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aahsoka · 2 days
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lovely runner is making me insane . she goes back in time to save her idol and the whole GODDAMN time hes been in love with her ??? since he first met her ???? and shes none the wiser and doesnt even Consider the possibility of that kind of relationship. god its just so compelling
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shehzadi · 3 months
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yesterday (31.01.24), authorities in delhi demolished the 600-year-old akhoonji masjid without any prior warning. the mosque was surveyed in 2022 but no report was ever published.
suhail shaikh, the father of one of the students, muhammad hafizul shaikh, who was studying in the madrasa (the school which was part of the mosque compound) says that he does not know where his son has been taken and isn’t allowed to meet with him. he describes how he was harassed by authorities when he inquired about his son.
imam hafiz nasruddin, on behalf of the waqf board, describes the cold and foggy conditions in which the children and imams were forced to stand outside and describes the extent of destruction the bulldozers caused. not only were the masjid and madrasa destroyed, so were the qurans, the childrens’ belongings, their food, the cemetery and a shrine. authorities also confiscated all phones so nobody could be notified of what was happening.
the above videos are both in hindi but this article partially translates them into english, provides more testimonies and further describes the scenes.
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dvalshock · 2 years
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sherbetstudios · 5 months
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my friend dared me to do something and I don’t think I can heal from what I’ve done
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Happy holidays.
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purplesoup-lad-le · 4 months
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sometimes i wonder if one of those couple name generators would do better than what we've come up with.
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I don't have to wonde anymore
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oh-katsuki · 5 months
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your cup of espresso sits untouched and cooling on the dinner table. you have it after dinner every night, one sugar cube evenly dissolved through the mixture, giving it an almost syrupy flavor that is lovely to sip. it's bitter, but the right kind of bitter, and somehow so impossibly sweet. a perfect finish to the day.
the black screen of your phone sits unobtrusively beside your wrist. you pick it up idly, illuminating it with a quick tap of your finger. a few new notifications, instagram, snapchat, texts, twitter notifications you don't care about. nothing really all too pressing.
you tap to open up your contacts, scrolling and coming to a stop at his name. gojo satoru with a little red heart beside it.
at first, you only tap on it to look. it's not really like you had any plan to text or ring him. you just wanted to look at his contact card, maybe stare for a few minutes at the smiling, half ugly photo of him set as his contact picture. you're in the background of it, grabbing his upper arm to get his attention. it's a photo from a work meetup and nanami took it. somehow, it's come to mean a lot more to you than just a contact photo. you sigh, contemplating the phone call and then, without much fanfare, you click the button.
it rings in your ear as you put it up to the side of your head. your heart pounds in your chest, waiting for the ringing to come to a stop, maybe to hear his voice. it's been a long while since he's answered your calls though and you let out a humorless laugh as his voicemail plays.
"hey, you've reached gojo satoru. sorry i missed your call, i'm just soooo busy—" someone interrupts him, "hey can't you see im recording my voicemail message?" there's a small noise and then he's back, closer now. "—anyway, leave a message at the beep and maybe i'll call you back."
he'd set it in high school and his voice is a familiar and delightful higher pitch. you'd always told him that he needed to change it to something more mature, but he'd always blink at you and give you the same answer.
"who the hell would be calling me?" he'd say. "think i'm applying for another job or something?"
and you could never really argue with it. sure, you could've told him that it was immature, but at the end of the day he was right. it's not like he'd ever planned to change professions and professional conduct meant fuck-all when he was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.
"hey," you start, clearing your throat, "it's me again. i don't know why i thought you'd actually answer my call this time, just sort of felt like you would. it was nice to hear your voice though, even if it was your voicemail message."
you run your finger along the grain in the wood of your table, tracing its intricate pattern with a light touch.
"i made that strawberry shortcake thing today." you're not really sure why you're telling him that. "you know, the one with the cream instead of frosting. it was good, kinda hard to make the actual cake though. the house smells good now. but yeah, i had a day off for once so i just sort of... hung around." you can feel your bottom lip growing raw with the way you chew on it between sentences. there's not really a reason that you called him. nothing particularly interesting has happened to you, let alone anything he'd care about, but you just felt like talking. still do, even if it's to his voicemail box, and you continue speaking into it about your day.
you like to think he couldn't be bothered to answer the phone. lazy, in some way, to answer your needy call. you like to think that maybe he'd seen the call, his phone ringing on the counter, from where he was in the shower. he'll listen to your voicemail and call you when he's out and dry to ask about trying the cake, maybe.
"would have been nice to see you. it's been like... two months since we've met up. i know you're probably busy though. doing whatever it is you do on the weekend, not that i really know anymore."
the kitchen light suddenly seems too bright, casting its artificial yellow glow down on the center of your table. you reach up to rub your temples. there's a dull throb beginning behind your eyes and in the bridge of your nose. it's almost like you're about to cry and as you sniffle quietly into the receiver, you can feel the swell of emotions as it rises in you.
