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hi ! i’m patience but i’m commonly known as tulip :)

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lil bit about me

i’m 22, a princess, bisexual and a whore :) plus i like to fantasize about males with wings when im free

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The Poisoner Who Loved A Fisherwoman

[eng-fayez]

This is not just a photo it’s our daily reality in Gaza.

I am a father of five, living under the harshest conditions imaginable. My children go to bed hungry most nights, and I feel helpless watching them suffer. There is no food, no clean water, and no safety.

I myself am injured from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is deteriorating. I’m in pain, physically and emotionally. I want to provide for my children, to see them smile again, to give them a warm meal — even just one.

What’s happening here is not a natural disaster. It is forced starvation. It is the slow death of innocent people, especially children, because they are being denied food and aid.

Your donation can change everything for us. Even a small amount can feed my family for a day. It can help me get medicine, water, and the bare essentials to survive.

Please, if you have anything to give, I ask you to open your heart.

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My husband has become a prisoner of the Israeli occupation😭😭

After we were besieged in Rafah for more than four days, the tent was demolished over my heads, my children, and my husband, and we were able to miraculously escape. For those whose story of escape was not complete, because they were able to capture my husband and he is now their prisoner after he was injured in his feet from the bombing. My child was also exposed to danger and underwent a difficult surgical operation that failed. My family is now without a father, without a breadwinner for us, in light of this war and this catastrophic famine. I cannot provide food and drink for my children, nor can I provide treatment for my sick child. Please help us by donating to save us from danger.

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[mcflymemes]

"IT'S TIME FOR US TO PART WAYS" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

well. i guess this is it.

i thought we'd have more time together.

will i ever see you again?

we'll see each other again someday.

this isn't goodbye. it's see you later.

i don't know what i'm going to do without you.

please let me come with you.

of all the times to tell me you love me, it has to be now, right before i leave?

i've been dreading this moment.

call me if you need anything.

can't you just stay a little longer?

i wish we had more time.

i can't promise i won't come after you.

so... that's it then. you're leaving.

maybe it's a bad time to tell you i love you.

i thought you decided to stay.

i'm going to miss you more than you know.

you don't have to leave, you know.

you could stay here as long as you'd like.

i don't want to be without you.

call me when you're in town. we'll catch up.

i didn't expect this goodbye to hurt so much.

don't go. please.

don't leave without me.

i'm only holding you back by being here.

you can make it on your own just fine.

we knew this day was coming.

chin up. everything will be all right without me.

look at me. it's going to be okay.

will you miss me as much as i miss you?

i never wanted this to end.

promise me you won't come after me.

i wish we could figure out another way.

promise me you'll look after them.

i'm never going to forget your face.

don't say goodbye. i hate that word.

do you have anything to say to me before i go?

that's it? no goodbye kiss?

please reconsider your decision. we need you here.

this place won't be the same without you.

i'm never going to forget you.

we'll see each other someday.

do you think our paths will cross again?

i promise you i'll find you again.

please stay here with me.

don't let go of my hand.

i thought you told me you'd stay here.

don't make this harder than it already is.

can i hold you? one last time?

where's my goodbye hug!

take care of them for me, will you?

before you go, there's something i need to tell you.

[danikamariewrites]

can i request a cassian x reader with her being hyperfeminine and cassian being very masculine, like I think they would make such a good couple, him taking care of her and her taking him on shopping sprees and dresses him up and they just look so cute next to eachother bc they’re literally polar opposites. he has his fighting leathers on snd she has the cutest dresses on😩 reader being obsessed with skincare, makeup, hair, literally being a girly girl👀 and imagine she gets hit on or is insulted by someone and cass just steps in like the man he is😟🤍 HE IS SO SEXY

Cassian with a hyperfeminine mate hc

A/n: omg anon I love this idea sm it’s so cute ☺️

Warnings: none

You two are complete polar opposites when it comes to fashion

Where you’re bright colors and bubbly, Cassian is all basics nothing extra and all black clothes

