#(the one in my pinned post)

[somechubbynerd]

Do you know about the GameAces fan server or no?

I only have the one I run. If there's another one... Uhhh, my primary question is "why, when I have one?"

[upon-the-snow]

early mornings after nightmares

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[dapper-lil-arts]

That joke on across the spiderverse reminded me so much of Trixie. Girl refuses to accept herself as a C-tier Twilight opponent lmao

[dizzybizz]

my brain latched onto ratio in the span a day or two and i am. struggling with that. have a hsr magma dump about it.

these are in reverse chronological order so that it looks like i get more normal as the post goes on (it doesnt)

[pinayelf-archive]

Palestinian fundraisers to donate to

Second list of fundraisers 

Third list of fundraisers

Fourth list of fundraisers

Hello all, here are some Palestinians who have currently reached out to me to share their fundraisers. I put together all posts in one so I can boost them all daily.

Please take a moment to read their stories, share and donate if you can.

Some conversions for Swedish krona (SEK) as some GFMs use it: $1USD = 10.36 SEK $1CAD = 7.61 SEK €1 = 11.43 SEK

@karamostaz22 | GFM Link | Vetted here

@amalpalestine | GFM Link | Vetted here #71

@lawyer-adhamayyad81 | GFM Link

Note: Unvetted by reverse image search comes back clean

@wajihmadi | GFM Link | Vetted by association

@yousefalyazji and @monayazji | GFM Link | Vetted here (#87)

@nourasissue4 | GFM Link | Vetted here

Note: Blog updated as previous blog was terminated

@dutifullymykid | GFM Link | Vetted by association here

@mohammedmoner | GFM Link | Vetted here (#26)

@haneenmohamaad | GFM Link | Vetted here

@ghadanabilfamily | GFM Link | Unvetted but shared by vetted account

@baraaalshrafa | GFM Link | Vetted here (#911)

@ahmadgaza1 | GFM Link | Vetted here

Note: Unvetted, but reverse image search comes back clean

@emanabosedo | GFM Link | Vetted by association

@helpamalm | GFM Link

Note: Unvetted, but reverse image search comes back clean. Blog is currently unavailable (9/30), but GFM is still available

@hebamohammedsy | GFM Link | Vetted here (#171)

@familygazaamal | GFM Link | Vetted here (#55)

@ashourmohammed | GFM Link | Vetted here

@hanangazaa | GFM Link

@hashem19798 | GFM Link | Vetted here

@mariam2013y | GFM Link | Vetted by association

@osamabasilps | GFM Link | Vetted here

note: the blog in 90-ghost's reblog is osama's previous blog, but the gfm is the same)

@moh-gaz & @farah-mohanad | GFM Link | Vetted here (#42)

@faroha2001 is another one of their blogs

@mohamedjshamia | GFM Link | Vetted here (#82)

@abdalhadiaburas | GFM Link | Vetted here

@sameergazafamily | GFM Link | Vetted here

note: Sameer had a previous tumblr that was deactivated, this is his new Tumblr

@savepalestineinfamily19 | GFM Link | Vetted here

@abedallhferwanagaza & @olaferwana| GFM Link | Vetted here

@ahmadwaleed5 | GFM Link | Vetted here (#167)

@amalblogsworld | GFM Link | Vetted here

Note: The blog in the vetted link is another one of Amal's blogs, but the GFM link is the same

@hazemsuhail | GFM Link | Vetted here (#75)

@husamfarht | GFM Link | Vetted here (#248)

@hyamshehabnew | GFM Link | Vetted here

@burningnightgiver | GFM Link | Vetted here

Note: the new blog is here

@abdelmutei | GFM Link | Vetted here

@aya-alanqar | GFM Link | Vetted here

Note: The blog on 90-ghost's link is another blog of Aya's, but it's the same fundraiser

@ahmadresh | GFM Link | Vetted here

@mohammedatallah | GFM Link | Vetted here

@saveyouseffamily | GFM Link | Vetted here

@hanaa-yousef | GFM Link | Vetted here (#246)

@falestine-yousef | GFM Link | Vetted here / more info

[crezz-star]

⚔️👒

Hunger

[demadogs]

When a typical virus attaches itself to its host, it duplicates, right? It spreads, essentially hijacking the host… What is so unusual here is that this virus, the infected hosts seem to be communicating.

Stranger Things season two (2017)

[chitinleg]

got him off-balance!

[fungal-wastes-my-beloved]

some stuff i never finished lol

[tragedy-machine]

tragedy-machine fics masterpost

1. Your flickering light

Edwin gets triggered during an attack which causes him to disappear, and a panicked Charles has to figure out how to find him before it's too late.

Rated:T || Words: 2,462 || Status: complete

title explained: because of stress and panic Edwin' form flickers and makes him phase through the floor, so the title is of course a reference to that

[pennumbra]

Lil Nowhere King-themed mini doodle dump! 🦌🧁

[leezuhh]

did an insane double take during the new hbomberguy video not only because he called out internet historian for some crazy plagiarism, but also because he had a separate dislike of the same guy for the *exact same thing* that put me off his channel for ages (his dashcon video)

[samipekoe]

sketch commissions time

€40 for a single character, €60 for two, €100 sketch page

PayPal only. DM/email at samipekoe@gmail.com if interested⭐

[mosaickiwi]

Home Away From

I love hopeless agony almost as much as tooth rotting fluff??

