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wesokkasimp · 3 years

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HAIKYUU!! CHARACTERS I HC AS JEWISH ✡️⁉️

who’s this about?— jewish!sugawara, asahi, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, tendou, aran

a/n: ik that japan has like 3000 jews total and that this is very unrealistic but give me a break pls 😄

KARASUNO—

sugawara koushi: your grandmother would LOVE HIM. goes to temple every week, can recite torah passages, isn’t *fluent* in hebrew but can read and understand it at like a 5th grade level. can’t speak it tho 💔💔 both of his parents are jewish.

azumane asahi: njb vibez. he’s not like STRICT strict kosher but he doesn’t eat pork or crustaceans and waits two hours before eating dairy if he has meat, or vice versa. almost threw up right before his bar mitzvah 🤒🙏 his mom is jewish.

SEIJOH—

oikawa tooru: i feel like your grandparents would like him, but not LOVE him. he’s not an academic like suga yk 😞💔⁉️ anyways his bar mitzvah was “Club Tooru 🥵😩💪” themed. iwaizumi has been making fun of him for it for 15 years. BUT HE GAVE A REALLY HEARTFELT SPEECH AT HIS BAR MITZVAH AND WAS SHUSHING PEOPLE DURING THE CEREMONY SOHFFYGD 🥺🥺 he’s not allowed to light the menorah because when he was like nine he knocked it over while it was half lit and his sisters shirt caught on fire. also he butters his latkes??? sobbed at takerus bar mitzvah; his sister made him go to the bathroom to collect himself. his mom is jewish.

NEKOMA—

kuroo tetsurou: kippahs never sit right on his head 💔💔 doesn’t know hebrew but can actually speak a good amount of yiddish? he did a rap at his bar mitzvah, yaku filmed it and uses it to blackmail kuroo. one time lev referred to judaism as christianity lite as a joke and kuroo made him run laps the whole practice. when he was ten he found out kenma had never seen the prince of egypt and he immediately ran over with his dvd 😖😖 his dad is jewish.

FUKURODANI—

bokuto koutaro: kippahs also never fit on his head 💔💔 has been trying to learn hebrew since he was like four but it never stuck. he ate too much food at his sisters bat mitzvah and threw up on the dance floor. he grew up kosher, dropped it in college, and started again in his mid 30s. always stumbles through the chanukah prayer. both of his parents are orthodox.

akaashi keiji: ULTIMATE NJB ARE YOU JOKING??? anyways yeah grandparents love him DUH. he’s polite, speaks fluent hebrew, follows kosher laws similar to asahi, can speak a little yiddish but not as much as kuroo. all his supernatural mangas have a kabbalistic vibe to them yhfdthk 😊💓 honestly just makes jewish life look really aesthetic like he doesn’t even need to put foil under his menorah to catch wax?? likes the prince of egypt, LOVES fiddler on the roof, but also broadway musicals in general. i mean broadway is pretty jewish soo checks out. OH AND HE TRIES TO HELP BOKUTO WITH HIS HEBREW HE’S SO PRECIOUS 💔 his mom is ethnically jewish, his dad is a convert.

SHIRATORIZAWA—

tendou satori: he’s a fucking menace. puts ketchup and mayo on his latkes, has broken his family’s seder plate TWICE, completely butchered his torah reading at his bar mitzvah. oh also every passover his house is a fucking war zone. i hc that both of his parents are converts so sometimes his grandparents come, sometimes they don’t. when they DO, people are constantly screaming at each other. when they DON’T, his parents are constantly screaming at a phone. poor guy can’t win </33

INARIZAKI—

aran ojiro: i don’t have tons of thoughts on aran tbh. he’s ethnically jewish, but his parents haven’t been religious since they were in their 20s, so he’s never been to temple. but he still celebrates chanukah, passover, yom kippur, rosh hashanah, the whole nine yards. OH but his family’s seder plate is GORGEOUS. like akaashis is put to shame it’s so beautiful 💔💔 he invited the team over for a seder once, atsumu GAGGED upon tasting the horseradish. osamu made fun of him for it, one thing led to another and they were wrestling over the table. both of his parents were raised orthodox.

