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i strongly urge everyone to get their passports pls. do not take what’s happening lightly. this country is fucking done, and you should be done with it as well. pls stay informed, vote, riot, protest, do what WE NEED to do rather than staying silent.
my heart breaks for all of those girls and the families of them in iran, innocent people are losing their lives because of the ignorance of our leaders and during ramadan as well
every day i pray for the fall of the us and it’s government as well as israel and some how some way the people who support this as well as themselves will pay whether it’s in this life or the next
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ticci toby general dating and nsfw headcanons (apologies if ooc).
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imagine toby getting home from a long, excruciating mission and he turns into a clingy loser. he’d walk into your guys’ cabin with a deep sigh, already grumbling about how boring it was and how annoyed everyone had made him. he’d hang his coat, kick his boots off, toss his hatchet on the ground, rub a hand over his face and then make grabby hands at you, telling you he wants cuddles without exactly telling you he wants them. he’d be all covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and who knows what else, but who cares? he needs you right now after a long day, so be there for the cuddly killer boy!
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And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Moth needed to be done because the side characters are so lovely too😫🙏🏾
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Glamour challenge 🎀
So I thought it'd be a fun idea to do a challenge every week , each week we can focus on a certain topic. This week its gonna be glamour baby! ♡
Here's the routine we're gonna do from start to finish everyday of the week :
1. ♡ The moment you wake up , before you even touch ur phone or do anything take a moment to tap into your inner goddess, like its such a blessing to be alive and to be YOU and the world awaits you , like ure truly the goddess of your own reality. (Even if u don't believe this idc DO IT)
2. ♡ when you wash your face imagine the water is enhancing your beauty and cleansing u from any impurities (or u can say ur beauty affirmations during ur skin care/makeup also when looking in the mirror).
3. ♡ ROBOTIC AFFIRMATIONS. Every single time u think of the word "beauty" I want u to repeat this mantra "I'm literally the embodiment of beauty, I radiate beauty, I'm so beautiful, everyone thinks I'm beautiful, I look like a goddess"
4. ♡ when people look at you , assume they're seeing your desired face and they're literally mesmerized by your beauty.
5. ♡ as you fall asleep I recommend playing your fav beauty affirmation audio or frequency, again tapping into your inner goddess and feeling beautiful from within , literally embodying it.
For best results be consistent and let's share our results ! ♡
Three Ways to Protect Your Beauty Using Glamour Magic
A little beauty magic to keep your glow protected, your energy clear, and your aura radiant. These three simple spells and charms blend glamour magick with protection—because your beauty is sacred, and it deserves to be shielded like the spell it is.
1. Mirror Glamour Spell
Stand before your mirror and trace a beauty or protection sigil using rosewater or a charged oil (like lavender or jasmine). Whisper:
“Let what I see reflect the power in me. Beauty is mine, and mine to keep.”
Repeat each morning to shield your aura from envy, gossip, and energy drain.
2. Protective Beauty Sachet
Fill a small pouch with:
• Dried rose petals (for beauty)
• Chamomile (for calm and glow)
• Pink Himalayan salt (to repel negativity)
• A clear quartz chip (to amplify energy)
Keep it in your bag or vanity to maintain radiant, protected energy all day.
3. Moon-Infused Beauty Water
Place a jar of water with a rose quartz crystal under the full moon overnight. Use it to rinse your face, mist your hair, or pour into your bath. As you do, chant:
“By moon and stone, let beauty be known. Shielded and bright, I shine in the light.”
This cleanses, protects, and enhances your natural glow.
Beauty is more than appearance—it’s energy. Protect yours like the sacred thing it is.
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hello! this blog is is just a place for me to shit out writings whenever a media i’m consuming overtakes most of my brain space so the quality may not be good and the quantity sure as hell isn’t consistent but i hope you enjoy!
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SO FUCKING ROMANTIC
geum seongje x gn! reader
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ text messages between you and the mad dog of kanghak high. it’s surprisingly romantic. most of the time. sometimes.
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a/n : i wrote this with a male reader in mind but i realized any gender could work for this one ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
that's my man
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omg hii i legit love your works so much and rn you’re basically my fav writer atm😆😼😼 if you don’t mind i would like to request a seongje fic where reader and seongje is not on very good terms/enemies and then one day they were bickering about each other, and then reader thought it would be funny to insult his skill in bed/his dick lol, and then basically seongje decided to prove her wrong and just fuck the attitude out of her and reader is just crying and whimpering because she’s overstimulated like crazy. I hope you could fulfill my request xixi, just can’t get enough of your workss i could kept reading them forever lol, again thank you so much if you could do it😻😻
Title: "Say That Again"
Pairing: Seongje x Reader
Genre: Enemies-to-lovers, smut, tension, rough sex, overstimulation
Word Count: 10k+
Rating: 18+
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You despised Seongje.
