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rewaa-gfm · 12 days ago

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Campaign Information and details:

Campaign link:

https://gofund.me/16f342ff

Family Members:

[Mother] Rewaa: 35 years old

[Father] Mutez: 42 years old

[Son] Kinan: 13 years old.

[son] Taim: 12 years old.

[son] Akrem: 8 years old, He suffers from facial burns that require medical intervention and accurate treatment.

[son] Amir: 6 years old.

[Daughter] Selma: 3 years old, She suffers from bedwetting and currently requires diapers as well as medical treatment.

All children are contracted hepatitis from contaminated drinking water, currently recieves limited treatment for them condition

Original Dedicated Blog @rewaaamir was the first account made by Rewaa, but it was shadowbanned as she couldn't send messages anymore or look up the blog in the search engine. @rewaa-amir-family & @rewaa-amir-family2 were made by a connected family member to help reach people for the fundraiser and to assist her in reaching out to people for the fundraising effort

where Rewaa has been displaced several times, there is no internet, I made this account to help reach out to collect donations on behalf of she. thank you for your time if you've visited this blog.

At present, most of the information about her situation is in her story on the GoFundMe page campaign mentioned above.

The campaign Vetted by @gazavetters, verification number verified on the list is ( #155 )

The campaign collected only $541 CAD out of $55000 CAD, which means that the campaign is less than 1%!! As of December 12th

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1 CAD = 0.735970 USD

1 USD = 1.35875 CAD

Please consider donating even just $5, $10, or $20 to help the fundraiser further along. And remember that reblogging/sharing to reach more people can help a lot!

Note: For more information on the campaign: check my pinned post, the campaign page itself, or message me directly if you have any questions.

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jessource · 8 months ago

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prompts:　ttpd, the anthology by taylor swift.

your location, you forgot to turn it off.

the only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

now and then she rereads the manuscriptof the entire torrid affair.

if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.

if comfort is a construct, i don't believe in good luck.

i move through the world with a broken heart.

they killed cassandra first, 'cause she feared the worst.

don't want money, just someone who wants my company.

say it once again with feeling.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

we here-by conduct the post portem.

what doesn't kill you makes you awake.

they tried to warn you about me.

i'm not a doner, but i'd give you my heart if you wanted.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind.

i feel so high school every time i look at you.

I look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

she wrotе headlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step i'd take.

one bad seed kills the garden.

when the truth comes out, it's quiet.

you see, i was a debutante in another life.

you have a favorite spot on the swing set.

the empathetic hunger descends.

i'm addicted to the 'if only'.

he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers. soon it was over.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

way to go, tiger.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

you said some things that i can't unabsorb, you turned me into an idea of sorts.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

he was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time.

i don't think you've changed much.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

they set my life in flames.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i loved you the way that you were.

you're a just ruler covered in mud, you look ridiculous.

i'm there most of the year, 'cause i hate it here.

you saw my bones out with somebody new who seemed like he would've bullied you in school.

how did it end? i can't pretend like i understand.

this place made me feel worthless.

i wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.

quick, quick. tell me something awful.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

Buried down deep

out of your reach the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness.

splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

old habits die screaming.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

in my fantasies, i rise about it.

forgive me, [name], please know that i tried.

if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet. will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?

behind her back, her best mates laughed.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more, and i can't watch it happen.

she's the albatross, she is here to destroy you.

i'll tell you one thing, honey. i can tell when somebody still wants me.

were you makin' fun of me?

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.

does it feel alright to now know me?

excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

life was always easier on you.

tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be.

it wasn't a fair fight.

if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father.

are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

all that time you were throwin' punches, i was buildin' somethin'.

one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.

i'm hearing voices like a madman.

you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

but i can't forget the way you made me heal.

they nicknamed her 'the bolter'.

wise men once said 'wild winds are death to the candle'.

now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

i'm gonna get you back.

push the reset button, we're becomin' something new.

i'm watchin' american pie with you on a saturday night.

i'm an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #rp prompts #rp sentences #rp starters #rp memes #rp lyrics #rp lyric starters #taylor swift lyrics #ttpd: the anthology #memes #prompts #lyric sentence starters #mymemes.#*

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mikerickson · 1 year ago

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Lifting my self-imposed embargo because I'm weird and don't like posting on social media when I'm on vacation.

I'm at a point in my life where I can financially justify at least one international vacation a year and figured I'd finally cross off the Great White North from the bucket list. I'd never been and Andrew hadn't been back in a very long time despite having dual citizenship. Anyways, just got back, and a bullet-point breakdown of the highlights is after the cut:

I wish every international flight was under two hours; EWR to YQB was almost comically fast.

