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Hello Autumn | Tom Holland

Summary: Tom Holland and the reader spend the fall together, doing fun fall activities and spending time with family. All the while, Tom’s family pesters him about his unplanned future with the reader…

Warning: fluffiness

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: anonymously 

A/N: Just to let you all know, I combined two requests together for this oneshot. One request was for the reader and Tom to do fun fall activities together and the other was about the entire family pestering Tom about his future with the reader. I combined them because I thought it would make a better story arch. Anyways…enjoy!

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I often think about the monumental lifelong mental health effects this closet has/is going to have on Louis and Harry, and tonight I am soothed. I can’t even imagine what it feels like to be so chained down, new beards every few weeks, Babygate still a thing, scream-singing ‘we’ve got to get away,’ and then see all that love returned to him that he’s been trying so hard to spread? Seeing the support we have for each other and especially tonight’s show of support for ourselves and for HARRY himself. I truly hope his heart is as full tonight as mine has been every single night of this tour.

Fashion(ization) of Angewoman from Digimon! 

So, I did this ages and ages ago and at first I was a little ambivalent about it but it has grown on me.  So I figured I would post it. 

It doesn’t actually have anything to do with real fashion trends beyond that it’s a “modern” look. Angewoman’s original look is completely bonkers and I kind of wanted to see if I could make it wearable streetwear (to a degree, I didn’t want to take all the character out of it). So I kept it entirely realistic with no wings or asymmetrical tights-pants-thongs, but still trying to keep the spirit of the original design.

Anyway. Here u go.

Here’s all my fandom Digimon stuff if you’re interested. 

Caught - Richie x reader

Request by @tom-holla :hey!!!!! Can I request a richie one where reader has a big crush on him and he teases her about (she doesn’t know that he knows) and it’s all fluff?? Thank you so much!!:)

I write for all the boys and girl in the losers club but Stan is my main man and that’s why he is in my username. But do feel free to request about the others!

Also, they are both 16 in this one since I wanted to try out writing about an older Richie. I hope that’s okay.

Let’s get going!

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To say that you were oblivious was an under statement, you were practically blind in situations like this one. Not physically blind but socially.

You see, you had this very unfortunate crush on the one and only Richie Tozier. The local trashmouth that never failed to make you smile or laugh with one of his stupid jokes or crude remarks. He made your heart beat 100 miles an hour whenever he made physical contact with you, let that be a simple brush of hands or a hug. Now you might ask ‘why is this so unfortunate?’ and the answer to that question is, he is your best friend.

You knew how cliché it was, falling for your best friend but what can you do. You couldn’t help it, you were just infatuated by the boy with the big glasses.

Everyone knew that this boy was all mouth and he could ramble on about anything and everything not to mention the teasing and dick jokes. But they also knew him as the boy with the glasses and a big crush on Y/N L/N. yet somehow she hadn’t found out. Richie wasn’t oblivious like she was, sure he wasn’t the best at knowing when to stop joking but he knew when someone liked him or spending time with him. He saw it almost right away, all of the signs.

Okay, actually he didn’t notice on his own. Beverly had told the idiot that the Y/H/C girl had a “big ol’ case of love struck” and started to point out all of the little things she did. The way she shed little longing glances at him when he wasn’t looking, the way the pairs hugs and high fives lingered just a bit longer than when they did the same actions with their other friends and the way she always was by his side whenever everything at home got too much and he just wished he could disappear into the earth and she would be right there to pick him back up and dust him off.

Subconsciously he did the same. Richie would look over at her whenever he was sure she wasn’t stealing glances at him, he would stare at her to the point that his friends had started joking that he would have flies in his mouth if it was more agape.

Long story short, they were both head over heels for the other.

If you thought the teasing was bad before then prepare to be proved wrong by a landslide. Now the real mocking began. The boy with the big horn brimmed glasses shot sly comments your way as often as he had an opportunity to do so or in the middle of a conversation with the others in the losers club just quietly enough for only you to hear. It even went to the extent of him passing notes in class which was a hell of an experience when you two actually got caught and he had to read it out loud.

