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Hello,

I hope my message finds you well 🌸

I am Momen Al Mdhoun, a graphic designer and a father to 2 adorable kids, I need your help to get my voice heard and amplified by sharing my family's campaign?

Your help may save us from genocide and famine 💔

Please reblog my post and donate if you can 🙏🏻

My family's campagin 👇🏻👇🏻

https://gofund.me/1be90748

✅Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #291 )✅

Thank you 🌸 🌸

どうもありがとうございます。

I already donated what I could, but I hope this message finds someone who can help <3

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It's here!

AO3 link

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Delainey Hayles, Sam Reid & Assad Zaman SDCC 2024 | CBR Presents

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Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.

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Look at our beautiful boys 🤧

(All credits to Immortal_daily)

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WIP Wednesday

Gonna post this one before the year is out, woo!

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Armand has a history of being irresponsible with the wiring in their house — Daniel has caught him multiple times, shoulders-deep in the cupboard under the stairs, messing about with fuses and wires like a raccoon with its ass sticking out of the dustbin. It’s cute, but after Armand blew the fuses for the third time in as many months Daniel made him promise to at least stop messing with the wiring if he’s going to keep playing with electricity in general. It goes well for about four months (Daniel puts a gold star sticker on the inside of their cupboard door for every month without a blackout, and Armand’s pissy, indignant scowl is perfect motivation for Daniel to keep going).

Three days after the bathroom sink incident, the four-month streak ends with a sinister hiss and crackle and a plunge into darkness. Daniel sighs, gets up from his desk, finds a marker, and goes downstairs to draw a big, fat line under the four stars. Then he knocks on Armand’s studio door.

“Oh,” Armand says brazenly, opening the door. “Are your lights out too?”

“Yeah,” Daniel tells him.

“Curious,” Armand says, and how the fuck is he so bad at this, isn’t he supposed to be some sort of master liar and manipulator?

“Yeah, really curious. Okay, what have you done? I’m not even mad, just tell me so I can fix it.”

Big orange eyes blink at him. “I really haven’t done anything.”

“Seriously? Try better. I’ve seen you do better! Gimme some of that Dubai vintage.”

Armand huffs, looking irked and offended, and there he is.

“Really, Daniel, I don’t see why this must necessarily be my fault. Maybe we have a mouse in the walls?”

“You’re the only other person that lives here, stop gaslighting me!”

Armand opens his eyes wide. “But Daniel, you love being gaslit.”

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okay but I NEED him to take his coat off Like That in front of Daniel

ASSAD ZAMAN as Armand

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2024) 2.06 – Like the Light by Which God Made the World Before He Made Light

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Assad Zaman as Armand INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.04: I WANT YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.

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I'm Almost Me Again - Chapter 10

"Sparkle? These vampires sparkle? Daniel, this is an affront to all of vampirekind, I demand that we find this Stephanie Meyer woman at once and bring her to justice in accordance with the Great Laws–"  "Pretty sure making vampires sparkle is not against the Great Laws," Daniel snorted. His amusement was so contagious that Armand almost smiled. Almost. "Then we shall add another! How dare she disrespect our kind with this inane rubbish, we are creatures of the darkness, we own the night–" "Babe, shh, you're missing the best part!"

Daniel doesn't give Armand a chance to leave after he turns him in Dubai. The two set out on a journey to learn from each other, and in time, grow to become friends, and maybe more.

Too bad Daniel's missing twelve years of his life.

Read here.

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It's here!

AO3 link

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The ecstasy of saint Theresa or whatever

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armand de perfect profile ✨ [+ bonus]

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WIP Wednesday (shh, let's pretend it's still Wednesday)

hoping to have this one out this weekend, lads!

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Alternatively, it begins with Daniel’s death. The fake one.

The ceremony was nice, Armand orchestrated and artistic-directed the shit out of it, from the venue to the casket to the flowers. He hired Louis to take pictures, and for some reason Daniel was alone in finding that completely hilarious. The coffin, he has to say, was incredibly comfortable, which he never doubted it would be — he spent the ceremony in it, set up with his new phone, a power bank, earbuds and a thermos of blood in case he got snacky, which he did. After a few hours of scrolling through social media and watching Netflix, he was dutifully dug up by his freshly widowed husband, and they made out for a while in the cemetery before filling the hole back in and heading off.

“This is your agent,” Armand tells him the next night, curled into Daniel’s side with his iPad as they’re browsing the funeral pictures Louis sent over.

“Yep, I recognise her. Literally saw her five days ago.”

“Oh, and this is that colleague of yours — Rodrigo?”

“That’s Frank, babe.”

“Ah. Well, anyway, he looked quite distraught. I’m pleased with him.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Your editor, on the other hand, actually checked his phone, and not once but three times, which was extremely rude.”

“Yeah, he’s an asshole, we don’t love each other.”

“I made his car brakes loosen up.”

“What the fuck, ba—”

“Just enough to give him a bit of a scare, please relax.” Armand actually pats his knee, then swipes onto the next picture and beams. “Oh, look, your agent is actually crying in this one!”

Fucking hell.

“Uh, that’s great?”

“It is, I think. Her friendly affection for you was genuine.”

That’s… kinda nice. Yeah, he phrases it like an entomologist narrating a nature documentary, but it’s nice.

The next picture is a shot of a vase of flowers.

“Do you like them?” Armand asks. “I arranged the composition myself.”

Yeah, Daniel does like them. It’s white lilies, some artsy, twisted dried twigs, some lush green leaves, and dried lotus seed pods, freaking out anyone with trypophobia. Creepy yet oddly beautiful and composed like something out of a post-modernist still life. It’s so Armand that Daniel just has to smile.

“Yeah, they’re great,” he says, pressing a kiss to Armand’s hair.

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everyone in the world is either a democrat or a republican. everyone in the whole wide world is a democrat and a republican and america is the largest and most populous country in the world and america is easily the most culturally diverse country in the world because the middle class white people in my state (like a little country) are very different than the middle class white people over there (another little country, once more called a "state") and you could never understand how bad it is in america, the main country in the world. where are you from again? it's bad in america and america is bad but the way that america is run is the only way a country could possibly be run unfortunately. i don't like it but it's the only right way for a country to be run and you don't get it because the main victims of the main country are all here and you aren't. where are you from again? they never told me about that place. i don't think you get that real people live in america. probably because you're a republican. real people live in america and real people are hurt by america but what can you do? god said america has to be like this. god said this because god is real so god is american. you don't get it because you're over there and we're all here in america, the realest country in the world. where are you from again? how can you talk like this with what's happening in america? you're a democrat, right? where are you from again? my country is so large it stretches over yours and presses down hard. it's not my fault that they never told me about that place. my country covers the world. you don't understand how bad this will be for real people in the real world, the first world, the only world. they never told me—where in america are you from again?

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I lied, put your clothes back on, we're gonna have a 10 hour interview all about my ex