SOBBING.
i saw that you would write sibling stuff and i got a little too excited with sm ideas but i'll request just one for now (expect more from here on ehehe if you want to ofc!!) (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚okay okay hear me out, rin itoshi with a little sister (1-2 yrs) reader that acts too much like sae. they have a good relationship and all but he can't help but see him in her and it makes him sad (or something like that,,)
a/n: rin needs therapy so bad bro
(i wish i knew art credits bc it's so good 😭)
you don’t mean to do it.
you’re not trying to mimic him, or rub salt into an old wound that’s only just started scabbing over, but sometimes, when you talk, when you look at rin like that, all sharp-eyed and unimpressed, he feels like he’s back at that damn kitchen table, 14 and losing everything all at once.
“your posture’s slipping,” you say from the couch, phone in hand, eyes flicking up from whatever reel you were watching.
rin’s on the floor doing stretches, and he exhales slowly through his nose. not because you’re wrong, he had started to slack, but because that exact phrase, tone and all, sounds exactly like sae.
you don’t notice. or maybe you do, and you’re just like him enough not to say anything.
“thanks,” rin mumbles, readjusting his form. he sees your lips twitch. amused. knowing.
and maybe that’s what stings the most – how much you know.
you were only a year younger. too young to understand the full weight of it back then, but old enough to remember the silence, the way rin stopped smiling overnight, the cold war that bloomed in the house like rot. you were always quieter after that. sharper. more like sae.
it’s not just the snark or the way you call out his bullshit. it’s the late nights, the obsessive drive, the way you train until your knuckles are raw and your voice is gone. the way you’d rather chew glass than ask for help. sae’s ambition lives in your spine. it walks in your footsteps.
and gosh, rin hates it.
not because you’re like sae, but because it means you might leave like he did.
you’re both older now. you still bicker, you still steal each other’s socks, but you have each other’s backs. always. and yet rin finds himself watching you too long, too often, memorizing the slope of your shoulders, the sound of your laugh, the little things he can hold onto in case one day he blinks and you’re gone too.
“you spacing out again?” you ask, flipping your phone over. “don’t cry, rin. i know my critiques are brutal.”
he snorts, half a smile pulling at his lips.
“you’re not that funny.”
“neither are you, but here we are.”
he wants to say don’t be like him. don’t burn yourself out. don’t leave me behind.
instead, he just says, “you coming to my match this weekend?”
“duh,” you reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and to you, it is.
and when you’re cheering from the stands, arms crossed, pretending you’re not invested, but clapping anyway, he sees sae again.
but for once, it doesn’t hurt as much.
you stayed.
and maybe that’s enough.
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
at age seven, isagi learns two things. one, universal truths are always in the present tense (his teacher told him so), and two, you kiss the people you love (his mom told him so). knowing these, he kisses you under the slide in the playground, because he loves you, at least as he understands it at his age.
at age sixteen, isagi decides two things. one, he will become the best striker in the world, and two, he still loves you, albeit a little more than his seven year old self previously thought. but instead of kissing you, he hugs you tightly before he boards the bus to blue lock, and he takes in all the details of you. he thinks of the smell of your shampoo and the melody of your laugh while he's there, but he never tells anyone that.
at age twenty eight, isagi achieves two things. one, he wins the world cup, and two, he gives you his last name. the kiss you share at the altar is wetter and saltier than the one you shared under the slide, thanks to your tears, but his feelings engrave themselves into your memory all the same. he kisses you again for good measure, much to everyone's amusement, and wonders how his love for you is meant to stay in the present tense when it exists in all past, present, and future tenses.
WHAT SHOULD’VE HAPPENED.
Night Snow, but they talk things out and maybe cry a bit
⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉⠀⠀⠀⠀·⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍
𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
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t☆͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏the stars
nostalgic ( 🎧. )
forㅤ you ✿
our abyss な
𝑤ho is he ﹖
𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅 :⠀ クス. ♡
📹 under the arts.
𝒲. 䓢 ✿ 2
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Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.
Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️
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Coping theory: Akutagawa does remember who Atsushi is, however upon seeing him crying and begging at Fyodor's feet he decided to say "Who the hell are you?" because his weretiger doesn't know when to quit and will keep fighting no matter what.
Therefor, when Atsushi inevitably joins the fight to help Akutagawa, he's going to look over at him and say "There you are, weretiger."
when dazai’s freshly 18 he blows the mafia paycheck he doesn’t gaf about on an expensive engagement ring that he plans to give to chuuya as a joke to piss him off. but then dark era happens and dazai never gets the chance so he just ends up carrying around this ridiculously high quality ring in his pocket for the next 4 years. eventually he gives it to chuuya after they’ve reconnected intending to “complete his joke” except chuuya just unironically accepts it and they end up engaged for real
(Update 7/7: Asks and new messages temporarily closed. However, the Tumblr users on this list are free to message me at any time.)
For more extensive campaign lists:
Operation Olive Branch
Gaza Funds
Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser list
Here's a list of fundraisers from Palestinians who have reached out to me. I'm not Palestinian, but to the best of my knowledge, all campaigns listed have been verified by Palestinians on Tumblr. This list updates daily, so be sure to check back. If you follow me, follow these folks too.
If you can't donate, reblog.
LAST UPDATED 9/7
Less than a fifth funded:
#91 The Al Tibi family @mahmoudeltibi1 Nearly 12K!
#140 The Sharif family @amnehsharif10 Nearly 10K!
(Reblogged) The Atalla family @mohammed-atallah @atalah-mohammed Nearly 1/5 funded!
(Reblogged) The Hor family @salahaldinhor
(Reblogged) Amal's family @amlanqar Nearly 9K!
A fifth funded:
(Reblogged) Walaa's family @ahmed79ss Nearly 12K!
A quarter funded:
(Reblogged) The Shamaly family @familydeea Nearly 24,700!
#125 The Alostaz family @ahmed-ostaz @rehamjawad33 @momenalstaz
#196 The Aburass family @sameraburass @samerpal
A third funded:
#112 The Shorbaje family @tahanishorbaje2 @tahanibaby Nearly 19,300!
(Second on this list) The Ismaeel family @m0hammed1 @m0hammed2 Nearly 10K!
#231 The Abushammaleh family @bshaeromars-blog
(Reblogged) Ahmed's family @ahmed-ziad
(Reblogged) Zaen and Yehya @mohammedshehab111 @hyamshehabnew
Half funded:
(Reblogged) The Sami family @eyadeyadsblog
(Reblogged) The Shehab family @fahedshehab-new @danashehab @yehyashehab Nearly 49K!
Two thirds funded:
#212 The Aldeeb family @mohammedaldeeb Nearly 40,200!
(Reblogged) Aya's family @ayaalanqarsblog @ayanimer1995 Nearly 11,600!
#152 The Shaqoura family @lailashaqoura Nearly 30,100!
Three quarters funded:
(Reblogged) Amira's family @ameera-anq Nearly 29,500!
Nearly complete:
#179 Issam Aziz's mother @haifaaziz98 2623 TO GO!
#151 The Khalaf family @mahmoudkhalafff 1219 TO GO!
#182 The Saftawi family @nadasaftawi 2547 TO GO!
#218 The Alnabih family @ahmedalnabeeh11 4001 TO GO!
(Reblogged) Ashraf's family @ashraf-baker 3400 TO GO!
Complete:
#174 The Alanqar family @mohammedalanqer
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