𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐁-𝐔-𝐑-𝐍.
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he so cuuttteeee ☹️☹️
Lilia expression sheet >;3
when kids comment on baking recipes ........... bro i might ccry why is this so cute
i watched the new miraculous movie and im mentally in the grounf
who is this DIVA 💜
me
Hello dear🌹
hope that you are well
Please help us,May God bless you 🙏
I'm Etaf from Gaza Palestine
I am a mother of five smart children.
speaking to you with a heavy heart on behalf of my family who urgently need help.
The war has destroyed everything we own.
It destroyed everything my husband and I built for these children.
Now we don't have anything, We do not have the price of rent, or education. We want you to contribute to open a project for my husband, please.
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donate, not hesitate to do so and rest assured that God will reward you because we are in dire need of that. And share the link on social media that would be kind of you. May Allah make you happy all your life dear Thank you. 🙏
I’m so sorry this is happening, I hope you can get to a safe place and wish you well. ❤️
can u name the bloodtype of all characters u like
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hot take(???): the daybreak fandom is SO TOXIC and for no reason 😭 like why are you yelling at dae jung for not healing when you can see he’s in chase or why are you mad at sarah for not being able to hold chase when she’s an UNDETECTABLE GENRUSHER??
To all generous donors.
Thank you all for donations.
In northern Gaza, our lives are almost over I know that some people are tired of hearing us complain a lot, but there is nothing in our power except to publish about our situation for everyone to see.
Here are some pictures of our house and the rooms in which we sleep.
We decide to go to south of Gaza to evacuate when the the crossing open .
Our camping now 1171 Aud
It's 810 USD .
Plz for everyone if u can donate do that I hope u all can do it ❤️
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i’m eating this shit UPPP
THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)
Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.
(Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song Espresso!)
(Everyone is at least 18+)
Pairing: Actor!Scaramouche x Gnidol!Reader
Genre: Enemies to lovers, celeb au, crack, angst if you squint, slow burn
Warnings: Lots of swearing, alcohol, smoking, bullying, kms/kys jokes, crude jokes, any pictures used aren’t meant to represent y/n in any way
Status: Ongoing (June 27 2024)
Taglist: Open lmk to be added
☕️= Written
A/n: Hi!! This is my first smau ever and first post on this account! I’ve been reading them a lot n decided I want to write one myself. This will be around 40 chapters so be prepared for how long it is. If you have any tips lmk as I’m also new to tumblr! :)
Profiles: ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ II ‘Inazuma Entertainment’
Prologue: New celeb has entered the chat!
Act I: I’m working late, cause I’m a singer
01- Espresso , 02- Excuse me? , 03- FBGM , 04- Don’t get too drunk!, 05- Party O’ Clock ☕️ ,
06- Apologies ☕️ , 07- Hell no , 08- Absolutely not , 09- Investigations , 10- New player ,
Act II: Oh he looks so cute, wrapped around my finger
11- Rumors , 12- Opp central , 13- Ik the law baby ☕️ , 14- Redemption arc? , 15- Down the drain ,
16- Scandal , 17- Choose your pokémon! , 18- Feeling lucky ☕️ , 19- TCAS , 20- Shambles ☕️ ,
Act III: My twisted humor, make him laugh so often
21- Jealously jealousy , 22- Two can play at that game , 23- Get him back! , 24- Bittersweet date , 25- Revealed ,
26- Nobody knows ☕️ , 27- IFHY , 28- Ultimatum , 29- 10k hours , 30- It’s whatever ☕️ ,
Act IV: My honey bee, come and get this pollen
31- No regrets , 32- Flashback mary ☕️ , 33- Get up , 34- You ight ☕️ , 35- Not so bad ,
36- Short n’ spicy , 37- Dress to impress , 38- Please please please , 39- Fire? Flames! , 40- 10 things i hate about you ☕️
AND SHES SO VALID FOR THAT
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
//I'm so happy y'all liked the first one ♡
→ Pt.1
→ M.list
Every single agent knows at least basic sign language. Mainly for mission situations where they can't talk.
If you held a gun to neon's head and asked her to solve a math question, she'd tell you to pull the trigger.
Omen has knitted a little sweater for wingman.
Everyone avoids Jett when she's sick. Her sneezes will send you flying.