Had my first French conversation with the very nice lady at the car rental counter for about ten minutes. She complemented my pronunciation and grammar, and wished me luck on the trip. Every French interaction after this point was a linguistic battle for my life that I lost (Toutes les Québecois parlent trop vite pour moi).

We had some time to kill before the hotel check-in so we went to a mall in the suburbs just so we'd have a food court with some options. Turns out shopping malls are not only alive and well but fucking thriving in Canada. I haven't seen a mall that packed with people outside of December since the nineties.

Quebec City was very dense with old architecture which made it feel very European. It was also apparently built on a fucking cliff with streets at 60 degree inclines, which also felt very European.

Took a tour of the Quebec Parliament building (beautiful structure), and apparently they used to be bicameral, but voted to abolish their Senate in the 60's and they were the last Canadian province to do so. What a concept.

It's one thing to know on paper that Canada has about 1/8th of the population of the US, but I was not prepared for just how empty the countryside felt. For someone like me, living in the northeast my whole life, the idea that cities in close proximity to each other not having continuous stretches of suburbs and other smaller cities connecting them was completely foreign.

On the highways I kept thinking I was speeding because I'd look down at the dashboard and see the number "100", but 100 km/h is only like 62 mph, which is nothing.

Similarly, I kept getting sticker shock every time I spent money, and kept having to remind myself that $1 CAD was like $0.73 USD while we were there.

It was really cool to see that the complex for the 1976 Montreal Olympics is still maintained and actively used (we stumbled upon a skateboarding competition and I did not feel cool enough to be in that crowd). Sometimes you hear horror stories about Olympic villages bankrupting cities and falling into disuse afterwards, but that's definitely not the case here.

Montreal is apparently known for their local bagel culture, but their bagels have enormous holes in the middle of them, so you have less cross-sectional area for spreads and they don't really work for sandwiches. My faith in NJ/NY bagel superiority remains intact.

Every city we went to had dedicated bike lane infrastructure and young families with kids, but Montreal definitely had the most of both. Tons of parks, too. Simultaneously felt like a larger and smaller city than I was expecting.

Poutine is okay, but I wasn't prepared for the cheese to squeak when you bite into it. Very odd sensation.

The main Parliament building for the federal government in Ottawa (Centre Block) is stunning, but closed; apparently it's been under renovation since 2019 and isn't expected to be reopened until 2032! In the meantime, we took a tour of where the lower House of Commons is currently meeting. We learned that their electoral districts are routinely re-drafted by a non-partisan committee and that they occasionally add new seats to the legislature to account for changes in population. I had to seethe jealously in silence for the rest of the tour.

Also toured their Supreme Court building (way more Art Deco than I was expecting). We learned that there's currently a vacancy because a Justice recently retired because they're required to step down when they turn 75. I had to seethe jealously in silence for the rest of the tour.

Every single city had automatic/self-serve parking garages where you didn't have to interact with a human (which I was very thankful for), but in Ottawa they have this little jingle that the machine sings at you when you take your ticket, which I found very amusing.

On the drive to Toronto we took a quick detour into the Thousand Islands (yes, like the salad dressing) and visited Boldt Castle, which is technically in New York state. After seeing it in practice, the idea of living on your own private island is more appealing than ever.

Toronto feels like an exercise in what happens when a nation's largest city is allowed to grow without being hemmed in by ridiculous geography. As someone who grew up in NYC, this is another concept foreign to me. The GPS did get very tripped up navigating a particularly gnarly interchange however.

Toured the Ontario Legislative Assembly (yet another beautiful building). At this point we were really good at asking tour guides stuff like, "so if happens, do you guys have a plan?" To which they would reply, "well, no, but let's just hope that never happens!"

I now understand why the Great Lakes are effectively freshwater inland seas; you really cannot see the other shore, and Lake Ontario isn't even the biggest one!

YYC to EWR was under an hour. That's definitely going to spoil me for future trips going forward.

#life #travel #Canada

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sweetspring13 · 6 months ago

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Back to KC

Stepping off the plane, Taylor felt a rush of happiness as she breathed in the warm, humid air of Kansas City. After spending a month in the UK, this summer warmth was a welcome change. She rubbed her nose absentmindedly as she walked down the stairs of the plane, stretching her legs, savoring the feeling of movement after the long flight.

She was reaching the bottom of the stairs but stopped in her tracks pressing her hand against the underside of her nose, pinching roughly as her breath caught in her chest “Hhih'tchiiew!! Snfl..” she sniffled sharply and rubbed her nose on her knuckles again as she finally made her way down the stairs.

