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[alamoudi-ghazi]

🎄It's Christmas, it's the right time to give 🎄🎁

This Christmas, as the world gathers in warmth and celebration, my family and I are holding on to hope amidst the hardships of war. We’ve lost our home and the security we once knew, but we haven’t lost faith in the kindness of others.

I’ve started a campaign to help my family rebuild and find some peace in this season of giving. Your support—a donation, or even sharing our story—could bring warmth to our nights, food to our table, and hope to our hearts.

🌟 How You Can Help:

Donate here GoFundMe

Share our story with your community.

This season, your kindness could be the miracle we’ve been waiting for. Thank you for being a source of light in our darkest days. Wishing you a Christmas filled with love, joy, and compassion.

3,692€/70,000€

I am 5% of my long-term goal

Support my campaign, please!

⚠️ Urgent Appeal: Help Us Reach Safety ❗

Dear friends,

At the time of writing this, my family and I have raised €3,636 out of the €70,000 needed to evacuate from Gaza to safety. While we are incredibly grateful for the generosity shown so far, we are still far from our goal and running critically low on funds.

This is a desperate time for us, and we cannot do this alone. I am humbly asking for your help—whether by donating or sharing my story with your network. Every contribution, no matter how small, and every share bring us closer to safety.

Here is the link to my campaign

Your kindness and support mean the world to me and my family. Thank you for standing with us in these difficult times.

With gratitude, Ghazi Al Amoudi

I kindly invite all of you to support my campaign by donating if you’re able, or by sharing it to help spread the word. Your share might reach someone who can make a big difference. Every bit of support counts and brings hope closer. Thank you for standing with me. 💙

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[hercrusadesheep]

“The sun is his strength and smile”

Lord Apollo god of light,music,arts,poetry,healing,illness and other aspects bless us with your presence and grace

[thedeadpoetsraven]

Out of my ignorance, I called you a homeland and I forgot homelands are taken away.

— Mahmoud Darwish

[kullerindendogan]

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[princesagelo]

[endlessnightskyshoutsback]

i had a dream that tumblr rebranded to make the website called "tumplr."

[deafeningladyruins]

A Christmas Surprise

The abandoned carnival, usually a place of eerie silence and haunting memories, had transformed into a winter wonderland. Art the Clown had spent weeks preparing for this moment, determined to give her a Christmas she would never forget. He wanted to show her that beneath his eerie exterior, he could be tender and caring. It all began one crisp evening when she returned from a walk to find the carnival unusually quiet. The entrance, usually marked by rusting gates, now glowed with a string of twinkling lights. She followed the path illuminated by the lights, her curiosity growing with each step. As she rounded the corner, her breath caught in her throat.

Before her stood a sight that seemed straight out of a dream. The dilapidated rides and booths were adorned with garlands, wreaths, and ornaments. Strings of colorful lights crisscrossed above, casting a warm, festive glow over everything. Snow, either real or an illusion Art had conjured, blanketed the ground, adding a magical touch to the scene.

"Art?" she called out softly, her voice trembling with awe and emotion.

From behind a large, decorated Christmas tree, Art the Clown emerged, dressed in a Santa Claus suit. His ever-present smile now filled with pride and anticipation. He held out his hand, and she took it without hesitation, letting him lead her deeper into the transformed carnival. He had set up a cozy area with a makeshift fireplace, crackling with faux flames that provided both warmth and light. There was a small table laid out with a festive feast—roasted vegetables, steaming bowls of soup, and a perfectly cooked roast. Art gestured for her to sit, his eyes twinkling with delight.

As they enjoyed their meal, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the effort and love Art had poured into this surprise. "Art, this is incredible. How did you manage all of this?"

Art's silent response was a gentle squeeze of her hand and a warm smile. After dinner, he led her to a small stage, where a phonograph stood ready with an old record. He placed the needle carefully, and soon, the air was filled with the soft, melodic strains of a Christmas waltz.