The two of you were stuck in year 11 history with the teacher going on about what had happened that previous weekend. So mister Gray wasn’t paying attention too the two teens sat in the middle section of the classroom on the left side where the windows were placed, or so you thought.

Richie silently removed the corner of his notebook and started to scribble down a couple of words on the piece of paper. For a brief moment he looked over at you trying to thing of something to write down. His eyes graced your features, adoring them, but then he snapped back into reality and continued to write his little message. Just as he had folded the note messily and was in the action of passing it your way someone spoke up.

“So, Richie.” His eyes snapped towards your teacher “If this is so important that it can’t wait until we’re finished then would you please read the note out loud so that the rest of us can be grazed by your surly very important conversation with Y/N” Mr.Gray shifted so that his weight was on the other foot while his glare burned right into Richie.

“Sure can do!” Richie said and pushed his glasses “this is meant for Y/N if you couldn’t tell.” Now you along with the others in the class was looking directly at him but his eyes were on you as he started to read the note “I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on. It’s like I have a light switch on my forehead cause it happens every time you look at me”

Now the whole classroom was laughing at him, every kid but you. Your eyes were glued onto your desk as a blush crept onto your cheeks and a small, shy smile played on your lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, what if he saw you and just found it weird that you blushed since it was only one of his jokes. His eyes, on the other hand, were on you until he heard the teacher say something about detention after school. He was sure as hell not going to show up even if it meant more trouble later on.

Yet you still didn’t realize that the boy mirrored your feelings with his own, you just thought that he was being his usual flirty self but you didn’t notice how he stopped hitting on other girls.

Today all of the losers were going to hangout together at the quarry. No swimming of course since it was far too cold. With all the leaves turning yellow and shades of orange and falling into the water along with the ground and Eddie frantically rambling about how 'all the leaves carried at least 26 different types of bacteria’ and how 'you would get sick out of your mind if you went swimming when it’s this cold’.

You, Mike and Stan were the ones with cars so today you three acted as chauffeurs. Bev, Eddie and Bill were all riding with Stan since they had hung out earlier that day, Ben was going with Mike because apparently Mike wanted to show him something in his truck. If you didn’t know any better you would think that they had all rigged it so that you and Richie were left alone.

But you happily complied and drove to Richie’s house. Guns N’ roses was blasting on your stereo and your sweater covered hands tapped the steering wheel slightly along with the music. Soon enough you found yourself outside of the curly headed boy’s home. You honked loudly and a couple of seconds later he emerged and jogged slightly across his driveway. He was wearing a black hoodie along with black jeans, simple but it made you blush a little.

He still occasionally wore Hawaiian shirts with a white t-shirt underneath just like he did when you were 14 but now they were more toned down if the idea of wearing one struck him. Now he wore more blacks, maroons and grays and you weren’t complaining. Not that you would be under any other other circumstances because he’s Richie damn Tozier, he’d look good in anything.

He flung open the car door and plopped down into the seat next to yours and shut it again. You started driving off towards the quarry while he was still buckling his seat belt. The two of you were going to arrive early but it doesn’t really matter. Suddenly he turned off the music and turned towards you who was still focused on the road.

“Hey, Y/N” he spoke with a slight smile on his lips.

“Yeah?” you answered as you turned the wheel slightly and bit your bottom lip as you concentrated.

“You know what this shirt is made of?” now he looked even more mischievous if that was even possible.

“I swear to god Richie. If you say boyfriend material I will personally kick you -"you were cut short.

"It’s boyfriend material” Richie said while a smirk played on his lips and you let out a small chuckle and now you bit down your smile once again but this time to keep you from spilling all your feelings.

Your once slightly irritated face had turned red and you looked down for a moment just to fight back the urge to explain everything from start to finish, how you fell in love with him every day. Every DAMN DAY. How you tried to keep yourself from blushing and smiling at his cheesy pickup lines and the teasing. You couldn’t contain yourself any more.

The light shifted slightly as you started to drive through the woods, it now reflected in patches due to the few leaves that still clung hopefully to the trees. Richie’s eyes traveled between the beautiful scenery out the window and you. He silently reached for your free hand and intertwined his long and lanky fingers with yours, they fit together perfectly.