Taylor made her way inside the airport, she kept sniffling and rubbing her nose and she could feel the beginning of congestion settling in. Ugh, why did it still tickle so much? She sighed, scrunching up her nose and rubbing a little harder. "Snff... sniff..." She noticed her eyes were starting to itch too, and she sighed, a bit annoyed, realizing her allergies must be acting up.

As she waited for immigration paperwork to be done, her nose continued to run, and she had to rummage through her bag for a tissue. She blew her nose, noticing how congested she sounded. "Ugh, great," she muttered to herself. "Hh...hhih...hehhtchiew!!! Snf.. sniff!” The sound echoed in the spacious terminal, blending with the distant hum of conversations and announcements.

"Bless you," her security guard said, his voice calm and professional.

"Thadks," Taylor replied, her voice thick with congestion. She handed over her papers, the official barely glancing at her before stamping them. She finally moved towards the exit, where the humid air hit her once more.

"Ugh," Taylor whimpered, pulling her crumpled tissue from her pocket and blowing vigorously into it. When she was done, she didn't throw the tissue away; but instead continued rubbing intensely at her nostrils, scrunching up her face in an expression of cranky annoyance. "Fuck, I'm all itchy," she whined, before her hand stilled, pinching her pink nose in the tissue, and her bloodshot eyes closed to slits. "Huhh...hht chshh! Ah...ahh...tchhiew! Snfl...”

The ride to Travis's house was uncomfortable. Taylor sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting against the cool glass of the window. Her nose was stuffed up, her voice nasal and congested. She couldn't stop sniffling. "Sngff, snff..." The city streets blurred past, but she could only focus on the persistent itch in her nose and the tingling in her eyes.

“Hey guys,” She looked up to her driver and her security guard. "Cad we stob at a pharmacy? I ndeed sobe allergy bedicine."

"Of course, Miss Taylor," he replied, directing the driver to the nearest pharmacy.

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Finally arriving at Travis's house, she stepped out of the car, feeling the familiar warmth of home. Travis was waiting at the door, his broad smile lighting up the moment he saw her. The sight of him made her heart flutter, momentarily distracting her from her discomfort.

"Hey, you!" he exclaimed as she got closer “come here, girl” pulling her into a warm embrace. She felt the strength and warmth of his body against hers. This is what coming home feels like. Their kiss was soft, but she had to break apart to sniffle, she looked up at him, a big smile on her face while rubbing her itchy nose with her knuckles. "Snff... I missed you," she said, giving him a peck on the lips and leaning back to look at him once more.

"I missed you too," Travis replied, his eyes sparkling. “So fucking much” He then attacked her neck and cheek with kisses, making her squeal as his lips tickled her skin. His breath was warm, and the sensation of his stubble against her neck made her giggle.

"Stop, it tickles!" she laughed, giving a liquid sniffle and coughing a few times to catch her breath as he finally let her go. Travis grabbed her luggage, and as he was closing the door, he heard her sneeze again. “Hhuh...'chhishew!! Snfl,”

"Bless you," he said, coming closer to hug her again. His embrace was tight and comforting, his scent familiar and soothing. "I have something to show you that my mom brought over the other day."

He led her to the couch, holding her hand. The living room was cozy, filled with the soft glow of evening light filtering through the windows. As they entered, Taylor dropped his hand and turned away pinching her pink nose as her eyes fell helplessly shut. “Aahh...aahishhhew!! Hhut'chheww!!! Ugh... snfl..” She sighed stuffily and mumbled, "Egxcuse mbe... snff," while rubbing her nose, feeling the rawness from constant irritation.

Travis came closer, one hand rubbing her shoulder and the other fixing her hair behind her ear. "You getting a cold, baby?" he asked, his voice gentle.

She shook her head, still rubbing her nose. "Doe, this is just how Kansas City decided to welcobe be back."

Travis chuckled, his laugh a soft rumble. "I can't believe you're allergic to my hometown," he joked. "Maybe your nose is just too snobbish for the Chiefs´ land."

Taylor rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Ha ha, very fuddy," while swallowing back a smirk. Despite the discomfort, she felt a warmth spreading through her chest. Being with her boyfriend made everything better.

They smiled at each other and leaned into another kiss. As they kissed, Taylor had to back up to sniffle and rub her nose. "Sngff... snff..." She leaned into him again, only to back away two seconds later as she sucked in an involuntarily deep breath. “Aah'tchxshh!!! Sniff!”

Travis laughed a little and said, "Bless you," leaning in to kiss her again. He heard her stuffy sniffles and asked, "You good, babe?" whispering close to her, his breath warm against her cheek.

Taylor sniffled once more and mumbled a sweet "Huh huh," while leaning into his lips again. Things got heated, their kisses deepening as they moved upstairs to the bedroom. Taylor stopped a few times to sneeze, but they continued, eager to be together.

