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This is my new account💔

Please don’t forget me 🥹

There are 12 days left for the PayPal campaign .

Tumblr deleted my account, this new account. I hope to BOOST the link🤍🤍

Verified by @el-shab-hussein & OOB 238

Paypal link :

paypal.com

Help Tawfik and his family reach safety

Tawfik was an engineering student with a happy family before the unimaginable happened. The war has destroyed their home and they have been

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Donate to Your help is the only hope to save us from war., organized by Tawfik Satoom

Urgent appeal: Escaping devastation in Gaza - saving a family's hope … Tawfik Satoom needs your support for Your help is the only hope to

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here's a bunch of spongebob titlecards i hoarded

she don’t even want that man. she want me

BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 (PART 2)

SPOILER

(instagram cassmorann)

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

"I am lesbian and transgender. I am a working-class, secular Jewish socialist. So let my first words be these: I stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Arab and Muslim people in this room and around the world in the battle against the real axis of evil: the White House, Pentagon and Justice Department. And with every breath and every sinew, I fight for Palestinian liberation. ... I do not believe that our sexuality, gender expression and bodies can be liberated without making a ferocious mobilization against imperialist war and racism an integral part of our struggle. The degree to which any movement is progressive or revolutionary is measured by its independence from the rulers of the society it seeks to change. ... The U.S. claims that it pumps billions of dollars into the Israeli military each year in order to provide a safe haven for Jewish people. What a vicious lie! El Nakbe, the terrible catastrophe of using terror to slaughter Palestinians and drive millions into a forced Diaspora, was established to create a well-armed colonial outpost for big oil in the Middle East. This reactionary, apartheid crime against the people of Palestine is carried out in the name of all Jewish people in order to pit Jews against Arabs. The key to righting this historic wrong is to fight Zionism and its U.S. master. The Palestinian liberation movement is an anti-colonial movement. And I work to be counted as one of the best fighters for Palestinian liberation." - Leslie Feinberg

One of the best tropes that will never get old:

A younger person and a much older person, who have been through a lot together and see each other as family. Older person views the younger one like their own child, but would never push them into that role out of fear of making them uncomfortable.

Cue younger person introducing someone to the older person by referring to them as their parent- INFRONT OF SAID 'PARENT'. And the older ones' eyes go all sparkly at that moment, but they bite their tongue and act like nothing happened.

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

Butt wiggles

Think this is my favorite piece of art ever rn FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸 (art is by sappherioo on Twitter I will post link in replies!)

I WAS UP FROM MY SEAT

Wicked: Part 1 trailer!

my entire fucking soul leaving my body the moment Cynthia Erivo sings the ending chorus for "Defying Gravity"

PRAISE THE GODS ABOVE

Hi all! Still alive, will be back to writing soon!

Music in Film: Peter Pan (2003) dir. P. J. Hogan original score by James Newton Howard

Peter Pan 2003, dir. P.J. Hogan

an absolutely amazing production. panning contrasts, stunning colours, beautiful costumes, clever sets, fantastic scores and fucking phenonmenal framing & camera movements (also very impressive stunts). I cry from beginning to end every time I watch it (which is not so often lol) just because the whole experience is so visceral & surreal it draws people in whether they want to be or not.

Help for a disabled SE Asian artist fighting leukemia

Please, please read this entire thread

Hi friends, as some of you guys know, my best friend Allanah is in need of mutuaI aid. She is fighting leukemia, and her chemotherapy meds alone is 1,500 pesos PER PILL. She needs to take midostaurin 4 times a day EVERY DAY 😵‍💫

Allanah was mainly the one who was working for her family, and rn she is in need of our help now that she is too sick to work. Her chemo, just her chemo is costing about 120-125 usd A DAY. She needs to be on chemo for TWO YEARS at least.

Please, please please, to anyone here who can help us get Allanah her chemo, anyone with disposable income, anyone in a position to help, please rt this thread, please send anything Allanah's way on her p*yp*l

And this is her ko-fi

Ko-fi

Buy Lanah a Coffee. ko-fi.com/hiw0shi

Become a supporter of Lanah today! ❤️ Ko-fi lets you support the creators you love with no fees on donations.