You stopped the car and twisted the keys in the ignition to turn it off, slightly shifted in your seat and got out of the car. The cold and harsh autumn air hit your face in a way that sent shivers down your spine. Another thud could be heard as Richie got out of the other side of the car and a little splash followed that as his beaten up boots touched the ground.

“Hey, Richie” his eyes snapped to meet your gaze “I kinda need to talk to you” you said while scratching the back of your neck and walked over to sit on the hood of your car but on the passenger side. You sighed shakily and looked over the beautiful quarry. All the tree shad turned yellow and orange and they reflected down onto the water beneath.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Richie asked while moving to stand in front of you. He basically only got this serious when you two were alone but even if it was only you and him it was a rarity. He felt it in the air this time though, this wasn’t time for jokes.

“So I kinda like you” you stated while turning a light shade of red and fought a smile “I’ve liked you for a while now and- actually no, I’ve been in love with you for a while now and I’m tried of trying to act like the teasing doesn’t affect me.” the explanation felt so natural, but you couldn’t imagine looking into his eyes now that he probably was thinking of a way to reject you.

“I love you too, you couldn’t be more obvious though” at that you both laughed and you looked upwards towards him just to lock eyes with him.

“Is that so mr.Tozier?” you asked with a sly grin on your face while Richie now good in between your legs and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, your worse at hiding things than Bill is at uttering an entire sentence without stuttering for fucks sake” now he was so close to your face that you could feel his warm breath on your face while he leaned down to look at you directly instead of the biting air that the fall provided.

Suddenly his lips were attached to yours. It took a second to react to the motion but soon enough you responded to his actions. Now your hands found his messy hair and you ran your fingers through it. Richie’s hand found your waist to pull you impossible closer. Apparently he felt the need to deepen the kiss so he brought one of his large hands to the back of your neck, now this had turned into a full on make out session. Not that you were complaining, it was just a bit unexpected. If someone had told you earlier in the morning that you would be sitting on your car making out with Richie Tozier later today you would have laughed straight into their face, 'cause you were sure you didn’t have the balls to be upfront with your best friend.

“WOAH, well hello to you guys too!” Stan exclaimed with eyes going wide and swiftly looked away, you and Richie broke apart. He and the others had obviously turned up without either of you noticing.

You had been caught. Whoops?


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A long time ago in England, there were reports of livestock being seen flying towards somewhere in the woods, but no one dared to venture forth to see where they were going. It is a good thing that no one was recorded to investigate this strange phenomenon, otherwise, they’d run to a rather large Von Vore. As I said, there was no “recorded” investigations. Happy Vore day everyone.

Essays in Existentialism: Skin

Soulmate au (clexa of course) where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well. Imagine having Clarke who’s a super artistic soulmate who draws designs and really beautiful patterns all over her arms and lexa just sits there and watches the little lines appear on their arms and she can’t stop smiling and it’s their favourite part of the day.

Sometimes it was doodles. Little cartoons or swirls or little faces on the tips of her fingers. At night, creatures and imaginary places occupied her ribs and her stomach, appearing like magic in their rightful spots, rarely the same thing twice.

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MadaTobi Soulmate Drabble

Soulmate AU where whenever you lose something, your soulmate winds up finding it.

from (x)

Ever since he was little, Madara would find odd bits and bobs nudged amidst all of his things – crayons in his pocket, pacifiers in his drawers, socks under couches, and even a tiny knitted beany in his little brother’s house slippers once. It’s very annoying. It clutters his room and he’s always being told off by his parents for it.

Then came the drawings. Sometimes crumpled, sometimes not.  Over the years, it grew from illegible, grainy scrawling to clumsy shapes and bendy forms that took less, and less stretching of his imagination to determine as hiragana characters.

My name is Senju Tobirama, one of it reads.

Paranoia coils in him. Soulmate or not, the thought of a stranger stumbling upon his belongings, his personal, informative, belongings is enough to make anyone holler out stranger danger. This soulmate mumbo jumbo is weird.

Strangely enough, that’s how he meets his best friend, through the strange mumbo jumbo.

