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requests & character matchups for gaza

i will be participating in fics for gaza by accepting requests in exchange for donations! i am still going to be on a writing break until june 1, 2024. however, feel free to send in any requests in that time and i will complete them once i return.

rules for requesting!

you must donate to one of the fundraisers and send proof via dm to request. therefore requests cannot be made anonymously

if you donate $2, i will write 500 words. if you donate $5, i will write 1,000 words; if you are able to, you can donate more than $5, but my cap for requests is approximately 1,000 words

i will only be writing for haikyuu! characters

my usual rules apply: i will not be writing any nsfw/dark content

please do not try to send the money to me. donate directly to the fundraiser and send me a screenshot of the donation (be sure to block out any personal details)

i will not be posting anything until june 1, 2024. that is the earliest date i will post any requests. requests will also close on june 1, 2024

edit 5/19/24: i’ve also decided to do character match ups as well!

rules for requesting a character match up!

send me a personality description (mbti, zodiac, likes/dislikes, romantic type, hobbies, any details u can think of) and i will match you up with a hq character & write some dating headcannons

the rate is $1 per character ($1 donation gets you one character match up, $5 donation gets you five character matchups)

max of 5 characters

again, usual rules apply, no nsfw/dark content

please let me know if you have any questions! for more information and to check out other writers participating, check out @ficsforgaza

if you are not able to donate, please consider reblogging to spread the word <3

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ummmm what if i kms /j

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT.

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the next pic is gonna be the back of drake's head from inside his bedroom

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I truly hope that the film dead poets society won't be swallowed by Taylor Swift's community.

I hope that the film stays popular because it is an exceptional film, not because of Taylor Swift.

I hope that this storm will pass.

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This shit got me in ACTUAL FUCKING TEARS

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hard to swallow pill for y'all drake fans but drake is only popular because he makes pop music that children and teenagers play while kendrick is a rapper who has raw emotions, clever lyricism, tackling issues like politics, racism, misogyny, poverty, power, government, aid to his community, and god. he didn't won Pulitzer award for nothing. he is the kind of man who will put you in coffin and bury you then dig your grave back up, shoot you once more and then bury you again.

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rot: h. iwaizumi

her neighbor knocks on her door, and asks her for a favor...

pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader

status: coming soon

warnings: language, angst, alcohol use, violence/blood, adult themes, angst, crimes, poverty, smoking, flawed characters, anger issues, mental health issues, probably bad, general ooc-ness, overused tropes that i will be beating to death, set in 2006 for no good reason other than i felt like it; happy ending but will probably be upsetting

taglist: open, complete this form to be added

minors dni & other rules

chapter one -> a favor

chapter two -> a call

chapter three -> a visit

if you end up enjoying, please leave a like, rb, comment or ask <3

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meet the grahams - Kendrick Lamar (Drake Diss)

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MURDER THE MAN!!!!!!

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"toji cheating au" AS IF ‼️ THAT MAN IS A ONE WOMAN MAN HE TOOK HIS WIFES LAST NAME AND THOUGHT ABT ONLY HER AND THEIR SON IN HIS DYING MOMENTS SHUT UP

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pulling my hair out at the miscommunication going on i need to shove them in a room and lock it. the only way they’re getting out is of they kiss.

bruised part six -> making room

m. list

♪ now playing: angelina by pinegrove ♪

fun facts!

kyotani dyes his hair every four to six weeks

yn's been dying it for him ever since she saw him the day after he tried to dye it on his own and he missed an entire patch of hair on the back of his head

yn and iwaizumi have fought before; they're both pretty headstrong and direct and sometimes that can clash pretty harshly

but usually they're both upfront when there's something that is bothering them and anything else is weird

it always takes oikawa like three seconds to know exactly what's going on with iwaizumi even through text-he can see through everything that man says

yn and kyotani did NOT do well grocery shopping they missed most things that were needed

bonus!

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bruised bonus -> six years back

m.list

♪ now playing: pride by kendrick lamar ♪

Her sneakers squeak against the hard linoleum floor as she sprints through the gymnasium, out of breath and the layer of sweat on her skin turned cold.

The evidence of her lost match is all over her: fresh, smudged blood leaving a trail from her nose to the bottom of her chin, her hands and fingers meticulously wrapped in white cotton, her hair disheveled and knotted. It was only on the bus ride from the ring to the gym that she was able to get her gloves off and stuff them into the depths of her bag.

