#girl on hummer

[secondspast12]

Gun girls 07

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Christelle in red in H3

[girlsofgmc]

Tera Patrick

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[laurelroadpoetry]

A day in the city🌊

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If you always wanted a Hummer to take off-road or just look cool on your next road trip like us, but $100,000 pricetag made you sad, you can win it here now:

[autisticmudkip]

What were you doing with your life when you were 19? Maybe you were in college, or you were working full time? Maybe you both studied and worked, or maybe you were an intern somewhere. Or maybe you were just figuring out what you wanted from life!

Mounir Alanqar @amany-sham10 is 19, but he isn't able to do any of these things. Instead, he is recovering from surgery, while suffering from hunger and frigid winter weather. He and his family have been stuck in Ghazzah for over a year, struggling with hunger, exposure, pain, trauma, and fear. Now, they are suffering from the cold of winter in a tent, and struggle to get the food and water they need to survive.

So far, Mounir and his family have only managed to raise €3,479 (just 10% of their goal) despite having been raising funds since August! Donations have slowed down recently, and sometimes Mounir and his family will go for days without a single donation! They can't afford for this to continue. They urgently need support to purchase the food, clothing, and blankets needed to survive this winter.

Mounir and his family deserve to live. I implore you, whatever you can do to support them, please do so! Share and donate, anything you can give helps!

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When I take a familiar I take them for the long term.

[eyedi]

i should have gotten club renaissance tickets so i could mentally shut down right in the middle of thique and fuck up the mood for everyone in a 20 foot radius including beyoncé

[paparoach]

"Malnutrition is everywhere," Hanan Sohb, a mother to a 5 month old son, says. She also adds that mothers like her cannot find food to eat themselves, let alone to help produce milk for their babies."

This is the exact same situation Suad Ahmad, @suad-khaled, (#279) is going through. She has given birth a baby named Khaled and he is 5 months old. He is ill with two viral infections. There is one in his chest and it is difficult for him to breath properly, so he depends on a nebulizer. and needs at least 4 sessions per DAY. Unfortunately, there is limited electricity as the air pollution worsens by the day. And he is starving. Prices for baby formula has sky rocketed. But when Suad does buy it, it is expired! The same thing applies to diapers. Two of them costs $30 to $50 USD! Not a box of them. JUST TWO.

She also needs aid, blankets, clothing, and other essentials for him to be safe and warm for the freezing winter! So let's help Suad reach the short-term goal of 38K! $37,391 has been raised. There is $609 to go!

You can match my friend! She has given $5 USD, but you're more than welcome to give more!

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In the wilderness

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Denisse Gomez

[poisonlove]

The Addams curse³

Pairing: wednesday Addams X reader

A/n: this sucks!

Wednesday walked slowly toward her room, the desire to consult Nathaniel Faulkner's diary fresh in her mind. After the tumultuous ball at Raven'N, the attack on Eugene and her surprising visit from Uncle Fester, she had finally found the answer she was looking for: Hyde. The creature that had harmed her friend Hummer Eugene was indeed a Hyde.

Now she was determined to learn more and stop this threat.

“So... Cara Mia?” a mocking voice echoed behind her filled with an irony that was now all too familiar.

Wednesday stopped abruptly, shutting her eyes tightly to hold back the warmth that threatened to color her cheeks. She couldn't forget the moment they had shared after activating the curse, nor the confession she had made to Y/n in the library the following day. But now she couldn't let those thoughts distract her; Eugene was in the hospital and a revenge plot was to be planned.

She turned, striding decisively toward Y/n, her back straight and the dark heart pulsing wildly at the sight of Y/n’s eyes.

“I already explained it to you the other day,” she replied in her monotone voice, though the tension in the air was palpable.

“I know... but it’s so absurd,” Y/n murmured, her cheeks flushed as her eyes analyzed Wednesday from head to toe. The scent of Y/n had become almost unbearable for Addams; she couldn’t ignore this damn connection.