#sarahwrites #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #sugawara hcs #asahi hcs #kuroo hcs #oikawa hcs #tendou hcs #bokuto hcs #akaashi hcs #aran hcs #sugawara fluff #asahi fluff #oikawa fluff #kuroo fluff

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decaffedmoon · 3 years

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starting my second page of february w my favourite lyrics from childish gambino <3 and also trying to give off as much as good vibes as possible

#bujo #february spread #bullet journal #bujo spread ideas #journalling #studyblr #sarahtxt #sarahwrites #aesthetic notes #bulletjournal #childish gambino #illustrations #study notes #studyspo #edlynstudies

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awkwardlyweepingstudent-blog · 5 years

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A Connection (A six the musical Katherine Howard short story)

I CAN ADD MORE TO THIS IF YALL WANT OR CONTINUE IT OR RLLY ANYTHING PLZ LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU WANT I’LL WRITE ANYTHING ELSE TOO ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS V BAD.

Katherine looked around to make sure no one could see what she was doing before hiking up her skirt slightly just so her feet could move more. She held her skirt in one hand and the crown on her head with her other as she started running to the other side of the castle through the long, elaborately decorated hallways that she had gotten used to during the few months she had been in the castle. As she got closer to the room she slowed her pace trying to not make a sound as she approached her friend’s study. She peaked her head in to see the dark-haired man hunched over a map. She took a second to look at the man’s features, she could see his hazel eyes skimmed over the map marking several things on his journal. His hair was a dark brown and his stature was large in height but not in size. She tiptoed into his study tapping his shoulder, “Tom” he jumped slightly, his posture stiffening but quickly relaxing the sound of her voice. With Henry her life wasn’t as she had expected, the King had a short temper and hung around with men who would often shoot hungry looks at Katherine that made her shudder thinking about what they’d do if she wasn’t on the arm of the king. Thomas was the one exception, he was different. He cared for her in a way she had never experienced before, with any of the men she had had relationships with. He didn’t want something from her or to do something with her, he just wanted her to be alright. He was just what Katherine needed, a friend who understood her and listened to her without wanting to bed her.

“Katherine” he smiled at her and pushed his chair out standing up and walking over to her, bowing his head slightly before pushing a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you since you got back from your trip,”

“I’ve been ok, I missed you, Kathy” “I’ve missed talking to you too,” the two of them took a seat across the room from where Thomas had previously been working, “Henry’s been a bit much lately, I hate to say it but I’m a bit relieved to have him out of the castle,”

“He has the best intentions I’m sure,”

“You’re right, it’s just all so much, especially when just last year my life was nothing like this, and I feel like I can’t do anything right, like anything I do I’m just messing it all up-” “You’re doing great, trust me.” Thomas put his hand gently on Katherine’s and rubbed the side of it. After a minute or so of Thomas comforting her in silence before he spoke,

“There is one thing, can we talk?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing,” Katherine giggled,

“It’s really undeniable you see, I know there’s Henry and all, but, you see, we have a connection.” Katherine’s heart dropped

“I-I’m sorry what did you say,” she hoped she had heard his words wrong,

“I said we have a connection,” before he finished his last words she could feel tears prick her eyes. Memories flashed in her head of countless men saying that before. She thought he was different. She really truly believed he was, she pushed her chair back slightly and stood up. She was wrong. He was just as bad as them. They were never going to be different. Hell, he was worse than them. At least they would tell her upfront instead of making her believe that they wanted to actually be friends with her.

“Playtime’s over,” the words of her music teacher echoed her head. Men only ever wanted one thing. The only thing they wanted was,

“Katherine?” with tears threatening to fall, she ran.

