Lately, youāve been plagued by strange dreams that fill your mind with eerie promises about the future. Normally, you arenāt one to believe in the supernatural, but for the past month, your dreams have taken a hauntingly repetitive turn. In these dreams, thereās a man with raven-black hair and cross earrings, speaking gently to you. He holds you, whispering that he will find you and bring you back to his side just as before. The twist? You've never met this man in your life, and considering how striking he appears in your dreams, youāre convinced you would have. Night after night, you wake feeling restless, longing for ordinary dreams that would allow you to rest for your new position at Ye Ran High School.
"You will be the new English teacher, as we have been in need of one." The man before you, Frankensteināyour new boss and the schoolās directorāstood up and extended his hand. Excitement bubbled within you; this was the chance to pursue your passionāshaping young minds and guiding them toward greatness. This has always been your dream, and now that you are teaching at one of the top schools in the country, you are determined to meet those expectations.
"Thank you, sir, for this opportunity. I promise I'll do my absolute best."
"Of course, Miss [name]. I expect great things from you." His voice was gentle yet authoritative.
"Yes, I hope to meet your expectations," you replied, eager but slightly anxious.
As you stepped out of the directorās office, a strange feeling washed over youāa sense of being watched. The echoing sound of your footsteps filled the empty halls; aside from a few staff members, the school was deserted after hours. You glanced left and right, but saw no one. Shrugging it off as nerves stemming from your new job, you continued on.
āItās her, Frankenstein. The one I've been searching for. Sheās been reborn in the human world, and sheās just as beautiful as I remember.ā
āIām aware, Master. I recognized her the moment we locked eyes. Now that sheās back, are you planning to court her again?ā
āYes, I think that would be a delightful idea.ā
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I haven't felt good about my writing for months, but I think writing this helped. I will definitely turn this into a full-blown fic; I just need some opinions first.
Should I make this a Raizel x reader or add more characters?
Should I make Frankenstein infatuated with her as well?
anyway you should always remember that all those foreigners you see dying on the news are just as real people as you are who have just as much interiority as you do. there is nothing about you that makes you more important and it is by pure chance that you are not in their position. in fact, this holds for all of history. every person, no matter the horror of the fate that befell them, had just as much interiority as you do. i feel like some people haven't fully internalized this.
As a Dungeon Master I nearly scrolled past this before my brain kicked my own ass and reminded me that I have tried looking up 'Blue Gemstones' at LEAST a dozen times in the last six months and never found anything this helpful.
This hit home, and I think it will resonate hard with all my creative friends, here. You are amazing and brilliant and I BEG YOU to keep creating!! ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
Black hair, brown eyes, president of the volleyball club, member of the Student Council, in his second year just like you. That was the man you dedicated hours of your thoughts to. That was the man you had decided to write a letter to which you had meant to deliver to him personally on this day. An unexpected mergency meeting in your own club had wrecked those plans though and instead you had tasked one of your good friends to deliver the letter in your place.
Now you stood there, barely able to mask the shock as the boy who had received your letter walked over to you. He was handsome, yes. He was in his second year, yes. He was also a President of something in this school and a member of the Student's Council, yes. That's where the similarities already stopped though. Instead of black hair, he had blond hair. Blue eyes where chocolate-brown eyes should have been. Not the president of the volleyball club and not just a mere member of the Student's Council but the president of it. Perhaps it had been your fault for not just giving your friend the name of the boy this letter had been adressed to. Part of you wanted to be mad but the vague description you had given her fit him quite perfectly too.
Minamoto Teru.
You were sure that he had already received his fair share of letters and chocolates today as he was the school sweetheart of most girls here. Initially you had assumed that this would be why you would be able to dismiss this situation easily and explain the misunderstanding. It was that carefully concealed smile and the sparkle in his blue eyes that had the words dying on your tongue. He looked... happy that he had received a letter from you. You could only pray that this wouldn't be the case for otherwise everything would get awkward and uncomfortable very fast.
"Hey."
Oh god. He was bashful, wasn't he? Normally Teru was always a collected and calm individual. Now his voice carried that dooming undertone of sheepishness. Blue eyes that usually always managed to hold eye contact had to avert your gaze shortly as if he had to gather his nerves before they met your face once more. Most foreboding would have had to been the pink blush on his face.
This letter contained your entire sappy heart, secrets and thoughts you had never dared to voice out before. You had always kept it vague, far too vague though as otherwise you were sure none of this would have happened. You'd never been good in being direct. Now this would be your downfall, wouldn't it?
"I honestly didn't expect this letter from you. I... Well, I always thought that you didn't really feel for me that way. So when I received this envelope I was really, really happy."
This was all going in the wrong direction. You couldn't even look him in the eyes as he stepped closer, close enough that you could stare at his shoes all whilst trying to reign in the silent horror seeping through your veins. How were you supposed to undo the drama that you would undoubtedly happen?
Teru must have mistaken your inability to look at him as shyness. An assumption you couldn't have necessarily blamed him for.