Art extended his hand once more, inviting her to dance. She accepted, and they began to waltz under the twinkling lights, their movements graceful and synchronized. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the music and each other.

"You're full of surprises," she whispered, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

Art's eyes softened as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss. The moment was perfect, a blend of romance and magic that seemed to freeze time itself. As the song came to an end, Art took her hand and led her to a small clearing where a sprig of mistletoe hung from the highest branch of a bare tree. He pointed up, drawing her attention to the delicate green plant. She looked up and then back at him, a smile playing on her lips.

"Mistletoe?" she asked with a playful glint in her eyes. "How traditional of you."

Art's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the electricity of their connection. The kiss deepened, a silent testament to their love that transcended words. Afterward, Art led her to a cozy tent adorned with soft blankets and pillows, creating a sanctuary of comfort and warmth. Inside, the tent was warm and inviting, with more twinkling lights casting a gentle glow. Art had prepared everything to make her feel cherished and loved.

She climbed into the bed he had arranged, feeling the soft, comforting embrace of the blankets. "Art, will you stay with me tonight?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be alone."

Art nodded, his smile gentle and reassuring. He lay down beside her, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. As they cuddled together, the warmth of their bodies and the soft glow of the lights created a cocoon of safety and love.

Art rested his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. For the first time in his twisted existence, he felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. She stroked his hair gently, her touch soothing and tender.

"Thank you, Art," she murmured, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. "This is the best Christmas I've ever had."

As the night wore on, they lay entwined in each other's embrace, finding solace and comfort in their shared love. In their hidden sanctuary, amidst the remnants of a forgotten carnival, they had found a place where their hearts could be free—a place where even the darkest souls could find light and love.

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I’m back, I apologise there were a lot of stuff going on but I made it, hope you guys enjoy this little story.

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[fake-elizabeth-bennet]

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Lizzy: Mr. Darcy, if you are the trophy at the end of the race, I would run backwards. Thank you.

[comicaster0id]

Study Sesh

Fm; Ethan landry x reader

This is my first smut story that i have posted so please no hate! Also was not proofread.

2044 words

Summery: Chad was out for the night so Ethan thought it would be the perfect time to have a study date with you, without having Chad interrupting. You on the other hand had other ideas for the night.

Warnings: SMUT

It was a little past 9pm and your eyes were getting tired of reading the same paragraph over and over again. You were sitting crossed legged on the carpet in the room, while you boyfriend, ethan was sitting on his bed. You looked up to see that he was highlighting a sentence in his book. You were getting tired of studying. You thought a study date met that there would be cuddle breaks or something, but no. its been 2 hours since you guys started and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Hey babe?” you said breaking the silence looking up at ethan who was looking at his book, not even taking a glance up at you.

“Hm?” ethan said picking up one of his pens to write something in his notebook. 

“Can we take a break or something? My eyes are getting tired.” You were putting the book that you were studying down. You just wanted some time with ethan. 

“You can babe, but i need to finish this essay.” ethan said still not looking at you. You were getting a little annoyed. You just wanted your boyfriend to at least look at you. Ethan was sitting on the edge of the bed by the night stand. You got up from your spot on the floor and walked over to ethan. Ethan noticed that you moving over to him and before he could say something you sat on his lap straddling him. 

“Hi baby!” you said smiling running you fingers through ethan’s hair. Ethan slowly put his hands around your waist so he could hold you better. You removed your hands from his hair and placed them on his face, cupping his cheeks pulling his face to kiss you. The kiss was soft and gentle. You pulled away and ethan tried following you. Its so funny how he can get distracted so easily. 

“Hello my love.” Ethan said softly, still holding onto your waist. He looked up to you and smiled his gorgeous smile. You wanted to just sit and admire ethan but you also had more in mind. “Are you okay?” he asked placing soft kisses on your neck. 

“No. im not okay!” you said crossing your arms in front of your chest. Ethan stopped kissing your neck and let go of your waist moved and his hands towards yours and brought your arms down and held your hands in his. 

