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how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

donations currently reaching gaza:

help buy e-sims for people in gaza

donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza

palestine children's relief fund

world food programme

donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)

he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

secondary donations:

emergency relief for gaza - pious projects

palestine red crescent society

save palestine - islamic relief canada

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

click to donate - arab.org

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

donate for the recovery of hisham awartani - gofundme

one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.

Petitions

international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty international

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war

suspend israel from international sports - diem25

UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org

gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org

teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine

location specific petitions

gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)

email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)

‼️ australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)

‼️ arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

ceasefire and allow aid to enter gaza - oxfam (CANADA)

call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)

special visa for palestinians in gaza with family in NZ - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)

globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)

Campaigns

‼️ justice for palestine

reach out to countries to back up south africa’s invoke genocide convention at the ICJ

‼️ international criminal court

submit evidences of israeli war crimes

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

fax campaign for people in the USA

go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day

here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)

here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)

‼️ BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

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PALESTINIAN LITERATURE READING LIST

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loid: head empty no thoughts only yor

Which pan flag is the right one please I don't want to mess it up

THIS is the real pansexual flag we've been using for years:

bright pink, yellow, and blue stripes. this is the actual one.

THIS however, is made by mspec lesbian exclusionists and purity culture obsessed twt users:

dont use this or any other "new" pan flag they try to fucking make. its not our flag. its never been our fucking flag. as a pansexual i fucking hate everyone who uses this or tries to get content creators to support this. fuck exclusionists.

Fun fact: most of these posts are from a backlog. With these I have no more posts from the backlog

previous posts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 5 / 6 / 7

summary: a marriage formed of undying lust, births two children from the mix. it’s never healthy but the addiction of love overcomes all. In their love, sinners they shall  become.

pairings: toji fushiguro x blackfem! reader [y/n is seen as black but can be read by all]

warnings: smut heavy, language, use of alcohol, angst, talks of toxicity marriage

prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13.

14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26.

27. 

PLEASE BE CAREFUL FOR ANYONE WHO USES “BLUEBUFFALO” FOR THEIR DOGS!!

black girls can be rich

black girls can be icy

black girls can be “ghetto”

black girls can be “hood rich”

black girls can be prim and proper

black girls can be alternative

black girls can like rock music

black girls can like classical music

black girls can like long nails and 30 inch hair

black girls can wear weave 24/7 all while blasting some rock music

black girls can be who they wanna be and what they wanna be. who is to society to say what we can and cannot do?

as a black girl myself, I say just be you with no regrets whatsoever. never shall you fall to the standard of another just cause of their preference. what they perceive as a “black women” shouldn’t state how we should act as an individual

there isn’t a standard for a “black girl”. we’re just our own person who happen to be black

black girls, women, non-binary, please continue to be yourself. love yourself as you no matter what the world has to say about us. I love you mwah <3

No one is fucking talking about it but another black man was killed by the same police department that killed George Floyd they killed him 9 minutes after entering his apartment. No knock warrants are fucking bullshit. He was wrapped in his blanket he was innocent they had the wrong address there is body can cottage you cannot fucking deny this bullshit.

This is being hushed up and covered up and I cannot believe it took me until TODAY, SIX DAYS AFTER IT HAPPENED to find out about it.

Everyone should be talking about this shit.

All the BLM protests and here we are again. We cannot let a single one of these slide because that's how nothing changes and that's how innocent people are being killed at the hands of assholes who are happy to pull the trigger without hesitation. I'm so fucking upset right now and so should you be.

No one is fucking talking about it but another black man was killed by the same police department that killed George Floyd they killed him 9 minutes after entering his apartment. No knock warrants are fucking bullshit. He was wrapped in his blanket he was innocent they had the wrong address there is body can cottage you cannot fucking deny this bullshit.

This is being hushed up and covered up and I cannot believe it took me until TODAY, SIX DAYS AFTER IT HAPPENED to find out about it.

Everyone should be talking about this shit.

All the BLM protests and here we are again. We cannot let a single one of these slide because that's how nothing changes and that's how innocent people are being killed at the hands of assholes who are happy to pull the trigger without hesitation. I'm so fucking upset right now and so should you be.