Cassian thinks you’re the most precious little thing in the whole world

And while the general does look sexy in black you love seeing him in colors every once in a while

You do you’re makeup almost everyday and it always matches your outfits perfectly

Cassian doesn’t know how your eyelashes get so much volume but he drops to his knees whenever you bat them at him

The only thing Cassian ever took care of before he met you was his hair

It’s so long and beautiful so of course he’s going to take good care of it

But then you come along and show him all the hair treatments he can do and hair masks

Cassian loves when you do his hair treatments for him bc you give him a scalp massage and rub his temples and he becomes so relaxed

You talked him into letting you do a makeover on him once

You plucked his eyebrows, shaved his face, waxed him, skin care and everything

He would never admit it to his brothers but he loved how he felt after

Cassian also loves the attention and intimacy of you taking care of him like that

He’s amazed that you constantly do this for yourself too

Now once a week you two have face mask night and snack and gossip

Your dresses, shoes, and accessories always match

You’re like Night Court Barbie

Whenever Cassian takes you shopping he always takes you out to eat first bc no one should shop on an empty stomach

And he gets you your favorite drink to-go like an iced coffee or tea

Cassian is such a gentleman when it comes to you

Always holding doors open for you

Pushing your chair in when you sit down

If it rains he holds the umbrella for you

If there’s a giant puddle in the way he picks you up and carries you over it so your shoes and dress stay dry

When you two go shopping you always demand to pick out two colorful items for Cassian and he has to wear them

It’s never anything to over the top, you still want him to be comfortable

You love nights out with the IC

You and Mor have a tradition of getting ready together and started to include Feyre when she came along

If you were ever uncomfortable at the bar you were at Cassian would not be afraid to step up and protect you

You’d cling to him after and he wouldn’t leave your side for the rest night

Cassian would always have his arm around you or his hand on the small of your back

When he goes away you’re always sad for the first few days and so is he

In the few days leading up to his departure you’re inseparable, constantly cuddling on the couch or having lazy days in bed while he reads to you

Before he leaves you always sneak in your favorite little blanket with your perfume on it in his bag and somehow manage to tie one of your hair ribbons on his bun

It’s usually a baby pink color

He pretends to be annoyed but if there ever came a day where you stopped putting ribbons in his hair he’d probably die of a broken heart

You just wanted to make sure he had a piece of you with him while he was gone so he wouldn’t be too homesick

[poutylilpixie-deactivated201807]

[bussiarati]

Cmon Barbie let’s go spidey ah ah ahhh

[sanktadu]

This Ken is hot 🔥

commissioned by me || art by @GaditaahArt (twitter)

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EEEEE I CHANGED MY NOSE RING EEEEE

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Jason Derulo falling down the stairs at the Met Gala, 2023 (colorized)

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rip moonbin :(

[illyrian-dreamer]

Overwritten – Part 6

Azriel x Reader

Summary: After months as his prisoner, Hybern has hijacked your mind, turning you into an enemy of your home, your family, and your mate, Azriel.

Warnings: None

Words: 2,069

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Part 6 ∇

A faint drizzle coated the window, blurring the view of the cluster of winding cobble streets and sparkling river that ran through Velaris. It was hard to imagine yourself strolling this city, browsing shopfronts and dining at restaurants, arms linked with your friends, your family, even your mate.

But as impossible as that felt, it had been your life – or so your family told you. You hadn’t the faintest idea of your life before Hybern, your favourite past times, music, food, genre of books – all of it was as foreign to you as the people that insisted on helping. But the way they described it, the way they described you, it was clear you had been happy. Overwhelmingly so.

“Does that book not interest you?”

Behind you, Rhys and Feyre stood together, friendly smiles on both their faces as the High Lord wrapped an arm around his mate’s waist. You looked down at the book in your hands, forgetting you had even come here to read.

After many weeks of treatment, seeing their faces and hearing their voices had become more bearable. You were no longer triggered into episodes of violent hysteria that you could not remember, instead a dull headache would throb behind your eyes, but you managed to stay composed, forever fighting those voices in your head.