“I’m supposed to be showing my little brother around school today,” bawls the boy with the bowl cut while latching himself on Madara’s arm, all big eyes brimming with tears, and snot running down his nose. “It’s his first day and I can’t find him anywhere! He must be so scared! Will you help me look for him?”

Considering it’s Madara’s first exposure to comforting a fellow seven-year-old that’s crying his eyes out, Madara himself feels a little lost. His panicking eyes flick around them for help, but all the other children have quickly vanished into air as if they were the ninjas they routinely pretend to be. Oddly, he feels betrayed.

Whenever Izuna cries, it’s because he either wants attention or food. Ransacking through his lunchbox, Madara grabs one of his onigiri, and shoves it into the crying boy’s hands. He takes a deep breath, and huffs out his next statement with enough annoyance to drown out his panic, “Will you stop crying?”

There, food and attention. He should stop his crying any minute now.

But much to Madara’s despair, the boy threatens to swell up with tears again. “But he’s alone,” the boy whines, “and he’s so small and everything’s new to him and I need to find him because he could be getting bullied right now–”

“I’ll help you look for him, okay?” Despite holding the onigiri, the shrivelling boy still has one arm clinching Madara’s own. Madara tries (and fails) to shake the crying limpet away. “I’ll help you look for your baby brother. Stop crying already. He couldn’t have gone far, he’s like five.

As if the magic words were a box of tissues, all tears dry up, and the boy glows. “Okay then, let’s go!” He jumps up and drags Madara with him, snacking on his onigiri in a way that makes Madara feel like he’s been played. “Let’s go find Tobirama!”

Madara stumbles over his own foot. His lunchbox almost falls out of his hands. “Tobirama,” Madara squeaks in a high voice.

His new friend, he finds out, is Senju Hashirama. Oldest of four siblings, like him, and really likes to talk about everything and nothing at once. Tobirama is the second oldest. He’s a bit of a smarty pants, according to his brother, so the dangers of meeting someone who might bully him is definitely a substantial one. Hashirama cheerfully informs him that he has to help beat up the bullies, as part of the agreement of their newfound friendship.

It feels like getting carried away in a Hashirama-shaped tidal wave. Madara ends up not minding it. There’s a tugging in his belly, pulling him towards the library. Flutters of excitement are running up his arm at the thought of meeting his soulmate.

When they do find him, his little body is curled up on one of the beanbags, absorbed in book that’s got to be way too advanced for a five-year old to read. Tobirama peers up from his book at Hashirama’s joyous exclamations. He eyes his older brother like a particularly unpleasant fur ball he’d just hacked up, the expression as prickly as his white hair, and dodges his older brother’s hug with an expert shuffle off his bean bag.

Then and there, Madara knows that he’ll grow to like his soulmate, just as he knows how Tobirama losing Hashirama on his first day of school was definitely not an accident.

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Save me~ Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Gerne: idk angst with fluff probably?
Warnings: cursing and feels (mby)

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“Get the fuck away from me you retarded motherfucker!” You yelled at your boyfriend

As a result, you recieved a strong slap from him across your cheek. It stung as a bitch but you didn’t let it occupy you too much.

“Can’t do that kitten. You need me so you could have food and place to sleep. Without me, you would be on the street. You wouldn’t last even a day without my so why trying? ” He said, his smug on his face becoming bigger

“Guess what? I don’t need you to fuck around with me 24/7!” You yelled, throwing your arms in the air

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Your boyfriend walked dangerously near you, his hand too much near you for your liking.

“Move away from me!” You yelled again

“You have no say here Y/N” He replied, his hand on your neck, pressing it slightly

You felt your breath being cut off, a sound of you choking was filling the room. Your eyes grew big, tears brimming in your eyes. You tried to move his hand off your neck, but a guy like him was too much for you.

Instead, you slightly swinged yourself, before fastly kicking him in his region between his legs. He groaned loudly at the pain, the hold on your neck now getting loosen up.

You took it as your clue to leave. Your eyes still held tears from the choking and you were sure that you already have a big bruise on your cheek. But you had no time to check on those things.

You hurriedly grabbed your backpack which was next to the front foor and left the apartment, running away from your so-called boyfriend.