“Did i do something to upset you?” he asked, he sounded a little worried. You didn't mean to make him scared but you where just very annoyed that you guys didn't once take a break in the past 2 hours. Instead of answering him you hid your face in the crook of his neck, to embarrassed to answer. 

“Baby?” ethan asked stroking your hair. You wanted to tell him that you were upset but then he would just say sorry and cuddle, but you wanted more. You wanted him. You lifted your head and looked at him in the eyes, his beautiful eyes. 

“Im upset because in past 2 hours we have studied non stop and im tired of it. I thought a study date ment there would be breaks with cuddles or something.” you said looking down. You knew communication was key and thats what you did. He looked at you for a couple seconds. “Im sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt. I know you were busy.”

“Aww babe, you should have told me that when were started. I didn’t mean to be so focused on my work, i should have paid attention to your needs as well.” ethan said cupping your face and rubbing his thumb in small circles on your cheek too. You melted into his soft touch. Ethan removed his hands away from you face and asked, “so what do you want to do?” 

Instead of saying anything, you grabbed ethan by the shirt and kissed him. He was in shock for a moment but then kissed you back and soon his hands where exploring your body. He stood up and your legs wrapped around his waist tighter as his were holding your waist. He turned around and laid you on his bed. He sucks and nibbles on your lips, earning a sound that he has grown familiar with to fall out of your mouth and into his. 

Your hands weaved into his curls as you kept him close. Ehtan’s hand begins to wander down your body, and up under your shirt, brushing his fingers against your skin making you shiver. 

All you guys have done in your relationship was made out, slight, simple touches, but nothing else. And as you feel him growing hard against your hip you break away from mouth to say, “i want to do more.” Ethans chest is heaving from the slight loss of breath.

“Really?” he asks, licking the bottom of your lip. You nod, bring him back up for a kiss. Ethan begins to grin against your mouth as his hand grazes up your back, grabbing the clasp of your bra. He takes a moment, to which you slightly giggle at against his lips.

Ethan shuts you up with another kiss as he finally gets the clasp to break free. He tosses your bra somewhere in his room, as he continues to suck your bottom lip. The kiss is growing sloppier and harder, as ethan wraps his hand around one of your breasts, making you arch your back slightly off the bed. 

He rubs his thumb over your nipple experimentally earning your body to shiver against his. He takes it as a good sign and continues to roll your nipple between his fingers, earning small whimpers to fall from your lips. 

Once he grew familiar with the action and the way your body responded, he quickly became an expert, leaning back to kiss you, seeing he could very well multitask now. You moaned against his lips as he massaged you tit, liking the feel of it in his hand.

You break away, pushing him slightly off, to which he furrows his brows, his eyes glazed over with lust. But you just raise your shirt over your head, leaving your bare breast exposed. Ethan’s breath picks up as he stares at you tits, admiring them in his mind. You’re serious about wanted to do more. 

You quickly reach to pull his shirt over his head, as you lean to kiss his collarbone, once the top was tossed aside ethan’s frozen as he feels your mouth wander across his body. The feel of your wet mouth makes his mind spin. 

He glances down at you, a smile edging at his lips. You looked so pretty. Ethan can’t help himself and swiftly pushes you back down on the bed, making you gasp at the quick action. He kisses you hard, littering more across your cheek, jaw and neck, sucking and licking eagerly. 

The more sounds left your mouth, the more ethan grew confident as his actions became bolder. He unbuttoned your jeans, swifty sinking his hands into your panites, making you grab his shoulder and hair. You bit your lip softly as Ethan finds your soaking pussy. His eyes gleam at the feel of how wet you are. 

At first he begins to just spread you arousal around, feeling your entirety as you slightly squirm under him. Ethan goes back to your neck, most likely leaving hickeys that you would have to cover up tomorrow. 

You try to shift positions, wanting to touch him, but Ethan holds you down, continuing to stroke your pussy, rubbing over your clit. He watches you closely as he quickens his finger. 

“Ethan-oh god.” Your eyes flutter as he picks up the right pattern to swirl across your clit.

