Rest In Piece Qinni!

i know it takes me like 7 quadrillion years for me to post but this is good i swear !! i need to help my friend get on that rise and grind okay .. anyways he's super cool you should .. commission him !! (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪

can you write amane and big sibling reader making paper pals together (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

The universe was against me writing this cute drabble, however my fragile ego was dependent on finishing this and 🍁 was my cheerleader the whole way through .

WC: 567 | I'm an Ao3er at heart, I love writing like my life is on the line

When you arrived home that night, Amane greeted you with a large smile. 

Usually, Amane would be asleep by the time you get home as you get off work late at night. Either something was wrong or Amane wanted something from you. “Aren’t you up a little late? You still have school tomorrow, no?” 

Amane’s grin became larger and brighter, “I was waiting to get paper pals with you!” She takes out a paper pal from behind your back. “I made one already because I got bored waiting for you, but now we can make one together!”

“I see, well, let me put my stuff down and I’ll meet you at the table.” You walk into the apartment and place your bag down by the plant resting beside the couch. Amane walks over to a messy table full with glue, colored construction paper and pencils, and lots of paper plates. 

“It seems someone was careless” You organize the table in a more orderly fashion, “Couldn’t you have put everything together instead of all over the place?” 

Amane frowned, “I was rushing, I thought you’d be home sooner.” She takes a plate and a black colored pencil, “I don’t have to teach you how to make a paper pal, right?” You shake your head and pick up purple construction paper and a pair of scissors. 

You look around the table looking for a ruler, “Do you know where our ruler went?” Amane pointed to the kitchen drawer left in the fridge, “Thank you.” 

You walk over to the small, yet cluttered, kitchen and grab the ruler. You return back to the table, and start drawing and cutting out the legs and arms. Then, you fold the pieces of paper into even squares before flatting the paper, leaving it off to the side.

Meanwhile, Amane is taking her time creating the face of her paper pal. A variety of blues, purples, pinks, and reds by her side. “Woah, your legs and arms are so even. Cut mine too!” as she hands you light blue construction paper before you’re able to reply.

You take the paper and start carefully lining the ruler making straight lines. You fold the paper and start cutting along the creases. “You can fold the paper into squares, can’t you?”

“I mean, I can, but I like how even and nice yours look,” Amane looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, “Please? Just for me?”

You sigh and start folding the blue paper into even squares while Amane starts gluing paper plates together, creating the bodies of the paper pals. When you finish folding up the papers, Amane takes them and starts lining them up and gluing. Soon enough, the two of you have a pair of paper pals.

“Yours is kinda ugly Y/N,” she giggles, picking up the paper pals and running to her room. 

You sit up and run after her, “Hey! Wait up!” Walking through the door to Amane’s room, you find that she’s putting up the paper pals right above her bed neatly next to her photo board. 

“Maybe yours isn’t that ugly after all,” she smiles, “Though now I’m kinda tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Amane pushes you out the room and shuts the door in a swift motion right as you tell her goodnight. You start walking to your room and start getting ready for bed. 

“What a fun thing to come home to.” You turn off your light and the apartment fells into a peaceful sleep. 

I'm gonna say it as many times as I need to:

If you're Pro-Trump get the fuck off my blog and eat shit while you're at it.

If you aren't pro-Trump and live in or are near any areas with protests I hope you are and stay safe. This country is so much better than this and I'm so so angry right now.

you bitches refuse to see the truth

imessage games - masterlist

— you message the wrong number while trying to look for someone to play imessage games with you, hence meeting tsukishima kei

status: ongoing (started: oct. 11, 2020)

warnings: swearing and MAYBE suggestive content

genre: strangers to lovers, college!au

taglist: maybe,, if anyone wants to read this PLS this smau was such a random idea i doubt anyone would want to read it (just shoot me a message or reply on here if u wanna be part of the taglist)

A/N: my first ever smau n i just had to base it off the most random idea i got 😝 i apologize for my bad humour and how ALL OVER THE PLACE this smau is going to be (20+ parts in total)

y/n & friends | tsukishima & crew

part 1: wrong number

part 2: a game of mancala

part 3: mission

part 4: convenience store boy

part 5: statistics

part 6: freaky math girl

part 7: the plan

part 8: wait a minute

part 9: traitors

part 10: interesting

part 11: y/nphobia

part 12: let’s sell her

part 13: my number one

part 14: good morning

part 15: i just know

part 16: on an adventure

part 17: a playlist

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my mom is suicidal, help me get her to a therapist

i won't go into details, but she's had severe depression since i was a little kid and it's been getting worse every year. our material circumstances not being great ever since covid finally got to her and she really, really needs help. she's the kindest, most talented, wise and wonderful person i know and i don't want to lose her to mental illness. i've been begging a lot these past two years but this time we need it the most. the appointments in my country cost only around 20$ so even the smallest donations would help immensely.

i obviously have commissions open ranging from 30 to 150$ with examples below but if you want to donate,

paypal: naggingatlas@gmail.com

i'll set a goal just so i can see progress. this will cover 5 appointments:

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