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[shgark]

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Damian x reader? But u can totally ignore this if u want🧡

Damian and reader are best friends, they go to the same school, and she (or they) is very clingy. And one day she gets a really bad headache during school and sort of begins rubbing and resting her head against his shoulder for comfort. She sort of half expects him to push or ask her to get off but he surprisingly doesn't. He's like super worried for her bc she can hardly pay attention and is really sluggish idk

Have a nice day! 🧡

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You and Damian had been best friends for as long as you could remember, ever since that fateful day he transferred into your school. Despite his rough edges and serious demeanor, you’d always found a way to break through his stoic exterior, much to the confusion of everyone around you. It wasn’t uncommon to see you clinging to Damian’s arm between classes, chatting away while he listened with a slight smile or an exasperated sigh.

Today, though, something felt off.

Your head had been pounding since the morning, and by the time lunch rolled around, it was almost unbearable. You barely managed to make it to the cafeteria, your usually energetic self reduced to sluggish movements and a throbbing headache that seemed to grow worse with every step.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked, his voice tinged with concern as he noticed your unusually slow pace.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, trying to wave off his worry. But even you could tell that your attempt at reassurance was half-hearted at best.

Damian’s eyes narrowed, clearly not convinced. He walked beside you, watching as you winced at the bright lights and the noise of the bustling cafeteria. When you finally sat down, you immediately rested your head against the cool surface of the table, hoping it would provide some relief.

“Y/N,” Damian’s voice was soft but insistent. “You don’t look fine.”

You lifted your head slightly to look at him, your vision blurring for a moment. “It’s just a headache. I’ll be okay.”

But as the lunch period went on, it became clear that you weren’t okay. The headache only worsened, and soon you found yourself leaning against Damian for support. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes in an attempt to block out the overwhelming stimuli around you.

Damian stiffened at the sudden contact, his body going rigid as you pressed against him. You half expected him to gently push you away, maybe make a sarcastic comment about you being overly clingy as usual. But to your surprise, he didn’t.

Instead, Damian wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he turned his attention fully to you. “You should go to the nurse,” he whispered, his voice laced with worry.

You shook your head weakly, not wanting to move from your spot. “Just let me stay like this for a bit,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Damian’s expression softened, and he nodded, letting you rest against him without protest. His usual cool demeanor seemed to melt away as he watched you, his eyes filled with concern.

As the minutes passed, Damian gently rubbed your arm, a small, comforting gesture that helped ease some of the tension in your body. He kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were as comfortable as possible despite the situation.

“Y/N,” he said quietly after a while, “If you’re not feeling better soon, I’m taking you to the nurse.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue, simply nodding in agreement. You were grateful for his presence, the steady warmth of his body against yours providing a sense of comfort amidst the pain.

For the rest of the lunch period, Damian stayed by your side, his protective nature shining through as he made sure you had everything you needed. When the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, he helped you gather your things and walked with you to your next class.

“You should go home and rest,” Damian insisted as you reached the classroom. “I’ll tell the teacher you’re not feeling well.”

You looked up at him, touched by his concern. “Thank you, Damian,” you murmured, managing a small smile despite the pain.

He gave you a rare, genuine smile in return, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “You don’t need to thank me. I just want you to feel better.”

And with that, Damian led you to the nurse’s office, his hand never leaving yours as he made sure you were taken care of. Despite his usual aloofness, it was clear that when it came to you, Damian was willing to drop his guard and show just how much he cared.

[itboytrends]

Daniils Dmitrijevs photographed by Aldrin Del Carmen for DAMAN Magazine.

Daniils Dmitrijevs photographed by Aldrin Del Carmen for DAMAN Magazine.

[leothil]

Uploading the video in higher quality (though tumblr's compression still comes through). Everyone say thank you Ryan!

Behind the scenes of Ryan Guzman for DaMan magazine oct/nov 2024

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Walton Goggins (2018) for DAMAN Magazine (x)

[buddiebeginz]

Ryan Guzman DA MAN Magazine 2024

[wentian]

LYNEY & LYNETTE 🪄🎩

[canonicallyobserving911]

DAMAN Magazine: OS 2018 and RG 2024

So... I wanted to see the 11 photos of OS and RG side by side and voilà... here they are.

📸 by DAMAN magazine

Oliver Stark 2018 Ryan Guzman 2024

[fidjiefidjie]

Tea Time ! 🫖🍵😉

Source: RawNews1st

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

Oh I LOVE all these new Ryan pics from his DaMan magazine article.

[girlactionfigure]

In 1942, Belgium was experiencing its second year of brutal occupation by the Nazis. Jeanne Daman was a teacher in Brussels and a Catholic, who had never met a Jewish person in her young life. She was surrounded, however, by the example of nuns in convents across Belgium who were actively hiding as many Jewish children as possible.

When Jewish children were no longer allowed to attend public kindergartens, Jeanne accepted a position as head mistress of Nos Petits, a private school for Jewish students, numbering about 325 children. Every school day, however, two dramatic changes were noted: some children simply disappeared as their families were rounded up for deportation, while others were instantly orphaned when their parents were arrested during school hours. Imagine how unbelievable and terrifying this must have seemed to their young teacher!

It became clear that desperate efforts were needed to save the children. Jeanne became part of a network which placed Jewish mothers in Belgian homes as maids and also placed orphaned children in private homes. As the children were so young, they could not be sent alone, and Jeanne traveled all over Belgium accompanying them to new homes.

Eventually, she assumed a false identity and became a social worker for a German welfare organization, Secours d'Hiver. In this role she was able to carry out illegal operations and even to transport arms.

By the end of the war, she had worked clandestinelv with two underground organizations, the Mouvement Royal Belge and the Armee Belge des Partisans.

When the war ended, she helped young Jewish children to be reunited with their families before moving to the US in 1946. In 1971, Jeanne was recognized as Righteous Among the Nations and in 1980 was awarded the Entr'aide Medal under the patronage of the King of Belgium. One might wonder where Jeanne found the bravery for her intrepid deeds. Her simple explanation - she had been taught the difference between "right and wrong".

This story appears in The Little Book of Heroes on Amazon.

Grandchildren of Holocaust Survivors

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Chad White by Aldrin Del Carmen for Daman Magazine

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Grape harvest in the valley of Koh Daman, Afghanistan

Afghani vintage postcard

[mspaintbladie]

so Blade's en va got a cat

[buddiebeginz]

Ryan Guzman DA MAN Magazine 2024

[baeshijima]

modern au where u and the stellaron hunters play games like lethal company and blade somehow ends up being ur saviour from the spiders (wacks the shit out of them with the shovel no balls man of steel fr fr), will act as bait just so u can escape even if it means sacrificing himself his character (one time when u and him were leaving the site, kafka and sw already on their way to the ship, two mannequins popped out from nowhere and, like the absolute man he is, he told u to leave first while he keeps them in place; he managed to get out alive and u almost cried), if he finds out you died then he will go back in like a champ to get ur body even if the power generator has been taken out and its like 8pm, and if he ends up being the last person alive and is on the ship then ur body will be the first he tries to find and teleport back (kafka teases u in the dead chat while sw grumbles abt favouritism and how she definitely would have survived if it wasnt for the flashlight running out of battery)

idk man gamer blade 😔