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I don’t have any advice but if you do reblog
Hey, do any of my followers have experience with absconding from their parents' house to a safe place as soon as they're able? Do you have any advice on how to do that? Do you have any advice on what the person they're going to live with should do?
LETS MAKE A TAG TRAIN!!!!
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How many people can repost?
Dear Supporter,
I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔
I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊
Note: Verified by several people as 90-ghost and aces-and-angels. ☑
Hey, Eman!
I may not be able to donate myself but I can spread the word about your plight easily. @will0thew1sp , @a-little-ray-of-fantasy and @eeveestarstudios-blog are all able to spread the word.
Stay safe out in this world.
⨳ ❛𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓
❛ In which two disabled idols find comfort in each other’s arms.
𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ) 1.4k
꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Han deals with a lot of anxiety and depression, reader has fibromyalgia, constant mentions of being in pain, love-making, cussing, lots of angst, MDNI.
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⌗ O1┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝
ten months earlier
It’s a shrine. Photographs and posters of your face adorn the walls of your former bedroom, meticulously arranged in neat rows, each framed and dated, chronicling your journey. The once wobbly old bookshelves, which cradled your most cherished books, have been replaced by plain white ones, now solely occupied by your albums and merchandise. The desk, your sanctuary where you spent countless hours studying or writing songs until your body gave in to exhaustion, has vanished. In its place stand several life-sized cardboard cutouts, unmistakably pilfered rather than bought. The only vestige of familiarity in this shrine is your bed, still dressed in the same crimson linens you had always adored. There you sit, a hollow semblance of the person whose face now dominates these walls, alongside your untouched suitcase since your arrival.
A torrent of conflicting emotions surged through you, as memories long buried flooded your already chaotic mind, bringing with them a sharp migraine that crept through your temples. Despite having taken medicine, you doubted it would dissipate without the balm of a proper night’s sleep. Yet, as your mother poked her head through the half-closed door of your old bedroom, you knew rest would remain elusive. Nevertheless, you managed to pull the corners of your lips into a smile, hoping it would be convincing enough as she made her way inside to sit beside you.
She surveyed the room she had reimagined, a delicate flush coloring her cheeks. "I couldn't help it; I wanted to celebrate your success."
You remained silent, instead allowing your gaze to drift over the unsettling array of posters, each bearing your stage name, Noctara. The dark, haunting themes woven into every image evoked a peculiar sensation, as though you were staring at the face of a stranger rather than your own.
"I wanted to showcase everything in the living room so our friends could see just how hard you’ve been working," she said, her voice tinged with a soft laugh as she rolled her eyes playfully. "But your father worried it might scare some of them away."
You couldn’t help but agree with your father’s sentiment, though you managed to smile at her gesture. It was strange to see her so animated, grasping for words when the last time you had seen her in person had been so fraught with pain. It seemed she wished to erase that hurtful moment from memory — or perhaps she already had.
It was no surprise that she chose now, when you had to conceal half your face just to walk the streets without being recognized, to display your success. Although performing had always been your passion, you had often contemplated quitting, burdened by your mother’s relentless obsession with having a prodigious child. Time and again, you had been pushed to the brink, desperately clinging to whatever you could to prevent yourself from falling.
The irony of your success as an idol was not lost on you. As deadlines and relentless schedules closed in, every attempt to catch your breath was thwarted. You couldn’t retreat behind your doting father for refuge anymore, not when your career stood at its zenith, laden with the heavy expectations of others.
Your career had granted you the ability to fulfill a dream that was close to your father’s heart—allowing him to retire from his grueling construction job and open a record store just around the corner from your street. The store, flourishing amidst the resurgence of vinyl enthusiasts, stood as a testament to his newfound joy. The thought of quitting now, and disappearing from the spotlight, was unthinkable. Your family, now reliant on your success, would be left with nothing, and no matter how you felt about them, it would be deeply unjust.
“Have you seen my garden?” Your mother’s voice cut through the silence that had stretched between you, breaking the heavy pause with an unexpected question. You shook your head, astonished to learn that she had finally done what she had long promised: to revive the gardens that had languished throughout your childhood. “Come with me.”