She'll have time to wash the loss off of her later. For now, she sprints through the stands, down concrete stairs, ignoring the cheers and chants of each team's supporters. She only stops when she rams into the edge of the stands at the bottom of the stairs, hands bracing the barrier in front of her.

At once, her eyes find Iwaizumi on the court, and it's only then that she stops to catch her breath. The back of her hand swipes under her nose, wiping away a trickle of blood and smudging it along bumpy edge of her arm wrap. They're at the start of the third set.

She made it. Chest still heaving, she smiles at the realization. She didn't miss it.

She settles there, dropping her bag beside her feet and leaning over the edge to watch closer. Volleyball's not her area of expertise, no matter how many times Oikawa tries to explain it to her. It moves too quickly for her to keep track of, and she can't differentiate the genius plays from the normal ones.

But she loves to watch Iwaizumi play.

He plays volleyball the way that she boxes: heavy, forceful, head-on. Though Iwaizumi does tend to be the more deliberate, level-headed athlete. She watches him spike the ball, and it reverbs against the ground in a way that makes her flinch.

Iwaizumi plays in a way that's reliable and intentional. She can fight irrationally and erratically.

Her eyes trail Iwaizumi as he moves throughout the court. She doesn't follow the ball or its path; she stays fixated on her best friend.

In any other game, she’d call out to him. Yell his name at the top of her lungs and let it be known to him that she’s there. But there’s a deep concentration etched into his features, and she doesn’t want to be the one to break it.

Oikawa would kill her.

A few odd looks are tossed in her direction between volleys, people eyeing the bright red shorts and arm wraps and fresh, blossoming bruises. She doesn't really notice. Her time at these games is usually spent talking to whoever’s around her: charming parents of students she’s never formally met, gossiping with Oikawa’s cute fans and telling them the most embarrassing stories she could think of from when they were younger, provoking supporters of opposing teams. But today, her sole focus is on the game before her.

The game progresses, tight and unyielding. She notices halfway through the set the way that she bites down on her lip and tenses each time the ball drifts over to their side of the court. It makes her heart sink when the ball slams to the ground, when they’re blocked, when they dive for a ball that bounces against the ground right in front of them. She finds herself yelling in encouragement without meaning to at every receive, serve, and spike done well.

She doesn’t think she’s seen a game like this one, the grip on the railing in front of her making her knuckles go white. Iwaizumi dives to the ground to retrieve a ball, both desperate and ferocious, and she thinks of his words to her the night before.

I just don’t want this to be it. I don’t want it to be over.

The scores creep up. The ball falls right in front of Oikawa’s face. “Shit,” she mumbles under breath, mouth feeling dry.

It doesn’t matter if she lost today. She’ll get to fight again. More than anything, she wants this win for them. She doesn’t want this to be it for him.

The game continues. Everything seems louder and faster when it does. She watches in a nervous fascination as things occur too quickly for her comprehension. And now she’s transfixed by the back and forth. An exclamation of curses leaves her lips as Oikawa slams into a table, out of bounds, and sets the ball back over to Iwaizumi. Her heartbeat is in her throat as she tries desperately to follow, and she blinks, and then, the ball drops.

And it takes her a second to realize what that means.  

Oikawa spots her first, waiting in the hallways outside of the gym, dragging his feet and cursing to himself. He rolls his eyes at the spot of her. “Oh great, you were here to see us lose. How wonderful,” he spits out, voice drenched in agitation.

She doesn’t take it personally. Oikawa’s always like this when he loses. “You played good, Kawa,” she comments, meaning it, but not wanting to say anything further to upset him.

He scoffs, and eyes the now dried blood that stains her face. “Hope you lost too,” he snarks.

“I did,” she shrugs. “She kicked my ass.”

“Well, that makes me feel a little better,” Oikawa mumbles, and then looks over his shoulder behind him. “Your boyfriend got held up by Yuda, should be out in a second.”

The loss is so fresh for him, she decides not to bother correcting him. Oikawa can have this one. She gives him a firm pat on the shoulder that’s meant to be affectionate, but it jerks him forwards harshly. He gives her one last lingering look of annoyance before he steps away.

Iwaizumi isn’t far behind. He turns the corner and spots her, straightening up at the sight of her. “Hey,” he greets, stepping in front of her. Iwaizumi raises a knuckle and gently knocks it against the hollow of her cheek. “Couldn’t at least wash your face before you came?”

“Didn’t wanna miss anymore than I had to,” she tells him. “You played well, Haji.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he counters, brow furrowed. He keeps his gaze fixed on her busted lip and bruised jawline. “We still lost.”