In the bedroom, the atmosphere shifted, becoming more charged. The room was dimly lit, shadows playing on the walls. Travis pulled her close, whispering, "You're so beautiful, Tay." His hands were warm and firm on her back, pulling her into his embrace.

Taylor sniffled, wiping her nose in the back of her hand. "I've mbissed you so buch,"

"Come here," he said, pulling her closer, his hands exploring her back and waist. Taylor kept sniffling and wiping her nose, but she didn't want to stop. "Sndff... snnff..."

“Uhhh...hh...hhet'tchshh!!” She sneezed again, her breath hitching as he kissed her neck.

"It´s been too fucking long," Travis murmured against her lips, kissing her deeply. Taylor felt a rush of desire and they continued to kiss, their hands moving over each other with increasing urgency. --

They lay in bed, the soft sheets cool against their skin. Taylor's nose was red and irritated, "Sngff... snff..." She lay her head on Travis's chest, rubbing her itchy nose in circular motions with the palm of her hand, trying to scratch the persistent itch. "Uh, huhh...uht'chiiew!! Hehh...heISHshiih!!!" She let out two congested sneezes, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Travis chuckled softly, his chest vibrating under her head. "Bless you, baby," he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss into her irritated nose. "Poor nose," he murmured, making her scrunch up and wriggle her pink nose immediately in response to the feather-light touch. Travis smiled at her girlfriend´s kittenish behavior and then leaned down pressing more kisses on her face.

Taylor gave a liquid sniffle and mumbled a breathy, "Wait..." as she pushed him back, turning her face away and lifting her other hand to cover a third sneeze. "Hh...hhih...hehhtchiew!!!”

"Bless you, bless you, bless you," Travis said pressing his lips onto her hair.

"Sorry," she mumbled quietly, her hand still covering her nose. She sniffled back congestedly. "Sngff..."

"Do you need a tissue?" Travis asked, his voice full of concern.

Embarrassed, Taylor nodded. "Yes, please."

He brought a box of tissues from the bathroom and handed her a couple. She blew her nose congestedly, the sound harsh in the quiet room. She then wiped her nose, sniffling once more. "Snnnrff..."

Travis sat next to her and pulled her close once more. "You okay?"

Taylor was still rubbing her nose behind her tissues, “I´b fide, snff” wiping the crumpled tissues roughly back and forth against the underside of her damp pink nose, “by dose is just so, snnf… snnfff.. itchy."

"Do you want me to go buy you some meds?" Travis asked, his hand gentle on her back.

"I already had sobe before getting here," she replied, sneezing again. “EhhISH'sheww!!”

"I've never seen you so bothered by your allergies," he said, his concern deepening.

"I doe," Taylor sniffled. "I usually dod't get like this. It bust be all the traveling," she paused, feeling her breath hitch again. "Or the changing temperatures, or the... Hheh...hhheh...hht'CHSHsht!!! Ohhh... snfl…” The blonde girl sneezed breathlessly into the damp tissue she held to her runny nose, groaning and making a whiny sound while burying her face in Travis's chest as he rubbed her back lovingly.

“I´m sure the meds will start working in a bit” he looked down at his girlfriend, hating to see her so miserable. “Maybe you should take a hot shower, that´ll make you feel better”

“Yeah, I´ll go id a bit” Taylor paused to blow her nose again, and Travis waited patiently while the wet sound slowly cleared from his girlfriend’s stuffy head. “Huh, that’s better,” Taylor sighed cuddling up to Travis’ side. “When do we habe to leave?”

“We have to be there at nine, I think” he said, raising his wrist to look at his clock. He felt Taylor tense up, sucking in a sharp, quavering gasp of air, clearly gearing up for another congested sneeze. She hitched and huffed over another sneeze still swirling around helplessly in the back of her head, blinking blearily as her pink nose glistened with allergic snot. She looked, somehow, completely adorable and completely pathetic at the same time.

But the sneeze that had welled up suddenly inside her died away again just as her lungs filled with air, a desperately uncomfortable look settling onto her face in its place. "Oh..." Taylor groaned, pressing a finger under her running nose and rubbing hard while she laid back in his chest “Snfl... sorry, I thought I w-was goig… huhh… t-tohh... snfl...hh-hhuhh...” Allergic tears ran down her cheeks as she sniffled and wiped her nose, pinching it firmly between her fingers and massaging it lightly up and down as the ticklish feeling came back full force, making her squeezed helplessly shut in submission to her itchy nose. “Hhuh...hh... Uhh'ehhtchOOoo!!! snfl..”

"God bless you!" he exclaimed, smiling at her.

