#sarahwrites

[starbeanz]

do i have 15+ wips that i have yet to post….

yes

will i be immediately writing something based on thiiiiiissssssss

✨✨yes✨✨

[mo0nspell]

all i want in life is to create novelty

in an artistic way

[wesokkasimp]

HAIKYUU!! CHARACTERS I HC AS JEWISH ✡️⁉️

who’s this about?— jewish!sugawara, asahi, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, tendou, aran

a/n: ik that japan has like 3000 jews total and that this is very unrealistic but give me a break pls 😄

KARASUNO—

sugawara koushi: your grandmother would LOVE HIM. goes to temple every week, can recite torah passages, isn’t *fluent* in hebrew but can read and understand it at like a 5th grade level. can’t speak it tho 💔💔 both of his parents are jewish.

azumane asahi: njb vibez. he’s not like STRICT strict kosher but he doesn’t eat pork or crustaceans and waits two hours before eating dairy if he has meat, or vice versa. almost threw up right before his bar mitzvah 🤒🙏 his mom is jewish.

SEIJOH—

oikawa tooru: i feel like your grandparents would like him, but not LOVE him. he’s not an academic like suga yk 😞💔⁉️ anyways his bar mitzvah was “Club Tooru 🥵😩💪” themed. iwaizumi has been making fun of him for it for 15 years. BUT HE GAVE A REALLY HEARTFELT SPEECH AT HIS BAR MITZVAH AND WAS SHUSHING PEOPLE DURING THE CEREMONY SOHFFYGD 🥺🥺 he’s not allowed to light the menorah because when he was like nine he knocked it over while it was half lit and his sisters shirt caught on fire. also he butters his latkes??? sobbed at takerus bar mitzvah; his sister made him go to the bathroom to collect himself. his mom is jewish.

NEKOMA—

kuroo tetsurou: kippahs never sit right on his head 💔💔 doesn’t know hebrew but can actually speak a good amount of yiddish? he did a rap at his bar mitzvah, yaku filmed it and uses it to blackmail kuroo. one time lev referred to judaism as christianity lite as a joke and kuroo made him run laps the whole practice. when he was ten he found out kenma had never seen the prince of egypt and he immediately ran over with his dvd 😖😖 his dad is jewish.

FUKURODANI—

bokuto koutaro: kippahs also never fit on his head 💔💔 has been trying to learn hebrew since he was like four but it never stuck. he ate too much food at his sisters bat mitzvah and threw up on the dance floor. he grew up kosher, dropped it in college, and started again in his mid 30s. always stumbles through the chanukah prayer. both of his parents are orthodox.

akaashi keiji: ULTIMATE NJB ARE YOU JOKING??? anyways yeah grandparents love him DUH. he’s polite, speaks fluent hebrew, follows kosher laws similar to asahi, can speak a little yiddish but not as much as kuroo. all his supernatural mangas have a kabbalistic vibe to them yhfdthk 😊💓 honestly just makes jewish life look really aesthetic like he doesn’t even need to put foil under his menorah to catch wax?? likes the prince of egypt, LOVES fiddler on the roof, but also broadway musicals in general. i mean broadway is pretty jewish soo checks out. OH AND HE TRIES TO HELP BOKUTO WITH HIS HEBREW HE’S SO PRECIOUS 💔 his mom is ethnically jewish, his dad is a convert.

SHIRATORIZAWA—

tendou satori: he’s a fucking menace. puts ketchup and mayo on his latkes, has broken his family’s seder plate TWICE, completely butchered his torah reading at his bar mitzvah. oh also every passover his house is a fucking war zone. i hc that both of his parents are converts so sometimes his grandparents come, sometimes they don’t. when they DO, people are constantly screaming at each other. when they DON’T, his parents are constantly screaming at a phone. poor guy can’t win </33

INARIZAKI—

aran ojiro: i don’t have tons of thoughts on aran tbh. he’s ethnically jewish, but his parents haven’t been religious since they were in their 20s, so he’s never been to temple. but he still celebrates chanukah, passover, yom kippur, rosh hashanah, the whole nine yards. OH but his family’s seder plate is GORGEOUS. like akaashis is put to shame it’s so beautiful 💔💔 he invited the team over for a seder once, atsumu GAGGED upon tasting the horseradish. osamu made fun of him for it, one thing led to another and they were wrestling over the table. both of his parents were raised orthodox.