"I'm honestly a bit ashamed that I didn't notice sooner and that you had to take the first step. But I'm still glad for this. Would you like to-"
He cleared his throat, causing your lips to purse into a thin line. It was the pure sincerity in his voice that was killing you brutally right now. You'd rather prefered if he would have just thrown the envelope in your face. This was Minamoto Teru though. A modern day prince who looked and behaved perfectly that part.
"Would you like to go out with me this weekend? Whatever you want to do, I'll be happy if I can just spend time with you."
Could some deity up there just have a hole swallow you please? Now all of his attention was on you, awaiting an answer you couldn't give him. At least not the answer he was expecting at least. Time was far too short though and within only moments your silence alerted the boy in front of you. One of his hands reached hesitantly out for yours, eyebrows furrowed as he observed you. When his fingers brushed against yours, your hand pulled away as if his mere touch was burning you.
"(l/n)?"
That was it. The way your name glid from his tongue, concerned and gentle, did it for you. That's when your lowered head lifted up to meet his gaze finally. You wondered just how tortured your expression must have looked in that moment as all the muscles in your face were pulled taught in a tormented grimace.
Those few seconds where he clearly didn't know what was wrong only added to the agony. You wondered if that would have been preferable though the moment there was finally that slow spark of realisation and his face just fell, muscles going slack with shock.
āThis letter is for me, right? You made this all to confess to me didnāt you? ā¦Didnāt you?ā
There was the tiniest tremor in his voice as he repeated the last few words and took one step closer to you. Only for you to immediately erase the closeness by stepping back. Your face was burning but not with comfortable heat. Your stomach was churning and not erupting with those little butterflies you had hoped for.
Wrong person. He was the wrong person.
"You... you like someone else. That letter was meant for another boy in the Student's Council."
It was the shock that rendered him unable to take any actions initially as he just muttered those words out, blue eyes growing vacant as he glanced down at the envelope decorated with doddled hearts.
Still, despite the fact that your eyes were focused on his shoes you could still feel the moment those eyes landed on your figure again.
"For whom was this letter meant?"
The hair on your neck stood up. Gone was the previous bashful warmth to his voice. Now it had taken on a firmer edge and you were not able to unhear the tinge of bitterness. You would not tell him though. You just wanted to rip that letter out of his hands and go home. When you attempted to reach out for the envelope, you were shocked in an unpleasant way when Teru moved his hand away and held it out of your reach.
"Who is the boy you wrote this letter for, (l/n)?"
It sounded like he wasn't asking but was expecting an answer. An answer you could not give him though. Deciding that it was not worth it, you abandoned the letter and Teru altogether. You evaded the hand that shot out to hold you back just in time, feeling only the ghost of a touch as the tips of his fingers brushed over your arm before you dashed away as fast as your feet could carry you in that moment. Surprisingly enough he didn't follow you, a fear that you had initially held.
You didn't turn back, were too much of a coward as you feared the sight you could be potentially met with otherwise. Maybe that was for the best. Otherwise you would have witnessed how blue eyes glared at the envelope he had just minutes ago viewed so fondly. How his face grew contemplative for a few seconds before turning cold. How he started to rip it apart, tearing apart your confession for someone that wasn't him and threw it in the bin as he made his way back to school with a concealed expression hiding the ugly jealousy that now reared its head.
The prince wasn't as gentlemanly as he would appear after all.
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. Heās a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young childrenāthe last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all theyāve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamadās full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldnāt stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and Iāve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.
Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.
Adam
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I have only watched 2 episodes of breaking bad maybeeeeee 6 years ago?
Senku the type of guy to already know the fundamentals of making ice, but not well. Heād be very interested in the refining process. Or something idk
Maomao and Senku would either be the closest of best friends or natural born enemies no in between. I lean towards friends - on account of them both having similar drives for knowledge š¤
Watching white tumblr users interact with black things is funny because they will always misapprehend things and just generally be reductivist.
So Iām seeing a lot of people going āhaha Kendrick got awards for being a hater,ā āDrake lost so bad lol.ā
And Iām just massaging my temples at the irony of nonblack people en masse misunderstanding a song called āThey not like us.ā
Kendrick has a whole verse in the song breaking down the commodification of blackness and the history of colonization apropos to Black Americans. Thatās what the whole Drake beef was about btw. It was about Drakeās pattern of ripping off black culture just to peddle it to the uncaring masses and make millions off of it, while the smaller artists he steals from get no recognition (money). Drake was getting called the rap goat by nonblack people, he was getting looked at as the greatest in a tradition he has no roots in. Kendrickās distaste for Drake was years in the making. FdSignifier has some great vids from like 2020 about Drakeās rise in the rap world. Thereās also Pusha Tās diss from 2018 called āThe story of Adidon.ā My point is, Drake is a culture vulture and the Drake v. Kdot beef was about reclaiming what Drake (and other culture vultures) stole.
Drake is also problematic for other reasons, e.g. sexually exploiting women, allegedly participating in sex trafficking, and so on.
It does a disservice to Kdotās message to reduce this beef to an apolitical 1v1. It was never a 1v1, it was always political, it was always about the broader culture, it was always a culture war, etc.
