curious

i be curious im new to this! have mercy on me

[niabra-deactivated20210424]

I really wish all children were protected all the time

[saja-55]

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

[saja-55]

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

[bunnis-monsters]

Just so everyone knows.

Fuck ICE.

ACAB.

No one is illegal on stolen land.

Leave my fucking page if you disagree. This isn’t negotiable, I won’t argue and I won’t tolerate it. You’ll be blocked instantly.

[shima-draws]

Okay so I started watching Wakfu, recommended to me by a close friend of mine, I also recommend it to all of you it’s a French cartoon and the character designs are sexy and the backgrounds are even sexier, all in all it’s a very visually pleasing show (but please don’t watch the English dub it’s. Bad, watch the original French version, it’s all on Netflix), ANYWAY SPOILERS AHEAD but I am so fucking excited to see Dally and Eva’s relationship grow because I know!! They fall in love and I’m so hyped for it, they’re not there yet but I’m ready to watch them develop feelings for each other and fall in love please. I need it. They’re so cute I want to see them supporting and loving each other it’s all I need in my life rn

I MEAN. LOOK AT THEM

SOFT. PURE. SO GOOD

She couldn’t stand him at first but now look at them………..I am deceased

I’M LOSING MY SHIT DALLY IS ME THEY’RE SO CUTE???

I’m ready. I’m so ready for this relationship GIVE IT TO ME

[shima-draws]

Okay so I started watching Wakfu, recommended to me by a close friend of mine, I also recommend it to all of you it’s a French cartoon and the character designs are sexy and the backgrounds are even sexier, all in all it’s a very visually pleasing show (but please don’t watch the English dub it’s. Bad, watch the original French version, it’s all on Netflix), ANYWAY SPOILERS AHEAD but I am so fucking excited to see Dally and Eva’s relationship grow because I know!! They fall in love and I’m so hyped for it, they’re not there yet but I’m ready to watch them develop feelings for each other and fall in love please. I need it. They’re so cute I want to see them supporting and loving each other it’s all I need in my life rn

I MEAN. LOOK AT THEM

SOFT. PURE. SO GOOD

She couldn’t stand him at first but now look at them………..I am deceased

I’M LOSING MY SHIT DALLY IS ME THEY’RE SO CUTE???

I’m ready. I’m so ready for this relationship GIVE IT TO ME

[im-socurious]

How Does It Feel To Be Adored?

Momo Yaoyorozu X Fem!Reader

I didn’t bother to make this XBlack!Reader because…it didn’t really sit right with me this time for some reason, you can imagine a XBlack!Reader tho. In this story the whole class of 1a is obsessed with you, and so is your only friend, Yaomomo. You find out the hard way.

inspired by: Panty-Stealer Momo

You. A sweet girl who didn’t really talk, a depressed young woman, as one would say. You weren’t depressed, you just didn’t like the world, but you liked yourself.

UA just made your life a little harder. Specially, class 1a.

Their touch made you shiver. The way Ochaco’s fingers would fondle with your hair without consent, the way Izuku’s hands would always somehow be wrapped around your waist without consent, the way Shoto’s hand would lightly touch your neck without consent, the way Mina would stand behind you and squeeze your breast without consent, going on about how they’re so soft and round, and how she could go to sleep on top of them while the whole classed watched, almost drooling.

Mina always excused your uncomfortableness, saying that it was okay because ya’ll both were girls or saying that girlfriends do this all the time! You didn’t know if she meant it romantically or platonically. This made everyone else start doing it too. You really didn’t appreciate that.

Momo was the only one who defended you in times of need. She was the only who had hands that felt soft and inviting. She had hands that felt innocent and protective. She was everything. She was perfect.

Or so you thought.

You had forgot your pencil when the two of you were studying together, she had offered to go up to your room and get one for you.

“Yea my door isn’t locked. I should have a pencil on my desk, but let me know if one isn’t there.” You said. Momo was the biggest simp, she almost melted at the sound of your voice!

“Mhm! I’ll be right back!” She said, giddy for some reason.

When she saw your dorm, she absorbed the scenery in front of her deeply. He took a deep breath and the smell of you filled her nostrils. The word ‘Heaven’ ran through her mind.

Her eyes soon wandered to the bin filled with your dirty clothes. Your pretty panties were on top of all the clothes, right in her view. She quickly walked up the pile of clothes, staring at the panties in awe. They were black, had lace, and had a pretty little bow at the top. She quickly snatched the panties from the bin and sniffed them. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her tongue darted out to lick the fabric, the taste made her own panties wet. Slick almost slid down her leg from how wet she was.

She suddenly remembered what she was in your room for. ‘Oh yes! I’m here to get a pencil!’ She thought. She quickly shoved the panties into her pocket and picked up the pencil off your desk and paced back down to where you and her were studying.

“Sorry! I had to search a little to find the pencil. It wasn’t exactly on your desk.” She nervously laughed.

“Oh! Sorry. I can lose things sometimes…but let’s get back to studying, shall we?” You ranted.

“We shall.” She responded.