#katherine howard #howard #six the musical #six #six wives #henry viii #henry viii wives #beheaded #catherine howard #Thomas Culpeper #all you wanna do #all you wanna do six the musical #sarahwrites #sarahwritessix

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pouttillo · 6 years

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prompt: i have you shoved against the wall but now i can’t stop looking at your mouth

pairing: ryan/gavin (freewood)

“GAVIN,” came a snarled half yell, half choke from down the hallway. “GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!” It was hard to tell if the inconsistencies in Ryan’s voice were due to anger or injury, but as Gavin poked his head out of his room to face Ryan, he was pretty sure that it was injury. As always, the Vagabond had come home with bloodstains and bandages wrapped around his limbs. Puzzled by his harsh tone, Gavin filed down the hallway towards Ryan and flipped on a soft light, only to stop short when he saw the extent of Ryan’s wounds. Gavin tried to categorize them logically, hoping to quell the storm of worry and frenzy in his stomach, but after counting stab wound number 8, he flew past Ryan and into the kitchen, grabbing a first aid kit and what he hoped was a half empty glass of very strong liquor.

“Ryan, Jesus, what the bloody hell happened to you out there? You’ve got more damn cuts than the entire bloody patronage of the Los Santos emergency room!” Gavin was now frantically cleaning open tears and cuts while surveying the damage done to Ryan. He rambled on, “You could’ve called for backup Ryan, I know you’re big, bad, and dangerous but at least have some sense!” Gavin peered closer at a wound, then rummaged around for a needle in the kit, “Hmm, might have to stitch this one-“ he began to mutter, but was cut off as he looked up at Ryan for approval. The tall mans eyes were burning with rage. Perhaps, Gavin thought, it had been anger- not just injury- that had plagued Ryan’s voice. “Ryan? What happened,” Gavin asked softly, as he stood slowly from his bend to stare at Ryan directly. Gavin reached up to grab Ryan’s chin- noticing the cuts around his throat with disapproval and a churning stomach- and angled Ryan’s face towards his. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re okay, aren’t you, Ryan?”

With a sudden growl, Ryan tore away from Gavin’s grasp and pushed him towards the wall, angrily clenching his fists. When he had Gavin pinned against the wall, Ryan ripped his mask away and breathed out, “You were wrong,” as his mask cluttered against the hard floor. “You were wrong,” he repeated, “and it nearly cost their lives.” ‘Their’ lives, Gavin knew, meant the rest of the crew’s. “I sent them up to a safe house, but now I’m here to deal with you.” Gavin whimpered in a instinctive manner, scared at facing the Vagabonds wrath; he wasn’t so sure if Ryan was in control.“Ry, I swear I gave you the right information. The details, the target, everything- it was all in order, I promise!” Gavin’s voice was desperate, pleading.

“Then why were we ambushed, Gavin? Why were the rest of us sat in a warehouse rigged to blow with guns to our heads when you were sitting comfortably in your penthouse, GAVIN?”

“Ryan please, you know I love this crew, this is my family! If I had known anything- if I had even thought that anything might go wrong, I would’ve stopped you from going!” Gavin struggled against the grips Ryan had on his wrists and stared into his eyes. “I would die a million times over if it meant saving any of you even once. Look at me Ryan,” Gavin pleaded, “you know me. Don’t be angry at me. This wasn’t my fault or your fault or any of the crew’s fault.” Something in Ryan’s eyes seemed to subdue, and Gavin felt the pressure on his arms recede.

“Gavin I’m- I’m sorry,” Ryan’s voice was soft and broken sounding, but it was clear he’d pulled back the reigns from the Vagabond. “I- You’re right. You’re always right, Gavin,” Ryan said with a slight chuckle. He was staring down at their bodies, unsure if Gavin would admonish or forgive him.

“It’s alright, Ry. Happens to the best of us…” Gavin trailed off as he worked through his thoughts. “Sometimes you just need a little break from all the pressure, but it looks like you’ve been taking all the action lately.” Still closely bound by Ryan’s grip, Gavin flexed his arms to remind him of his hands. Ryan looked up, flustered and red faced. He was about to pull his hands and body away from Gavin when he caught sight of his full, pink lips. Instinctively, Ryan licked his own lips and tightened his hold on Gavin, his breath caught between thoughts as he stared. Gavin, not wanting to move for fear of scaring Ryan away, flickered his eyes between Ryan’s pretty eyes and prettier lips. Gavin hardly knew what to do. He wanted to kiss Ryan senseless, pull him closer and slide his fingers through his hair, but didn’t know if Ryan would reciprocate. As Ryan chanced a glance up at Gavin, their eyes met and Gavin’s decision was made for him. Ryan closed the little space between them with eyes shut and lips parted just so; their mouths met in a gentle pursuance of fulfilling hunger. Ryan pulled back after a while to catch his breath, grinning boyishly and finally letting his arms travel from Gavin’s now raw wrists to his torso. Gavin was awestruck by Ryan’s softness, internally praising whatever god for those sweet, versatile lips of his. Ryan’s hands, warm and firm lifted the hem of Gavin’s shirt to touch his hips.

