༊*·˚ I wonder...if I'll ever fall in love like a child one day. Full of joy, loving someone with all my strength.
.ೃ࿐ call me karin! or any variation of the name 'hikari' is cool too ! ceo of loving konoha akinori & oikawa tooru platonically ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧ she/her. 18. sfw blog.
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IM SO SOSRRY FOR THE BEING DEADGE FOR THE PAST UHHH MONTHS-
For compensation heres sometjing i ddi for my moots that has been rlly into bllk recently 🫶🫶🫶🥹🥹 (pls forgive me yall im so sorry ill get to my notifs asap)
Okay soo,,, ive studied at a religious boarding school for over 5 years and its been drilled in my mind ever since i first entered abt this thing called "ikhtilat". We were told to always "take care" of our ikhtilat. (In malay is jaga ikhtilat but idk whats the suitable translation so i just directly translated that skdwjerj) ikhtilat basically means "interactions between the opposite genders". And to "take care" of that means to not go overboard with your interactions with the oppgen and always maintain professionalism.
If youre confused abt what it means to "not go overboard", i think the easiest way to put it in terms that everyone understand is basically, dont be a pick-me girl/guy. But it goes a bit deeper than that. Unless theres a business that involves the oppgen, interacting with them for a casual chitchat (especially if youre ALONE with that oppgen) is kinda, well......not well looked upon, lets put it that way.
U cant have a physical contact w an oppgen casually if theyre not your mahram (mahram means someone you cant marry, i.e siblings and uhhh etc etc.) and youre not married (yet). So "taking care" of ikhtilat is precisely to prevent that.
So why did i bring this up? Well its to give u a clearer picture on why i feel this way whenever this happen to me.
I....dont know how to react whenever my friends told me abt their irl crush- like?? Idk the appropriate response to it? Especially to my muslim friends-- like,, should i hype them up? Should i ship them?? I have no clue- 😭😭 on one hand, i would feel bad if i direct them to a sinning path (of breaking ur ikhtilat and leading to couple,, which could lead to another big sin which is zina or s3x b4 marriage) but on the other hand, it feels like im a bad friend if i dont support them? Not that crushing is a bad thing and will all lead to that path, i mean its just a crush, but again, whether in public or in private i dont know what i should say or do whenever they geek out abt thier crushes-
I deeply respect ppl who can hype them up bc im a super bad hypeman when it comes to love since i cant understand the feeling 💀💀 (feat. me and my aromantic ass except when it comes to fictional charas)
But hey! Im genuinely happy for you if u have a crush on someone !! Whether its just a deep crush or just a "i think theyre cool" crush :D it means ur crush can bring even a lil bit of smile to ur day and thats good for u!! Im glad ur crushes can make u happy im happy if ure happy <3333 i just have trouble thinking of an appropriate, non cheesy response (bc i think if i said "im happy ur crush makes u happy" out of the blue thatd be a bit ...💀💀) to ur geeking-- BUT IM GENUINELY HAPPY FOR U OKAY !?
you look over at chigiri, wide-eyed. "well that was uncalled for. i'm eating chocolate chips?"
"yeah i can see you eating the baking chocolate chips that I bought for you so you could, ya know, use them for baking?" chigiri throws a question back at you, though you were pretty sure it was rhetorical.
you give him an amused smile, "don't worry its not like i'm going to finish them."
"YOU TOLD ME NOT TO EAT THEM LAST WEEK?? i didn't even touch them, i just glanced at them!"
"yeah but i could tell from your eyes. you had those eyes."
"what eyes?"
"the ones that you make when isagi pisses you off an you don't pass to him for the rest of the practise."
"what the hell does that have to do with chocolate chips??"
you shrug. "trying to take your mind off of matters, love."
"oh i am not letting this go any time soon y/n." and before you know it chigiri is hovering you fingers poised for an attack. now you're really alarmed. "w-wait we can talk this out like civil adults, hyoma-AA!"
and before you can finish he dives in, poking your sides, eliciting a scream from you.
you manage to grab one of his wrists and he stops long enough for you to say, "hyoma-chan, don't be mad please?" deciding to fight fire with fire, blinking up at him innocently. He only smiles devilishly before tickling you again. "Explain yourself, how dare you not share your chocolate chips with your perfect and amazing boyfriend?"
Writhing under his fingers, you barely manage to answer. "they're for those who cannot control themselves. aka, me, your highness."
giggles escape your lips as you try to get his hands off of you. you're surprised when he abruptly stops, lying down to pull you against his chest. "who said I can control myself, i can't control myself when it comes to you.." he hides his face in the crook of your neck.
"you're so cute hyoma-chan~" you grin, hand reaching up to pinch his cheeks.
he groans, face still hidden. "gosh you're so annoying."
"but you love me."
you can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, your own mirroring his. "that, I do."
KARIN I HAVE BECOME OBSESSED WITH BLUE LOCK AND I HAVE THE NEED TO TELL THIS TO EVERYONE SO WE CAN ALL OBSESS TOGETHER
AJSJSJAJISJW WHELLO OMG BLUE LOCK !!!!??? I havent the slightest clue what its abt (aside from the fact that its abt soccer) BUT I LOVE SEEING IT BEING TALKED ABT ON MYY DASH !! (Also i love reading fics abt them bc ngl thats how i start getting into a fandom by reading the fanfics first b4 actually watching/reading the material source 😭😭)
He turned around to see you, standing in your doorway, with a wry smile plastered on your face. He’s not quite sure how to respond to that. He wanted to stay. He really does. But both of you knew that’s not how this works.