Same thing for neon but she accidentally electrocutes you 💀
Skye makes wood carvings of her animal friends
Harbour is the type to say "you ladies alright?"
During her childhood, raze took things apart to study how they worked. Clocks, extension cables, etc...
Due to a past mishap, gekko and clove are officially banned from the protocol's kitchen.
Sage texts with perfect grammer and punctuation. She has never missed a full stop or a comma.
Cypher has a box filled with his wedding ring, pictures of his family and familiar children's toys.
Phoenix wears a bonnet to sleep
Clove has a kindle they love reading books and fanfics on.
No one has beaten KJ at rock-paper-scissors. Ever.
Omen doesn't need to need to eat, but joins the agents for lunch anyway to try and bond with them.
Cypher likes spoiling the younger agents
Whenever the agents have a beach day, volleyball is life or death. Cook or get cooked
the neon one is so real 😭😭
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
//I'm so happy y'all liked the first one ♡
→ Pt.1
→ M.list
Every single agent knows at least basic sign language. Mainly for mission situations where they can't talk.
If you held a gun to neon's head and asked her to solve a math question, she'd tell you to pull the trigger.
Omen has knitted a little sweater for wingman.
Everyone avoids Jett when she's sick. Her sneezes will send you flying.
Same thing for neon but she accidentally electrocutes you 💀
Skye makes wood carvings of her animal friends
Harbour is the type to say "you ladies alright?"
During her childhood, raze took things apart to study how they worked. Clocks, extension cables, etc...
Due to a past mishap, gekko and clove are officially banned from the protocol's kitchen.
Sage texts with perfect grammer and punctuation. She has never missed a full stop or a comma.
Cypher has a box filled with his wedding ring, pictures of his family and familiar children's toys.
Phoenix wears a bonnet to sleep
Clove has a kindle they love reading books and fanfics on.
No one has beaten KJ at rock-paper-scissors. Ever.
Omen doesn't need to need to eat, but joins the agents for lunch anyway to try and bond with them.
Cypher likes spoiling the younger agents
Whenever the agents have a beach day, volleyball is life or death. Cook or get cooked
*exciting noises* how do you think of a scenario about morning star!Ithaqua x simp!reader (feel free to skip if it is not in your liking) (´,,•ω•,,)♡
Anything for You - Night Watch (Morningstar) x Reader
A/N: Is it even possible not to simp for Morningstar? I could be biased, but that skin is one of the coolest limiteds. Sorry that this ended up being so short, and if Helel is a little OOC.
“What is it about me that makes you so devoted?” Helel asked you one day. He had a teasing lilt to his voice that masked his genuine curiosity.
You smiled a bit bashfully and broke your gaze from him. “You couldn’t have known it at the time, but…you saved me,” you said quietly. “I was an indentured servant at the time of the rebellion. Things got out of hand one day, and…well, my boss died in an accident caused by one of your followers. That was the happiest day of my life.”
Helel was taken aback from your honesty. He hadn’t expected you to open up like that. But now that he knew your story, your behavior towards him made more sense. Something akin to pride welled up in his chest. “Is that all?” he murmured, half to himself.
“Do you really want to know?” you asked.
“Enlighten me.”
In a bold move, you took his hands into your own. How tiny yours seemed, even though his were average-sized. Perhaps it was the claws that gave the illusion of them appearing bigger.
“Aside from you saving me, you’re just…beautiful,” you said, face reddening a bit and then contorting with regret. “Ah, that was foolish of me to say. You’ve never taken off your mask completely, so how would I know…”
Helel’s pale red lips curled into a smile. It occurred to him how much more praises you would sing for him if he took it off…no, what was he thinking?! Your foolish devotion was nice, yet you shouldn’t be so captivating to him. “So if I’m understanding correctly,” he said slowly, “you’d do anything for me?”
“Yes, my king,” you replied immediately.
“You would jump off a bridge if I told you to?”
“If it made you amused, yes.”
The king was perplexed now. “I don’t understand you. Your former life was all about following orders, yet you’re re-living it by being under my rule…”
You smiled. “There’s a difference. It was my choice to follow you. I didn’t have a choice before,” you explained.