“Gav?”

“Hm?”

“I am sorry.”

“Oh, Ryan, I know you better than anyone. I know you’re wound up. I forgive you.” With that, Gavin combed his fingers into Ryan’s hair and pulled him closer for another kiss, as Ryan’s hands traveled up Gavin’s sides.

“You’re so wonderful, Gavin,” Ryan breathed, and Gavin smiled.

#Achievement Hunter #fahc #fake ah crew #ryan haywood #Gavin Free #freewood #fic #vagabond #rtah #sarahwrites

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sarahwritesfanfiction · 6 years

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hola!

hola! as my main blog is a complete and utter mess, i’ve created a separate blog for my writing, where i’ll be posting snippets, my lastest writing, etc. etc.

if you have any questions about my writing send them over to my ask box!

#sarahwritesff #sarahwrites #fanfiction #ask me!

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quintheowl · 6 years

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Wide Eyed

so... i wrote a fic.

THERE IS HEAVY ANGST UP AHEAD. PLS DO NOT READ IF SELF HARM IS A TRIGGER OR MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

AO3

Summary: Keith’s soulmate self-harms. He doesn’t really know what to do.

Rating: probably T-M

Pairing: Keith Kogane x Lance McClaine (from Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Word count: 1,853

Warnings: self-harm mentions and vivid description. implied suicide mention.

Note: i am in no way glamorizing self harm. its a painful subject and my goal was not in any way to make light of it. most of the things from this fic are based on experience - either mine or someone close to me. also it’s 230a and I wanted an angsty Klance fic and I’ve read them all. pls dont send me hate.

Keith wakes up to the stinging skin on his thighs.

He winces, the pain minimal, but surprisingly sharp, as he rolls out of bed to check the time. 6:04 am. Way too early.

It isn't until he's in the bathroom and drops his boxers to relieve himself that he realizes why his skin feels so marred.

His upper thighs, concealed by the fabric of his underwear, are covered in cuts. Some are deeper than others, but almost all are scabbed over. He frowns, perplexed and slightly alarmed. What the hell? Did he scratch himself in his sleep?

He carefully bandages the cuts as best he can before returning to the room and sitting on the edge of his bed, listening as his roommate Shiro snores soundly, still blissfully asleep.

Keith chews on his fingernails as he debates his next course of action. He ultimately decides to try to figure this the fuck out, because seriously, what the hell? He opens his laptop and clicks through another tab.

Shiro wakes up to him still furiously typing questions into the web browser an hour before class, Keith's brow puckered in concentration and his hasty bandages peeking through the edge of his boxers.

"I'm telling you, Pidge, I don't know what it is! I woke up to find 'em fucking lining my thighs! What am I supposed to think?"

Keith knew his friends wouldn't believe him, that he didn't do it to himself, but he finds himself frustrated at their disbelief nonetheless.

They're sitting at the campus cafeteria, occupying their regular table with everyone else giving them a wide berth. Pidge has flung her jacket to the seat next to her for Hunk, and Allura's done something similar with her purse for Shiro. Lance, sitting beside Pidge and across Keith, is cautiously picking at his burger.

Keith finds himself next to Allura, who's look of concern is becoming particularly irritating.

"Keith, if you're feeling overwhelmed, you should go to counseling," she starts, and Keith has to grit his teeth.

"I'm NOT overwhelmed. I'm telling you: I woke up to the cuts, and I DIDN'T do it. I'm not cutting, guys. I'm pretty sure you'd know if I was."

