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All 36 hospitals in Gaza have been destroyed by Israel. ALL 36. DESTROYED.
And Israel has the nerve to claim it doesn't bomb hospitals and is "careful not to target civilians".
Fuck you.
I will never forgive and I will never forget how the world allowed this to happen. If you are silent about this, you are complicit. Keep talking about Gaza!
This is actually a really good way to do the pay it forward thing. I hope this iteration catches on
my toxic trait is pretending that bangtan concerts didn't happen if i wasn't personally there to witness them 💕
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I appreciate this video a lot--people don't realize how important it is to start slow if you're trying to come back from a completely sedentary lifestyle, and they get really hurt as a result. Straining your muscles too much, too suddenly can land you in the E.R. and the wrong joint injury can permanently affect your mobility, so please start with absolute basics and easy stretches!
illness and disability are not abnormal. they are natural and exist everywhere that life does. because they're a fact of life - whether they're mental, physical, or both.
you are not abnormal.
— Triangles of Power, Eileen Myles, from 'I Must Be Living Twice, New & Selected Poems 1975-2014'
Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post
We both started at Nevermore at the same time midway through the semester. It was the middle of September, the leaves and foliage around the school were preparing for fall changing colors. I always love when they eventually turned brown shriveled and died.
I loathed my parents for sending me here and loathed my roommate even more. However Enid introduced me to her and that’s when everything changed….for the worst.
To be honest I wouldn’t have paid any attention to her if Enid hadn’t pushed me to.
“Come on Wednesday, you’re both new here it’ll be nice to know someone else who’s learning about the school just like you!” Enid exclaimed too excitedly
“I don’t need to know anyone else, I don’t even want to know you.” I retorted back
It was a bit harsh but Enid was so colorful and bubbly all the time it made me nearly break out in hives.
Her face fell for a moment, then she perked right back up and yelled across the courtyard.
“(Y/N)! Come meet my roommate I was telling you about! This is Wednesday!”
I rolled my eyes and tried to stomp away as fast as I could in my black platform boots.
“Oh no you don’t.” Enid said as she grabbed me by the arm.
“Hello! Enid’s been telling me all about you, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” She extended her arm for a handshake.
I looked at her hand and back at her. Her hands were small and frail looking, but not in a bad way. They looked like they moved with delicacy. As if she could move the thinnest of needles through the thickest of skin during an autopsy.
“What are you?” I asked with a deadpan expression, hoping the brief moment of silence from being lost in thought about her hands would pass.
She lowered her hand and glanced at Enid indicating whatever (Y/N) heard about me was in fact true.
“A witch.” she answered finally. Looking apprehensive as she said it.
My eyes widened, I had studied witches very briefly for a novel that I ended up throwing out. The spells they perform can be very intricate and take years to master.
She looked down shyly as her hair fell around her face in brunette waves shielding her eyes from view. Enid shot glances back and forth between us.
I suppose Enid was right to introduce us. Now I was intrigued.
“Interesting.”
———
(Y/N) was just as bubbly and happy as Enid if not worse.
We all had made our way back to the dorm room Enid and I shared. I was sitting at my desk writing a chapter of the murder mystery novel I was working on while they were on Enids colorful side of the room being loud.
“This is my writing time. If you both want to wake up with all of your fingers in tact I suggest being quiet.”
“Don’t be such a buzzkill Wednesday.” (Y/N) said as she crossed the room to my side peering over my shoulder at my typewriter.
“Whatcha writing?”
“The plot for your murder.” I retorted.
“Oh no don’t kill me Wednesday I wanna be in the sequel.” she teased at me.
Enid hopped off her bed with her phone in hand typing rapidly. Without looking up she announced “I’m leaving to go get snacks don’t kill each other while I’m gone!” as she walked out the door.
“Yeah right! Where are you meeting Ajax this time?!” (Y/N) yelled but Enid was already out the door.
With a sigh (Y/N) plopped down on my bed and returned her attention over to me.
“If you’re going to linger and interrupt my writing you may as well make yourself useful.”
“Mmm in what way?” She asked playfully.
I felt my breath hitch slightly but brushed it off immediately.
“Have you master any spells yet?” I asked.
“Some, just small ones though. Mostly love spells.” she said with a wink.
“If this is your attempt at flirting you’re failing miserably.” I snap. Trying to hide my worry. I’ve often wondered if someone put my parents under a love spell with how sickening they are.
“Calm down, performing a love spell on another person is frowned on. I do them for self love on every new moon.” She replied.
Her face fell slightly. She seemed a bit embarrassed and like she wanted to drop the subject.
“Why do you want to know anyways.” she asked as she toyed with a loose thread on the duvet mindlessly.
I tore my eyes away from those delicate fingers and the way they moved gracefully. “Because I suspect something is going on here and your capabilities may be useful to me.”
“What do you mean?” She asked looking up at me with large round eyes full of curiosity.
