My name is Kory, or whatever you'd like to call me, I don't really mind. I draw whatever I like, fanart occasionally, and I talk about my ocs! Basically a free-for-all blog. I'm currently interested in mortal kombat, resident evil, the boys, RDR, and dc. I'm Pakistani, so that might mean the occasional politically charged and malicious post towards Imran Khan or wtv. Idk. This is funny if you're desi, I think. I don't talk about myself much on this blog.
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Synopsis: When your self-destructive tendencies lead you to being distant for a day, Adrian makes it his mission to comfort you and be there for you regardless.
A/N: 200 FOLLOWERS!! I don’t know if anyone reads these but I am so, so grateful so thank you everyone! I lowkey didn’t know how to end this but I love the intro so I’m sticking with it :>
The atmosphere in your home is heavy with an unusual silence.
Despite the TV playing some mindless sitcom, the emptiness in the air weighs on your shoulders. There’s no laughter nor music, none of Adrian’s questionable animal facts. It’s just… nothing. It almost feels as though it’s drowning your spirit in a sort of self-pity, a miserable ghost of your own creation clinging to your heart.
You’re aware that it’s self-inflicted. You almost curse yourself for it. Even after Adrian drove you home in his infamous ‘Vigilante-mobile’, you’d turned down his offer for a “cozy date night in” with a regretful smile already present on your face. You’re just too tired tonight, you’d lie to yourself as you got out of his car, he’ll understand. But the sight of his dejected gaze clings to your mind.
Your phone pings with the sixth notification of the night.
‘Did you know caterpillars have 12 eyes? I didn’t! That’s so cool, right?’
Another attempt by Adrian to cheer you up, following his missed call and the various, earlier messages about missing you and being excited to see you tomorrow.
You drop your phone onto the sofa and bury your face into your hands in hopes that he won’t notice your lack of response. You know it’s an impossible thought.
You then wonder if he noticed your lack of enthusiasm throughout the day: your brief answers, the frown hanging onto your lips, the times you’d get lost in thought. Well, he’d approached you twice as much today, so he likely has. He must think you’re being intentionally cruel, you convince yourself. The thought only makes remorse curl tighter in your chest and a groan falls from your lips.
You haven’t even had dinner, you’ve not even dressed into your pyjamas, you’re pushing away the person who loves you most. Maybe he’d be better off with someone easier, perhaps he’ll see that too, maybe–
The regrets swirling in your mind are abruptly cut off with a series of quick knocks on the door.
Your breath catches and you straighten up. The noise was uncertain, almost worried yet you can’t bring yourself to ignore it, drawn to the door as if there’s a string pulling you to it.
You don’t even bother to glance through the peephole before throwing the door open, surprising yourself with the sight of your boyfriend’s cheery face. Adrian grins at you, endearingly enthusiastic, with a bag of what you can smell to be your favourite takeout clutched in his hand.
“Hey!” He greets. “I know you said you weren’t up to a date night today but I still really want to hang out with you right now. Can I come in? You don’t even have to say anything! I even brought your favourite takeaway.”
Despite the flutter in your chest, you can’t help but murmur. “Why?”
“I just wanted to see you.” The edges of his smile drop slightly. “Do you… do you want me to go?” His voice quietens with the question.
For a moment, you’re silent as you stare at him before you shake your head. “No.” You murmur, pause and then step aside. “Come in.”
A pep in his step, he strolls inside and sets the bag on the table. The door clicks shut as you follow him, his hands rummaging through it to pull out plastic containers to begin designating food. You go through the motions, taking out two plates and putting them onto the counter for him to plate the food while you retrieve cutlery.
“There we go.” He mutters with a satisfied smile once he’s done and holds out your plate to you. “What were you watching?”
“Oh, just some sitcom.” You brush off as you both sit down on the couch, the plates on your laps. “I can change it if you want.”
“No, this is cool.” He murmurs with an approving nod.
There’s a few minutes of silent eating, the clink of cutlery and Adrian’s hums of approval. Somehow, it fills the earlier emptiness in the air, replacing it with the familiar warmth that Adrian seems to radiate, yet… you strangely don’t feel like shying away from it when it’s just you two.
“So…” You mumble through food. “Why’d you want to see me?”
From your peripheral, you see him glance over at you. “Like I said, I just wanted to be in your presence.” He says in a tone too overly casual.
You turn to give him a questioning look, aware that this isn’t so simple–not when he’s the same Adrian who has killed for you before.
He sighs. “I just… I was worried.” He finally admits. “You weren’t responding to my messages and you weren’t so happy today, so I wanted to check on you.”
You see him scratch the back of his neck and you’re able to guess he’s running through every instance where you weren’t so indulgent with him today. It’s an effort to try to talk instead of letting yourself spiral once more. “Um…” You trail off.
He watches you silently, his eyes searching your expression before his hand lands on your thigh as a reassuring constant.
“I’m sorry, Adrian.”
“Don’t apologise.” He gently interrupts before you can keep going, a small smile crosses his face. “I’m not upset or anything.”