She gestured for you to follow, rising swiftly and hurrying out of your room with an eagerness that suggested she’d rather be anywhere else. With a soft groan, you pushed yourself to your feet, ignoring the persistent ache in your lower back and knees.
As you entered the common areas of the house, you found the glass sliding doors leading to the backyard flung wide open. Your mother stood on the porch, her face alight with a broad smile as she awaited your reaction to her labor of love. The garden was a riot of wildflowers, each one a burst of color, growing almost as tall as you. There was no trace of meticulous planning; instead, the flowers seemed to have been scattered with joyful abandon. A stone path wound its way through the garden, leading to a stunning fountain that stood gracefully at its heart. Despite the apparent chaos, your eyes were drawn to the garden's raw, untamed beauty, a testament to its natural charm and the loving hands that had nurtured it.
“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath. She gestured toward the porch swing beside the sliding doors, and you settled onto it with a grateful sigh as she joined you. “I’m so glad you finally got the garden you wanted.”
Her smile was soft and warm as she replied, “It couldn’t have been without you.”
You fought to contain the swell of emotion in your chest, but the smile that tugged at your lips betrayed your efforts. Her smile widened in response, a silent acknowledgment of the moment, and she wisely chose to let the silence stretch between you, wrapping you both in a comfortable tranquility.
“Do you have anyone?”
The unexpected question made you scoff, your eyes rolling before you could curb the reflex. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” she said through gritted teeth, struggling to mask her frustration, prompting you to purse your lips in silent apology. “Are you seeing anyone?”
“Mom,” you sighed, trying to keep your tone even. “You know that as an idol, I’m not allowed to date.”
“Yes, that might be true,” she pressed on, undeterred. “But I keep reading about idols who are dating anyway.”
“And why can you read about it, Mom? Because those idols either got caught or their companies allowed them to publicly announce their relationships.”
“Yes, yes,” she waved her hands dismissively, as though swatting away your argument. “Rules are just suggestions; they can’t control you completely.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly, glancing up at the stars above as if they might lend you some strength. The absurdity of her words almost made you laugh out loud.
“You don’t understand, I could be fired if I’m caught dating. It’s happened before.”
“At least hear me out,” she persisted stubbornly, and you sighed in resignation. “The reason I bring this up is because I recently met an old friend from my youth—”
“Absolutely not.”
“Hold on—”
“No, Mom, I am not meeting any of your friends' sons.”
“Please!”
Her desperate plea silenced you, leaving you with your jaw clenched in frustration. To regain your composure, you shifted your gaze to the tranquil garden, seeking solace in its calm serenity.
“I recently reconnected with an old friend from my youth, and she has a son who is also an idol. I didn’t make any promises, but I said I’d discuss it with you. If you agree, you’ll meet him this Friday at a coffee shop just two blocks away. Even if you’re worried about your company firing you—which I doubt, considering your success—you can simply say you’re meeting a friend rather than going on a date. There’s really no harm in meeting one boy for your mother’s sake.”
“My answer is still no. I don’t want to—”
“Oh, Y/N, please! I don’t ask for much—”
“No, Mom, you ask for everything! It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me—I do—but my answer remains firmly no.”
“So you’d rather embarrass me?”
With an exasperated sigh, you gaze up at the star-strewn sky, silently pleading for some celestial intervention.
“Fine,” you grit out, your frustration barely contained. “But I will meet him just this once, and you will never pester me with this nonsense again.”
The joy that spread across her face would have been almost comical if you weren’t so weary. She leaped up in excitement, planting quick kisses on your cheeks before dashing inside, presumably to share the news with your father. In the distance, you heard her calling out the details again: Friday at noon.
You released another sigh, rubbing your temples as you reclined in your seat. The garden remained as enchanting as ever, and the night sky, with its blanket of stars, was even more breathtaking.
posted: 06 • 14 • 2024
💬 a note from green;
i broke up with my girlfriend today but we roll haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, more will be coming since i'm just going to throw myself into writing instead of coping because therapy is expensive and i don't want to.