"Thagks," she sniffled, wiping her nose on a fresh tissue. "So, who's godda be at there tonight?"

Travis started explaining, "Well, it's at Jeff's place, so definitely him and his girlfriend, maybe a few other..."

"Hehhh…hetchshh! Sniff" Taylor interrupted with a sneeze.

“I think th-”; "Heh-tchiiew!!"; “Britt told m-“; “hhuh...aahISHshhew!!!”

Travis laughed and jokingly asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Taylor sniffled and wiped her nose, blushing a little. "Sorry, I thidk I´b done dow, snnff" She grabbed a fresh tissue and blew her nose vigorously, until the wet sound finally subsided, if only for a moment.

Travis chuckled, kissing her head. "I´m just teasing, love. Anyway, I think it´ll just be Jeff and Katie, Pat and Britt and the rest of the team with their partners”

“Souds great!” Taylor sniffled stuffily. "Maybe I should go take a shower. Sngff..."

She slipped out from under her boyfriend and spent a long time soaking in a hot, steamy shower, breathing deeply and trying to clear her sinuses. And it did make her feel more like herself.

She got out of the bathroom and crouched down in front of her suitcase, rolling her eyes as she felt her nose starting to run and tickle again. She kept rubbing it, trying to stave off the sneezes. She stood up to start getting ready, but her breath began to hitch.

Travis walked back into the room and watched her standing in the middle of the bedroom, one hand raised in front of her face, her nose red and her expression one of anticipation. “Uhh...snnfl...hh-hhuhh...” The tickle danced lightly behind her nose and eyes, making her head fall back in anticipation. She dropped her hands for a moment, still holding the tissue, briefly revealing her glistening pink nostrils on the brink of another allergic sneeze. They widened irritably in time with her hitching breath, leaking twin trails of watery snot down the channel of her upper lip as her teary eyes fought to stay open just a crack. But suddenly her shoulders dropped and she opened her eyes, breathing woozily with a cranky expression on her face and she let out a disappointed huff. “Ugh… snnf… it wedt away” She mumbled, furiously attacking her cute nose with the heel of her palm. “Ehhh...hehhh...huhhIHSHOOoo!!! Hht'ghSHIuuh!!”

"There it is!" Travis said, smiling. "Bless you, baby."

“Trav… sniff!… cad we close the…huhhhh…the wihdow? Huh-tchhh! Ahh, ahhh…achhiiew! Sniff..” Taylor’s shoulders snapped like a whip, doubling her over with one ferocious, shuddering sneeze after another. “Oh, shit, of course” Travis jumped up and closed the window while Taylor pulled a few more tissues from the box, rubbing and blowing her irritated little nose as hard as she could. He hadn't realized they were open and probably making her allergies worse. “Thadks,” Taylor sighed, sounding exhausted though they still had a long night ahead of them. She sat down at the little desk in his bedroom and blew her nose for the millionth time, as she prepared to get ready.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face pale and her eyes slightly red from the constant rubbing. She began applying foundation, but her nose tickled, making her stop suddenly. “UhhTCHshiiew!!” The sneeze made her drop the bottle, the colored cream dripping onto her desk. She sighed and tried to clean it up a bit before continuing.

She moved on to her blush, but now her nose was running again, and she tried to sniffle, but it was no use. Her eyes watered as a deep itch welled up in the back of her head. She grabbed a tissue, and tried to wipe her nose as softly as she could, to avoid smearing off the foundation she had just applied, but it was a fruitless effort between her drippy nose and the allergic tears. She sighed and went to fix it. As she looked back up at herself in the mirror, she realized she felt awful. Her nose was all stuffed up and constantly runny. Despite all the foundation she was putting on, her nose was still pink, and she looked sick. She couldn't stop sneezing and blowing her nose. She felt gross. And truly did not to be at a party sneezing her head off in front of everybody. On top of that, between the jetlag and the allergy pills she was starting to feel drowsy.

She sighed defeatedly. She didn´t want to disappoint Travis, but she truly couldn´t find it in herself to go to this party. So she went to the closet room where he was getting dressed. As she crossed the doorway, she sneezed two more times. "Uhhh...uhtchOOoo!!! Hiih'hishhiew!!" She groaned tiredly, leaning against the doorframe.

"Bless you," Travis said, looking at her with concern. "You okay?"

"By allergies are killing mbe, baby” She looked at him with a guilt filled expression “I jusd.. snnf.. I dod't feel great... Is it… snnf! Is id okay if I jusd stay here todight?" she asked, looking up at him with tired, watery eyes.

