ two ┆
It had happened again only this time it was worse. It had gone too far. Thanks to Niklaus’ dealings behind his brother’s back, she was in this mess. It wasn’t meant to happen this way, this was not the plan but when did Klaus ever listen to anyone but himself?
The sun had risen and set twice so Y/N knew she had been held captive for at least two and a half days. She would question why he was taking so long to find them but that’s not an answer she really wanted to know. She knows he’d say he was working his hardest, doing his best but that wasn’t why. He would never admit it.
Her head had finally stopped its incessant pounding, at the time she could feel the rush of blood. She could smell it too, yesterday she was sure she tasted it. Copper, similar to that of a coin or the end of a small battery. She couldn’t think of other things that tasted like blood, those were the first two. Her hands were bound in shackles and she was in a cell that was as dark as the night. She doesn’t remember how she got here, one minute they were making a deal then an ambush and now she’s in a cell. It didn’t matter how she got, she knew who got her here.
He was sitting in a cell across from hers, head hung low, coughing every minute or so. For the first time since they got here, she finally got a good look at him. His bloodied shirt had stuck to him like a second skin. The dried blood on his chin vividly reminded her of last night when he sank his fangs into their throats, a cheshire smile on his face as they died. One by one, they fell but before he could applaud himself, he was on his knees. Screaming whilst he held his head with both hands, a stake plunged through him from the back to the front. He spluttered bloody saliva all over before falling. The witches smirked at his temporarily dead body before disappearing just as quick as they appeared.
We had decided to make the deal at the graves. I’m sure there’s some irony somewhere in there, something about deals and devils. The witches had wanted a certain foe defeated and in return, they’d leave the family alone. I went along because I alone could calm both sides should anything arise, and of course things did rise. Niklaus being the paranoid man-child that he is, decided to make a side deal. He agreed to get rid of said foe but only after he learned why the witches feared him. It’s no secret they could’ve killed their enemy but something was stopping them and that is what Klaus wanted.
Y/N couldn’t care less about it all. Yes she was curious why the witches couldn’t just do it themselves but she wasn’t curious enough to help their enemy. The entire time during the meeting, she knew something was off. She found out about Klaus’ deal at the same time as everyone else but that wasn’t it. Something was in the air, it felt chilling and cold. It wasn’t death, she knew what that felt like and this wasn’t it. She knew it’d reveal itself but it’d be too late.
It wasn’t until Niklaus had fallen that she figured it out. There was no foe, the witches had planned it all. It was a trap but not just any ordinary one that ended in exchanges. This ended with someone’s death, hers.
“Still trying to work it out?”
He was awake again. The coughing had stopped but it’d start again in less than a minute.
“Won’t you speak to me?”
A few seconds.
“Y/N, I’m–” the coughing fit started before he could finish.
There it was. It’ll happen again in two minutes. Yes, she had been keeping track of his breathing, not that she needed to. He’d be fine.
“Fine. Don’t speak then.” His voice sounded gravely.
Silence descended upon us for a few seconds before his coughing fit began anew. At this point he was just pretending and doing too much.
“Could you shut up?”
“Ah, she speaks. Got worried you died on me, I’d never hear the end of it from him.”
Y/N had grown tired of him. She’d grown tired of his coughing and his words, hell his whole existence bothered her. Once upon a time he was more to her but never again.
She had laid down and placed her legs on the wall, her body was at a ninety degree angle. Her eyes had been closed before she made the wrong decision of speaking to him. Planting her feet firmly against the wall, she pushed herself off of it and got up in a sitting position. Her legs weren’t bound, there was no need, but they weren’t strong enough to walk so she crawled from the corner of her cell towards the bars. She could see him much more clearly now. There was a vervain plant tied to the vent that blew directly at him. On the other vent, there was a wolfsbane plant. That explained the obnoxious coughing. If he were a normal vampire or wolf, he’d be dead.
“Why’d you do it?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Since when have witches asked us for help without a hidden agenda?”
“Please. You didn’t do it out of the goodness of your heart, you have none. You wanted to team up with their enemy in hopes of having something over the witches but it backfired.”
“Did it?”
“You’re so blind, it’s laughable. What a spoiled bastard you are.”
He growled at that. Y/N always knew precisely what to say to get under his skin. He hated the name even though it’s what he was.
“Don’t.” He warned.
“What bastard? Enlighten me on what you’ll do.”
“Y/N don’t start. Not now.”
“I would’ve let you die. I did let you die.”
“I’m still here.”
“Because of him.”
Y/N pulled away from the bars but not before she saw the flash of hurt on his face. She didn’t stare long enough to decipher it, she turned around and leaned her head against the wall. Closing her eyes as though that would shut him out.
~ flashback ~
Niklaus regretted his decision ever since that day. He had met Y/N first a little over 100 years ago, paying respects to her dead at the cemetery. She sat outside on the black metallic bench that was next to a huge grey mausoleum. He assumed it to be her familys’. He was meeting a witch in the cemetery, not too far from where he currently was but something kept him still. He stood there and watched her, half wanting to say hello but also walk away. He should’ve walked away.
“Are you going to hide and ogle all day or will you come out?”