Let's talk about Encanto and really sad and bored white people.

Before you all start sending me anon hate asks calling me racist and that shit, please read the whole thing.

First of all, I'm Colombian. Second of all, I can not believe I'm posting about Encanto again, but my tumblr feed is FULL of Encanto posts because everybody loves it. And I'm okay with that, really. As a Colombian, I'm really happy to see that people enjoy a movie about my culture this much. But-

I've seen some posts and some anon asks from white people complaining about how we "dirty Colombians" ruined Encanto for them. Like? Hello, are you aware you're talking about a movie about "dirty Colombians"? If you are this much of a racist jerk then why did you even watch a movie about latinos in the first place? You say this things about us and then claim that you actually like the movie and the characters? And you have the nerve to say that we are the racist ones because we want our culture to be respected?

This is not about all white people, of course. If you are white and you genuinely like the movie, please don't take this personally. I'm talking specifically about this kind of people:

And these are just a few of them.

Honestly, I can not believe there are so many gringos with that amount of free time. The main reason I'm writing this in English is because I want all those racists to read this: all of you need a fucking hobby. Are your lives really that boring? Are your lives really that sad? The most interesting thing you all have to do with your day is posting shit and sending disgusting anon hate to random Colombians in tumblr? Like??????? What the actual hell. You have no friends, no hobbies? What's going on at home? Seriously, you all need therapy. Get a coffee and take a bath, calm down.

And none of you dare to call me homophobic cause I'm very queer, thank you very much.

Please, make all the headcanons you want and post about the characters, I don't give a fuck. Isabela is a lesbian, Camilo is genderfluid, Luisa is trans, Dolores is autistic, all of them are queer and neurodivergent. Just don't be so fucking disgusting against us and our country and our culture. When a latino says that a latino queer character don't represent white queer people (I personally don't care about this but I get why other latinos do) is because historically we have been erased from the lgbt+ movement by you white racists. There are lots of white characters you can headcanon as queer to feel represented. And there are lots of white characters that are canonicaly queer.

I'm not doing this because I have something against white people, but because I have something against racists.

Hey, its Australia day! Aka the day a bunch of English arrived in Australia and began two centuries worth of genocide and cultural erasure.

In honour of Australia day, do you wanna help some indigenous people reclaim rightful ownership of their unceded lands?

what if Camilo and Y/N where in a secret relationship due to Y/N's family being..well shit...Wondering how long they keep doing this Y/N starts getting doubtful and scared about their relationship and the what-ifs..and while trying the reassure her Camilo gives a them a promise ring and talks about how he is this for the long haul and doesn't care how long they have to stay hidden....thing is the madrigals saw the whole thing unfold.

this is just so... im crying i love this

when will i get to experience this /j

anyway, please enjoy this...

this whole fic is just me crying and writing out the words i want someone to say to me

ahahaha just kidding .............

NO MATTER WHAT.

There was only one rule you and Camilo had in your relationship, and that was to keep it a secret. Especially from your family. Because for some reason, they seemed jealous of the Madrigals. No matter what happened, they'd always tell you to stay away from them. Imagine how furious they'd get if they found out you were dating one of them. Camilo, of course, respected this. In fact, he didn't seem to mind that you had to keep this relationship of yours hidden. "A little privacy would never hurt anybody, you know?" is what he'd always tell you. Still, despite his reassurances, you couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

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Your shoulders slumped, a serious expression seen on your face as you dragged yourself to a certain spot, checking behind you once in a while to make sure that there was nobody following you. Looking around, you quickly spot a curly haired boy, dressed in yellow. He opens his arms out for you and you waste no time rushing in to hug him, burying your face into his neck. "Rough day, mi vida?" The sigh that escapes you is enough to tell him what your response is. "Do you want to talk about it?" You mumble something incoherently before lifting your head up. "It's just my family... again." Camilo releases you before sitting on the grass, beckoning you to do the same. You position yourself next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I don't know what to do, Camilo... they caught me talking to Mirabel earlier, and I was only apologizing because I bumped into her, but when I got home... they started yelling really hurtful words at me, calling me dirty for coming into contact with her." Camilo scoffs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. "Did they even let you explain yourself?" He asks and you shake your head. "They didn't! I tried, but they only called me disrespectful and threatened to ground me for wanting to explain myself!" You press your palms into your eyes, "I don't know what they have against you guys... I wish it didn't have to be like this." Camilo removes the arm around your waist, turning to face you. "I'm sorry that it has to be like this, that you— we have to keep this a secret from everyone." He gently grabs your hands, taking it away from your face. "Hey, you don't have to apologize for anything... Besides, I told you haven't I? A little privacy wouldn't hurt anybody. I love you and I don't need everybody to know about it just to prove it to you." A small blush spreads across your cheeks, but you refuse to look him in the eyes.