"Of course, baby," Travis said, getting up and wrapping her in a hug. His arms were strong and comforting, his chest warm against her cheek. "We don´t need to go"

"I´b so sorry… I jusd-"

"You don’t need to apologize about anything, T. I don´t want you to go anywhere if you are not feeling great. The whole point of this was to just have some fun" Travis smiled sweetly while he rubbed his arms down her shoulders.

“You doe you.. snff… you dod´t have to stay right? I´ll jusd take sobe bore meds ahd jusd go t-to.. huhh” Travis chuckled wryly and handed his woozy girlfriend a fresh tissue, which the blonde-haired girl grabbed hastily, raising it to her stuffy pink nose, already flaring wide as a fresh trickle of clear snot dribbled lazily from their depths. “Ishhxk!! Ishhiew!! Iiih, iishhew!!! Snfl…” Taylor sighed miserably as she wiped her nose.

“Bless you, baby. And I'm not going anywhere, so just forget it.” He told her while guiding her back into the bedroom “I´ve missed you so much these past weeks it´s going to take a whole lot more than a few sneezes to keep me away from you” he told her sweetly, with his big, charming smile as he helped her climb back under the covers and then tug them back up again so she was tucked snugly into bed.

“There, you stay here and pick a movie, I´ll go get us some take out and we can just stay here” Trav told her gently, threading her fingers through her girlfriend’s soft blonde hair.

“Thadk you, baby” Taylor smiled gratefully at him. She looked into his eyes, a gentle smile on her lips and the little twinkle in her eyes that he loved so much. Her small hand moving to his chest, pulling him closer “It´s so nice to be back home”

#snz #snzfic #snzario #snz scenario #snzblr #allergyfic #mywriting #sickfic

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mushbeast · 6 months ago

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Your art is unbelievably stunning and has a CHOKEHOLD on me!!!!! I just wanted to tell you that and that your work is endlessly inspiring. Is it cool if I ask what company/manufacturer you get your stickers/prints ordered from? Or do you print them yourself? Thank you :) <3

yes that is totally fine! for stickers i use jukebox since they have a location based in canada & i love the quality of their eco-friendly stickers + sticker sheets. for holographic/glitter effect stickers i use stickerapp but try to only buy during sales events since the USD to CAD conversion is disgusting atm. i print all of my prints myself! i have an epson ET-8500 printer & buy my paper from red river :~) i do love epson's velvet paper, but it's really expensive unless it's on sale!

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wcmi-22 · 6 months ago

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After Lady Bristlebrush’s letter.

By Allison Blossom

The Mad Hatter known as Reginald Theophilus the third was many things. He was crazy, he was passionate and right now he was just plain out frustrated!

With the upcoming season for Matrimonial seeking in Wonderland, the poor hatter thought maybe this time he would have a chance. Yet, ever since the new Lady Bristlebrush columns started coming out, no one could be away from the light of her paper and even were at risk of scandal. Now including him!

As Ears finally entered into his home after receiving a much worrisome message on the telephone, he sees his dismal friend pacing back and forth from one part of his house to another, raving like the mad man he is.

“Can you believe this Ears?!”He shouted.

“Can I believe what, Reg?” Ears asked.

“ Cause I just can’t believe!” He said.

“Can’t believe what, Reg?” Ears asks his manic friend again.

“ UGH I JUST DON’T BELIVE IT I SAY!I WON’T BELIVE IT! I CAN’T BELIVE IT! I SHAN’T BELIEVE IT!” Reginald raved!

“CAN’T BELIVE WHAT????!!!!” EARS shouted stopping Reginald’s pacing and ranting.

“The Lady Bristlebrush column, Ears!” Reginald explained handing the scandalous paper to his friend“ And you need not shout, old boy.”

Ears sighed and gave a look that read “ugh ridiculous!” But then proceeded to read the column.

As Ears read the column he laughed a bit for a spell or two.

“She really has good taste and really let Maui have it!” Ears commented.

“Read on!” Reginald said as he sulked dramatically on his couch.

As Ears read on, to his surprise he saw his own friend in the paper. He read on and almost giggled but contained himself for Reginald’s sake.

“Wow she really ripped you one, didn’t she Reggie!” Ears chortled

“It’s not funny Ears!” Reginald stated and pouting like a little baby hatter.

“It’s kind of funny Reg and honestly she seems to be putting you in your place!“ Ears commented. “And well written too! Especially when she says and I quote:

“Of course if he wishes to find such wife material he will have to put on a suit of armor for his dismal disposition known as “husband material!” For Mr. Theophilus has shown great strides in pursuing but, catching and keeping is not one of his strong suits as seen with many of these women.”

“UGH” Reg says putting a pillow over his face.

“Come on Reg! It’s not that big a deal!” Ears tried to sooth. Little did his friend know that in the back of the March Hare’s mind he secretly laughed. “You deserved it!”