You had a jacket packed inside that backpack, along with one shirt, a bennie, phone and some money you managed to save. It has already been packed for few days now, but you never had a chance to leave.

You walked around streets of Seoul, not sure even where you’re headed. Your head felt slightly heavy, but you couldn’t let that bother you. You had to continue walking foward and not look behind.

Although, there was a huge problem. Your ex. Your idiotic abusive and retarded ex boyfriend.

Your ex knew where your friends live, so he could come at their homes and find you anytime.

Your mind was going crazy. You couldn’t even walk fine. Your cheek was starting to hurt you more, and the other parts of your body that he previously kicked and punched were burning in pain.

“Y/N!”

The voice seemed so familiar…You stared at the dot in front of you, trying to see who it was. Then it hit you…

It is him

Jungkook

He was one of your closest friends. The closest one, actually. He was the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met.

After a month of you two knowing each other, he told you that he is an idol. In a very rising and well-known KPOP group. You were devestated that you never knew that before, but that did explain why you found him really familiar when you met him.

Jungkook…He was the only one you really liked to spend time with. Since you had to often be home and spend your time being beaten up, whenever you had some free time, you would spend it with him, always being thankful for those moments.

“Y/N! what’s wrong?!”

You remember now. He was the only person that actually stayed by your side ever since you met him. Other people would stab you in the back, then apologise over and over.

But he was different.

You figured it out that much. You were happy that you found him and became friends with him. He was, and still is, your lifesaver.

“Y/N what happened to you? You’re completely beaten up! Hey, hey, answer me! Y/N stay awake and answer me”

He pushed you to answer him. And you wanted to. So bad. You wanted to tell him everything. How your ex always beats you up, how he drinks, how he spends your money, how he gets high, how he acts like a complete asshole.

You wanted to scream it in Jungkook’s face, but you kept yourself quiet. You didn’t want him to worry about you. You would feel like a burden then.

“Jungkookie, i’m sorry” You whispered, feeling a tear slip from your eye and fall down on the ground.

You slowly began to loose gravity even more, before feeling like you will fall down. Your sight got more blurry ans you felt dizzy. You felt a pair of arms catch you before you fall, but it all goes black then

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*This was the first part out of two. I hope you liked it.*

"I can't let you do that."  (a Walking Dead ficlet, Caryl + Tara + Morgan).

I don’t even know what this is, guys.  Speculation?  Wishful thinking?  I really don’t know.  Just me working through some dialogue prompts trying to shake the writer’s block dust off, and I guess I’ve been reading and checking out too many filming spoilers/pics, lol.  This probably has literally zero basis in reality, but eh.  I don’t care.  Anything that gets the creative juices flowing again can’t be all bad, huh?  I’m not 100% happy with it, but then again, I never am, lol. 

Just a moment in an alleyway. 

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anonymous asked:

OMG YAYA!!! So is it ok to have that continuation ? Like she really thinks Azusa favors her little sister more or something please and thank you!!!

Continuation of this: [x]

Azusa sighed as he finally put his youngest to bed in her crib, sure in the morning she will be screaming bloody murder because she was not in bed with him but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make to get to the bottom of the subject that was eating him. His oldest daughter had been acting up all night, trying to get any kind of reaction out of either of her parents, and it was so unlike her. When he left the room he found her by the stairs sniffling and sobbing, it broke Azusa’s heart to see the sight as he kneeled down next to her. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

“Y-you and Mommy like sissy and brother more than me….” Big, wet tears were brimming on her face and in the corners of her eyes, her poor face was red from the strain and she looked so exhausted from what could only be stress.

“Now… you know that’s… not it.”

“T-then why do you always hold sissy and ignore me?” Azusa’s eyes widened at his daughter’s accusations, but he guessed it was right a little. Once he had his son and youngest daughter his oldest had become more distant and the other children needed more of his time and yours. It’s not wonder why she felt that way and to tell the truth it tore his heart to shreds knowing that’s how she felt.

“That’s not it… your brother… and sister need more… help from me and Mommy… and they need their big sister.”

“Really?” He nods to her.