"I know, you say that everytime... but I still can't help it, Camilo. What if one day you get tired of this? Of me? Or what if you find someone else? Someone who you could show off so proudly to the whole world? What if you fall out of love with—"

Before you could even finish the sentence, your lover crashes his lips against yours, effectively shutting you up. Your eyes widen in surprise and he pulls away before you could even return the kiss, leaving you feeling a little disappointed. "Listen, corazón... I love you and all, but you must be going insane if you think I'd find someone better than you." Camilo gently cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm yours and will always be yours. No matter what happens, we'll go through it together." He places quick kiss on your nose. "So you better get yourself ready, mi amor, because you're never ever getting rid of me." A grin appears on his lips as he places a brief kiss to your lips before letting you go. "And I'll prove it to you with this!"

Camilo shoves his hand in his pocket, taking something from it before pulling it out. He takes your hand in his and slipping a ring to your finger, bringing the back of your hand to his lips afterwards. You let out a quiet gasp at this. "Camilo, I— This is..." What should you even say to this? You were left speechless. "It's a promise ring. A reminder that I will always be with you. My heart belongs to you, and no one else's. It doesn't matter to me if we have to spend the rest of our lives hiding this relationship, as long as I'm with you, I'll be happy. You make me happy, (name)."

God, what did you do to deserve this boy? You couldn't help but get emotional at his words, the tears welling up in your eyes. "If that's not enough to convince you then..." He pauses to look at you, a smirk forming on his lips. Before you could even react, he wraps his arms around you, smothering your face with his kisses. A giggle escapes you as you try to push him off. "Alright— Okay! Camilo, I get it already! I love you too!"

After a few more pecks to your cheek, he finally stops, chuckling at how red your entire face is. You pinch his cheeks as he laughs, pulling your hand off.

You spend a few more seconds laughing with each other before he goes completely silent, the smile on his face dropping as he looks at something behind you. Worried, you turn around to see what he saw.

It was his family. His entire family.

His parents were smiling widely, a rainbow above his mama's head. His sister was whispering something to her cousins, and you don't miss the way they smirk.

A rush of embarrassment takes over you, your lover silently curses. You and Camilo better get ready, because you both are in for a lot of teasing.

I dare you.

Pairing: Baji Keisuke.

Warnings: Y/N being a fearless bitch, cursing, angst, read it after the Valhalla arc to not get spoiled pls.

A/N: this is a thought that I got after watching the anime version of Baji beating Chifuyu's ass and in here there's no such thing as casualties in the Valhalla arc.

Listen, but what if Y/N was brought up to the Valhalla hideout with Takemichi when Baji was whooping Chifuyu? I—

She is a friend of all the founders and the person Baji is in love with. All his friends know this. Actually, the only reason she’s not labeled as one of the founders is that Baji has a strict rule that she can’t be active in any gang activity.

After looking for Takemichi, Kazutora goes to another school for her and it goes like this.

“Uh, Miya? What are you doing here? Takemitchy?” She says, she knows the guy because you go to all the meetings with Emma.

“Let’s go see Baji,” Kazutora says with a fake smile and she frowns.

“I don’t want to see that asshole,”

“But you don’t want him to beat Chifuyu past recovery either, right?” She gasps, already knowing in what situation her friend Matsuno could be.

Now listen, Kazutora knows she’s a hard no in anything gang-related, Baji goes past feral when it comes to her and because of that not even Mikey disrespects his wishes. But, we know that at the time Kazutora didn’t have the healthiest thoughts.