No, really. With your whole chest.
The way he strutted around campus like he owned it, that cocky smirk, his stupid designer fits and unbothered swagger. He was everyone’s favorite, and he knew it. Popular, hot, and dangerously good at playing nice—until his venom slipped through his teeth in private.
Especially with you.
"Could you be any more annoying?" he drawled, sliding into the seat beside you in the library, uninvited as always.
You didn’t look up from your laptop. "Could you be any more irrelevant?"
He laughed under his breath. "You wish I was irrelevant, sweetheart. Maybe then you could stop thinking about me."
You gave him a slow once-over, eyes lingering on his lazy posture and shameless confidence. "Thinking about you? Please. Even if I was gagging for it, I'd never settle for someone who probably doesn't even know how to use his dick right."
Silence.
His grin vanished.
You blinked. "What? Not gonna talk back now?"
Seongje leaned in. Voice low. Dangerous. "You think I don’t know how to use my dick?"
Your heartbeat skipped.
You forced a scoff. "I mean, if the ego's that big, the compensation must be small, right? Makes sense." (LMAO i love myself)
A flicker of something dark flashed in his gaze. He leaned even closer, lips nearly brushing your ear.
"That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, Y/N." 😰
You should’ve shut up.
Because now you were bent over your bed, arms pinned behind your back, and Seongje was pounding into you like a man possessed.
"Still think my dick's small?" he growled against your neck, hips slamming into your soaked cunt with bruising rhythm.
You choked on a whimper. "F-fuck—!"
He pulled your head back by your hair, forcing your spine to arch even deeper. "Say it again. Come on, be a smartass."
Your legs trembled violently. Tears blurred your vision. You’d already come twice, and he wasn’t stopping. Not even slowing down.
"I-I’m sorry," you gasped, voice cracking.
"Not what I asked."
His hand slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing harsh circles against your clit.
"F-fuck, Seongje—I can’t—I can’t, please—!"
"You can. You will. You wanted to talk shit, now take it."
Another orgasm ripped through you, white-hot and overwhelming. You sobbed, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through it.
And he didn’t stop.
"Look at you," he sneered, voice tight, breathless. "Crying already? What happened to that attitude, huh?"
You tried to twist away, but he grabbed your throat and fucked deeper, harder, forcing every inch into you.
"You wanted to make jokes about my dick. Now take it. Take all of it."
The overstimulation had you a mess—lips parted, tears rolling, drool slipping down your chin as you whimpered through wave after wave of release.
"Gonna fill you up until you're too dumb to talk back," he spat. "Until that mouth only knows how to beg."
You didn’t recognize your own voice when you cried out again, mind shattering.
He groaned against your shoulder, hips stuttering. "Fuck—look at you, ruined. Say I was right. Say you were wrong."
"Y-you were right," you gasped. "Fuck, Seongje, please—you were right—I'm sorry—"
He bit your shoulder, growling. "Too late for sorry."
You woke up hours later in tangled sheets, sore and marked, his arms around you like he hadn't just wrecked you within an inch of your sanity.
His voice was softer now, half-asleep against your neck.
"Still think I don’t know how to fuck?"
You groaned, hiding your face.
"Shut up."
He chuckled. "Didn’t think so."
Hi, can you do a Seongje fic where he goes home and finds his partner bruised and covered in blood, crying and trembling while trying to treat their injuries and he finds out some of the Union members beat her up after failing to do other things (iykyk) with her. And she asks him to stay the night, afraid of being left alone
“I’ll Burn It All Down”
Seongje x Reader | ~500 words | Complete
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You didn’t scream when it happened.
You tried to fight — clawed at arms too strong, shouted through the back alley with no light and no witnesses. Your throat was raw. Your breath burned. You only remembered the laughter. One of them had said you were "asking for it."
You spat blood at his face.
That’s what made him hit you. Over and over again. When his friend laughed, he tried to grab your shirt — said you should smile more. You didn’t remember the rest. Only the sound of footsteps that sent them running. Only the sting of gravel in your palms as you crawled away, not daring to look back.
It took you nearly an hour to walk home, blood smearing down your wrist, skirt torn, knees scraped. You unlocked the door with trembling fingers and locked it three times behind you. Only when you saw yourself in the bathroom mirror did you collapse.
Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
You were still shaking when Seongje found you.
"Y/N?"
His voice was so soft. Too soft. Like he already knew something was wrong the moment he stepped inside.
You didn’t answer.
"Where are you?"
The bathroom door was cracked open. You couldn’t find the strength to call out, but your small sob — the one you thought was quiet — must’ve been loud enough. He appeared in the doorway a moment later, and the look on his face when he saw you…
You’d never forget it.