The girls still look skeptical, so Keith finds himself staring at Lance instead, who's barely said a word. In fact, upon closer inspection, it looks like Lance's hair has gone unwashed, and the bags under his eyes look darker than normal.

But before Keith can say anything, Hunk and Shiro arrive at the table.

"Keith's cutting!" Pidge begins, and Keith groans, openly disgusted.

“I AM NOT CUTTING," he growls. As expected, Shiro begins to launch into a lecture, and Hunk throws the same expression Allura has stitched across her face.

Keith is at the end of his rope when Lance stands suddenly in the middle of Keith's intervention, wrapping his unfinished burger and stuffing it into his bag. A hush falls over the group, and Keith finds himself frowning.

"Lance, you okay?" He asks, and Lance blinks, staring at everyone before cracking into a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine. I'm just heading to class.”

Shiro glances at his watch. "Don't you have Professor Coran's philosophy?"

Lance nods, still smiling. There's something off about his expression, something fabricated. A pit of dread begins to bloom in Keith's gut.

"Coran's doesn't start for like, another half-hour," Keith points out, and Lance shrugs, swinging his bag on his shoulder. "Got something to take care of," he says. He gives a half-wave as he walks off. "See you guys later.”

To Keith's surprise, the rest of the group recover quickly. New conversations begin, and Keith is still stuck staring after Lance.

"Did he seem a little off to you?" He asks Hunk as they pack up to head to class. Hunk shrugs, tossing the wrapper of his fish sandwich in the trash. "He's Lance. He goes through mood swings all the time. Try being his roommate for a while.”

Keith should trust Hunk, who happens to be Lance's oldest friend.

He can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong.

Lance is ten minutes late to Coran's philosophy class - something that does not go unnoticed.

"Ah, Lance!" Coran belts as Lance tries to shut the door as quietly as possible. "Thank you for joining us today!"

Lance grins, flexing his left bicep. "Thought I'd have a little fun," he says, and Keith scoffs with the rest of the class. As Coran jumps back into his spiel, Lance takes his seat next to Keith, setting his bag at their feet. Keith can't help but notice that despite the heat of the lecture hall, Lance's cargo jacket is hanging off his frame.

"You cold?" Keith asks, and Lance shakes his head, but doesn't reply. The lecture is long and boring. Halfway through, a girl named Nyma asks Coran something off-topic, and by this point, both Keith and Lance have completely tuned out.

Keith is scribbling furiously on the corner of his notebook when he hears something that breaks him out of his stupor.

"-so powerful that they can feel their partner's injuries as they happen." Keith nearly jolts, his notebook easily forgotten, and concentrates on Coran's words.

"Of course, this is all just speculation, but the bonds between soulmates are a sacred thing. They say any wound, no matter how big or small, that happens on one partner will manifest itself on the other.”

Keith leans back in his chair, his fingers absentmindedly running over his cuts. Is that what happened? Could his soulmate be the one doing this to them?

"So hypothetically, how can soulmates communicate with each other?" Nyma presses, and Coran twirls his mustache contemplatively. "Soulmate bonds are expressed through skin. If the skin is changed enough on one partner, the other will be able to see it."

"What's wrong?" Lance whispers suddenly, and Keith pries his eyes away from Coran to glance at him, confused. "Huh?"

Lance nods to Keith's thighs, where his jeans are thick enough to hide the bandages and his fingers are still running over them. "You okay?"

Keith nods. "Yeah," he says, stilling his hands. "I think I just figured something out."

Satisfied, Lance hums and goes back to burying his head in his arms. Keith is still frowning at his lap when he sees a faint mark on the underneath of his arm. Lifting it wonderingly, he sees the faint outline of a butterfly.

He has a suspicion he knows what it is, and he shows Coran after class.

Coran nods, his expression suddenly heavy. "It's a self-harm mechanism," Coran says. "It's called 'The Butterfly Project.' The idea is that a butterfly is drawn on the skin. You're not allowed to cut while the butterfly is visible, as cutting would harm the butterfly, so it forces the person to think hard before doing it."