So when they arrive at the hideout she is faced with Baji straddling Chifuyu and repeatedly punching his face. Takemichi starts to blabber nonsense on why Baji would do this, but she can’t understand them. She’s seeing red.

“You motherfucker,” She says while walking to him.

He stops mid-way to Chifuyu’s face and lookups surprise just to be surprised by a loud slap. He spits blood to the side.

“Who is this bitch?! Somebody grab—” Hanma says laughing, entertained with the drama.

“Nobody touches her,” Baji says, his voice deep.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, you crazy fucking psychopath?” She says to Baji and pushes him out of Chifuyu’s body.

He stands up and walks to her but it’s meet with another slap. He just stands there, with his face down and to the side. He knows he has to do this for his friends, but to see the disappointment and hurt in the eyes of the girl he swore to never hurt was killing him.

“I don’t give a fuck if you want to left us, if you want to be our enemy now, be my fucking guest Keisuke! But you’re not going to fucking touch Chifuyu like that with your fucking dirty hands!” She pushes him and he takes a step back.

“Baji, you got to finish your shit!” Hanma says with a laugh, wanting to see how this would end.

Baji turns around and walks to Chifuyu but she gets in front of him, taking his cheeks in her right hand and making him look at her.

“Touch him, go on, I fucking dare you to put one more finger on him, Baji” He closes his eyes, disgusted with the way she’s saying his name, not Keisuke, not Kei, not baby boy, Baji.

“Can somebody take that bitch out of the way already? She’s from Toman!” Someone says and Baji tenses when he senses people getting close to her.

Just in time, like he taught her all those years ago, she throws a punch to her left, landing in the face of the guy that was about to touch her, putting him to sleep in no time.

“I’m from Toman, no? Go ahead and punch me, you stupid fuck,” She says pushing him. “Let’s see the enemy of Toman in action again”

“If someone dares to put a single finger on her I’m going to forget everything about Toman and Valhalla and just kill you all motherfuckers,” It’s all he says, glaring at the guy on the floor.

“Takemitchy, please help me take Fuyu out,” She says, waiting for Takemichi to help her.

He tries to grab her hand but she yanked it off with disgust. He feels the third sunk in his chest, but he knows he deserves it.

“You’re not allowed to touch me anymore, Baji,” She says without even looking at him.

And he stays on alert just in case one of the guys there wants to get in her way again.

After that day he didn’t know more about her. If he sees her in the streets she doesn’t even cross to the other side to not see him, no, she walks past him like he’s not there.

She even stopped going to his house and he didn’t know how to tell his mom that he broke the heart of the girl he loves.

On the day of the fight, he got into the hospital because of a stab. And he thought she didn’t was going to see him.

Till she enters the room, his face lights up but he doesn’t know how to approach her.

“Here is your yakisoba, Chifuyu told me you were craving some,” She says, quietly putting everything in front of him. “I fed your cats yesterday and left enough food for today”

“Y/N—”

“No, Baji,”

“Y/N, please,”

“I said no, I’m not ready,” She says and he feels more pain in his heart than in the wound on his lower back. “I understand where you were coming from but that was not the way, you know damn right you could trust us with your life”

He didn’t say anything.

“One week,” He says when she starts to get ready to go out, she looks at him. “I’m going to give you one week and then I’ll go to your room”

She rolls her eyes and leaves the room.

One week passed and just like he said, he was entering her bedroom in the night. He didn’t go through the window, he went in through the front door with his own spare key, that’s how much trust her parents have in him.

She’s sitting in the chair of her desk.

“Get out,”

“I told you I would give you a week,” Baji says, taking his hoodie and long pants off, leaving him in some basketball pants and a worn-out shirt he always use to hang with her.

“Baji, I don’t—”

“For how long you’re gonna keep calling me that, uh?” He says, trying to control his emotions.

“For as long as I fucking want,”

He sighs. She’s in the right to be mad at him, even though he loves her since they were kids, even though she is the girl he dreams to marry and have a family, if after this she doesn’t want to see him anymore he would have to understand.

“I-I thought I could protect you guys,” He murmurs. “I love those guys with everything I got, I know the way I acted is fucked up, I know Chifuyu got my back right away, that you would got my back without questions but, how? How I’m gonna put him or you in the line of danger after telling you I was going to be your protector forever?”