Helel still didn’t really understand. But it was at that moment that he realized you were still holding his hands. Instead of pulling them away, he surprised you by holding yours. “You do realize that I could turn out to be just as awful, right?” he asked.
“Perhaps. But I believe you wouldn’t do anything drastic,” you said bravely. “You don’t seem like that kind of person.”
The room was quiet for a while as Helel processed your words. Once he did, he started laughing. Was it at your naivety? Or that you were probably right? He was a dangerous man, but certainly not as cruel as his brother.
“A-Are you okay, my king?” you fretted. Only now did you feel some semblance of embarrassment at your words.
Helel’s laughter died down and he looked at you with a wide smile. “You are truly something,” he said, a little breathless. He lifted your hands towards his face and kissed the tops of them very lightly. “Aren’t I lucky to have someone like you…”
It was your turn to be confused now, though you felt more flattered and excited than anything. “I take it that means that I’m allowed to be by your side?” you inquired with a cheeky little grin.
“If that is what you wish,” Helel said as nonchalantly as he could. Really, he was just as happy as you. It was a weird feeling for him.
But if it meant that he could receive your unrelenting adoration, see your cute face and hear your cute voice everyday, then so be it.
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
200 years of unconditional love
THIS IS KAMAL HE WORKED AS A LAWYER EVERYDAY AND HAD A GREAT LIFE IN GAZA THEN THE GENOCIDE TOOK IT ALL FROM HIM. HE HAD A DREAM OF GETTING HIS OWN OFFICE THEIR HOUSE WAS ALSO DESTROYED TAKING THEIR FUTURE PLANS AND PROJECTS. THEY SURVIVED THE BOMBING WITH A FAMILY OF 10 MEMBERS OF BABIES,ELDERLY,AND WOMEN. THEY ARE NOW STUCK IN GAZA PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE.
Eric Venue
Summary: Vil x gn!reader (technically). Vil has always found your mannerisms to be endearing. They are less endearing when they are evoked by his father.
A/N: NEW DILF DROPPED AND I HAVE ZWRO SHAME AWOOGA!!! Special thanks to @animepaniclover122403 and @l1ls4y0 for being my eyes on the inside and getting me pictures. Warning, I'm on the EN server so I know absolutely nothing about Eric Venue so this may be very out of character.
Note: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.
Vil remembers the first time you met him. You wouldn't look directly at him, opting to stare at the floor as you mumbled incoherent sentences. Not a clear thought left your mouth.
Were you scared? Intimidated? Or, worse, did you not like the way he looked? That last possibility kept him up longer than he'd be proud to admit.
When he moved in with you during SDC training camp, he watched you walk into a wall three separate times. It was that third time that he realized what the situation was. You were flustered. How absolutely adorable.
Over the course of the weeks, you were eventually able to say more than three words to him. You continued to have issues looking directly at him, but he didn't mind that. It was cute. And a little bit of an ego boost.
Now the two of you were thick as thieves. And, in a teasing mood, he decided to ask you about your initial reaction to him.
As expected, you couldn't look directly at him, staring at the floor as you fidgeted with clasped hands.
Then he heard, barely above a whisper, “I've never seen anyone who is as beautiful as you.”
His heart fluttered. He knew you well enough now to know that you were from another world…
Which meant…
He was more beautiful than anyone you'd ever seen in two worlds.
“Sometimes…sometimes I can't look directly at you because when I look at you I…I can't think, and my mouth goes dry.”
Adrenaline rushed through him, and he couldn't fight off the vicious grin as he cruelly took your chin in his hand, and forced you to look at him.
“You are so adorable.” Then, to absolutely destroy what little calm you had left he pressed a kiss to your nose. You immediately crumbled, your only life line the hand still holding your chin, as he hid his laugh behind a delicate hand to his mouth.
And now? Now he'd invited you home with him for summer break. He'd planned every day's outfit down to the hour, hoping to absolutely destroy you with his casual attire. Not that it was ever truly casual, but that was by design.
And, by the end of the summer, you'd ask him out, and he'd graciously accept. And then you'd live happily ever after.
He forgot to account for one thing…
“It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you,” his father said with an amused smile, as he pressed a light kiss to each of your cheeks.
Vil knew immediately. Your eyes flicked to his father's, then your entire being crumbled.