[decaffedmoon]

starting my second page of february w my favourite lyrics from childish gambino <3 and also trying to give off as much as good vibes as possible

[awkwardlyweepingstudent-blog]

A Connection (A six the musical Katherine Howard short story)

I CAN ADD MORE TO THIS IF YALL WANT OR CONTINUE IT OR RLLY ANYTHING PLZ LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU WANT I’LL WRITE ANYTHING ELSE TOO ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS V BAD.

Katherine looked around to make sure no one could see what she was doing before hiking up her skirt slightly just so her feet could move more. She held her skirt in one hand and the crown on her head with her other as she started running to the other side of the castle through the long, elaborately decorated hallways that she had gotten used to during the few months she had been in the castle. As she got closer to the room she slowed her pace trying to not make a sound as she approached her friend’s study. She peaked her head in to see the dark-haired man hunched over a map. She took a second to look at the man’s features, she could see his hazel eyes skimmed over the map marking several things on his journal. His hair was a dark brown and his stature was large in height but not in size. She tiptoed into his study tapping his shoulder, “Tom” he jumped slightly, his posture stiffening but quickly relaxing the sound of her voice. With Henry her life wasn’t as she had expected, the King had a short temper and hung around with men who would often shoot hungry looks at Katherine that made her shudder thinking about what they’d do if she wasn’t on the arm of the king. Thomas was the one exception, he was different. He cared for her in a way she had never experienced before, with any of the men she had had relationships with. He didn’t want something from her or to do something with her, he just wanted her to be alright. He was just what Katherine needed, a friend who understood her and listened to her without wanting to bed her.

“Katherine” he smiled at her and pushed his chair out standing up and walking over to her, bowing his head slightly before pushing a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you since you got back from your trip,”

“I’ve been ok, I missed you, Kathy” “I’ve missed talking to you too,” the two of them took a seat across the room from where Thomas had previously been working, “Henry’s been a bit much lately, I hate to say it but I’m a bit relieved to have him out of the castle,”

“He has the best intentions I’m sure,”

“You’re right, it’s just all so much, especially when just last year my life was nothing like this, and I feel like I can’t do anything right, like anything I do I’m just messing it all up-” “You’re doing great, trust me.” Thomas put his hand gently on Katherine’s and rubbed the side of it. After a minute or so of Thomas comforting her in silence before he spoke,

“There is one thing, can we talk?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing,” Katherine giggled,

“It’s really undeniable you see, I know there’s Henry and all, but, you see, we have a connection.” Katherine’s heart dropped

“I-I’m sorry what did you say,” she hoped she had heard his words wrong,

“I said we have a connection,” before he finished his last words she could feel tears prick her eyes. Memories flashed in her head of countless men saying that before. She thought he was different. She really truly believed he was, she pushed her chair back slightly and stood up. She was wrong. He was just as bad as them. They were never going to be different. Hell, he was worse than them. At least they would tell her upfront instead of making her believe that they wanted to actually be friends with her.

“Playtime’s over,” the words of her music teacher echoed her head. Men only ever wanted one thing. The only thing they wanted was,

“Katherine?” with tears threatening to fall, she ran.

[pouttillo]

prompt: i have you shoved against the wall but now i can’t stop looking at your mouth

pairing: ryan/gavin (freewood)

“GAVIN,” came a snarled half yell, half choke from down the hallway. “GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!” It was hard to tell if the inconsistencies in Ryan’s voice were due to anger or injury, but as Gavin poked his head out of his room to face Ryan, he was pretty sure that it was injury. As always, the Vagabond had come home with bloodstains and bandages wrapped around his limbs. Puzzled by his harsh tone, Gavin filed down the hallway towards Ryan and flipped on a soft light, only to stop short when he saw the extent of Ryan’s wounds. Gavin tried to categorize them logically, hoping to quell the storm of worry and frenzy in his stomach, but after counting stab wound number 8, he flew past Ryan and into the kitchen, grabbing a first aid kit and what he hoped was a half empty glass of very strong liquor.