“Who cares? I lost too. Everyone loses,” she tells him, but she doesn’t really believe it. She knows it matters to him. She knows that he’ll care no matter what she says.

“I missed that last one,” he states. “If I had gotten it then maybe-“

“You play a team sport, Haji,” she cuts him off. “Don’t shoulder the entire loss because of one spike that didn’t score. You still played in a way you should be proud of.”

Iwaizumi raises his hand and cups it around the back of her head, rustling her hair and knotting it up even worse. “You sound like Oikawa, you jerk,” he teases lightly, and uses that hand to pull her into his chest. Automatically, her arms wrap loosely around his waist. “Thanks for coming,” he says, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Sorry you lost your match. I was hoping at least one of us would’ve won.”  

Just slightly, he goes limp against her, like he’s finally able to release all of the tension that’s built up and kept him going. Her arms snake tighter around him, letting him know that she’s there to hold him up, if he needs her to.

She almost tells him that she would’ve rather he won than her, but she doesn’t it. She knows him well enough to know that it would just piss him off more. “Yeah. I should kick everyone on Karasuno’s ass to make up for it.”

Iwaizumi chuckles lightly against her. “Yeah, that I’d like to see.” He lets go of her then, and he takes a step back to give her a strained, small smile. “I gotta go soon. You’ll be around tonight?”

She knows what he means when he asks that. It’s the same routine they always have after a loss. Iwaizumi can’t be alone with his thoughts. He’ll start to blame himself and his thoughts will spiral. So she’s taken to sneaking in through his window in the middle of the night to distract him. Just to make sure he’s not alone.

“Yeah,” she confirms with a slight smile of her own. “I’ll be around. Just text me.”

He nods and lifts his hand to rustle the top of her hair, again. And even though he keeps the smile on his face, she can the frustration in his eyes and way he struggles to maintain it. “See you later.”

And it’s just past midnight when she gets the text from him. She’s already on her bike, on her way there when it vibrates in her pocket. The way she fights can be irrational and erratic. She rushes into it and she gets too hot too fast. That’s why she loses matches. In the ring, she’s not consistent. She’s not reliable. She’s not dependable.

But as the wind whips her hair as she flies down the street, she takes some comfort in knowing that she’s capable of it. She can be like Iwaizumi when he’s on the court. If not in the ring, then she can be like that for him, when he needs her to be.

an: childhood friends to lovers is such an important trope to me but whenever i write it cannot help but write tons and tons of backstory because there is NOTHING i love more than character/relationship development over time and exploring relationship dynamics so expect more of this tbh. currently planning little flashback chapters every five chapters or so. unless everyone hates this. then it never happened.

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swiftes i am sorry (no im not) but please stop tagging dead poets society and stuff that sounds like that in posts related to taylor's new album 😭 (unless it's dps related lmao)

like PLEASE i am on my knees BEGGING that dps doesn't become a swiftie thing

that's OUR (dps tumblr) MOVIE not yourssss

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she then had the nerve to say that she didnt feel safe for “being accused of something with no proof” when screenshots are available as well as the fact that she was asked politely before this went public 💀

hello everyone :) i usually don't post things like this, but it has come to my attention that @daeydreams is copying my work and reposting it on her blog while acting inoccent.

proof under cut! tw: discourse :(

i first encountered dae's blog when her 'work' appeared on my dashboard.

the words, everything, all copied from my post. i'm also pretty sure she took the banner as well.

this post, was MY original work. And I would like to add, she didn't even change anything on my post, just plainly copied/pasted it and posted it.

For context, i posted this on March 17th, 2024.

Dae posted my work on April 23rd, 2024.

link to the fic

so I went to her dm's to ask her to take it down, providing screenshots about my plagiarised work.

and her response wasn't exactly the politest.

then after providing that less than polite response, she blocked me.

Then after she blocked me, i got a dm from one of my mutuals (their user will not be provided as they asked me to keep it confidential) saying that she copied another one of my works.

my work. my words. posted on April 24th, 2024

mine was posted on March 6th, 2024.

clear, blatant plagerism.

i do not tolerate plagerism, in any shape, form or way.

this, is my original ideas, my original work.

this is a situation that i do not tolerate, and it is degrading to have something stolen from me, even making it obvious that you were stealing my work. didn't jumble it up or even replace words- just uprightly copied my work and posted it as yours.

calling yourself a writer, not to mention acting inoccent while you were at it, is pathetic.