"I think my soulmate cuts," Keith tells Coran, at the expense of feeling silly for believing a superstition, but Coran offers a sad smile. He pulls up the sleeve of his sweater, exposing faint, horizontal scars lining his skin, and two deep verticle lines on each arm.

"So did mine."

Coran tells Keith that the best he can do is to be there for his soulmate. "If you try to do anything drastic, you may lose them forever," Coran warns, and Keith has a sinking suspicion Coran is speaking from experience.

So Keith invests in a high-grade permanent marker and deepens the outline on his butterfly. Then he draws another one on the other arm and writes "I'm here" on his left thigh.

For the next two weeks, the cuts heal without giving way to new ones.

Keith feels sick when he wakes up one October morning with slashes down his legs, slicing the already healing scars open. His heart breaks when he sees "I'm sorry," scribbled on his stomach.

He cries that night. He doesn't know what to reply.

It's a vicious cycle: Keith would wake up to cuts. He would draw butterflies all around his skin for the next week or so. The cuts would stop. Keith would start to relax. Then he'd wake up to the scars slashed open.

Eventually, he becomes so frustrated he punches the mirror in the bathroom. Shiro opens the door that night to find Keith sobbing, his right hand and thighs bleeding, fragments of mirror laughing at them from the floor.

Two weeks later, Keith discovers his soulmate.

It's snowing, the first snow of the season, and he and Lance are outside, hats on, mittens secure, and scarves wrapped tightly around their necks.

Lance laughs. Genuine, boisterous, Lance laughs. It's been months since he's seen Lance this at peace. With finals finally over, everyone can relax, though the change isn't as drastic in everyone else as it is in Lance.

Furthermore, his soulmate has stopped cutting. The unspoken for now ticks like a bomb in his brain, but Keith ignores it.

He can hope. He feels so at ease.

Keith grabs a hold of a tree branch to catapult the snow and winces. He'd grabbed it with his bad hand, which he had forgotten was still healing.

He leans against the tree instead, content on watching Lance. Lance - a Floridan by heart - had never seen snow before. He seems fascinated by every flake, and Keith is fascinated with watching him.

Then Lance pulls off his right mitten, and Keith feels like he's been sucker-punched in the gut.

Lance's knuckles are bruised and scarred, evidence of stitchery still displayed on the healing skin. It wouldn't be such a jarring sight if it also wasn't familiar.

Before he knows what he's doing, Keith is striding over. He takes Lance's hand in his, ignoring the way Lance jumps at his suddenness, or the way he feels electric where their skin touches.

"Keith, wha-" Keith shushes him with a look, and gingerly inspects his hand. It's too familiar. There's no way.

Keith pulls of his glove, showing his own knuckles, and Lance visibly pales. Keith can feel the shift of the atmosphere. He watches as tears fill Lance's eyes. He forces his knees not to buckle.

"I-I'm sorry," Lance murmurs, his lip quivering in the effort not to cry. Keith furiously wraps him in his arms, cradling his head and reveling in the way Lance grips his coat like a lifeline.

"I'm here," Keith tells him, relieved, guilty, upset, elated all in one. "I'm here."

Keith kisses Lance's scars that night. He shows Lance his mirroring marks and Lance bursts into tears and apologies again. Keith forgives him immediately (there's no way he can hold a grudge,) and makes him promise he'll go to counseling.

Lance falls asleep in his arms, tear-stained and exhausted, and Keith kisses his forehead and strokes his cheek with his thumb.

He thinks of Coran, and the soulmate that was stolen from him. He's relieved his soulmate is Lance. It made it easier to find him. Though, honestly, even if they hadn't been friends, Keith reckons he would've found him anyway. He would cross the universe to watch Lance heal.

End.

wow ok this was angstier than i intended. im going to bed.

#klance #keith x lance #klangst #voltron: legendary defender #vld #sarahwrites #TW: self harm #tw: sucide mention #soulmate fic

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sereneunoia · 6 years

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"Stay close to Him."

No matter how low and inferior we may feel about ourselves. Keep that connection strong. It's not about how pious we are in front of people or how righteous we are compared to others. It's that special connection you have between you and Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala only. Never ever give up on the mercy of Him. He's the Most Forgiving, the Most Loving.