"Y/N—" He dropped to his knees beside you, arms reaching out but not touching. "Baby, what—what happened?"
You couldn’t look at him. Your lip trembled. You were trying to stop the bleeding on your side, but your hands wouldn’t work.
"It was the Union," you whispered. "They found me."
His entire body went still.
"They—" You swallowed hard. "They said they were gonna ‘leave a message.’ One of them tried to touch me. Said you couldn’t protect me forever. That I was just a warm-up."
Seongje’s fists clenched. His voice dropped an octave. "Did they—?"
"No," you whispered. "Someone passed by. Scared them off. They just… hit me. A lot." A pause. "They said they'd finish it next time."
Your voice cracked.
"I’m scared, Seongje. I thought I was going to die."
That was the moment he touched you — really touched you — cupping your face so carefully like he was afraid to break you. You leaned into him instantly, shaking like a leaf.
"They're not gonna hurt you again," he said. "I’ll kill them first."
You didn’t know if it was a promise or a vow.
He didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night.
He carried you from the bathroom to the bed, cleaned your wounds with shaking hands. His jaw was locked the whole time, gaze lingering on every bruise like he was memorizing them — not to pity you, but to avenge you.
When he pulled your torn shirt away and saw the red handprint on your collarbone, he froze.
Then he exhaled. "That’s the last thing he’ll ever touch."
You let him help you change, holding your arms out like a child, letting him button one of his shirts over your bandaged skin. You didn’t want to be alone — not even for a second — so he stayed in your bed, wrapping his arms around you like a fortress.
You hadn’t stopped shaking.
"Will you stay the night?" you whispered, voice small.
He didn’t even answer. He just held you tighter.
You woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare — sweaty, panicked, your heartbeat racing. Seongje was already awake, his arms tightening around you the moment you whimpered.
"I’m here. I’m right here," he murmured into your hair.
You were crying before you could stop it. He let you. He didn’t tell you to quiet down. Just kissed your forehead and let the storm come out.
You hadn’t even realized what you were saying until the words slipped out.
"Don’t leave me. Please."
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. "I won’t. Not now. Not ever."
Then his voice turned darker.
"But I have to make them pay."
You nodded.
"Not tonight," he said, kissing your knuckles. "Tonight, I’m staying with you."
Two Days Later
You hadn’t left the apartment. Seongje made sure you had everything. Food, blankets, clothes — his voice always low and calm with you, even when his phone rang and his tone turned sharp the second he stepped into the other room.
He hadn’t told you what he was planning.
You didn’t ask.
But you knew the rage in him had only grown colder. Focused. His smile never reached his eyes now. His fists were bruised. His hoodie sleeves stained with blood he didn’t try to wash out.
When you asked if he was okay, he’d only answer:
"I'm getting there."
that night
He came home later than usual.
There was blood on his knuckles again. A small cut on his cheek. His hoodie smelled like sweat and rain and smoke.
You rushed to him immediately. "Seongje—what happened?"
He pulled you into his arms before answering.
"They won’t be coming back."
You froze.
His voice was steady. Hollow. "One of them's in the hospital. The other two…" He didn’t finish the sentence. "They got the message. They won't breathe your name again."
You didn’t cry this time. You just leaned into him. "Did it help?"
His silence spoke volumes.
"Not enough," he whispered. "But it’s a start."
You guided him to the bathroom. Cleaned his wounds this time. You kissed the cut on his cheek and he closed his eyes.
"They should’ve never touched you."
"They didn’t get what they wanted," you said softly. "But they still took something. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel safe again."
"You will." He cupped your face. "I’ll make sure of it. I’ll never let anyone hurt you like that again."
You nodded, voice trembling. "Will you stay? Not just tonight… but always?"
"I’m already yours," he said.
And he meant it.
That night, when you pulled him into bed again, he was hesitant to touch you — like he thought you were still too fragile. So you kissed him first. You took his hands and placed them on your hips. You whispered: "It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid of breaking me."
His lips were gentle. His hands traced every inch of you like you were sacred. He didn’t rush. Just held you through it all.
There was no sex — not yet. But there was intimacy.
You laid there wrapped in his arms, head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
For the first time in days, you weren’t afraid.
Later, Seongje stood on the balcony in the dark, a cigarette between his fingers, staring down at the city.
He’d buried his fists in someone’s face for every bruise you came home with.
But the rage didn’t leave him. It sat heavy in his chest like lead.
When he came back inside, you were asleep — curled in the blankets, wearing his hoodie, breathing softly.
He kissed your forehead again, whispering:
"If they ever touch you again, I’ll burn this entire city down."
And he meant that, too.
end
author's note: kinda did this at ike 6 am so idk if i showed that the union tried to do stuff with her like enough idk so im sorry i need.more cofee after this T_T ok ilysm
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