#9 follows

[eddiegirls]

hello!! my name is Denise. i am organizing this campaign on behalf of Mahmoud (AKA @5735765 here on tumblr) and his sister's family. edit on 7/12: Mahmoud has also created a separate account to help promote his sister's campaign at @ahedhassan99 !

Mahmoud was able to safely cross the border to Egypt, but several of his family members remain displaced inside Gaza. his campaign to evacuate the Gaza Strip has been verified by el-shab-hussein/nabulsi (124 on this spreadsheet). he's now trying to assist his family in evacuating.

this campaign is for his 4 nephews, including little Karim who is pictured above, and their family to escape Gaza. the funds will be used to help them safely cross the border when it's possible to do so, and for future living expenses once they are in Egypt.

PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE TO HELP THIS BEAUTIFUL FAMILY!!!

tagging a few people i know have been in contact with Mahmoud. please feel free to tag anyone else who will share! @apollos-olives @aces-and-angels @videodrome-fag @acepumpkinpatrick

as i am organizing the fundraiser on Mahmoud's behalf, i'd like to be as transparent as possible and i am happy to answer any questions i can about the exchange of money. please feel free to message me if you have concerns or if you'd like proof of my direct contact with Mahmoud.

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[ajihaew]

the monitor just isn't functioning properly.

[noenoaholi]

SURPRISE!! Have some new dennor art in the year 2024

well... i felt so emotional while drawing this because dennor were the first ship i drew on my very first tablet 9 years ago

i enjoyed the process and i also realized i have missed mathias and lukas a lot ❤️

[leenfiend]

what’s ur type first < prev next > full comic

[prettyinaccurate]

im... so lucky lucky

[ultraeyepiss]

mild bruising under the cut <3

[ratxiety]

Finished Outer Wilds. Go play it

[joekeerys]

michael cunningham, the hours / susan abulhawa, against the loveless world: a novel / susan sontag, as consciousness is harnessed to flesh: journals and notebooks 1964-1980 / yū miri, tokyo ueno station

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

may I request an angst with evan buckley

"keep your eyes on me." promt with an established relationship please! but hes been through a lot give him his happy ending please, i love him so much 🫶🏻

Lightning Strike.

28. "Keep your eyes on me."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my soft sweet buck. thank you for this request <3

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - sad buck. mentions of a sort of panic attack.

Word Count - 500 ish maybe??

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Buck is the king of putting on a brave face.

Always strong, never faltering. He reassures everyone he's fine time and time again, smiling and cracking jokes. But you see right through him.

You've always been able to read him like a book. You don't even have to try.

After the lightning strike, Buck doubled down on his brave face. He wouldn't let anyone see him upset - not even Eddie. Which is rare. And worrying.

He seems to be coping surprisingly well, desperate to get back to work and resume normal routine. While he's stuck at home, he's been cooking, doing puzzles, watching football. You're greeted with a lovingly cooked meal and a glass of wine every time you walk through the door.

Until today.

Today, you walk into the apartment, and it's dark. No lights on, no TV blaring sound. Nothing.

"Buck?"

Silence.

"Buck? Baby? I'm home," you call.

Now you're worried.

You start striding through the apartment, navigating your way through the darkness. When you hear a sniffle, your head whips around. There's Buck, knees pressed to his chest, jammed in between the nightstand and the wall. He's curled up on the ground, head resting on his arms that are protectively wrapped around his legs.

"Buck? Hey, did something happen?"

"Yeah," he murmurs hoarsely. "I got hit by lightning."

"I remember," you say gently. "Did something happen today?"

"I don't know," he whispers. "I think I've been distracting myself. And today it all came crashing down."

"Talk to me," you urge.

Buck's lip trembles, and so do his hands. Warm, salty tears drip down his face, and his breathing quickens rapidly.

"Hey, hey. Keep your eyes on me, Buck."

He locks his gaze onto yours, and mirrors your breathing carefully. Eventually, he calms down enough to speak.

"I died. I've been so close to death so many times that I'm kinda numb to it. But this time was so real. How am I supposed to go on living my life like nothing happened, when I literally died?"

"You don't have to live like nothing happened, baby," you reassure, moving to sit down in front of him. "No one expects you to do that."

"I just -," he sighs, trying to formulate a coherent thought. "I just don't know how to carry on."

You reach out gently and place a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that are spilling over. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone carefully, grounding him back down to Earth.

"I know you're like, totally anti therapy -," you begin, and he laughs. "But talking to a therapist or a trauma counsellor might really help. Or maybe we find a support group. This is LA, there's groups for everything."

"You think there's a lightning strike support group?" he jokes.

"I honestly wouldn't be surprised," you chuckle. "And if there isn't? Well, we'll start one."

"I might be the only person who attends."

"Fine by me," you tease, nudging him lovingly.

You stand up, and offer him a hand. He takes it gratefully, getting up and instantly wrapping his arms around you. He inhales the scent of your vanilla shampoo, and the tension leaves his shoulders rapidly.

"I love you," he murmurs into your hair. "I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," you reassure. "Well, technically you are, since you got hit by lightning. And survived."

"I've always been one in a million," he chuckles, squeezing you a little tighter.

"Yes, you have. My one in a million, Evan Buckley."

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

so the thing about followers is that by the "numbers" i hit 90k a while ago but my follower list looks mainly like

I'd need a full time intern just for deleting bots and deactivateds to get any actual clue of how many of yall are in here

(also shoutout to the real people in there)

[pyroguesstuff]

late night taz posting on main?? and in 2024???

[valtsv]

"... and then you sat in the best seat in the house, watching the consequences of you screwing them over."

Interview with the Vampire, Season 2, Episode 7, "I Could Not Prevent It" // The Silt Verses, Season 3, Chapter 14, "One Last Song Of Revelations"

[iphyslitterator]

*"Kiss" is omitted for being too generic; "sex scene" is omitted because that's, uh, in a class of its own.

[plutonicbees]

let's break stuff >:) 💥🏳️‍⚧️

[velociraptorsaurusrex]

I wanted him dead; I wanted him all to myself.

get him back!