Later~

You guys were sitting on your bed, chatting. You looked at the time and your eyes slightly widened. It was a little late and you needed a shower.

“Uhh hey, I don’t know about you but i’m about to hop in the shower, so yeah. I think i’m about to go to bed too…I hope you get the message.” You said.

“Yea, totally…well, good night.” She sighed. “Good night!” You shouted from the bathroom. Even though Momo was excused, she still stood there for a moment, she pulled the panties out and stared at them. She needed release.

And that’s how she ended up here. Her fingers deep in her cunt and face stuffed in your panties. Oh, how she wishes that her face was stuffed in your cunt, she can tell from your panties that you taste so good. Her fingers move faster at the thought.

“hah-h-hmphh Y/n o-oh Y/n!” She came hard. Her moan high pitched. The pleasure left her out of breath as she fell face first into the mattress, your panties still stuffed in her face. “Oh, Y/n” She moaned out, her mind still in a daze.

In the morning~

There you were, in Yaomomo’s room when your eyes wandered to the familiar looking piece of fabric. You squinted your eyes, and a look of horror appeared on your face. They were your panties. Your breath quickened and quivered.

“U-uh, Yaomomo, i’m feeling kind of tired i’m gonna go take a nap, i-i’m feeling kind of tired. Before she could respond, you dashed out the room.

“How does it feel to be adored, Y/n?” She said with heart-shaped eyes and a wicked smile.

[havetohaveuxx]

tw: su!cide mention and bullying

Reblog to spread awareness if u can!!! Idc what your blog theme is, this is really important. For the bullies, yall need to stop asking fun of ppl, even if it's just a "joke", you're hurting ppl mentally and physically. Don't judge books by their covers. Same for ppl.

[love-toxin]

a/n: in which tsuyu decides to apologize for skipping out on another date to tend to her hero work. 

warnings: gn! reader, established relationship, pro hero! tsuyu, oral, quirk kink, make up sex. 

word count: 1.4k

Seeing your girlfriend on tv was far from the same as seeing her in person. No matter how tightly you squeezed the pillow tucked within your arms and imagined it was her, you weren’t hugging Tsuyu after a long day of tiring hero work, the smell of chlorine on her hair and an exhausted “kero” on her lips as she slept. 

Those evenings were the best, the ones where she would yawn as she slipped through the door and pulled off her boots with half-closed eyes, before shuffling into the living room and collapsing into your waiting arms that she always knew would be there. It was a routine that worked out in both of your favours, but there were just some times when you had to break tradition despite not wanting to. And today was one of those days, your phone sitting on the empty cushion beside you with an apology text in the notifications, marked by Tsuyu’s nickname and a little frog emoji. You didn’t have to read it to know what it said, and you didn’t want to, because it would just make you sad to see that your poor girlfriend felt so bad about cancelling your date to go to an interview she didn’t want to attend in the first place. You’d lost count of how many days she’d had to stay in her agency late at night or hurry off into a patrol early, not to mention all the times she’d been called right into the action at the site of a robbery or villain attack. 

“Next up is the rising star in this new age of pro heroes, the rainy season hero, Froppy!”

Keep reading

[scaryspears]

Writing Chubby Reader

Dear writers,

When writing a chubby reader why does she have to be insecure? Do you all look at a plus size/chubby person and assume they don't like their body? The reader is looking for something they can relate to, and being chubby doesn't mean insecurity. People who are considered skinny also have insecurities, amongst a bunch of average people.

It's one of the reasons why readers have specific requests. For example, whenever I'm reading a normal reader post I get the impression that I reading it in a white person's perspective, which is why I occasionally request black reader, that doesn't mean I'm insecure about my blackness, I just want something I can relate to. So why is it when I read chubby and plus size reader she is an insecure mess? I'm not chubby but I like reading chubby reader because I expect the beauty standards to be challenged, and I'm a sucker for body positivity, only for the enjoyment to be ruined once I get to the insecure part.

There are a ton of plus size women who are not insecure about their body and yet this fact seems to fly over the writer's head.

I was bullied, yet I'm able to acknowledge that I deserve better, that I am normal. I get that times have changed for some and circumstances concerning support is different for everyone, but this crap is getting really old.

Edit: There's more I'd like to add and clarify. I understand that this post has already gotten a lot of attention but I'd like to make more notes. I find it bothersome that a chubby reader always has to be a victim of bullying, people have been bullied for other things. Such as being too skinny, their ethnic background, disabilities and so much more. It's as if writers lack creativity when writing chubby/plus size reader. It's actually quite sad that they see chubby people in this fashion and the fact that they've reduced a reader's request to this level. Unless someone requested their insecurity it's not necessary.

[im-socurious]

can yall give me some ideas pls😖😖😖

[im-socurious]

Ace Of Spades

Ace of Spades- The “Death Card” but not as in the death of sorrow, but as in the death of transition. Death in search of new life.

You weren’t scared of death. You were just fine with dying considering anything would be better than being on this miserable planet the we call, Earth.