Quietly she stands and walks to him, automatically he moves under the blankets and holds them open for her to do the same.

“Chifuyu forgave me even though I didn’t apologize properly, Mikey too, b-but you… I know, I know you are in the right to hate me and it’s more than okay if you decide to stop being my friend,” He says sadly, she is hugging her knees and resting her face on top of it. “But I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t hurt me more than anything,”

“I love you, I truly, genuinely love you,” Her eyes widened at the confession but he can’t find in him the will to stop now. “I made the rule of you not being active in the gang even if you were a founder because I wanted to protect you, I promised mom that once I passed this grade I’ll ask you out so you wouldn’t be with a loser, I…”

“Baji,” She whispers but he isn’t hearing.

“I want to still be the guy you run to when you have a problem, I wanted to present myself to your parents as your boyfriend and I fucked up everything with my childish thinking,” He sobs, but he isn’t exactly crying, he’s just having a war of emotions in his body. “I learned that day that I’ll always have my gang, they would die for me as much as I was prepared to die for them…”

“Baji,”

“Please, take more time if you need to forgive me but don’t take away from me your love, it’s—”

“Kei, baby boy,” She says and this time he actually listens to her, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Yes, yes, that’s me,” His hands tingle with how much he wants to touch her but she told him that day he was not allowed.

“You swore you were never going to break my heart—”

“I learned my lesson, I swear, that’s not gonna happen again,” He says agitated, she smiles sadly. “Please, don’t give me that sad smile, princess”

“I thought I lost you…” She whispers and her voice cracks.

“Can I touch you? Let me touch you,” He says desperate and when she nods he pulls her to his chest, caressing her arm softly. “You would never lose me”

“Yes?”

“Yes baby, I promise”

“Then you can be my boyfriend,” He actually flinches from the emotion but doesn’t let her stand up to check on him.

“I’ll be your protector, your boyfriend, everything you need me to be,” He whispers and kisses her head.

He never jumped into serious problems like that after that.

@saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @melaninnntae @dai-tsukki-desu @haitanigigi @yunho-leeknow @keimisan @welkinmoongrab

❀ 20 TIMES IN 10 YEARS | TOKYO REVENGERS

— shinichiro’s love for her doesn’t change, even throughout the years

; w i t h sano shinichiro ( + sano siblings, black dragons)

; w a r n i n g female reader, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, pining, hurt no comfort, angst, canonical character death, au - canon divergence, imagine

; a / n eventual angst at the end because of course. maybe i’ll write a full fanfiction to expound this, maybe i won’t. also, i’ll try to remember to write sister, sister in izana’s pov soon

; l i n k s inspired by this

The first time he confessed to you, he was barely fourteen years old and running a rising gang named Black Dragons. Everyone who had heard of his name had all thought that he was some tall, broad, male with a lean body who can defeat anyone that dares to defy him.

Your first thought of Sano Shinichiro was that he’s a dork.

Keep reading

omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink) 

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

masterlist !

You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands  tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh. 

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.  

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him. 

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you. 

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out. 

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true. 

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought. 

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

Well, well, well, will you look at that? It’s Pride again.

You know the drill by now. It’s June 1, and suddenly everything from banks to big box stores has slapped a rainbow on their logo. Rainbow capitalism knows how to target LGBTQIA+ customers. For exactly 30 days of the year. How quaint.

Of course, it’s nice to make things bright, and colorful, and pretty. But it’s meaningless if that’s all it is.

Pride should be about uplifting and celebrating you, the community. And it should be year-round, not just 8.22% of the year. So, we’re signal-boosting your posts that celebrate, support, and honor all genders and sexualities over here. Follow to keep your dashboard lovely and gay as hell all year round.

And, yes, we’re also making a bit of a fuss right here on @celebrate (apparently, we just can’t help ourselves). So if you’re interested in talking about what Pride means to you or want to celebrate Pride but don’t know how to go about it this year, we made a fun little 30-day Share Your Pride Challenge list. Because you do, in fact, deserve to be celebrated.