And this is our gofundme

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Life Saving Treatment for Allanah, organized by Mae Jauregui

Hello Everyone!   I am Mae and my best friend Allanah was officially diagnosed wit… Mae Jauregui needs your support for Life Saving Tre

The mix loaf

(via)

*Sees a new immortal character, squints eyes* Okay what kills you?

Like are you the “doesn’t age” kind of immortal or the “heals all injuries” kind or the “invulnerable” kind or the “can only be killed by one specific weapon” kind or the “personification of a force and thus unkillable” kind?

Kara Zor-El x g!p Kryptonian reader

Warnings/ A/n: Starts sad, because I felt sad and tired this morning, but now I’m better. Really weird moods. But you don’t care about that, do you?

(Gif doesn’t really fit, but closest to what I had in mind.)

“I don’t wanna go.” You sobbed into your mother’s embrace. Gripping tightly onto her tunique.

“You don’t have a choice.” She kissed your forehead, thumb caressing your cheek.

“No.” You shook your head, your voice muffled from being buried against her, your tears staining her dress. “No, I don’t.”

Her heart clenched at your broken tone. She loved you so much. But she knew she had to let you go, no matter how painful it was.

She hugged you tightly, and you both breathed each other’s scent in.

You didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to let go of this warm relaxing place. You wanted to stay here. Forever.

“I love you so much.” She whispered against your ear.

Before injecting you with a syringe, making you sleepy and weak.

You fought with all your will against the slumber. Gripping as tightly as you could to her clothes.

But it was to no use.

You were exhausted. From all the crying or from whatever she put into your system.

She kissed you one last time. And the last thing you saw was her broken smile. Her glistening eyes. Full of love, sadness and longing, but most importantly, hope that you’d survive.

“I love you so much.” She whispered softly, her lips wavering. Kissing you one last time.

Caressing your soft face one last time.

You didn’t even have enough strength to tell her how much you loved her too.

Her warmth lingered on your skin, your eyelids came down. You barely felt the pull as your pod picked up speed.

While everything around you exploded and fell apart. Your home, your planet, your family.

You, you were put to sleep against your will. Heart clenched and hurting. Face dripping from tears and snot.

When you came to, you were wounded. All alone, on an unknown planet. You pulled yourself out of the wreckage, holding your body together. Before falling to your knees. The crashed pod on fire behind you. You could still feel the sadness, remembered when your mother had put you into the machine. You cried. Not because of your injuries, but from the pain of being separated from your mother.

You cried your eyes out, your breathing sounding more like a broken wheeze.

You hit the floor with your fist. Leaned your forehead against the burned grass.

A/n : In my head, R landed on earth during the night, so she wouldn’t have gotten any sun radiation to fuel her powers (yet). But then I found this gif… so… Meh!

How could she…

You shut your eyes close, tears and snot dripping your face.

While you screamed in anger and loss.

Before your body finally collapsed completely against the ground and you fell asleep, exhausted and in pain. Right there and then.

For whoever or whatever would find you.

Maybe you’d be lucky and not see the light of day. Killed and eaten by whatever creatures lived on this planet.

Lucky enough to join the rest of them into Rao’s light.

……

The needle of the syringe wouldn’t pierce your skin. Like it was hitting a hard surface.

“See? She has to be from Krypton.” Insisted Kara.

“Look again, just lower. Do Kryptonians have that?” Said J’onn as he entered the room.

Kara frowned. Then her sister side eyed to the waist.

“Use your X-Ray vision.”

So she did. And her eyes went wide. “Oh Rao! Oh Rao, why did you make me look? Couldn’t you have just told me? Oh my Rao!” She blushed and rambled while Alex simply laughed. As Kara tried to hide her face in her hands.

“So, do Kryptonians have that?”

Kara groaned and shook her head. Finally letting go of her face.

“No… At least… Not that I know of. So maybe?”