“Ryan, Jesus, what the bloody hell happened to you out there? You’ve got more damn cuts than the entire bloody patronage of the Los Santos emergency room!” Gavin was now frantically cleaning open tears and cuts while surveying the damage done to Ryan. He rambled on, “You could’ve called for backup Ryan, I know you’re big, bad, and dangerous but at least have some sense!” Gavin peered closer at a wound, then rummaged around for a needle in the kit, “Hmm, might have to stitch this one-“ he began to mutter, but was cut off as he looked up at Ryan for approval. The tall mans eyes were burning with rage. Perhaps, Gavin thought, it had been anger- not just injury- that had plagued Ryan’s voice. “Ryan? What happened,” Gavin asked softly, as he stood slowly from his bend to stare at Ryan directly. Gavin reached up to grab Ryan’s chin- noticing the cuts around his throat with disapproval and a churning stomach- and angled Ryan’s face towards his. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re okay, aren’t you, Ryan?”

With a sudden growl, Ryan tore away from Gavin’s grasp and pushed him towards the wall, angrily clenching his fists. When he had Gavin pinned against the wall, Ryan ripped his mask away and breathed out, “You were wrong,” as his mask cluttered against the hard floor. “You were wrong,” he repeated, “and it nearly cost their lives.” ‘Their’ lives, Gavin knew, meant the rest of the crew’s. “I sent them up to a safe house, but now I’m here to deal with you.” Gavin whimpered in a instinctive manner, scared at facing the Vagabonds wrath; he wasn’t so sure if Ryan was in control.“Ry, I swear I gave you the right information. The details, the target, everything- it was all in order, I promise!” Gavin’s voice was desperate, pleading.

“Then why were we ambushed, Gavin? Why were the rest of us sat in a warehouse rigged to blow with guns to our heads when you were sitting comfortably in your penthouse, GAVIN?”

“Ryan please, you know I love this crew, this is my family! If I had known anything- if I had even thought that anything might go wrong, I would’ve stopped you from going!” Gavin struggled against the grips Ryan had on his wrists and stared into his eyes. “I would die a million times over if it meant saving any of you even once. Look at me Ryan,” Gavin pleaded, “you know me. Don’t be angry at me. This wasn’t my fault or your fault or any of the crew’s fault.” Something in Ryan’s eyes seemed to subdue, and Gavin felt the pressure on his arms recede.

“Gavin I’m- I’m sorry,” Ryan’s voice was soft and broken sounding, but it was clear he’d pulled back the reigns from the Vagabond. “I- You’re right. You’re always right, Gavin,” Ryan said with a slight chuckle. He was staring down at their bodies, unsure if Gavin would admonish or forgive him.

“It’s alright, Ry. Happens to the best of us…” Gavin trailed off as he worked through his thoughts. “Sometimes you just need a little break from all the pressure, but it looks like you’ve been taking all the action lately.” Still closely bound by Ryan’s grip, Gavin flexed his arms to remind him of his hands. Ryan looked up, flustered and red faced. He was about to pull his hands and body away from Gavin when he caught sight of his full, pink lips. Instinctively, Ryan licked his own lips and tightened his hold on Gavin, his breath caught between thoughts as he stared. Gavin, not wanting to move for fear of scaring Ryan away, flickered his eyes between Ryan’s pretty eyes and prettier lips. Gavin hardly knew what to do. He wanted to kiss Ryan senseless, pull him closer and slide his fingers through his hair, but didn’t know if Ryan would reciprocate. As Ryan chanced a glance up at Gavin, their eyes met and Gavin’s decision was made for him. Ryan closed the little space between them with eyes shut and lips parted just so; their mouths met in a gentle pursuance of fulfilling hunger. Ryan pulled back after a while to catch his breath, grinning boyishly and finally letting his arms travel from Gavin’s now raw wrists to his torso. Gavin was awestruck by Ryan’s softness, internally praising whatever god for those sweet, versatile lips of his. Ryan’s hands, warm and firm lifted the hem of Gavin’s shirt to touch his hips.

“Gav?”

“Hm?”

“I am sorry.”

“Oh, Ryan, I know you better than anyone. I know you’re wound up. I forgive you.” With that, Gavin combed his fingers into Ryan’s hair and pulled him closer for another kiss, as Ryan’s hands traveled up Gavin’s sides.

“You’re so wonderful, Gavin,” Ryan breathed, and Gavin smiled.

[sarahwritesfanfiction]

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[sereneunoia]

"Stay close to Him."

No matter how low and inferior we may feel about ourselves. Keep that connection strong. It's not about how pious we are in front of people or how righteous we are compared to others. It's that special connection you have between you and Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala only. Never ever give up on the mercy of Him. He's the Most Forgiving, the Most Loving.