Please block and report dae, and if you are following/mutuals with this person, I ask that you block me/break our mutual, if you want to keep interacting with dae. If you want to add any other information/edits to this post, send me a dm or ask to add more.

other writers, whether you're following me, mutuals with me or don't know who the fuck I am, please take the time to block dae as well. in her last dm to me, she said in plain words, "and if I want (and I will) I can copy other writers-" I have a feeling that any/all works posted on her account, is from other writers.

so please, beware of dae and block/report her.

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favorite writer of all time 🫶🏻

NUMBER 68 WITH BOKUTO!!!

play wrestling is actually my love language

500 follower special: #68 “PILLOW FIGHT!”

bokuto x gn reader, pretty much just fluff, short, this is actually just kind of stupid, not proofread

When Bokuto says, “There’s only one way to solve this,” they know what’s coming. It doesn’t matter what they’re trying to solve. If they’re debating what to order for dinner or who’s turn it is to do the dishes.

Whatever the marital spat might be, the solution will, inevitably, be a grin so bright it makes the sun seem dull, and the enthusiastic shout of, "PILLOW FIGHT!"

Their socks slip on the hardwood, making them slide across the floor as they grip onto the throw pillow they snagged from the couch. Bokuto is just a step behind them, impossibly long arm reaching toward them, snagging them around the waist and pulling them back against his chest.

"I'm winning!" he yells, lifting them up off their feet with one arm, the other victoriously holding up a limp bedroom pillow upright over his head.

They kick their legs wildly, trying to break away from his grip. "You're cheating!" they cry, squirming in his grip but unable to escape his iron-clad hold. "You didn't hit me yet!"

"Oh yeah," he concedes, and then brings the pillow down to gently knock against their still squirming legs. "Now I win," he declares, and leans down to place a kiss on the top of their hair as they go limp in defeat.

Bokuto places their feet down on the ground, but doesn't let up on his hold, keeping their back still pressed against his chest, resting his chin on the top of their head. "Not fair," they pout. "You always win."

They can't see it, but they know he's grinning, smug and satisfied. "That's true. I do always win. It must be exhausting being married to someone who wins at literally everything."

"Yeah," they agree, twisting around to look up at him. "You're too strong for me to beat you."

Bokuto blinks, forcing an apprehensive frown. "Are you trying to flatter your way out of folding the laundry?"

In response, they smile sweetly up at him, and then they lean up on the tips of their toes to give him a chaste kiss on his lips. "Maybe?"

His smile comes back in full force. "It's working."

an: this was goofy

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imma shove this in my mouth for safe keeping.

bruised part one -> rest in peace, kageyama m.list ♪ now playing….double d by skinned teen ♪

fun facts!

yn and iwaizumi always make fun of oikawa but at least once a week they’re sitting on the couch together at two am facetiming him for hours

yn is not the most consistent athlete; she goes through high and low periods where she will perform extraordinarily well and then periods where she cannot focus on the fight she’s in and hits a losing streak

alisa has set yn up on 17 blind dates and not one of them has gone well; at this point alisa is just throwing whatever she can find at a wall and hoping something will stick

kageyama found a little red envelope in his gym bag back in his first year of high school during a practice match seijoh and was horrified to discover it was from the scary third year that always hung around iwa and oikawa

poor guy was horrified. he didn’t even have the chance to be flattered. he was so nervous that he didn’t notice that his name wasn’t on the letter anywhere or that some of the details seemed a bit odd and like maybe they didn’t apply to him

because he realized it was a love letter and saw yn���s named signed at the bottom and his head went blank

all he could think about was how when nishinoya got a little flirty with the very straight faced third year watching in the stands iwaizumi almost bit his head off

so he hide it in the bottom of his bag, very careful not to let any of his teammates see it, and then made the mistake of asking oikawa what to do about it

bonus!

an: i’m just making shit up do not hold me to any semblance of realism ok; as usual chapters will start out shorter and build up :)

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RAHHHH IM SO EXCITED 👹

INKED-S. KIYOKO SMAU

yn owns a tattoo shop, one right across the street from the local florist, where sometimes she can see the pretty owner pass by the windows

main m.list

status: coming soon

tags: kiyoko x fem!reader, fluff, tattoo shop owner x flower shop owner

warnings: language, alcohol use, previous toxic relationships, angst at points, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

taglist: closed

minors dni

introductions: tattooers | florists

part one: coming soon