Seeing how he’s at a loss for what to say, you simply hugged him. You’re not sure how many hugs it had been at this point, but it didn’t matter. You made sure that this last hug is tighter than the ones before.
“Sorry, that was a stupid thing for me to say. Have a safe flight.”
You chuckled lightly before letting go of him. It was a dry chuckle, and it pained him to hear that coming out of you.
It’s not like this was the first time he had to say a temporary goodbye to you. You two had been through this several times and more already. Although it never got any easier as you’d initially hoped. You were lonely on days when he’s not with you. And so was he. So instead of walking towards the cab waiting outside, he walked back inside the house, dragging you alongside him. You tried to frantically stop him, reminding him of his schedule. He simply grinned cheekily at you before pulling you closer to him.
“That can wait,” he started to sway back and forth with you still in his arms, “Or I can just cancel this one and call for another.” Your tense shoulder relaxed a bit upon hearing his laidback exclamation. You let him lead you through your living room, slow dancing to a silent song only audible to the both of you.
“You should pay the driver as compensation for wasting his time, you know?”
“Mhm. And you should pack your bags and come with me.”
You looked at him, amused. “We BOTH know that’s not how this works.”
He raised a brow, a smirk making its way onto his face. “That coming from the person who complained about me always leaving them?” He twirled you around, looking more at ease now.
“Stop bringing up the past,” you huffed, resting your head on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat, savouring the moment. You’d trade everything you have for this moment to last even a minute more.
Looking up at him, you then cupped his cheeks, which seemed to perfectly fit in your hands, bringing it closer to your face. “I’m lonely whenever I’m without you," you admitted, a slight pink hue making its way onto your cheeks. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit such a thing aloud, but you figured that it’s now or never.
He hummed once again, before breathing out a "Me too," and placing his lips on top of yours. You both melted into the kiss, but you suddenly gently pulled away from him, giggling.
"I seriously think you need to get going now before you miss your flight."
His pout was visible and you couldn't help but to adore his cuteness. "Just a little while longer," he said, pulling you closer once again to his face and with your foreheads touching. "Just a little bit more…"
You closed your eyes and let out a soft chuckle this time, all the while letting him caress your cheeks. “Alright, just a little while longer then.”
a/n: this was inspired by the song "car's outside" by james arthur !! 🥺🥺 def rec u listen to the song it made me cry it was so sweet 🫶🫶 when i first heard it my brain immediately decided to write this 💓💓 been a while since i last wrote anything hahahah </3
Hey all!! Im so sorry ive been dead for DAYS now 😭😭 i said id never do this again but hhh-- here we are 🧍🧍 again im so sorry for suddenly dipping like that im super weird like that 🗿🗿
This isnt a fanfic or a oneshot or anything of the likes. It's a bit different from what i usually write, but i wanted to let this one out. Early this morning, me and my (ex) schoolmates received news of one of our teacher who taught us a subject of deen (religion) passing away. Ustazah had been battling breast cancer for some time now, even before we finished our SPM examination, and just this morning she returned to Rahmatullah. We all missed her greatly. She was an amazing teacher, but He loved her more. I hope my fellow muslims can recite alfatihah and donate its reward for her. Love you all and remember to stay safe and stay hydrated <3
The subject you taught was a subject that I never really thought I’d enjoy learning, up until the 4th year in high school. When I realised that the topics in it were interesting, while it didn’t make the subject any easier for me, I could still see myself improving compared to previous years.
From okay to bad, and lastly to worse. That was how my performance on the subject became in my last year of high school. Nobody was at fault aside from me, of course. But still, I’d be lying if I say I’m not infuriated at myself, even for just a little bit.
Nevertheless, you never gave up on me. You believed in me, no matter how badly I’d performed. And admittedly, I was scared. Scared of letting you down. You were strict yet also so very gentle. You were one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, and I looked up to you for your virtues. I sometimes wished I could be more like you. You were amazing, in so many ways. You were righteous, your faith in Him never wavers, and you always prioritised us, even when you were battling in your own war.
Humans could never really run away from their nature. And that included me. You never really appreciate the things you have until you lose them. You never really regretted the things you never do or say, until it’s too late.
I wished you could see where we’re standing right now. I wished you could see the fruits of your, and your colleagues’, labour. I wished you could smile alongside us when we finally reached that fateful day. I wished you could’ve stayed with us for a little bit longer. I wished I could’ve said sorry a thousand more times to you. I wished I could thank you a million more times for all that you’ve done for us. I wished for a lot of things for you. In the end, all of us knew that He loved you more than we do, and you had to go back to Him.
For the you who loved your own subject, for the you who loved and treasure us, for the you who loved Him and His Prophet, and for the you who loved and treasure your religion, I pray that you’ll be placed amongst the righteous, and for you to be placed in Jannah. Me and so many others are greatly indebted to you for all you’ve done. We will never forget you, nor stop loving you. Thank you for everything, ustazah.
I saw a fic and when i first read it i thought the title was "when they catch you cheating on them" qnd i immediately went nope and wanted to run away but then i reread the title again and saw that its actually "when *you* catch *them* cheating on you" and i was like oh okay i misread that :0 *proceeds to read the fic*
this is the cutest picrew ever!! no pressure tags <33 - @carnaldesired @dearestgojo @foulvillain @yakshasslut @sugardaddyreo + anyone who wants to join :)<3
i was supposed to have faded red streaks underneath but lets just say they were well hidden okay
tagging: @70gin-m @hyomagiri @yoimyas @fuyuluvr @itonashi @jayvuu @taylornational (no pressure lovely people just thought tagging u guys here would be fun :D)