“O-okay… I’ll help you and Mommy.” Azusa only chuckled and lifted her up to his chest and carried her to bed. Tucking her in once she calmed down enough and kissing her forehead knowing the one thing that could cheer the child up.

“Good and tomorrow we’ll all go see uncle Yuma.” 

“YAY UNCLE YUMA!”

Lost In You

{{ uugh. Forcing yourself to write is kinda hard. }}

For all your SonAmy Neeeds <3

Originally posted by tianacollins

Prompt: Imagine person A of your otp eating chocolate then person B kisses them and won’t stop kissing them (because of the chocolate taste) so A eventually asks B if they want some chocolate and B shakes their head and says “it tastes better this way.”

Notes: I adjusted this slightly~ but Sonic spends the night at Amy’s house–why? Because he can. xD And I imagine that when making love to Amy, he has a habit of scratching her, but not meaning to hurt her or leave marks. (It’s just a thing animals do. I read about it once that animals scratch their partners to please them, weird right? But somehow that ended up in this fic).  

Universe: SonAmy!Boom.

Word count: 1457


The chocolate was about as welcoming as the flu. It sat on the counter and stared at her unnervingly from it’s festive box. At first she shoved it behind the microwave and tried to ignore it. She was disciplined, not unruly, and yet she was fighting a losing battle against her expanding desire. The cocoa powdered perfection called to her seductively, promising moments of bliss that would melt on her tongue. She began to justify eating them; it would be rude not to, they were expensive, a gift after all, you deserve them.

By the time she had woken up and made her morning coffee she reached for them automatically, her higher thinking muted. After just one she hastily put the lid back on and returned them to their hiding spot. But even before the first one had completely melted she was reaching for the box again. Whilst savoring the next one she buried the box in the trash. In less than thirty seconds however, she fished it out and all pretences gone as she devoured them.

Amy was that ravenous for the chocolate, blotches of brown stuff besmirched her muzzle, coating her once clean mouth with lip-smacking sweetness, while the taste was infused with the flavor of mint, it was the perfect accompaniment to her coffee. A calming sigh swept past her nose and as if on cue her body fell back onto the couch, huddling into the softness which created her own cocoon, sipping her drink. 

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Chapter 5, Part 2: Hunt’s Decision

Chapter Links:

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1 (After the Masquerade…)

Chapter 2 (It was her..)

Chapter 3 (Thailand)

Chapter 4 (Dinner Party)

Chapter 5 (Part 1: A Weekend with Hunt)

Summary: The MC and Hunt perform the ad together, raising questions from the film crew about their relationship.

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Hunt waited for her in the gardens. Cameras were already on him, and Charles was instructing him on the script. Suddenly, Francesca gasped.

“My dear, you look heavenly! Come, come! We have to get started ASAP!”

She approached Hunt as he stood underneath a tree. He swallowed. Who was this person before him? She had been totally transformed from the warm, intelligent girl that he admired into a fragile goddess. Her crystalline eyes were framed in smoky shadow; gauzy fabric clung to the impeccably sculpted curves of her body. Her hair was arranged in a loose, braided updo, baring her slender neck and shoulders to his gaze. Her golden skin was dusted with something shimmery, and as she drew nearer to him, wide-eyed and carefully gauging his reaction, the scent of Forbidden mixed with her own skin wafted into his senses. He swallowed hard, forgetting for once to manage his facial expressions.

“Professor?” she whispered, aware of the crew around them, trying not to get lost in the moment with him.

Hunt cleared his throat as the director approached.

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Ways to Help the Homeless

(besides giving them change & hoping they “don’t go buy drugs”)

Save your leftovers from a restaurant, they’re just going to throw it out anyways

Give them a bottle of clean water

Donate that can of beans your mom always makes you eat that you hate to your local food bank

Give them big brimmed hats or sunscreen or even one of those plastic water spritzers in the summer time

Old jackets, gloves or clean warm socks in the winter time

If you are comfortable with it, buy them a coffee or a fast food burger and bring it to them

Donate those conditioner packets from your home hair dye kits, or hotel soaps that you pilfered to your nearest shelter

Various hair and makeup supplies, as well as packs of pads, tampons and other feminine hygiene to your nearest women’s shelter