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I know that I havenโt been online in a while, there is so much going on right now.
This might be a long shot, but if any of you have a few minutes to sign this petition and maybe share it on your own pages, it would really help. Not only would it help me, but it would help other woman who are currently in my position, and most importantly, it can hopefully help protect my son and other children.
Thank you so much,
Nana ๐
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pairing: Jisung x fem reader
genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, Pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers
pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)
summary: When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felixโs roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/nโs crippling social anxiety get in the way?
status: completed
word count: 24K+
screenshot count: 324
ยฉfeelbokkie (2023, 2024) โ all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind isย notย tolerated.
if anyone remembers, i was planning on doing a 5 part prequel series for chan, bin, hyun, seung, and reader but i decided to scrap it bc it would have been a whole series with how much detail i was putting into each one rather than small chapters.
but i spent so much time thinking about their backstories so i’m just gonna share it here
hwang hyunjin is the type of boyfriend that when eats out with his so and they get straws with a wrapper he’d turn the wrapper into a “ring” and propose and they’d say yes it doesn’t matter if they’re at a restaurant or sitting at home on the couch if there’s a straw wrapper he’d turn is proposing and then one day they go on a cut romantic walk and he suggests they get smoothies or boba or whatever and theyln while they’re walking he’ll pretend to turn the wrapper into a ring and that’s what his so is expecting when he gets down on one knee only this time it’s a real ring and a real proposal
Vent fic. - Yang Jeongin
ใ โณโง๏ฝฅ๏พ WORD COUNT: 4.8k
ใ โณโง๏ฝฅ๏พ CW: Religion (Catholicism), wavering faith (Catholic/existentialism crisis?), implied depression, non-romantic comfort, etc.
ใ โณโง๏ฝฅ๏พ A/N: This is probably the longest, most personal fic I have posted to this day. This revolves around religion, which I understand it's a sensitive subject sometimes. If religion (Catholicism) triggers you in any way, shape, or form, feel free to skip this one. Based on my current low point in life and words I've received throughout the years due to my lack of belief.
Iโve never been fond of the Church. The Catholic Church at least.
I grew up in a Catholic family; I went to a Catholic school for the first years of my education. I believed, I was devoted. I kneeled and prayed, and submitted myself. All because I used to believe God would answer my prayers, but somewhere down the line that faded.
I stopped going to church, I stopped saying his name in prayers. I stopped asking for things because he never listened, and it made me angry. Even more so, as I grew and people tried to make me turn back to being catholic.
But if Iโm honest, deep down, I still look for it in the darkness. For salvation.
Me, Catholic, walking into a Protestant church with no depictions of Mary: where’s my mom
Me, culturally Protestant, walking into a Catholic church filled balls to the walls with paintings sculptures candles and god knows what else: why’s there so much stuff
Me, Orthodox, walking into a western church: w h e r e a r e t h e b o n e s
Me, vampire, walking into any denominational holy place: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me, a janitor, sweeping up the vampires ashes: where the fUCk did all this dirt come from
World Heritage Post
This is worse. Looking at these you can tell they have no significant monetary value. They were confiscated as a fear tactic. Nothing more.
This picture breaks my heart everytime it appears in my dash. It’s a fear tactic, alright but—
The first one in the left corner: It’s a first communion rosary, and it’s not cheap.
The black one in the first line: That’s a widow rosary and it’s old.
The white one in the second line: is a commemoration rosary. It has a miniature picture in the round part. I haven’t seen that since the 70′s.
In the third line, multicolor one: It’s an Anima mundi, I have only seen those in the hands of Rosary ministery’s old ladies. The oldest ones are from the 80′s after Juan Pablo II came to Mexico for the first time. It’s one of the old ones, I know because the crucifixes are different.
The third one on the fourth line: Red and gold. The style is old, the metal is dark, that’s a 50′s rosary, probably a quinceañera one (or it’s maybe older, from the 40′s when the brides carried red roses with their offerings).
The fifth one on the fourth line: It’s a quinceañera rosary with Ignatius’s tear. The style is old and in my part of Mexico is orphan girls who used it. At least it was when I was young.
The third one of the fifth line: the blue one with the anchor. That one I have only seen in Veracruz and it doesn’t look new.
The fifth one on the fifth line: That’s a 90′s wedding rosary. Black and white patterns were popular on that date.
The fourth one on the last line: That’s a first communion rosary from the 30′s. It’s delicate and most probably silver.
The rest wrench my heart too, the humble everyday rosaries with wooden beads and knots. Those are cheap and bear the wear and tear of their user handling. But those I described are much more.
Those are mother’s rosaries.
Those are not just rosaries. Those are mementos, that’s the proof of their families stories. They are taking from them the only portable things they can carry to feel the connection to their families.
It’s not a fear tactic. Call it like by its name.
It’s dehumanization.
In 2016, David Hill, a volunteer for No More Deaths who is tasked with helping reunite deported migrants with property taken by authorities described to the publication Vice a wide range of confiscated items: โweddings rings, rosaries, and childrenโs artworkโ along with identification cards, money, cell phones and medication:
Due to the 30-day rule and the potential for belongings to be lost between agencies involved, immigrants are regularly deported with only the clothes on their back. No cellphones, no ID, no cash.
tl;dr: yes
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Pairing: Hyunjin X gn reader
Summary: The ending of your romantic relationship isn't a wake up call from your substance abuse, but rather a fall from grace.
Genre: Angst with a happy ending
Word Count: 2K
Trigger warning: Substance abuse/addiction, brief mention of domestic abuse, childhood trauma, drug paraphernalia, and heroin overdose.
Addiction/domestic abuse resources
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Tangerine stained the heel of Hyunjinโs palm. Plum purple smeared along the outside of his opposite arm. Another quiet night of solitude and soft music made his heart content. The strokes of his paintbrush gliding across the page, the gentle dabbing of blending colors together; he could get lost on nights like this.ย
Weeks ago, he would have stared blankly at his canvas and shoved it off the wooden easel. Too much hurt in his heart made his brain erratic. He acted without thinking, but time healed the hurt. Not fully, but enough to survive the next day.ย