You’re soon bucking into his hand as pleasure blinds most of your gaze. “Can I..” Ethan breathes, pecking your slightly open mouth. “Can i finger you?” His question comes off so innocent, contradicting his actual words. 

You gulp, nodding. That was the only way you could answer him in this state. But then you shake your head, making Ethans brows furrow. “I..I want to touch you.” You mange to say through the pleasure. 

But in response Ethan just slowly pushes one finger in, making you bite your hand at this feeling. “Please i just want to hear you.” Ethan slightly begs. You bring your hand away to clench around the sheets. Ethan smiles “can i add a second?” He breathes, rock hard against your hip, as he refrains from grinding into you. 

Your nod is a ghost of one, as you lie back in bliss. Ethan’s smile widens as he pushes a second finger in, beginning to pump in and out of you. You whimper as Ethan manages to find you g-spot, your louder moan telling that he did. He then quickens his pace, hitting the spot repeatedly.

“Oh god, Ethan…I’m gonna..I’m-” your orgasm wacks through you as you shudder against his fingers. He continues to finger you through your pleasure before pulling out. Your head hits the pillow as your chest rises and falls.

“Shit.” You mutter. Ethan just nods, agreeing. He leans back down to kiss you. You respond, moving your mouth with his. 

Ethan shifts, reaching a spot between your legs. You can feel him pressed against you. You jolt, still slightly sensitive, but at this point not really caring.

You grind up, into him, making his mouth open against yours. You reach down, doing the same thing he did–unbuttoning his pants, and sinking your hands past his boxers. His hips shudder into your pussy as you carefully wrap your hands around his cock.

He’s breathing harshly over you, as you run your thumb over his pre-cum making his eyelids flutter. You try and switch positions again, but Ethan presses further into you. 

“No, no, don't. I want to stay on top.” Ethan says looking at you in the eyes. Your breathing quickens at his confession, just as he kisses you again. You soon break away, pulling your hand out of his pants, making him slightly whine at the lose of contact. You quickly spit in your hand before reaching in to wrap you hand around his cock. At the wet feeling Ethan moans into your neck as you begin to slowly stroke up and down. He tries to muffle his noises in your neck but with your other hand, you grab his hair, titling his head up, so you can hear him.

“I like hearing you too.” you say, as you quicken your pace, rubbing him up and down repeatedly. Ethan’s mouth hangs open as you continue to give him a handjob. Soon he’s jolting his hips and orgasming. 

“Fuck.” He whispers against your cheek. You grin, both your chests heaving against each other.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask and Ethan almost feels shameful at the fact he had bought some, wanting to do this just as much as you. His pink cheeks give you your answer. He leans over to his nightstand amd opens the drawer, reaching in and pulling out one condom from the box. He places one over his cock, after he removed his remaining clothes. You had done the same as you pull him in for another kiss. He’s soon at your entrance as you grip his shoulders. 

“You ready?” He whispers against your skin as you mutter a ‘yes’. He pushes in, making sure to go slowly at first. Your quickly clenching around him, making Ethan groan. He pushes further in and in, as you try to relax your walls.

“Thats it.” he praises as he kisses your jaw. Ethan picked up the pace as he listens to your whimpering moans. You both pant into each other's mouths as pleasure wrecks both your bodies. 

“Fucking hell.” you breathe, as Ethan thrust in and out. The feeling of your clashing bodies brings you both closer and closer to your orgasms. Soon, your both shuddering and moaning with pleasure. 

Ethan kisses you hard as he draws out, both your bodies sensitive and hot. Christ, that felt good. Ethan pushes hair away from your forehead. 

“So what were you studying earlier?” He whispers with a large grin on his face. 

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[hercrusadesheep]

The bright shine of the Morningstar and the fallen angel lord Lucifer ave the great king of hell and justice ♔⚖︎

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝑂𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

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[coffeecatsandcoldnights]

I wonder what flowers would bloom over me when I'm six feet under.

[princesagelo]