#personal #sarahwrites

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writer-of-endless-pages · 7 years

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What’s Coming

If you’re one of my lovely followers then you know that I’ve been inactive for the past week-ish due to school (I know, excuses excuses) But this past weekend I’ve been writing a lot and have come up with a schedule for my blog. Hopefully I’ll stick with it.

*Monday: Original Work

Tuesday: Original Work

Wednesday: Writing Advice, Original Work

Thursday: Original Work

Friday: Original Work that has to be from an upcoming book (most likely Dreams of Wings and Daggers) Maybe something else depending on the week

Saturday & Sunday: Whatever I want them to be ;)

*Note: All of these days can be filled with miscellaneous stuff too, as long as original work is posted on them.

Anyways, good luck to all of you going to school and happy writing!

-Sarah

#amwriting #schedule #misc #what's coming up #Original Work #books #writing #sarahwrites #i better stick to this

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sarahwriting11 · 5 years

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Life Goes on..!!🦋 #life#quotes #brokenheart #broken #quotesdaily #inspirationalquotes #life #sadness #writersofinstagram #writer #poetry #poets #quotes🖋 #lonely #lonelynights #alonequotes #deepthoughts #alone #sarahwriting #lifegoeson #oneliner#liveyourlife#emotions#selfexpress#sadness#happiness#inspirationalquote#lifeexperience#motivation#thoughtsbecomethings https://www.instagram.com/soul.11.11/p/BxU5iPpl9Pi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1omxk6pgdcbtx

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mo0nspell · 3 years

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sometimessss its really annoying when scholarship funds act like they are trying to recruit mensa like i get it, trying to set a high benchmark over here but i cant stop thinking about my interview the other day and my professionalism is so not there? idk man i dont think im gonna get it anyways, it was so obvious i came in unprepared so yaeh

#sarahtxt #sarahwrites

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wesokkasimp · 3 years

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“So then I made Takeru take a picture of him bowing, I think I sent it to you…”

In honor of the official beginning of spring, you and Oikawa had decided to take a walk downtown. The two of you had decided this in such a hurry you hadn’t checked the weather. Was it even necessary? Your line of thought was that spring is all cool breezes and nice weather after months of snow and below freezing temperatures, so surely you’d be fine in jeans and a tank top.

Turns out, that was not the best logic to follow, as you can now only focus on not visibly shaking in 37 degree weather instead of listening to your boyfriends stupid, albeit entertaining, story.

‘This is stupid. I go on a walk to spend time with my boyfriend and then can’t focus on said boyfriend because my entire body feels like a corpse.’

“And then I said- Y/N-chan!” Oikawa stopped walking. “Are you listening?” he asked, feigned annoyance taking over his face.

“Of c-course. Why w-wouldn’t I be?” you replied, trying your best with a jaw shaking like a leaf on a tree.

As Oikawa realized your predicament, his lips curled into a smirk. “Didn’t think to grab a jacket, Y/N-chan~? It’s only March, we still have a few months before tank top season.” he teased, smirk growing wider as you glared at him.

“I was excited for spring and look great in this tank top. If that’s wrong I don’t want to be right,” you huffed, resuming your walk.

Oikawa jogged a few steps to catch up to you, “Ugh, that’s so corny. You know that? You are so corny,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement.

“How is that corny?” you giggled. “If anything-“

“I know, I know. I use words I don’t quite have a grasp on too liberally. So I’ve heard. Oh, here we are!” he stopped in front of a café and began digging around in his pocket.

You raised an eyebrow, “I wasn’t aware this walk had a destination.”

Oikawa flashed you a smile. It was genuine, for once, his eyes crinkling a little at the action.

“Now it does. And look, I brought masks! We can warm up and get something to eat!”

You took a mask, your heart swelling a little at the action. Was he planning to take you here all along?

“Thanks, Tōru. This is really thoughtful.” Despite the cool weather, a warm blush spread across Oikawas cheeks. After slipping your mask on, you entered the café.

“You know you could’ve just given me your coat, right?”

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