Okay How About This... Send Me Concepts Or Blurb Ideas And MAYBE I Can Try To Write? I Have To Warn You

okay how about this... send me concepts or blurb ideas and MAYBE i can try to write? i have to warn you i'm slow but still...

Jimin: [trips over air]

Jungkook: hahaha you’re so clumsy

[later when Jimin’s back is turned]

Jungkook, punching the air: Who the fuck do you think you are?!?

😭😭

requested by eve-birdman-art

oh my god...

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

Hey can I request a blurb with Harry Holland in which the reader lives in London and is a college student but she's also from a different country so for summer or Christmas break she goes back home and they talk on face time when they can and when she's back it's fluffy and cute

'baby, i miss you so bad. i can't take it anymore.' harry sighs, wanting nothing but hold you in his arms again. he literally counts down the days.

'i know, bub. the feeling is mutual, trust me. i can't wait to see you in person and cuddle the shit out of you.' you smile as he laughs quietly. he was looking stressed just a few minutes ago and you decided to help as much as you can through the phone screen.

'you know i adore you, right?' you say with a genuine smile on your face. 'these days made me realize how much i feel completed when i'm with you, how peaceful i feel when you're around. i love you, harry.'

you both look at each other with heart eyes through the screen, and harry speaks with a tender voice,

'i love you more, pretty girl. and... i-i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.'

and when you turn back? you both cling to each other like koalas for days. harry picks you up from the airport. he just couldn't wait anymore. he kisses your knuckles as he drives, smiles as he listens to your days at your hometown and thinks how much he wants to be there with you for the next time.

there are lots of kisses and i love you's. you both fall asleep in each other's arms feeling nothing content. you feel like you just found the missing puzzle piece again.

I’m such a whore for Sean Wallace like god boy u can take my soul and feed it to the devil see if I care 😭😂

if this isn't me... so true 😭