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...do tell will

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We are in the south... suffering from famine‼️, save us🙏

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, specifically from Al-Mawasi in the south of the Strip...

We are suffering from famine, there is no food other than flour and its price is 300$... It is very expensive, we cannot afford it...

I struggle every day in crowded queues to get bread to feed my family.😞💔

Help me and donate to me to buy flour for my family and satisfy their hunger.🙏

I'm nothing without you. You are my last hope.🫂😞😭

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The raven cycle drawings

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possession

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Vulcan masculine and Human feminine

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(if ur still taking requests!) for the kiss prompt —> #7 with enjolras/grantaire?

TO SHUT HIM UP <- prompts made for grantaire

The bar is crowded, but Enjolras catches sight of his friends quickly and makes his way to them. The group at the table expands and resettles to welcome him; he keeps his head low, trying to blend in, trying to look like he’s been with them all night. 

“We’re doing trivia,” Courfeyrac says. “You carried us through the first round beautifully, Enjolras.”

“What was the category?”

“Birds of Eastern Europe.”

“Sure,” Enjolras says. He shrugs out of his jacket and shoves it under the table. Combeferre slides his pint over in front of Enjolras’s seat. Enjolras tries to catch his breath.

Next to him, Grantaire is trying not to laugh. “You’re too superlative to go incognito,” he says in an undertone. “Did they see your face? Your hair?”

“I had my hood up,” Enjolras mutters. He takes a pen from Feuilly and adopts an expression like he’s really listening to the trivia clues. Then he swears and ducks down even further.

Because over Grantaire’s shoulder, he can see the very policeman that he’s been trying to evade all evening. The man—hard-faced, tall—is scanning the bar like he’s searching for someone.

For the person who spent the evening papering flyers on patrol car windshields, probably.  

“Fuck,” Courfeyrac says cheerfully.

“Wait,” Grantaire starts to say, at the very moment that the policeman’s head starts to turn. “Isn’t that—”

Enjolras does the only thing he can think of. He grabs Grantaire by the shoulder, pulls him half out of his seat, and kisses him hard on the mouth.

Grantaire grabs at Enjolras for balance and catches himself with one hand braced on Enjolras’s thigh. Then they’re just kissing, a confused press of mouths, and Grantaire’s hair is in Enjolras’s eyes. Grantaire makes a shocked little noise. Enjolras just kisses him harder. 

“He’s looking over here,” Courfeyrac says in a hiss. “Don’t stop. God’s sake, Grantaire, look a little less gobsmacked.”

Grantaire buries a hand in Enjolras’s hair. It’s Enjolras’s turn to make a small surprised noise; Grantaire slides the hand on Enjolras’s thigh down to his knee.  “He stopped looking at you,” Combeferre says in a low voice.

Enjolras turns his head, breaking the kiss. He hides his face against Grantaire’s collarbone. “Going, going…” Feuilly says, craning his head to watch the departure of the cop. “Gone.”

“Bravo, gentlemen,” Courfeyrac says. He takes the pen out of Enjolras’s slack fingers. “Come on. We missed the last two clues. Where did you dump the extra posters?”

Enjolras clears his throat. He releases Grantaire. Grantaire slumps back onto his barstool. “I threw them in a bin on my way,” he says. “They were weighing me down.”

“And they didn’t see your face?”

“I don’t think so.” Grantaire is still looking at him. Enjolras finally meets his eyes. “My apologies,” he says stiffly. 

Grantaire just watches him for a long moment. Then he tips his pint in Enjolras’s direction, deliberately casual. “Anytime,” he says, and Enjolras looks away so that he won’t stare at Grantaire’s wet red mouth.

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Dorian Gray

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HAPPY ONE MILLION VIEWS TO ALL WHO OBSERVE!!!

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Humans didn't make the big ben. Do you really think those dumbass Britains could make a clock that big? Those big gears are way too heavy, how'd they get those up there. No way. It was the beasts

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My heart is overrun with the bounty of your love

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save me sansa stark praying by kesha amv save me save me save me

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cowboy warmup sketch 26/2/24 ft. the transgenderification beam

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what on earth was going thru those franz ferdinand fellas heads when they wrote and recorded michael

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CASSIAN ANDOR & JYN ERSO ROGUE ONE (2016) dir. Gareth Edwards ☆ happy (belated) birthday to the so vv lovely sissi @andorerso <3

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Éowyn⚔️