“H-h-h-hi, Mr. Venue-”
"Oh please. No need to be so formal. Call me Eric.”
“E-E-E-”
“Father! I thought you had a meeting today,” Vil cut you off quickly, an unconcealed tinge of irritation to his voice. Not that you'd notice. You were too far gone, your face unsubtly turned down to your feet.
“I did, but I'd be a poor host if I didn't come meet your- what are they again?” His father smirked, a challenge in his eyes.
“I'm-I’m his-”
“Y/N’s my guest. My guest. No need to be a host, I have it all taken care of.”
Vil and his father smiled at each other for a moment. A moment too long apparently, because you ended up trying to speak again.
“Thank you for letting me stay in your home,” you whispered, barely audible.
“It's not a problem!” He reached out for your hands, taking them in his own, his thumbs gently caressing your knuckles. “It's wonderful that my son has people that are important to him. Would you, perhaps, like to stay forever?”
In a move very much like one of Vil's, Eric gently tipped your chin up to meet his gaze. Vil watched your face fall under the spell he himself often placed you under. It took everything inside him not to act like a child in a rage. Instead, he placed his hands on your shoulders, and quickly steered you away.
“Y/N is very tired so I will show them to their room,” Vil said. “As I said, I will be their host, no need for you to take time off.”
His father laughed as he quickly shoved you into a nearby guest room. Not even the one he had intended to put you in. But he had to get you away from his dad.
“He smelled nice,” you whispered.
Of course he did. His father smelled of mahogany and expensive cologne. When he was little, that smell meant home. Now that smell meant-
“He was so pretty,” you said with a rather nasty voice crack.
Vil grunted. Grunted! Sevens, the effect you had on him.
Just as his father had done, he took your chin in his hand, and said, firmly, “You're min-my guest. Not his. So try to keep your attention on me.”
You looked at him with big innocent eyes. Vil fought back a distressed, lovesick sigh.
“Understood…but…what if,” you bit your lip, and Vil knew whatever was about to come out of your mouth would give him gray hair. Though, clearly that would be something you would like.
“What if, you shared me?”
He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth a couple times.
“I could be both of your guests!”
“What! Do you know what you're saying?” You had to! At least a piece of you had to, or you wouldn't be continuing the conversation.
“I don't feel safe answering that question,” you said, your eyes narrowing in suspicion at his attitude.
“I'll be blunt, Y/N,” he said firmly. “You cannot date my father.”
“I never said-”
“You didn't have to. It's written all over your face.”
You opened your mouth to protest, closed it, huffed, looked away, then you turned back to him.
“Why not?”
Vil’s jaw dropped. He sputtered, then exclaimed, “Are you seriously asking why you can't date my dad?”
“He's a dilf,” you shrugged.
“You also can't look directly at him!”
“I can change-”
“Doubtful.”
“Wow, okay. I see what this is. You are intimidated by the thought of me as your step parent.”
“You can't be my step parent!”
“I knew it! You're scared of me wearing the pants between the two of us!”
“No! You can't date my dad, because you are supposed to fall for me!”
You blinked at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose between two perfectly manicured nails. There went his summer plan.
“Oh.”
“Oh?” He sighed heavily. “Oh, as in, you feel the same? Or oh as in, awkward, leave me alone?”
You looked away, and Vil was certain if he felt your cheeks, they would feel feverish.
“I-er-ugh.”
“Take your time,” he hummed his amusement coming back to him.
You glared at him, before crumbling again, and mumbling some gibberish.
“You can't even talk to me, but you think you can handle my father?”
You glared at him, then took a calming breath.
“I like you too.”
“Thank sevens,” he pulled you in for a hug, holding back a snicker as he felt you tremble a little.
“You smell good, too,” you muttered, before hiding your face in his shoulder. He could feel his pride swelling.
But only you could bring it down just as quickly as you brought it up.
“Why can't you share me?” your tone sounded innocent enough, but he groaned as he pushed you out at arms length.
“I absolutely forbid you from flirting with my father.”
“I have two hands, so I could hold both of your hands at the same time!”
“Y/N, do not make me use my unique magic on you,” he warned. He watched you glare at him, but you quickly lost your composure as he reopened his arms to you, and you buried yourself against him.
He had a whole summer to keep you away from his father.
Wonderful.