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Moffy is seeking help </3
Hello all, I try not to ask a lot of people, but my mother and I are once again in a tough spot. Last time I asked for help with our ambulance bill, y’all really pulled through and made it much much MUCH, less of a burden on us.
Right now, my family is down to one car from two that were given to us for free. They weren’t the best, but they got us through a lot and allowed us to get around town, which honestly is all we really needed.
My parents are separated but share this one car, and unfortunately that leads to a lot of unnecessary stress (mom has to take blood pressure medication currently, but is getting better) and complications. My dad, at 75 still works and mom is on a limited income, as am I.
Our car is on it’s last legs, no air or heat, a undercarriage that ruins tires even six months and is too much to fix, and out newest problem is the transmission going out. Currently we can only certain gears, and not even drive. It barely gets us to the grocery store.
Mom and I would really like to get a “new” used car, but we need some sort of down payment. At the vest least, we’d like to raise 500 usd but 1k would be even better. If you’re interested in supporting me, you can donate to the following (peace specify it’s for my mother/car payment)
https://paypal.me/MistressOfFear?locale.x=en_US
https://ko-fi.com/mistressoffear
I can also make you something in exchange for donating! My ko-fi has commissions open, and if you’re an editor I would be happy to upload my resources (comic cut outs) for you to download!
🚨🚨For parents looking through their child’s phone 🚨🚨
hello, you might be wondering, why is this on their feed/liked/reblogged?
well, that’s probably for you. I just have a few questions for you, dear parents. Why are you on your child’s phone? I understand that this is a 17+ app (on the iPhone App Store), but you are going through a phone your child is currently owning and using. You GAVE the child the phone you BOUGHT for them, and you are looking through it like it’s your own. I understand that you might be concerned about what your child might be on, but looking through their phone is an evasion of privacy, and it’ll make your child not trust you.
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I understand that in todays world, everything is held at a certain level, a level your child might be trying to reach, but school, stress, ADHD, anxiety, depression, certain thoughts, and family troubles could be holding them down so much, that they have to look for things on the phone that might not be good for them, but this is a new age, and age where kids will know how to use things, communicate, and be safe, and if they don’t, they have the whole community and the friends they have made along the way here to help them.
Tumblr is all fun and games when you set it up correctly, you get the fandoms you love and the fandoms you hate off of the feed, and when you fit right into the pure chaos and chaotic reblogs, and if someone texts them something weird? They can help with that by turning on a setting that forces people to follow their account to message you, and it’s always bots that message, or weird-ass people who ask them questions. If they aren’t as a certain age, some blogs will be blocked for their safety, and if they feel uncomfortable with a post or a person, they can block the post (report if it’s that bad), and block the person. And if they feel down, there’s always the fandoms they love that can help them feel better; and if that doesn’t work, they can have fun with the friends and mutuals they have made along the way of starting Tumblr.
Now, I understand if you feel left out of the picture because your child isn’t being open with you, but it could be because they are scared. They could be scared or afraid that they have gone too deep into a rabbit hole, and they won’t be trusted by you anymore and that you’ll hit them or they’ll just get hurt physically or emotionally/mentally. when this is how your child feels, it could be because of your parenting, are you treating them correctly? Are you accepting anything the child wants to go to or get (if you decline, try and say why because they might feel rejected completely)
In todays world, if your not a certain person or you don’t act a certain way, you’ll be left behind and laughed at. You may be thinking that your child is being funny when they tell you about how they feel, but it could be hurting the child mentally. I’m describing what my parents are like currently, and I’ve had some certain thoughts, some that I hate having.. and I- we, THE WHOLE TUMBLR COMMUNITY just don’t want your child being harmed. Cause trust me, if we hear about a child being rejected or harmed and it gets spread, we will get angry, and we will literally start up a donation or a lawsuit against the parents (ok maybe not the lawsuit, but it kinda feels like the tumblr community would do that).
and for people on Tumblr,
PLEASE, REBLOG TO SPREAD AWARENESS FOR KIDS PRIVACY ON DEVICES!
Thanks for reading this :)