“Not a big deal! I have been trying to court Alice for months with no luck mind you! And just when I’m getting closer! BAM Bristlebrush! Now she’ll see me as nothing more than a a….”

“A callus Rake.” Ears said smoothly.

“I was going to say silly cad but yeah that too!”

“Reg, it’s just a gossip column!”

“A very mean on!”

“But a truthful one at that!” Ears scolded.

“Ouch Ears!” Reg said.

“Well someone had to say it! And besides Alice has said a lot of worse things than Bristlebrush has to you!”

“But I’ve changed Ears, really!”

“We’ll prove it to Lady Bristlebrush!”

“How though?” Reg asked.

“Well for starters, maybe not through a tantrum like a toddler whenever you don’t get your way! Then there is your manners you need to brush up on including with women, you can Quit with the pick up lines, try to have a formal conversation….”

As Ears listed more ways Reginald could improve more, Reg sighed a pouted.

“And another thing, no more stalking Alice!”

“What!” Reginald exclaimed “ but I can’t stop stalking my cricket! What if she needs me or what if she does something interesting!”

“ I mean it Reg, no more stalking!“

Ears said.

At that moment both Ears and Reg looked at each other as if they were dueling at high noon.

“Fine no stalking!”

“Now, get yourself ready!” Ears gestured.

“The presentation is tonight and you know how the queen feels about late comers!”

“Fine but I’m not wearing the cummerbund! I am a modern man after all and refuse societies ideas of fashion!” Reginald explained proudly.

“Fine, fine just get dressed!” Ears said.

After they have gotten themselves ready, they headed out the door for the presentation of the Season was at hand! And maybe even romance for the Hatter after all!

#when curiosity met insanity #wcmi #reginald theophilus the third #alice in wonderland #alice and reginald

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forensicated · 11 months ago

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Smiffina Episodes - Episode 403

Smithy and Lewis are called to a break in where they find an assaulted male. As they move to check him over, they are ambushed and assaulted by the attackers. Lewis almost catches one of them but he receives a kick straight to the chest and falls down again. They return to the assaulted male to check him over and Smithy pulls a screwed up piece of paper from the mans mouth - it states that he is likely to be "Leo Cross" and that he's been accused of being a paedophile.

Zain is drafted in to work the case and Smithy explains the victim is an NHS worker who called the police 2 days previously as he was being harassed by two teens who were trying to get money out of him. Gina drops in as she's passing to see if everything is alright "Yeah, 2nd day back and it's already like I've never been away." He smiles. "... I meant have you got enough bodies?" Smithy smirks and explains that they've had some leads and then that he's going to check in on Morris later. Gina warns him not to hold his hand too long and has an unusual way of ending the conversation... 🤣

Later Smithy calls into the kebab shop where he got Morris a job - only Morris didn't turn up. As returns to Lewis to update him, Morris comes limping along the street. Smithy asks him what's wrong and Morris tells him that he fell - but Smithy doesn't believe him. He confesses there was a group of children on his estate that were smashing up a phone box. He intervened and then they started abusing and jostling him and then when they pushed him over they ran off. "And as usual there was never a copper around when you need one!" Smithy playfully rolls his eyes and hands him his old mobile phone, telling him to call his daughter who he hasn't spoken to since he went to prison. Morris refuses , telling him he doesn't know what he'd say to her and Smithy says if he doesn't ring her then he (Smithy) will and tells him the phone is a way that they can stay in touch themselves. Morris starts to tell him something but he stops before covering.

"I'll get a bad name standing out here talking to coppers."

Later, Lewis runs to find Smithy to tell him that there's been a call to CAD as "Morris is smashing up the kebab shop." "I don't believe this!" Smithy sighs, grabbing his stuff and heading out to the car with Lewis. When they get there the owner is upset and ranting in Greek, there's salad all over the floor and the shop is in a real mess but Morris has been able to slip out the back way and is long gone. Lewis tells him that the boss told him that Morris had a phone call with his daughter and... well, it didn't go well, and he locked himself in the toilet afterwards with a bottle of whiskey and he wants to press charges. "Course he does... how the hell am I going to talk him out of that?!" Smithy sighs.

Smithy and Lewis go to Morris' house, but he's nowhere to be seen. Lewis asks if he'd do something serious but Smithy assures him he's not worried about him harming someone... but then a call comes over the radio matching Morris' description and describing someone acting erratically under work-way on the Thames. Smithy tells Lewis to stay away and get back up but subtly so as not to spook Morris. He slowly approaches him, gently trying to find out what has happened to upset him so much.

