Thotdumpsterrr - Peri.peri

shein has taken down the selling of the israeli flag, stopped its collaborations with the country's influencers and also cancelled free delivery services to the country. do you know how fucking insidious you have to be for SHEIN to cut ties with you??? SHEIN???!!!

it makes me physically ill. a Palestinian on twitter's last post was about burying their six-year-old cousin without his head. a Palestinian boy on youtube dreamt of 100k subscribers on his gaming channel. and yesterday he reached 500k, but he has been killed in the bombing of the gaza strip. the class of 2023-24 in Palestine has ended early because there is no student left alive. literal children who were the teachers, artists, doctors, scientists, scholars, writers, engineers of tomorrow.

when is it enough? statistics released by Palestinian officials about the numbers of martyred isn't enough. photographs and videos of fathers scurrying to piece together their children by gathering their body parts isn't enough. presscons surrounded by dead bodies beside a bombed hospital isn't enough.

yet, somehow, the narrative they are pushing is conflict between two faiths. it is absolutely not. this is no religious conflict. this is colonization, occupation, genocide. it's systematic oppression of Palestine and its people.

the word peace has never angered me as much as it has now. and it should anger you too. there can be no peace under violent oppression. there can be no peace after 75 years of ethnic cleansing. there can be no peace in occupied Palestine.

peace is the product of white supremacy, they prod and kill anyone other than them but when retaliation occurs, it is suddenly rabid savages, unjust savages...

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

new obsessions unlocked: ken sato.

Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

It feels like I am screaming into the void here but please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEE MORE PEOPLE NEED TO WRITE FOR DEXTER MORGAN AND/OR BRIAN MOSER/RUDY COOPER.😭😭😭

I was honestly SHOCKED by how little content about the two is on here and I've recently been sucked into the phase again where I want to read stuff for them every single free second I have. It's so frustrating to see almost nothing being uploaded, it honestly feels like there's only 1 or 2 writers left, which I'm beyond grateful for bc otherwise I think I would have already gone through the roof (is that even an expression?).☠️

So if anyone has anything at all for either one of them, PLEASE, I BEG YOU, post it. I'm taking literal crumbs at this point.

(I know of at least one other person who's also hyperfixated right now so I hope there are more of us out there👀)

If you want to write for them and don't have any idea what to write about, PLEASE comment here or post that you need requests, the other person (who doesn't want to be mentioned🙄) has tons of ideas, and I'd honestly read just about anything.😅

Thank you for coming to my TED-Talk!

When you're reading a fanfic and suddenly the reader has a name

in my restless dreams

it's ridiculous. couldn't possibly be true.

that's what dazai kept telling himself.

there was no way. it couldn't have been you.

but the letter - it was there, in his pocket. your handwriting, the eccentric swoops at the end of each letter and the little hearts in the 'i's. your signature, in beautiful cursive that you tried to teach him so many times but he could just never get it right.

and this town, their 'special place.' all of it - it pointed to you. but, there was just no way. you were dead. you had died of that damned disease three years ago. so why was he looking for you? even as he stared at his reflection in that dirty bathroom mirror, one hand gently touching the apple of his cheek as if to check if this was real, if he was actually here - he couldn't tell you.

he almost didn't recognize himself. looking in that mirror, it felt as if some stranger was staring back, face wizened from age and stress, eyes tired and sunken from those deep bags - the contrast was stark compared to how he looked the last time he was here.

he turned and sighed, making his way out of the bathroom. "y/n. . ."

the cold afternoon wind felt crisp against his skin, despite the bandages covering his body providing some measure of warmth.

"could you really be in this town?"

despite the clouded skies, the sun cast a bright glow over the forested area, the fog drifting casually all around him as he stepped out into the parking lot. his feet brought him over to the metal railing, eyes gazing aimlessly at the forest stretching before him.

he couldn't help but think of you. the way you'd laugh, the way you'd dress, the way your eyes would crinkle every time you'd smile, soft irises staring back into his with nothing but love and care. he missed that.

he missed you.

maybe that's why he was here. because, deep down, he wanted to believe it was true. wanted to believe that the letter was really from you.

in my restless dreams, i see that town.

silent hill.

you promised you'd take me there again someday. but you never did.

well, i'm alone there now. in our 'special place.' waiting for you.

NO MORE DADDY KINK PLEASE I BEG