Hello , I Hope You're Doing Well..

Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

I don't currently have money but I'll be sure to share

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader)

"Damien..?" You questioned, gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. A tall man wearing a black suit, his raven black hair messily swept to the side to cover half of his face, his entire body was a pale shade of grey, flickers of red and blue surrounding him while he grasped Damien's cane. The man cracked his neck as his gaze met yours, you stood frozen in place while he walked over to you, his cane tapping in sync to the sound of his footsteps. You wondered if this had been the same man you married all those years ago. Your questions were soon answered when your ears were met with a dark, distorted chuckle. His voice was much deeper than Damien's had been that's for sure.. "No, my darling. Damien was naive, trusting, innocent.. and vulnerable. No more, no longer shall I fall prey to such games again, no longer shall I abide by HIS rules..No longer shall I play HIS games. I am Darkiplier. I'll be everything Damien could and couldn't be..So you might as well just say I'm your husband my sweet, because I still am, just better~" Damien Dark says, his cold lips gently meeting your hand, a small smile forming on his lips while his deep dark, cold, dead, eyes gazed into yours.

(This was made for @dontspilltheteaplease and I might make a part 2)

To all Palestine supporters 🙏

We still need less than €383 to reach our short term goal of €18,000‼️

Your donations are important for our survival

Please help me reach our goal as soon as possible 🙏

We appreciate your help ❤️🙏

I can reblog your posts and such, but I don't have any money to donate

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 3- Breath of fresh air

You quickly turned around, breathing heavily. 

There was nobody there. You sighed shakily. Turning back to the sink you splashed some water on your face. Everything had gone awry since you arrived at this place. You looked out the window; the rain had stopped by now, it'd be perfect to go for a walk. You walked over to the front door. You opened the door and stepped out into the street. 

The sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. You took a deep breath and started to take a walk. You felt a sense of peace wash over you as you enjoyed the fresh air and the warmth of the sun. You walked for a few hours till you came across a massive sign for one of your favorite juice places. 

You and Mark used to come to this place a lot before you moved out of state. You looked at the poster in front of the door. It read "ONLY FOR TODAY, ALL SMALL DRINKS ON US!" in big bold letters. You decided to go inside. 

You just stared in terror at seeing how crowded it was. You'd probably be in here for hours before you could even reach the counter! After what felt like an eternity, you got to the counter and ordered a drink. Once it was handed to you, you started making your way to the exit until somebody bumped into you. 

Your drink had spilled onto your shirt. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry!" The person who bumped into you said as they handed you some napkins. You looked up at them. It was a man. He was tall. He had black hair that was neatly slicked back, and he wore a black suit with a rose pinned to it. 

Something about his eyes though unnerved you. You just couldn't put your finger on it. He was quite attractive though. "It's uh, fine." You said, wiping your shirt with the napkins he'd given you. 

"Here, you may have my drink. I hope you like pomegranate though, it's the flavour I got." He said sheepishly, handing you his drink. You smiled at him. The 2 of you walked out of the crowded store and sat on a nearby bench. 

You took about six sips of the drink before placing it down for a moment. You turned your head to him. 

"Sorry, I never caught your name. What was it?" You asked. 

"Oh, how rude of me. My apologies. My name is Damien. It's wonderful to make your acquaintance." He said, flashing you a bright smile.

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 2- Overactive imagination

You awoke with a start on the floor, your hand was bleeding. Your head was hurting. You looked around you, there was no shadow & the mirror was completely untouched. You just sat there, very confused. You eventually got up and made your way down the stairs, looking for Mark.

Still a bit disoriented you bumped into somebody, causing them to drop whatever they were holding onto the ground. Before you stood a 19 year boy desperately checking his camera for any scratches.

“Oh my god I am so sorry!” You quickly picked up the rest of his things. One of them stood out to you. A strange black book with a hard felt-like cover lined with silver accents. The letters were faded. The boy quickly took it from your hands and put it back in his bag. “Thank you.” He mumbled quietly, his eyes didn’t meet yours. You looked at his appearance.

He had dark hair, part of which was dyed a vibrant red. It reminded you of Marks in 2014. “I like your hair. So, are you working on the set?” You asked him, he just nodded. “Mhm, camera crew.” He replied, fiddling with the strap of his bag. “You look young, how old are you?” You asked him. “19, I was just doing this for some experience and exposure but I’m being paid anyway.” The boy's head was still down.

“What happened to your hand?” He asked, lifting his head up a bit. “My hand? Oh, uh I cut it on some glass..” You replied, staring at your scarred palm.

Mark approached the 2 of you. “Is your hand alright?” He asked, also looking at the scar. You shrugged. You looked back at where the boy was, but he was gone. “Where’d the apprentice camera guy you hired go?” You asked, looking at Mark.  “Oh, Good question. Probably with the rest of the camera crew. If he’s not with them, I’ll go find him, we’re about to start filming.” Mark walked off. Suddenly the ringing noise filled your ears again. Your surroundings changed into a black void. The shadow approached.

This time you could make out some features. The shadow grabbed onto your hand. It had sharp black claw-like nails.

They dug into your skin. You didn’t even have a moment to shriek before it disappeared once again. This time it screamed in anguish. You blinked. You were back in the living room of the mansion again as if nothing had happened.

 You frowned when you saw Mark and Amy laughing together by a window. You walked over to the kitchen. 

You could feel a strong burning sensation on your wrist. You looked down and found a strange marking on your wrist. It reminded you of those symbols you’d seen on the gate earlier. 

“Did you see him too?” A voice from behind asked, putting their hand on your shoulder.

I'm gay

Just looked at a blog where the header description said 'sometimes I reblog posts I like so I don't forget them'.

And I feel like that, right there, explains so much about how the site has changed in the last few months.

People now think reblogging is an unusual behaviour, rather than a default.

Tumblr newbies, please, for the love of baby Jesus, reblog the posts you like. That is the whole reason the site exists - for you to collect all your shiny fandom objects in a single space. Which you can organize to your heart's content. Or not organize at all, if that's your jam.

Our blogs are intended to be collections of posts, not collections of likes.