"i really miss you, satoru," you say with a defeated sigh. "i know i probably sound like a broken record and that your phone storage must really be taking a hit, but i do. you probably get a kick out of knowing that though," the laugh that comes from you is muddled as your nose begins to run, and you reach quickly to wipe it. "wish you'd call me back. or come home, maybe. it's funny, i keep thinking that you'll come in the door any minute and the feeling never really... stops."
you clear your throat again, putting your tongue in your cheek and steeling your nerves a little.
"well, i'll let you go now," you swallow, laughing a little like the statement is silly. he's not really on the phone. it doesn't matter all that much how long the voicemail is. "stop before the voicemail lady cuts me off. but yeah, i just wanted to call. i keep hoping that you'll pick up. who knows, right?"
there's a short pause and then you inhale, straightening your back.
"i love you," you say. "always have. i'll call you tomorrow too, so... yeah. i love you, satoru. bye."
you pull your phone away from the side of your face, clicking the end call button a little too quickly before putting it face down on the table. it's comforting to call him, but it hurts too. there's always the hope that he'll answer. that by some miraculous turn of events, the ringing will stop short and he'll draw out a hello in a pleasant tenor hum. of course, he'd know exactly who's calling. satoru always did.
maybe you'll pay him a visit tomorrow, say all of this directly to him, though you haven't had the courage yet to visit that little stone plaque. it's a little too hard, for now. it's easier to think that he's ignoring your calls than incapable of answering them all together.
someday, his voicemail will fill up and you'll have to confront the truth. it will fill up, you'll be greeted by the voice mailbox full message, and there will be no one on the other end to clear it.
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ef-1 · 1 month
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im literally so sick he's so funny and lovely and so smart and fluent in *aunnish*
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rainingstorms1220 · 2 months
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I'm going to expose some of my delusions here:
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Arashi is an OC of mine, but I also use him as my TWST Ramshackle OC... He was actually ORIGINALLY a TWST OC that I made into an OC with proper lore and stuff in my own personal stories (namely FTW) <3 but the TWST version of him I keep very close to my heart <3
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I'm quite. Obsessed. With Leona. So that led to a lot of Thoughts™ of Leona x Arashi (LeoAra). Are they just friends? Or something more?? Who knows 😏
I hope to expand on Arashi's TWST version some day! I don't usually pair OC x Canon but this one is just. Ugh. UGH. My delusions. Guilty pleasure.
Also Reiyuu ( @tairimisu ) and Idia cameo — I know what you are 👁️
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blossoms-and-possums · 3 months
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let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024!
ty to my favourite rat @sequinhaze for tagging me 💛
january: 4 minutes (gcv)
february: now that we don’t talk (taylor swift)
march: one of your girls (troye sivan)
april: night shift (lucy dacus)
may: im the greatest star (gcv, khv)
june: is it over now? (taylor swift)
july: bad romance (gcv)
august: therapy (budjerah)
september: wasabi (little mix)
october: my love mine all mine (mitski)
november: feather (sabrina carpenter)
december: red solo cup (gcv)
tagging (no pressure!) @lavenderhaze @mandycantdecide @pretentiouswreckingball @anauro and anyone else who wants to do this :)
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tsukana · 7 months
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sobbing crying abt baghera and bbh comforting each other about dapper and pomme. crying abt them both being like i hope theyre together and taking care of each other. those are THEIR KIDS
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casualavocados · 1 year
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She’s not safe, you’re drugging her. Why are you keeping her here? Why won’t you let her leave?
HIS DARK MATERIALS 3.02 | The Break
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dawnofus · 4 months
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ACTUALLY CRYING
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mail-me-a-snail · 4 months
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maybe it's cause im really tired but this is one of the only ads ever in this world that has genuinely made me tear up by virtue of its existence. like yeah. yeah im wishing on a fucking christmas miracle for this thing and i want it so bad
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reigningmax · 8 months
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tealfruit · 5 months
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I just watched a young woman (adult, college aged) take the Communal Sharpie. the one being used by all the students to fill out their order cards at the grill station. that has been touched and assumingly will be touched by dozens to hundreds of people per night. and uncap it with her Mouth. and Hold the cap In Her Mouth as she filled out the card. and then recapped it and dropped it back in the basket. and let me just say she is very lucky that I am merciful and kind. because the temptation in me to fully just spit in her burger was strong but I resisted. I Did throw the sharpie Directly into the sink tho.
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scoobydoobyally · 5 months
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THIS ISN'T PURGATORY, THIS IS HELL
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