Wednesday placed a cold, firm hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“It’s not hard to understand that you are the object of my curse,” she whispered, her deep gaze shimmering with dark amusement.

“I know,” Y/n admitted, her voice a breathless whisper full of resignation.

“So... if I were to reject you, would you be doomed to suffer for all eternity?” Y/n asked, her voice trembling, betraying palpable nervousness.

Wednesday nodded, her gaze now intense full of a ferocity that seemed to penetrate Y/n's soul.

“It would be my desire: to live a life of suffering,” she declared with a seriousness that made the air thick and charged.

Y/n wrapped her hands around Wednesday’s waist, a jolt of energy coursing through both of them like lightning. Y/n’s fingers gripped tightly at the goth girl’s hips, pulling her close with a force that made Wednesday’s heart race. She looked up, their eyes locking with intensity.

Her soul bound to Y/n’s by the Addams curse vibrated with a frenzy she had never felt before.

“For your misfortune, I like you,” Y/n whispered, her voice low and seductive as her face moved ever closer to Wednesday’s. Their noses brushed and the goth girl felt a wave of heat wash over her. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, a frantic rhythm speaking of desire and an attraction that was impossible to deny.

“It doesn’t work like that... My soul is bound to yours for eternity,” Wednesday mumbled, her voice trembling as her fingers moved along Y/n’s shoulders, gently gripping her neck. The other hand rests on one of her cheeks, a perfectly manicured black-polished nail scratching the skin.

Every touch felt like a spell, infusing life into every fiber of her being.

In that moment the boundary between them dissolved and Wednesday felt herself swept away by an uncontrollable impulse. The curse was not merely a sentence; it was an obsession, a burning desire to possess Y/n completely. With a decisive move, she leaned in, their lips meeting in a deep and voracious kiss charged with passion and intensity that seemed to border on the obscene.

It was an explosion of sensations: the warmth of their bodies, the intoxicating scent of Y/n enveloping her senses and the weight of the moment felt charged with palpable energy. The kiss was a hymn to life, a gesture of rebellion against the fate that bound them. Y/n’s lips were a fire consuming her, their sweet and salty taste an irresistible mix.

Wednesday felt the outside world fade away in replaced by a sea of overwhelming emotions. Every second of that kiss amplified her obsession, the desire to possess Y/n and to be possessed, to connect completely so that no force in the world could separate them.

When they finally broke apart their breathless gasps filled the air and neither could ignore the echo of the curse that bound them. Wednesday knew that nothing would ever be the same; their story was only beginning and the power of the Addams curse would amplify every moment of that bond, turning their passion into something unbreakable.

“We should do this more often,” Y/n murmured breathlessly, a smile plastered on her lips.

Wednesday gripped Y/n’s uniform collar tightly. “Oh, Cara Mia... we are destined to do this for eternity. We have all the time in the world and there’s nothing more delightful than sinking into the abyss of our obsession.” Her gaze sparkled with restless joy. “But now we need to continue the search,” she added in a calm tone.

She pushed Y/n away from her.

“Okay?” Y/n blurted out in confusion.

Wednesday opened the door to her room and the sight that greeted her was a nightmare: the room was in complete disarray, the table overturned, the beds tossed about and the silence filled the air.

“Things?” Wednesday called, her voice heavy with apprehension.

Her worries quickly turned to panic as she noticed drops of blood on the floor. Tension rose as she hurried toward the source of the tragic red. She stopped abruptly, her heart racing at the sight of Things lying motionless on the floor.

“What the hell happened?” Y/n exclaimed, cautiously approaching Things.

Wednesday crouched down, her face contorted in a mask of worry. “If you die, I’ll resurrect you and kill you again,” she threatened but her voice betrayed a deep concern. She couldn’t imagine a world without Things, her faithful and incredible friend.

Y/n knelt beside Things, her eyes shining with determination. “We have to help him,” she said, placing a hand on Things’ wound. Immediately small electric jolts coursed through Things as Y/n tried to assist him with her abilities. “Please, Things, stay with us,” she implored, her voice filled with anxiety.

