Hello! This is Younis and Marah, two cousins of a peer of mine from Gaza. They are 18 years old and need help evacuating to Egypt to reach safety and continue their studies. Younis has goals to become an engineer and help rebuild his city, and Marah is at risk of losing her medical school scholarhip if she cannot get to Egypt soon. They are currently very short of reaching their goal and can use some help. Please consider contributing or sharing! Thank you!
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Hi everyone, my name is Younis, from Gaza. It is with a very heavy heart… Reema Aboudraz needs your support for Help Younis Evacuate Gaza t
My Muslim friends, if you’re looking for a place to give Zakat or Sadaqah in these blessed 10 days, you can consider Marah and Younis! Once again, I thank everyone who has donated and shared so far — I see you guys and I appreciate it more than you know. Thank you very much! 🌙
Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.
With Ramadan less than a month away...I can only pray that Allah makes it easy for the Muslims in Palestine, Sudan, Syria, Yemen, Congo, Kashmir, and every country where people are oppressed.
In Sha Allah this Ramadan, things will change for the better. In Sha Allah this Ramadan, the Israeli Apartheid Regime will fall and Palestinians will have their land back.
Please keep those who are oppressed in your duas and please don't stop talking about oppression
Ramadan is coming up and I can’t stress enough how much Palestinians have never got the chance to experience one normal Ramadan for 75years
You may not have been subjected to this, but as a person from an Arabic country, every Ramadan from every year there’s always headlines of Israeli iof soldiers or Israeli extremist settlers attacking Palestinians during Ramadan, especially Palestinian worshipers trying to pray in the al aqsa mosque
It’s happens almost every single year
Ramadan is suppoused to be Muslim people’s month of worship, of Baraka and it is very important to Muslim people
But Palestinians never ever experienced a normal Ramadan because Israel attacks them Viciously
Almost
Every
Single
Fucking
Year
And I will dare and say that Israel does it on purpose, it does it every Ramadan on purpose
And now, this year, with Ramadan being only a few weeks away, I doubt that they’ll have a normal Ramadan, not in the West Bank, and not in Gaza
All what I have to say here is that Israel will still follow this trend, something bad is gonna happen this Ramadan, keep an eye on Palestine during Ramadan
Shame on those who support Isr@el, especially if you're a Muslim. The Qur'an, a copy of the holy book that has been around for like what, 1400 years old, even said about Israel doing corruption and you still support them?
And We warned the Children of Israel in the Scripture, “You will certainly cause corruption in the land twice, and you will become extremely arrogant.
- Al Isra, 17:4
"But what about Hamas -- " Hamas existed because of Isr@el. They're a resistance group. It's push comes to shove. Shame on those who support Isr@el, you're an embarrassment to humanity. What a disappointment of a being you are to support the genocide.
Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing 🙇🏻♀️
Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse
G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights.
There's something wrong with people your age these days.
Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?
Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.
Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.
And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.
You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.
There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.
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Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.
And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?
The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.
Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.
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You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.
Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.
He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.
He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.
You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.
The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.
"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."
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"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.
Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!
He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.
You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!
And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.
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Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.
The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.
Shaved. Off.
You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.
They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.
They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.
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"What do you think, sweetheart?"
A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.
What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.
That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.
His partner smirks at your response.
And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.
The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.
"No can do. No ID, no sale."
He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.
My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.
You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.
Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.
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You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.
This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.
He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.
You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.
He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.
Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.
"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.
'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.
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"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.
He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.
"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.
You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.
The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.
"Come on bro, just pick one!"
"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."
You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.
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"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.
You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.
"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.
"Ok?"
"I need it for my training."
"Sure."
You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.
To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.
"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.
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A mute blonde gestures at you
You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.
Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.
(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)
You tell him no and he sprints out.
You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.
Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.
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You think you might be having a stroke.
Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tuffs of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.
It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.
As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.
It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.
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You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.
Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.
"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"
"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.
The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."
"Ohhh~ you miss him!"
"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.
'Friend', sure.
For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.
G/N. Fluffy and stupid. Gun, Goo, DG, general genius interaction (Crystal, Kouji etc.)
Goo with Influencer Younger Sibling!Reader
Goo resents introducing you to Crystal.
Especially when you talk work, NewTube and Influencer shit and he has no idea what's going on.
Especially when you two whisper and giggle like school children, excluding everyone else from the conversation.
Especially when you two gang up on him, the uncool older brother. Which is ridiculous by the way. Because by what measure on earth, in the goddamn universe, would Goo Kim be considered uncool? People would pay to know him!
Well. People would pay more to know you. People do pay for your meet and greets but whatever. Who's keeping count anyway.
(You and Crystal hated each other at first sight. Goo expected it and gleefully introduced you anyway, knowing Crystal hated attractive people. Hypocrite, much?
You had rightfully called her out on it, along with some other choice names. And though it didn't help with her prejudices, she did grow exceedingly fond of you.)
But, he thinks as he watches you both, it is nice to have the Business Genius take you under her wing. To have you two tittering away together and Crystal looking out for you.
"Come on loser, let's go for lunch!" You beckon your big brother over and Goo resists the urge to shove you out the window. Who's a loser?!
Not Yandere!DG with Younger Sibling!Reader
"And who is this school friend you're meeting at the arcade?" DG regards you coolly, eyebrow arched and arms folded.
"James!" you pout, "Can I go or not?"
"How many times must I tell you to stop calling me James."
"Fine. Diego," and a giggle bursts out of you. It does every time you have to say his stupid new name. "But it's so silly."
His cold demeanour cracks and his lips lift, "You picked it."
"Yeah when I was like, nine," you roll your eyes, "I didn't think you would actually use it."