Earth sucked. Earth was miserable. Earth held you back from many things. Being a woman came with cat calls, criticism, harshness, and good ol’ misogyny, you were barely able to move. So no, you were not scared to die.

But your husband, Connie, needed you. And you were dead wrong to be leaving him like this. He held onto your hand for dear life and cried rivers. His beautiful light brown eyes were leaking.

Why?

“Why are you crying, my love? You should be happy for me.” You said, bringing your soft hand up to caress his face. “Why are you leaving me? Mi corazón, you can’t leave me like this! I can’t live without yo-” “ Yes you can. And you will. My body is dead my soul will still be alive. I’ll be watching over you, protecting you. My soul will discover new life, and that’s a good thing. You will carry on with life and you will find a new love. I want you to be happy, Connie. And many years from now, I’ll see you when you get here. I love you, baby.” And with that, you died. Your body lied there in the sobbing man’s hands.

He couldn’t see you, but you were still hugging him. Making sure he felt your love. You were going through an Ace Of Spades but you would love him forever, and even after that.

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Just a lil sum before bed. Hope you enjoyed it. Love ya’ll!

[im-socurious]

CREDIMI ALMEN

Armin x Fem!black!reader

Credimi Almen- Italian

Translation- Believe me at least

angst.

Armin had messed up. He had cheated on you and had the nerve to cry.

You had watched them kiss. He couldn’t use the excuse that ‘he was drunk’, he couldn’t say that it wasn’t an accident, he couldn’t say he didn’t mean it, because you saw it with your own bare fucking eyes.

You weren’t crying, you were just staring and you forgot to blink. Your eyes were wide, warm tears streaming down your face and your eyes started to burn. Thank goodness you didn’t have anything in your hands, or somebody would’ve been dead. You could imagine blood all over the cold marble floors, blood on your hands and sirens in the background.

Armin finally looked up from kissing the unknown woman. He paused in horror. He didn’t mean for you to see that. He didn’t know that you were gonna be there. His mind started to race, his heart pounded so hard that it could’ve ripped right through his chest.

“Y/n! What are you doing here!? This isn’t what it looks like, I can e-explain all of thi-”

“Don’t…You can pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house and you can get the fuck out of my life. You better be there to get your shit in an hour or it’s gonna be in a fuckin fire. Delete my number and remove me from your socials, we’re done.” You said coldly, not stuttering once. Your tear stained face going blank. The spark in your eyes became nonexistent, and the beautiful smile that once lived on your face had vanished. And you had became a walking piece of venom towards Armin in 2 minutes. It made him want to perish.

There he was knocking at your door, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. You opened the door, looking away from the man that was once the light of your life.

“Your stuff is back there. I packed it for you.” You mumbled. The tears fell from Armin’s eyes. You looked up at him in disbelief. “Why are you crying?” You scoffed. “Are you fucking serious, Armin? You literally have no reason to be crying! I’m the one who got cheated on! But you have the nerve to cry?! Armin, you better stop standing here looking stupid and get your shit and get the fuc-” “No. Y/n I still love you, I-I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, believe me at least when I say, you a-are the love of my life.” The tears got heavier in his eyes, his breath was shaky as he waited for you to answer.

“Like I said, your stuff is in the back. Hurry up and get it, so you can leave.” “Y/n, I-” “I’m not gonna say it again. Don’t make me do something i’m going to regret.” You said. He looked at you, eyes wide, after 5 seconds, he walked to go get his stuff.

You packed all of his shit, to make sure he didn’t come back. You didn’t want to see his face, and now, you didn’t have to.

Ya’ll, i’m tryna be consistent and i think i’m doing pretty good. This story was inspired off of the song, Caro Mio Ben. Thanks for reading, see you next time! Love you!💫❤️

[arabhope]

[texanadmirer]

Not Originally Mine but I want to post as Solidarity! 🇵🇸🔥🇨🇩🔥🇸🇩🔥

[torusbitch]

TALK ABOUT SUDAN

Sudan-a country located in northeastern Africa at the southern edge of Sahara- has been facing an ongoing civil war since April 15th of 2023. About 13,000 citizens have been killed, including children, elderly, woman, and men. More than 8 million citizens have been displaced. About 70,000+ children are facing life-threatening malnutrition, the numbers are steadily increasing. The war in Sudan is triggering the ‘world’s largest hunger crisis.’

It’s a civil war between two rival factions of the military government of Sudan, the Sudanese armed forces (SAF) and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF). Even before the war started, the Sudanese government was in complete shambles. In almost daily protests for peace and justice, at least over 50 citizens would be killed ‘accidentally’ (they would have bullet wounds in their heads, chests, and other vital areas), women would be kidnapped and harassed by the ‘RSF’, children and citizens would randomly go missing only to be found in underground freezers meant to be used for fruits and other resources.

Right now, more than 25 million people are facing starvation and dangerous disease. We’re almost 11 months into Sudan war, yet not many people are speaking about this. Please take your time to open the link down below, you don’t even need to donate, just share the link to other people who might be able to.

Here

[uncleromeo]

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.