Post-kidnapping Angel adjusting (badly) to the new normal.

might do a part 2 where it gets even worse idk ← my last words before i get thrown out of the plane

Kidnapping, imprisonment, codependency, etc.

proceed with caution

Eyes straight forward, you had to keep yourself occupied fiddling with the edge of a couch cushion. Every single one had a few loose threads from how often you worried away at them. 

Twelve… thirteen… fourteen neatly aligned book spines on the lowest shelf behind the dark haired man kneeling in front of you. A full, hardcover collection of your favorite webcomic, each book signed and dedicated to you. Maybe you'd force yourself to read them all again. For the third time since your arrival.

"Angel."

It was hard to keep track of how long you'd been here—in this house far removed from Corland Bay, with everything you ever wanted in a forever home. All those wild, fantasy-ridden dreams you joked about with Ren, and then [REDACTED], were true now.

And yet your supposed fiancé carried you over the threshold of that forever home kicking and screaming. 

"Still not talking?"

His hand reached for yours, fingers gently lacing between your own before you eventually pulled away. You saw their real reaction in the corner of your vision. By now, you knew him as obsessively as he knew you—there wasn't much he could hide anymore. The pain in his blue eyes lingered for too long this time.

It hurt. You hated to see that look on his face. But you hated being trapped here so much more than that. Why couldn't he understand?

Realistically, a silent treatment would get you nowhere. A few hours had turned to days, then weeks, and he was still soft-spoken and doting towards you. There was hardly a difference in the man you proposed to, and the one that bolted the front door shut from the outside on the few occasions they left for supplies.

You were too used to domestic life, too docile compared to that first day—sometimes you'd lose yourself and forget you were a prisoner. All your old hobbies still occupied your days while he sat nearby, and it just felt natural to include the only person you ever saw. To call his name and read a passage from a book aloud for him to laugh, or casually scoot closer to him for warmth during a movie.

Those moments when you forgot felt like they could slot in between all your old memories with ease.

"I'm sorry, love. I only wanted t'keep you safe," he whispered.

His breath almost tickled your legs, followed by the feel of his forehead resting against them. The urge to brush a hand through their hair—an innocent gesture you did at least daily back home—hurt just as much to ignore.

Were it not for their words of apology, even now could've been another memory. Who could fault you for falling into habits of comfort with the one who lived for you, and you alone?

The silent treatment was the best you could do.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Tired and disoriented, you woke up alone in your bedroom. The pink haired plushie you normally cuddled had disappeared somewhere, probably tossed to a corner of the room in your fitful sleep. Your usual replacement for a space heater was nowhere to be found, either.

Had he stayed up late? You called their name. "Ren?"

A muted commotion in the hallway outside, then the door creaked open. "Angel?" your beloved hacker answered back cautiously.

"Are you coming to bed?"

There was no response for a long moment. But soon enough, his familiar footsteps sounded against the floor.

You sat up and pulled the blanket to the side for them. As he settled in, you cuddled close, resting one arm over their chest while your head laid in its rightful place atop his shoulder. You managed to lean up and find their lips for a quick kiss before closing your eyes.

Though you couldn't see his face, you imagined the blush that painted his cheeks at every piece of affection you gave. With the thought fresh in your mind, you drifted off.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Hours later you woke again, your rest this time far more peaceful in their embrace. A pitiful, lazy groan left you as you stretched, then opened your eyes to greet your partner.

[REDACTED] was silently looking down at you, propped up on one arm. 

You reached up to cup his cheek and smiled at him. He leaned into your touch like always, but their usual loving gaze was laced with hesitation. As if waiting for something. Anxious of what could bother him, your hand followed the line of his jaw down to their neck, past the tattooed heart of your name, and settled on a piece of jewelry. 

Was that correct? It felt off. A long moment passed as you fiddled with it, trying to figure out what was so out of place about that silver chain, until it hit you.

The golden ring was back on his necklace, instead of on your finger where it belonged. Where it used to belong.

Weeks, or maybe even months ago, when they kept you in a careful hold while locking the bedroom door behind them—you'd thrown that ring in his face the second he let you go. 

For all the scratches and bite marks you'd put on his arm, tearing at skin that was already long scarred, he hadn't shown a hint of worry. Not until they bent down to get the ring that hit their chest and clattered to the floor.

It was the same worried face you saw now.

Your hand stilled, and before you could even whisper the words you wanted to yell, he slipped from the bed to give you space. The door clicked shut behind them to trap you in with your thoughts.

How could you be so stupid? Weak? They didn't have to try at all to wear you down; you did it all on your own. He tore you away from friends and family, yet here you were, forgetting yourself to play house with him. Then you took it a step further and let him sleep in your bed.

Nails dug into the pillow under your head, but instead of throwing it you squeezed it tight to your chest. You bit your lip to hold back the tears, glaring down at the empty spot on your ring finger that had only now begun to match the skin around it.

Another foolish dream to pile with all the others.

As much as you wanted to hope they would see reason one day and bring you back home to make things right—a thought far past irrational by now—you had to mourn the life taken from you.

You knew them, you knew them. Always seeking your favor so quickly that any argument quelled before it had a chance to begin, but stubborn when he felt it necessary.

If the first answer was a no… the next one and the next one wouldn't change. You should've accepted it the second he locked the door.

Ren was the only person you'd ever see again.

[mobius-m-mobius]

I know what kind of god I need to be... For you.