Wednesday, while maintaining her facade of icy calm, felt her heart constrict. “You’re an idiot, Things. You can’t let anyone hurt you that easily,” she said, frustration evident in her voice. “You have no idea what we’ll have to face if you don’t survive this.”

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Things moved his fingers slightly but remained still. Y/n let out a breath, her breaths quickening as a relieved smile spread across her face. “Done,” she whispered.

Wednesday wipes away a tear that had fallen down her cheek.

Addams stood up, a mix of relief and fury coursing through her body. “But who dared to do this?” she asked. Things, despite his condition, struggled to rise and with trembling fingers painstakingly signed a message in the air: Hit from behind.

“I swear I’ll kill him,” Wednesday muttered through gritted teeth, fury igniting in her eyes.

[deadsetobsessions]

Headmaster Dumbledore is sure that the ghosts of Hogwarts were hiding something. He’d be the first to admit that he’s nosy when it came to things like these, but he simply doesn’t have the time. Whatever that lingered these halls, he’s sure does not mean Hogwarts any harm. The ghosts would not protect it if it did.

Albus Dumbledore Hummer around a lemon drop as his quill scratched over endless parchment paper.

His wand glowed green for a brief second, an acknowledgement, and settled down into its current owner’s hold.

——

Danny Phantom hadn’t thought the castle he found during the summer months in this universe would be… so full of life. Not when there were ghosts, floating around like the castle were their own home.

Magic.

They were ghosts made of magic.

His core struggled, at first, to survive. Then, it took the magic and thrived.

He floated, invisible amongst the glittering candles beneath the imitated night sky, and watched students file in.

Quite different, from his own entrance.

He had floated into the tower, having felt a hint of resistance that he knew now were the castle wards. The ghosts, what he thought were ghosts before he realized ectoplasmic ghosts existed, stopped dead. Hah.

The shades dancing and whirling and conversing froze as he entered the tower. Life and death, and the beings that walked the line, stopped at the arrival of the One Who is the Line. The boy king wreathed in black and green glanced around.

“Hello. I’m Phantom.”

“The High King,” a ghost whispered. “Our king.”

“He’s an American?” Another one asked, scandalized. Danny, surrounded by those who he recognized as his, cracked the first smile he’s had in a while.

“Who cares? He’s…” The knight sunk to his knees, bowing with his ghostly sword in front of him.

The ghosts bowed. Danny floated in further. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“Of course.”

——

Now… he’s watching the children get Sorted. Weird, for a hat to decide your classmates, but whatever.

Harry Potter’s name is called, and the whispers broke out. He doesn’t know why, but Danny couldn’t ask the ghosts. They barely know the current headmaster, as the dead generally care only for their own times.

Danny decides to visit the lake octopus. Lake squid? Something like that. The mer people beneath the waters liked him, the last time he went. The Sorting is put out of Danny’s mind. He’s dead now, too. The only thing he cares about now is to explore the vast halls of Hogwarts and the occasional visit to the kitchen to steal some food for his living body.

(Thank the Ancients he found a house elf who knew what seasoning was.)

(Sometimes, Danny flew to where his home would have been and gets comfort food at the nearest town. He missed it, but he can’t go back.)

The ghosts know by now to call for Phantom should they need something (“I’m American,” he joked at the ghost. “We’re not big on kings. You can just call me Phantom.”)

——

The third year he’s there, Danny feels the effects of Clockwork’s power. When he investigates, it’s the red headed girl he once saw leaving the library, paper clutched in her hand.

She helped save one of his subjects, so he owes her. Plus, if she’s using Clockwork’s powers, this Hermione has potential.

And… she’s using it to study.

She reminds him of Jazz.

——

A wave of ice crackled and froze the fleeing rat and the feral wolf man.

“What?!” Harry screeched to a stop, eyes wide at the ghost child in front of him.

Danny turned, and landed gently on the ground. Snape snarled at him in suspicion. Danny allowed himself to become living again, black hair and blue eyes and tan skin replacing the white, green, black thing his dead form had.