Tag your posts with #ShareYourPride if you want to make them a little easier for other people to find. And Tumblr? Happy Pride. We’re glad you’re here.

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How to be More Inclusive in Your Reader-Inserts

I finally made something for fanfiction writers to use as reference on things to avoid when writing. if you are making a reader-insert story, be sure as most people as possible can see themselves fufilling the role you want them to in your story. 

I became a POC fanfiction writer after years of feeling excluded in reader-insert fanfiction. It’s important as a job as a writer to know your audience—some of which may not always fit in your “view”.

Please take the time to read this to help better yourself in the future. I know I didn’t hit every issue, but I’m willing to update it in the future. 

I apologize if this isn’t the prettiest thing, but it was important for me to create.

“A woman can’t be leader. They’re fragile and emotional and if she got her period she’d cause a nuclear war.”

*ahem*

Tell them that.

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things sukuna has had to witness itadori do:

make a Pinterest board for his future wedding, complete with specific sections itadori did not appreciate sukuna telling him he’d be lucky to even find a person to marry him

try out different hairstyles and outfit for three whole hours because itadori wanted to ‘re-invent’ himself 

stare at pictures of jennifer lawrence and make a collage of them as his home screen

write ‘fan fiction’ with an oc scarily similar to jennifer lawrence and sukuna was about to go crazy because the grammar was awful and the plot was mediocre with cringey cliches that made it identical to all the other wattpad stories

see him take 15 pictures in a row and end up deleting 20 from his camera roll

send snapchat streaks to megumi and nobara only to get aired he then sent 3 more within the hour taking time to decorate the snap with bitmoji stickers which still got aired

see/hear his multiple daydreams with complete narratives every night before he sleeps

learn the lyrics to rap songs and tell gojo he wants to try making a soundcloud mixtape the worst thing is gojo supporting him

Yuji: Look Gojo-Sensei, I lost a tooth while fighting today! I’m gonna put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy!

[ Later on, Yuji looking into the camera like he’s on ‘The Office’ ]

Yuji: Yes, I know it was wrong to make Gojo-Sensei think I still believe in the tooth fairy, but I’m in too deep now to tell him otherwise.

[ Camera zooms in to the five hundred dollars beside Yuji’s pillow ]

★ jjk cursed image dump

somebody help them please

(c) please do not use/repost my art! (shares are appreciated :D!)

sukuna really said “we giggled together once but you’re gross, never come near me again or i’ll kill you” and i think that’s some real king of curses shit

yeah

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you’re the one that i want (part 2)

word count: 7k

slight angst, fluff

(part 1) (series masterlist)

tag list: @chogiout ; @seonghwaslut ; @psshwa ; @yeocult ; @seongghwaa ; @cherryeonii ; @atinyxtopia ; @chaoticbanqtan ; @8teenee ; @nczenniez​ ; @atinyarmyx1​ ; 

“tell me, y/n, is it inappropriate that i’m wearing this?”  

this had been the topic of conversation for the past 20 minutes, the woman beside you old enough to be your mother sporting a pink bikini with large sunglasses and a floppy sun hat. 

you can’t even lie in saying your eyes widened upon seeing her walk through the front door this morning, not because she looked awful but because it’s an…odd choice for a woman of her age.

“she’s too nice to say you look like an absolute fool,” your aunt says, the annoyance and disgust in her tone causing you to suppress a giggle. “now help me with these chairs.”

you listen to the women banter back and forth as you three make your way down to the beach, the late morning sun warming your skin as the crashing waves come into view. it’s the sounds you woke to this morning, your open window welcoming the salty breeze and squawking of seagulls.

it’s such a difference to the way you’re usually woken up, screams from your mother or your father’s fist slamming on your door that immediately fills the pit of your stomach with dread and anxiety. it’s an exhausting thing to live that way, constantly on edge and fearful that one tiny thing is gonna set someone off.

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✕𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐓: lazy morning sex, somnophilia, size kink, oral (f receiving), mingi’s morning voice, v submissive reader, established relationships, sensitivity, overstimulation, spit, multiple orgasms, subspace, very slight dumbification, kind of softdom!mingi, tummy bulge, finger sucking, praise, slight manhandling, love-making, breeding kink at the end, creampie.

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