It's the same song and dance you two do every time. A nice reminder of everything you have both been through. And though everyone tends to call him DG now, whenever someone calls him Diego, all he can think of is your wide smile and big eyes as you told him how much you loved that name all those years ago.
Now? Well. The years have passed and the wide smile and big eyes are replaced with a sullen teenage expression more often than not.
Still. It's you and him against the world. How can he not be protective over you when you're the most precious thing in the world.
"Dieeeeego, please!"
But it doesn't hurt to loosen the tether now and then.
"Fine but text me and-"
"Be back by 10pm. I know!" You reach up to give your brother a kiss on the cheek then sprint out before he can change his mind.
"9pm!" DG shouts, just before hearing the door slam.
Gun with Younger Yakuza Sibling!Reader
Power skirmishes between siblings are not uncommon. Even with the hierarchy and principles of the Yakuza, unrest and violent backstabbing is to be expected.
Gun realises this. Is forever grateful that he can leave all the troubles of Japan behind knowing that you are at the helm of the Yamazaki family.
That with stepping foot back into Japan, into the family home, that power is easily and smoothly handed back to him.
No troubles, no quarrels, no headaches.
"Yuzuru!"
Gun hears your scream before your thundering footsteps. Barely manages to brace himself for you throwing your weight at him, hugging him tight and welcoming him back.
Honorifics and formalities completely forgotten. Just a brief moment between you and Gun, who hardly ever returns your embrace, though he does give you a small smile.Two of the most revered and feared people known this side of Asia and yet-
"I've missed you big bro!" You grin at him, blood smeared over your kimono and now all over his white suit too. "Some guys were out of line. I put them in their place for you!"
He gives you a small nod. To say thank you, I trust you, and it's good to be back.
You, the Lil Sibling of the Geniuses
(DG, Goo, Gun, Kouji, Crystal)
"Here," DG hands over a piece of autographed merch to you. From some k-pop flavour of the month, the current No.1 in the charts.
He usually wouldn't do this but when he first said no, Crystal, Kouji, Gun and Goo whipped their head around at him.
Individually threatening him with breaking every bone in his body (Gun), with dying his ugly hair uglier (Goo), with deepfakes (Kouji) and with plummeting his share prices (Crystal).
Fuck sake. He was only joking. Like he ever says no to you anyway.
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Crystal and Kouji exchange worried looks.
A four way brawl won't end well, especially when there's such a power discrepany. Sure, you're strong, but compared to Gun, Goo and DG. Well...
It's only a matter of time before someone, likely you, gets seriously hurt.
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"I fucking told you," Gun snaps at Goo as the blonde holds his hand up in surrender, eyes darting over to you in concern.
"Sorry sweetheart!"
DG sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. As the eldest here he really should have foreseen this coming. But when you said you wanted to test your strength, to see how you measure up.
He really really should have said no.
"You fucking idiot," Gun turns on you, examining your broken arm carefully, "Did you forget when we broke your leg?"
"N-no," you sniffle because goddamn it. It really fucking hurts. In a small voice, "I thought I was stronger now..."
"You're not."
"Don't talk to them like that!" Goo snaps, joining your other side and patting your hair gently. "But," and he grimaces, "You're not."
"It's my fault," DG adds, taking in the scene before him as Crystal and Kouji now come rushing over with the on-site doctor.
If there's one thing Gun and Goo can agree on, they both nod.
Yeah, fuck DG. It's not your fault (it is). It's all his fault (it's not).
you write characters pretty accurately so i was wondering what you think their reaction would be to reading the fanfics people write about them? also love your work💜💜
lol... thanks anon. I mean technically this is a request and I have been deleting them but-
Lookism/HTF react to their fanfics...
Disgusted
Doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to go anywhere near it. Leave them alone.
Johan Seong: C'mon, be serious. This edgelord will hate how people depict him. If it's accurate then he will get defensive, if it's not then he will get offended. Fluff, angst, soft, smut, doesn't matter. Does enjoy when Eden and/or Miro makes an appearance though.
Blushing
No interest in reading about it, makes them embarrassed and flustered to know that the fandom thinks about them that way.
+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Jerry Kwon, Han Wangguk
Flattered
Skims over fanfics. In awe, reluctantly impressed.
Jake Kim: Wow they think he's that handsome huh? That much of a green flag? Nice! A little disturbed but chuckles at Jake/Samuel shipping. What will these crazy fans think of next.
Ji Yeonwoo: Would blush but used to the thirst from his Study Newtuber days.
Ryuhei Kuroda: Damnit. Look at all the possibilities if only his dong works properly.
+ Zack Lee, Sinu Han, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Jason Yoon, Kim Munseong
Doesn't give a shit
^ what more is there to say.
Samuel Seo: doesn't give a shit until he decides to compare how popular he is next to Jake Kim. And then... wtf! Prepare for another mental breakdown. Jake/Samuel shipping? He hates it. (Hates it less when he's the top though.)
Gun Park: Gives zero fucks. Barely reacts when they mention him as a dom. Well, of course. Have you seen him? Cracks the tiniest smirk when he realises the fandom likes to write Goo as the whiniest mf-ing sub ever.
+ James Lee, Hudson Ahn, Jihan Kwak, Xiaolong, Baek Hangyeol, Seong Taehoon, Lee Jinho, Seo Haesu
Expected, surprised there isn't more.
They have fans, they have ego, they have a reputation. Of course they would expect fanfics of them.
+ Vin Jin, DG, Baek Seongjun
Writes their own
Goo Kim: Excuse me?? Why are there so many Gun simps and so few Goo simps? He doesn't even care how he is depicted.
This degenerate will write whatever to push his numbers up. X reader, canon shipping, him breaking the verse. Anything.
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