“Who’re you?” The red-headed boy, Ron?, asked him through gritted teeth.

Danny smiled at them, dimples appearing. “A friend.”

Before the trio and co. could say anything, Danny whips his head around, palm coming up.

“Stop.” He orders. The creeping sense of cold and dread shuttered to a stop. “Go over there,” he said, and the dementors, hovering at the edge of his periphery obeyed. Danny turned back to the mildly terrified and flummoxed group.

“Let’s go. You’re all going to catch a cold, if you don’t move it. Especially you, scrawny and greasy.” He pointed at the godfather and Snape.

——

“Hey, Danny?”

“What, Harry?”

“Why’d you help us? I mean, you said you didn’t want to involve yourself in stuff like that.”

Danny hummed, wisped tail curling up against him as he soaked in the sun’s rays. “Because you reminded me of myself. And in the end, you died.”

“You literally brought me back,” Harry deadpanned, remembering the place between life and death, and how the angry Danny was when he stormed onto that train platform. The King had taken him by the scruff of his shirt collar like a particularly incensed mother cat, and dragged him off away from a puzzled Dumbledore.

“You were being stupid. You’re too young to die.”

“Like you?”

Danny snorted. “Nah. I didn’t have a choice.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I wanted to ask if I can request Lucifer x sick wife reader? I just woke up with a really bad fever, sore throat, and incredibly stuffy nose. Maybe Edna could help Lucifer make soup?

A/n: I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER

"You're burning up!" Pressing the back of his hand to your head, Lucifer frowned sliding out of the bed as he quickly slipped out of the bed stepping away from you. "Stay in bed!"

Coughing into your hand, you fell back against the pillow as your eyes slipped closed. A ragged cough escaping your lips. Everything hurt, your body felt like lead, your throat was raw, you hated this. "What about Edna?"

Quickly pulling the blankets up to your chin, he brushed a strand of your hair away he placed a kiss to the top of your head then stepped away. "I can look after here! Today is all about you and getting you better!"

Before you had a chance to respond, Lucifer darted out of the room then into the kitchen. Nervously biting his nail. He knew he had to do something, he hated seeing you this sick. "You will feel better my love!"

"Daddy!" Rushing over to her father, Edna grasped the leg of his pants.

Scooping his daughter up, Lucifer nuzzled his cheek against his daughters as she let out an excited squeal as she wiggled in his arms. "Daddy stoop!"

Hummer, Lucifer smiled as he adjusted the little girl in his arms. "Want to help me make mommy some soup to help her feel better?"

"Yes!!"

"Marvolus!"

Still holding her, Lucifer grabbed the remaining ingredients then started to get to work allowing her to dump the indigents in the pot and once he was satisfied with the soup being done he ruffled his daughters hair smiling."let's go make mommy feel better."

"Yeah!" Edna clapped her hands together as she then rushed off to the room where you were sleeping.

"B...be careful!"

Doing his best to balance the bowl of soup, Lucifer hummed though his eyes went wide as he sat down on the edge of the bed seeing you sitting up. "Well since you're up...I made you something to eat."

Giving him a weak smile you were about to take the spoon from his hand as Edna snuggled into your side only to see a spoon in front of your face. "Really?"

"Really?" Lucifer hummed giving you a smile. "Now eat up! Me and Edna made it special just for you."

"Well how can I turn that down." Opening your mouth, you sighed taking a bite of the food. Though it might seem silly, you could taste the love. "Thank you."

Leaning forward, Lucifer gave you a smile as he placed a kiss to your head. "You never have to thank me love, just get better."

[khismael]

A feeling weighed down with pain, my little one, when I see the misery in your beautiful eyes 🥺. No shelter to warm your tiny body, as the tent 🎪 is a torment only those who have experienced it can understand. I see you playing with sand, your only toy ❤️‍🩹. The war has left us no choices to make. War 🍉🇵🇸 is cruel, my tired little princess 💔😞.

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