“Kara, just don’t get your hopes up, alright?” Sighed Alex.

smash 💀

SUPERMAN

Art by KRISTOPHER MEADOWS

Characters that aren’t done enough:

A scary looking guy with a good sense of humour and a protectiveness for the vulnerable

A curvy girl who loves the way she looks and others love it too

A drug addict who has their life ‘together’

A male love interest who is openly emotional

A stereotypically attractive character who doesn’t know it

A character who has an unrequited love for another character despite being physically and spiritually beautiful in every way

A main character with parents

A 30+ year old main character who isn’t reflecting on life as they whither away and die

A strong female character who is compassionate and emotional and not just rude and sarcastic

A main character who has fears and is reluctant at times because they are scared

A wise character who is not book smart

A supposedly dumb character that is wise

A best friend character who plays an important role in the story

A main character who becomes the villain

The main character who has mental health issues

A character who takes medication

An Asian character who is funny but not arrogant

A male love interest who is shorter and less muscular

A main character with a chronic illness whose story isn’t centred around them being ill

A pregnant main character

An older female character who protects and fights on everyone’s behalf

A shy and socially awkward main character

A gay main character

A character who has PTSD but no one knows why until the end

A black love interest

A disabled love interest

A bald main character whose baldness is not a running joke

Plus sized characters

A character with an eating disorder

A funny character who has a lot of trauma and inner pain

A seductive character who is actually really insecure

A tall female character

A fantasy character who can’t fight very well

A character who has stretch marks

A main character with kids and a job

A main character who worries about normal things like course work and bills too

A happily single character

A character with corn row braids

A multilingual character whose main trait isn’t being multilingual

An intelligent, feminist jock character

A male love interest who has soft interests like baking or knitting

A main character who works in a supermarket

A male character who feels uncomfortable about physical contact

A main character who is not the most powerful

The popular girl who is actually really nice

A wise character who is black and listens to Tupac

A black character who is gentle and soft and loves to garden

A villain who has a crush on the protagonist

A terrifying mythical creature who just wanted to be pet and given treats

An 80 year old main character who goes on an adventure with the mail man, her nurse and her grandson

A villain who became rich but was born in poverty

A main character who loves to eat

A character who drives a really average or kinda crappy car

A character with a phobia of animals who still loves and protects them

An Indian seductress

A character who just wants to pass their finals

A main character who is Muslim

this was always my most favorite romance trope and i LOVE it on them

thinking about lena having this little habit of touching/holding kara’s face and neck and i mean this in a non sexual intimacy way. wordless or not wordless, just easy, firm touches here and there.

like reaching out and cupping kara’s chin, lena brushing her thumb against kara’s bottom lip for a moment before letting kara go after she’s content with touching and looking.

or at a pub with the superfriends and she’s seated next to kara. placing a hand on the nape of kara’s neck, playing with her hair and giving her little scratches when lena spots a stranger in the corner looking at kara in a ‘she’s cute and i want her number’ way. kara thinks lena’s being affectionate as she does this. lena is, but she can be something else at the same time: a little possessive, too.

or in the morning when kara’s trying to get her tie right. lena moves wordlessly, touches kara’s hand. kara stops fumbling. slowly, so slowly, lena raises her hand until it’s on the side of kara’s neck. just light touches there for a moment, before wrapping it around kara’s throat, snug under her jaw, resting there. her thumb stroking kara’s skin, squeezing firm and gentle. kara’s breath hitches, lips parting. lena only smiles, sweetly and fond, before sliding her hand back down and helping her with the tie.

or kara arriving in the tower with some dirt smudged on her face. she’s just come back from a mission and she’s looking at the whiteboard to get updated with details, arms crossed, standing next to lena. lena lowers her tablet and lifts her hand up. she cups the side of kara’s face, causing kara to pause sharply and look at her. thumbing kara’s cheekbone where the smudged dirt is at, her touches are purposeful. when it’s all wiped off, she gives kara a soft kiss on the cheek and—

lets go of her face. they carry on with their tasks like any other day. there’s nothing weird about the way they move together. kara is welcoming and lena likes to touch. that’s just it.

obsessed with the power he holds over straight men

she is a god

ok lol

I did not write this, but I second it

I'm really wondering how does Lena react when she realizes that Kara is smarter than she pretends to be

“Ow! Lena, jeez, stop—”

Lena does not stop.

Kara’s yelped ow is essentially a reflex at this point, more of a dramatic declaration than anything resembling a real indicator of pain. Usually, it’s enough to incite a ceasefire. Not today.