“Yeah, but it’s unfair to you.” You sigh, scrubbing a hand over your cheek. “I can’t even just tell you why I’ve been so distant today. It’s just so complicated, I can’t even figure myself out.”
There’s a moment where you think he might get upset or not understand, until he finally responds. “That’s okay! Maybe something happened? Was it someone who hurt you?”
A small smile tugs helplessly at the corner of your lips, knowing he’s waiting for an excuse to protect you, only spurring him on. “Come on. Seriously, I’ll help! Even if it was Chris.”
You shake your head, shifting your plate onto the coffee table. “No, no. I was just… I don’t know, stuck in my head today.”
His head cocks to his head in endearing confusion, placing his own plate on the table before shifting closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “Are you sure?” He whispers. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Just being here is enough.” You admit quietly. “I didn’t realise I needed that.”
A proud smile crosses his face and he gently squeezes your thigh. “Then I’m not leaving!”
A fond smile properly forms on your face now and you lay your head onto his shoulder with a relieved sigh. His hand releases your thigh in favour of wrapping around your shoulders followed by his cheek pressing against the top of your head.
After a moment of silent affection, you speak up. “My mind is quieter when you’re here.”
You feel Adrian’s arm tighten around you in silent encouragement. “It’s harder when everyone else is around, sometimes it feels like I’m acting. But with you… I don’t know, you’re just easy to be around, Adrian.”
The words linger in the air for a few seconds before he responds, a smile audible in his voice. “Does this make me a good boyfriend?”
“Yeah.” A fond huff of amusement falls from your mouth. “You’re great.”
“Yes.” He whispers-yells under his breath and you know that he would be fist-bumping the air if he wasn't holding you right now. “Well, if you need anything I’m right here.”
“Thanks, babe.” You murmur softly and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
The affection in the air feels as though it’s soothing the deepest parts of your soul. Pushing everyone away may be easiest, unintentional, but you feel less guilty knowing that Adrian is always there for you. Even if he doesn’t understand the weight of his actions himself.
“Wait–” You mumble, throwing yourself back into the present as you turn your head to look up at him through narrowed eyes. “When you messaged me about caterpillars, how did you turn up outside so quickly?” Though a knowing smile tugs at your lips.
Adrian sheepishly clears his throat. “Uh… well, I may or may not’ve gotten takeaway and then waited outside just in case you changed your mind on that date.”
It takes a few seconds for his fast words to register before an amused chuckle falls from your lips. “How long were you out there, then?”
He shrugs defensively before squeaking out his answer. “2 hours.”
You blink at him before a proper laugh escapes you, instantly bringing a smile to his face. “You’re insane.” You murmur although you begin nuzzling against his jaw. “But you’re so sweet to me anyways.”
“Duh, always!” He whispers proudly and kisses the top of your head, a grin stuck on his face.
Every day I see him getting weaker, and we still cannot provide the treatment he needs.
In addition to the catastrophic conditions my family is living in, everything feels even harder.
I am his son, and I feel helpless watching him suffer like this.
Help my father. Help my family. Share this.
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My father is sick. We are living in a tent. The rain leaks in at night, and the cold makes everything harder for him.
There is no stability. No proper medical care. No guaranteed meal at the end of the day.
Ramadan is here, and instead of preparing food for iftar, we are thinking about how to keep my father warm and how to find his medicine.
I am asking for the basics. Food. Treatment. A little safety.
If this reaches you, please don’t ignore it.
Help us get through this month with dignity.
Please donate to support my family and share this post.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
I always ask myself this question, if people a year ago when I created the campaign had donated to me and helped me and we reached the desired goal, I would have fled the war, I would not have lived in a tent, I would not have slept, I would not have drunk contaminated water, I would not have been afraid, but unfortunately people ignored me, the person who ignored me, are you happy now?
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I created my campaign more than a year and two months ago. I communicated with many of you. I faced difficulties with the Internet in order to spread my campaign. I asked for your help at the height of the war.
Despite many attempts to publish, only a few people helped me, thank you to them, and many people ignored me.
The campaign's first and main goal was to travel outside Gaza and escape this horrific war, but because many people ignored me, I only received $5,000 in more than a year. It was too late, and the crossing was closed. We are now living inside a cage, trapped and afraid.
I also faced many challenges such as: my Tumblr account was banned more than 15 times, my PayPal account was banned twice, and they withheld $310.
As for the money I got from the campaign, we bought food and drinks and paid university fees (we are studying remotely).
I had decided to cancel my campaign and not post because this thing was making me worse than before due to people ignoring me and in a big way
But I decided to return to spreading my campaign because we are hungry. Yes, it is true that we are hungry. The entire Gaza Strip is now hungry, without any exaggeration. There is not a single loaf of bread. We have begun to lose balance due to the lack of food.
I hope everyone will help before it's too late.🙏🥹
What will you help me buy?
flour , 1 kilo =70$
Water 10$
delicious food 100$
Voting ended onJul 25, 2025
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