“I don’t trust that barista at the Weathervane. I think he’s up to something.”
“The normie? He’s harmless.” She scoffed as she said it.
“How would you know? I thought you were new here.” I stared at her intensely, she knows something.
“New to Nevermore. I went to the normie school for awhile and Tyler and I kinda dated for a minute. He’s nice. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
My jaw tighten as I clenched my fist under the desk. It felt as though spiders were crawling in my stomach.
“Wednesday are you okay?” She asked concerned.
“Fine. I need to get back to my writing.” I turned back to my typewriter and began typing furiously.
(Y/N) sat and stared for a moment but didn’t leave. For whatever reason she seemed to like being on my side of the room. She made herself comfortable on the bed and pulled a book off my shelf. Frankstein by Mary Shelley. My literary hero and nemesis.
“Have you read it?” I ask without looking away from my typewriter.
“What?”
“The book have you read it.”
“Several times. It’s one of my favorites.”
I look over at her and she’s already looking back at me. She looked at home. It made me sick.
“Enids been gone awhile. Do you think she’s okay?”
“I hope she’s dead I haven’t performed an autopsy in awhile.” I say deadpanned.
———
(Y/N) had left an hour ago and Enid was nowhere to found.
I made my way to the balcony through the spiderwebbed window. I needed to practice my cello. Thing had followed me to the balcony. (Y/N) was still in the dorm room when Thing returned from the mission I had sent him on.
“What information did you find?”
Thing gestured in response.
“What do you mean nothing? He was just working the whole time?”
Thing gestured again nervously.
“If you don’t find anything out tomorrow cut the tip of each finger off. Maybe putting an end to you Enids manicure sessions will finally teach you how to gather information.”
Thing gestured rapidly changing the subject.
“She’s far too bubbly playful for my liking.”
Thing didn’t buy it. Gesturing again and fake swooning in response.
“Fine. She isn’t hard to look at. Is that what you wanted?”
———
Nevermore students were brought into town for an outing day.
“Please remember to be kind to the locals! Profesor Thornhill will be keeping a watchful eye on you all!” announced Principal Weems as she set the students off to various activities.
“Where to first roomie?” Enid asked cheerfully.
“You go on, I have business to attend to.”
“Come on, let’s go shopping, you’ll need a dress for the Rave’n coming up.” she pleaded grabbing my arm.
I yanked it back. I hate physically touch.
“I don’t partake in trival adolescent events, this is something I need to do alone.”
“Are you sure she asked? At least take Thing with you.” She expressed with worry.
“Fine.” Thing crawled up on my shoulder as Enid ran off in toward Ajax her blond colorful bob swishing as she moved.
I headed off in the direction of the Weathervane to find some answers. That’s when I saw (Y/N).
They were on the side of the building in a heated argument. Even when she was upset she still was still annoyingly radiant and bright. In an instant she was on the ground and he took off running.
—————
“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”
Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.
Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut
Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc
Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)
Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,
Chapter Warnings: some anxious feelings, thoughts of being perceived, giggling mc, protective bangtan, sejin causing some unforeseen trouble, independent mc, mc forgetting to eat, jin being a savior for awkward mc,
Beta Reader: @crushedblackroses
Taglist: @azazel-nyx @yuzon3 @hannahdinse8 @quirkybtsarmy @mageprincess7 @fluffy-canada-pancakes @suckerforv @chaoticthingpizza @drissteele @carolinexkpop @avadakadabra93 @lachimolala22019 @justaweird0 @singukieee @welcometomyworld13 @toughbook @kimana122 @kpopmultistantrashsstuff
Masterlist // Chapter 1 // Chapter 3
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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:
“Don’t say that. We will always worry about you. You may not have experienced the soulbond we did, but that doesn’t mean something is wrong with you. If anything, our bonds made us fall in love with our sweet and caring baby soulmate. You are ours, and we take care of what is ours.” Namjoon spoke in English again, making his sentence hit you even harder, your cheeks as red as a lobster at this point as he moves closer, placing his hand on your knee.
Never would you think you would be in this situation, in the same room as the boys you had grown to love through their videos and lyrics, and they were basically professing their love for you, their soulmate. It was like being in the middle of a bad fanfiction. You were almost waiting for the other shoe to drop, your experience states that something bad always follows something good.
Via : louii art.
— the one where yoongi doesn’t know what normal working hours are but he does know that he loves you.
↳ alternatively yoongi works too much and too late and you have taken it upon yourself to stop him.
↳ genre established relationship / pure fluff literally nothing else / wc - approx. 900
↳ warnings gn!reader / nothing else they r just in love (gross!)
"baby? what are you doing here?"
"i could ask you the same question." you fold your arms tightly and sigh. "yoongi, you need to sleep."
he shakes his head dismissively. "i’ll be done soon."
"that’s what you said when i texted you. three hours ago."
Eclipsa Butterfly, Star vs the Forces of Evil