Morris is in bits, telling him that his daughter has moved to New Zealand with her children 2 years ago. He didn't even know he was a grandad. He's had enough of being outside and says that he might as well have 'con' tattooed on his forehead and that he wants to go back inside prison.

Smithy sighs, telling him he's spent the last half hour talking to his boss getting him not to throw the book at him. "Please, Dale!" Morris begs. Smithy sighs and quietly adds. "I suppose I could get him to change his mind again." He reluctantly arrests him, adding "Are you happy now?" Morris is obviously made up. "Yeah!"

Gina tells him she's sorry about Morris and he just shakes his head, saying that in the nick Morris knew his place, everything was familiar and he felt safe. "And that's the important thing." he adds. "Knowing where you belong." As he walks off, Gina calls him back, winking affectionately at him and he grins at her before walking off.

#dale smith #alex walkinshaw #smithy #gina gold #roberta taylor #smiffina #smiffinalong #episode 403 #aml ameen #lewis hardy #morris leatherhead #bill treacher #the bill

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❝ oh, i see, you think you’re cute. ❞

“Oh, I happen to think I’m goddamn adorable”, he holds for a moment then flashes his file sharpened fangs in an ostentatious smile. Tossing his head back, Severen slaps a firm hand on his leg with a raucous laugh, unconcernedly drawing attention to himself with his boisterous behavior. Joyfully, the despicable cad leans over the table and swipes a finger through the whipped cream piled on top of her “Return of the Sun-Daed”, the gummy hand sticking out of the crumbled brownie beginning to droop as the ice cream beneath it softened. “You let me order for ya, you get what you get”. He shrugs and licks his finger, the sweetened milk fat both delectable and revolting. The flavors separate on his tongue, overwhelming his sensitive taste buds and making him shudder, although it is clear he regrets nothing. As the waitress walks by she gives the pair a tired, but genuine smile, eyes reflexively glancing to the steaming mug in front of Severen, noticing it is still full. He reaches for a couple packets of sugar, going through the motions of preparing the cup for consumption, regardless that it is all for show. Using the wooden stick to stir the bitter smelling brew— clearly made of cheap beans, and poorly roasted at that— he nods to Juliet’s dessert. “Go on, don’t let it go’ta waste”. He still has a jovial look about him, but it is clear he would take offense at her not indulging as he would; not that he didn’t have plans to satisfy his particular tastes a little later, maybe even in this very spot. He sticks the stirrer into his mouth, face wrinkling. Grinding his teeth against the wood in a now familiar habit, Severen drums his fingers on the well worn tabletop, gaze drifting past Juliet to the fellow patrons amongst them. Behind his eyes he is imagining the visceral slaughter, opening up every innocent occupant, though he knows it would be difficult in present company. Perhaps a little challenge would make it interesting.

Their waitress begins to pass by the table again, rag in hand to wipe down a now unoccupied table. Smoothly, Severen leans out of the booth, and catches her wrist with an outstretched hand. She immediately stills, looking at where he has touched her, then meets his eyes with surprise. It might have been the lighting, but her cheeks seemed to bear a soft flush. “Pardon me Dottie, but did I overhear you’re plannin’ on throwin’ those donuts out?” Her startlement increases as she unconsciously glances back to where she had held that conversation with the cook behind the counter, clearly perplexed how he could have heard the discussion at this distance. “Why, they’re from this mornin’ sugar, stale already, no sense in keepin’ ‘em”, she nervously chuckles, absently tucking a curl that had managed to escape her bun back behind her ear. “I can’t see good food go to waste, why don’t you let me buy’em off you an’ you leave ‘em with me”. If she wasn’t rosy-cheeked before she is now. “Sir, you don’t want them things, I’d be happy to get you some pie”, she gives him a small smile, “free of charge”. Severen sits back and pulls the stirrer out of his mouth, “I’m much obliged, but I insist”. From an inner pocket he pulled out a roll of money held together with an elastic band. Sliding the band off he unfolded several bills, then sidled out a fifty dollar bill, slapping it on the tabletop and ferreting away the rest of his cash. “Just those donuts, in a bag please”. Tilting his head up to her, Dottie couldn’t hide the open shock on her face, completely taken aback by the untoward generosity. “Alright”, she sighed, meeting his dimpled grin with her own attempt, though she was still reeling at the thought of this stranger giving her so much money for some measly, dry donuts. Severen observes her path to the back, grabbing a paper bag and loading it up. He puts the stick back in his mouth, devious merriment written clear on his visage. “Very cute”.

He thought Dottie would agree, right up until he tore her throat open and consumed every drop of her life. “You eatin’ you’re ice cream or what?”

#✘ ic.#chainsawcutiie #(I feel like this is more Bill in The Traveler than Severen but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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