The Hobbit : Making Of Thorin’s Map And Bilbo’s Portrait.

Courting, traditions, and all that silliness it entails

@danashehab has been fundraising since may and is just over €15,000 away from their goal l. as stated in the screenshot people are starting to believe the rafah crossing will open so it’s important to make sure everyone has the funds in case they are allowed to evacuate.

thee shehab family consists of dana (13), sahar (14), mona (9), malak (5), yehya (1.5), fahed, (38), reem (32), and grandmother mona (60). they have been shadowbanned and deleted a few times. you can also find this family at @monashehab

EDIT AUG 24:

The family has had to raise their goal to cover their extended family’s evacuation fees since they are unable to make a new GFM.

The new goal is €85,000.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Sahar and Her Family to Evacuate Gaza, organized by Ahmed Shamia

My name is Sahar Shehab. I am 14 years old from Gaza . I ask you for urgent h… Ahmed Shamia needs your support for Help Sahar and Her Famil

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the best part of experiencing november 5th 2020 was watching tumblr attempt to describe what it was like to experience november 5th 2020

HELLO HI YES I AM CURRENTLY GOING INSANE OVER THE NYCC SW BOOKS PANEL BECAUSE LOOK AT PRETTY JEDI ARMOR

THE IMPLICATIONS THAT THE JEDI TEMPLE GUARD ARMOR ARE SOME OF THE LAST LIVING STYLISTIC REMNANTS OF THE HIGH REPUBLIC. THE (fully my assumptions ahead) POSSIBILITY THAT THE ARMOR IS PASSED DOWN FROM THE ERA OF FIGHTING AGAINST THE SITH. I WILL BE CHEWING ON THE WALLS UNTIL WE GET CONTEXT AND BACKSTORY FOR THIS.

merch photo shoot is going normal

Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie behind the scenes of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. <3

 “hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

“uhh yes please  the meal would be great”

A few months ago I started playing rdr2 and one night I sat bolt upright at 3 am thinking about Arthur Morgan, took 15 minutes to write this, and went back to sleep. Yes I’m pretty sure I was possessed

Anyway it’s a poem about a cowboy and his dead lover:

It’s been a long time since I saw you last

Since you drew breath, smelled the grass and the dust and the dirt

Since I laid next to you on the ground and watched you doze off in the heat of the afternoon

And it had been even longer since we walked through fields of gold together in Autumn,

Since we held each other and whispered amongst ourselves what was, what will be, and what can be

And it’s been a while since I’ve thought of you last

It’s been a while

But now I think of you often

I think of you when I eat, and when I sleep,

And when I cup my hands and drink from a waterfall

And when my arrow pierces the hide of a deer,

I think of you as I hear it dying

I hear you everywhere

I hear you in the trees, and in the breeze

I hear you in the quiet laughter of the people I still care about

I hear you in the chirping of the birds at dawn and the trilling of the crickets at dusk

I hear you in the cold, howling wind of midwinter

I hear you when I sing softly to myself

Sometimes I see you, too

I can picture you posing on the cliff as the sun sets and you stare off into the distance meaningfully

As I reach out and touch the place you used to sleep,

The sheets thrown off because it gets warm very early in the Spring

And I see you on your horse,

And I see you in the stream

And I see you in every good deed

And I see you in every tear shed

And I see you in the clouds that drift by, careless of the fact that you are gone,

And I see you,

And I see you,

And I can still see you

And I see you in the unfathomable blue of the summer sky

And the nothingness of the stars at night

And I see you next to me when I close my eyes

But never when I open them.

I’m fucking hungry and you all are going to suffer for it