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happy halloween people :P it has been like... SO SO SO SO SOOOOO long since i've posted a genuine thingamajig but FR this time. i'm back. right now i'm working on the draft of the miguel 'ohara x reader oneshot so dw! that'll be coming more sooner than you think. ILY GUYS!!1 BUH BYEEE

WHAT THE FUCK????? 

THANK YA’LL OMFG-

i honestly didnt think it would so many like bro-

fr fr thank ya’ll

guys... GUYS.... THEY'RE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON????- WHY HAS NO ONE TALKED ABOUT THIS WHAT. HELLOOOO??

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! I hope you guys have an amazing holiday! I will be posting more imagines soon so stay tuned!

LOVE YOU ALL!

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

i literally made this after getting a 44 on my quiz.

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ♫ ㆍ,

request: " yuri school spirits x male reader? -🎼 "

a/n: ah yes, my 2nd request!! i actually have not rlly seen that much yuri stuff being written so this is actually a good change in pace!! SHOUTOUT TO @theseus8349 FOR HELPING ME GET A HEADSTART ON WHAT TO DO FOR YURI. YOU'RE THE BEST !!! anydoodle, HOPE YOU ENJOY <33

pairing: yuri x male! reader

warnings: nothing actually ! js two awkward sillies being awkward cuties !!

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YOU'VE been eyeing the kid in the back of your pottery class for a while now. He doesn't say anything. Like at all. As far as you know, no one talks to him except this guy in a blue football jock jacket comes up & rants on & on. The kid still didn't talk. And yet, there was something about him that piqued your interest. Sometimes you feel him look your way, but those are really just rare moments.

You haven't really went up to him. You were an absolute awkward son of a bitch to deal with. But your curiosity was growing more & more by the second. And then suddenly after class on a Friday afternoon, you were carrying yourself over to the kid who was still in fact using the pottery wheel. You clear your throat, causing him to look at you.

A slight glint of recognition reflects in his eyes as he meets your eyes - confusion consuming his face. Were you actually talking to him or was someone else sitting in his seat again & you were just talking to them instead? You awkwardly shift under his gaze. " Uhh.. hi- " You finally say.

The boy blinks, opening his mouth to say something but closes it again before looking back down at his pottery wheel. You start to lose a little hope when he removes his attention on you. " ... Hi. " The boy says calmly - his voice catching you off guard. You didn't think he'd actually SPEAK. I mean, a simple wave & you would've been satisfied.

Holy hell, you were actually getting somewhere with this guy. You compose yourself - taking a deep breath in. " I-I'm [Y/N]. " You say, awkwardly - sticking your hand out towards the boy's. He eyes your hand for a moment - not even sure if he could be able to touch you. His eyes flicker from your hand to your face before giving in & reaching to accept the handshake.

Not surprisingly, his hand phases through - but there was a slight crackle in the air when you felt the slight force of his hand. You although, were absolutely shocked out of your mind. Did this guy's hand just phase through yours??? Was he even a guy??? What the hell was happening?!

" WHAT THE FUCK?! " You exclaimed, a bit high pitched as you took a step back away from the blonde. The boy - whose name you still didn't know - didn't look bothered. Like at all. He just formed his lips into a straight line. You squint your eyes at the boy, leaning a bit towards him. The boy leans back away from you, weirded out by the closeness.

" ... What are you? " You whisper - mostly to yourself. " ... Can you back up? " The boy deadpans, causing you to smile sheepishly & back away - giving him some space. " Sorry- uhh- what are you, exactly? I know for sure you're not human. " You state. The boy sighs. " I mean, it's pretty obvious what I am. I'm a ghost. Y'know, the things you become when you die? " The boy retorts. You fluster a bit at your own stupidity. " Yeah- I-i knew that- " You say, clearing your throat.

The boy smiles just a little, somewhat amused by you. You turn around & grab a stool from one of the tables before dragging it over just a couple of small feet away from where the boy was sitting. You sit down, fiddling your hands as you look to see what the boy was working on.

" So... still haven't gave me your name yet. " You remind. The boy continues his work, opening his mouth to speak before closing his mouth again but then ends up speaking anyway. " Yuri. " He finally says.

" ... Yuri. " You repeat softly, smiling just a bit at this new found information. For some reason, Yuri feels the need to hear you say his name again. You have a nice voice. Calm, careful, & sweet but not too sweet. Just the way he liked it.

" Well, nice to meet you Yuri. " You say, snapping Yuri out of his own thoughts a little. His flicker towards you before nodding a little in acknowledgement - smiling back. " ... Wanna help me with this pot? " Yuri offers awkwardly. You grin a bit. " Really? " Yuri nods a bit. You chuckle just a bit nervously. " Okay then. " You reply.

Yuri gets out of his seat & moves over a bit, motioning you over to him. You both spent a few hours there just talking & making pots together. And then it was time for you to go home. And as you waved goodbye while exiting the pottery class, walking outside the parking lot, putting on your headphones as your favorite song plays while riding your bike home - you thought of two things.

1: Ghosts exists?

And 2: For once in your slow life, you couldn't wait for Monday.

Because you had a new pottery lesson to go to after school.

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a/n #2: i'm not rlly sure about this one! it was super short, but i was kind of doing school work while working on this soo. i might do a part 2! lemme know if yall would like that. hope you enjoyed !! :3

── DAMIEN ★

Please go help out Mohamad. Even if you can't donate, bring attention to the cause!! Every dollar counts <33

Help a Family in Need

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. He’s 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 children—the 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 they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t 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 I’ve 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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yuri school spirits x male reader? -🎼

*cracks knuckles*

you're the boss 🫡

May the Fourth be with you all!

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