“Quantum what, you said!” Lena is advancing on her with a rolled-up magazine in her hand and fire in her eyes. The furious set of her features wrests Kara backwards, her hands up in surrender. The backs of her knees hit the couch and she floats herself over it on autopilot, still eyeing Lena’s makeshift weapon warily.

The new barrier doesn’t even give the younger woman pause; Lena clambers straight over the back of the couch as she corrals Kara toward the kitchen island.

“You sat there,” Lena growls, eyebrow arched to a lethal height, “and you batted your eyelashes and smiled your innocent, pretty little smile and you said quantum what? As if you haven’t been studying classical mechanics since before you were in diapers!”

“We didn’t have diapers on Krypton— ow! Okay, okay—” She ducks before Lena’s magazine baton can make contact again, darting around to the far side of the kitchen island. If she has to face Lena’s wrath, she’d rather do it with half a tonne of Calacatta marble that would be very expensive to replace as a makeshift buffer.

“I asked you about polyatomic anions and you stared at me like I’d started speaking Japanese!” Lena accuses, eyes narrowing as she brushes a rogue strand of hair back from her flushed face.

“I, uh. I actually speak Japanese.” Kara grimaces, face screwed up as she braces for the inevitable backlash. “Mōshiwakearimasen?”

The sound that breaks free from Lena’s throat is almost a snarl. She advances quicker than humans should be able to, crowding Kara against the stainless steel fridge as she swats at her none too gently with the magazine.

Kara cowers against the cool metal, arms up to shield her face. The blows are about as painful as a gentle breeze on her skin. She knows she could stop this in a heartbeat, knows Lena knows it too, but that’s not the point.

“I’m sorry I lied,” she tries from behind her forearms, one eye cracked open.

She watches Lena pout through the gap created by her crossed wrists. “Do you have any idea how much we could have accomplished if you’d told me the truth?” she admonishes, magazine dropping to hang limply at her side. “How many projects I got stuck on with no sounding board? How much of a difference we could have made if we’d pooled our resources and our intellect? God.”

Lena sighs as the fight seems to drain from her body, leaning her weight heavily into Kara’s. “God,” she huffs again. “You made me explain the EPR Paradox to you like you were a first-grader.”

Kara lets her arms drop from in front of her face, fitting her hands to the soft curve of Lena’s waist instead. Just to steady her, of course. It’s good physics, after all. “Yeah, but can you blame me? You’re so cute when you talk science.”

Lena swats at her again, weaponless this time. It’s light as a caress and her hand stays on Kara’s chest afterwards, fingers curling against her collarbone. “You’re impossible.”

Kara sees exactly how Lena’s softening to her, redoubles her efforts in response. “But I’m right. You get so excited when you explain things, so passionate. It’s beautiful.”

Lena, predictably, flushes a delicious shade of pink. She presses bashful hands to the warmth of her cheeks, ducking her head. Kara chuckles. Gives her waist a gentle squeeze, tracing the outline of her hipbones with her thumbnails.

“And I know you liked it too,” she hums, dropping her own chin to catch Lena’s gaze and hold. “You just admitted it. You thought my smile was pretty.”

“You are pretty,” Lena says softly. Her hands drop from her own face to the base of Kara’s neck, skating up her throat to the hinge of her jaw. Kara’s breath catches in her chest just as Lena’s hands jump up, squishing her cheeks together. “Pretty infuriating.”

“Is that what’s really bothering you?” Kara manages, words misshapen and mumbled between Lena’s squeezing hands. She stretches her jaw when Lena releases her, licking her dry lips. Green eyes track the movement with a tangible hunger.

Kara smirks, nails digging just the slightest bit against Lena’s hips. “Or,” she hums, low and smooth as the richest scotch, “are you just resisting the knowledge that you’re no longer the smartest woman in the room?”

Lena’s mouth drops open. “You really think you’re smarter than me?” she asks, words reverberating through their bodies where they’re pressed together. She leans in close, drags her thumb slow and deliberate over the damp heat of Kara’s bottom lip before she taps her cheek sharply with two fingers, cool and confident and utterly charming. “Oh, sweetheart. Game on.”