The journey to come this far had been exhausting and painful, but you were proud to have moved from the medical wing to your own chambers. Outside of the ongoing treatments with Feyre and Mor you were free to explore the townhouse, the library being your favourite sanction despite how often you were too tired to read. The Inner Circle would check in frequently, all except Azriel. As you were told, his presence was too high of a risk to unravel the progress you had made. You tried not to think about how that must hurt him.

Turning to the couple now, you forced yourself to return their smile before clearing your throat. “I’m not sure romance novels have my interest.” Despite her good intentions, Nesta’s taste in books were not something you could indulge in at this time. It took just one chapter for flustered-ridden heat to stain your cheeks, and you were far too shy to explain that to a house of strangers.

Feyre laughed softly, while Rhys’s smile grew to a grin. Your High Lady walked over, gently taking the book from you and instead held your hands in hers. You couldn’t help the thud of your heart. While you found Feyre to be the most approachable of them all, her kindness and empathy radiating just as her beauty did, it was hard not to associate her with the physical and mental labour it took to undergo your treatments.

Swallowing thickly, you looked up at your High Lady. “Are we due for another session?” you asked, cursing your child-like vulnerability. You hated being like this.

Feyre smiled softly in return, understanding written all over her face. “No, not today. I actually wanted to invite you to an event. An afternoon tea, tomorrow.”

You cocked your eyebrow, glancing back at your High Lord, who offered a nod of assurance. “Afternoon tea?”

“Yes, at our house by the river.”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm your heart’s thunder. “That’s very kind,” you forced yourself to say.

The High Lord and Lady waited for more. You hadn’t left the townhouse yet, and the world beyond that was so unfamiliar. What if you were triggered into another episode? Who might get hurt this time? You would hate yourself even more if you harmed any of these kind people again.

Feyre, catching the spiral of thoughts that twisted in your mind, spoke quickly to reassure you. “It will be a small group, Mor, Nesta, Elain and Amren. Just an afternoon with tea and cakes. We would winnow you there and back, and you can leave anytime you want.”

You swallowed as you tried to picture what that must look like. An afternoon tea – with friends. It was hard to imagine yourself talking and laughing amongst them.

“It could be fun,” Rhys added, walking over now.

Looking at Feyre’s hands that still held yours, you didn’t want to offended her by rejecting the invitation. Trusting that she always had your best interest at heart, you forced another smile. “I think that would be nice.” Both of them shared a small breath in relief, almost unnoticeable.

“Excellent!” Feyre clapped, before moving to her mate and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “I need to check on Nyx, but I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N. Try and get some rest.”

You offered a short smile back before she bounced out of the room, and waited for Rhys to do the same. Instead, he kept his violet eyes fixed on you. There was a moment of silence before you shifted in your seat, uncomfortable under his gaze. “Please don’t use your mind magic right now,” you asked softly. Again, so child-like. You were weak still, and all you could do was plead for your own privacy.

“I wouldn’t without permission, unless the situation is dire,” he replied calmly.

You nodded, turning your gaze back to the window. You believed him, at this stage you had no reason not to. To your surprise the rain had stopped, but tumbles of grey clouds still plagued the sky, dimming the vibrancy of the outside world.

“I’m curious,” Rhysand spoke, drawing you back to the room. “This is the third day you’ve sat in this chair, staring out of this exact window.”

Your eyes flickered to him, and you tried to hide your annoyance. You knew you were under surveillance – every behaviour, every quirk assessed and judged and analysed. Despite your families best intentions, it was completely alienating, and served as a constant reminder of how dangerous you truly were, and that you could not to be trusted.

Rhys waited for you to respond, his gaze patient, as if he would wait forever until you told him how you truly felt. “It’s a nice view,” you shrugged, not really sure of what else to say.

“The Sidra is spectacular,” he agreed.

“I care more for the shopfronts and restaurants,” you added, nodding your chin to where they splayed miles away.

Rhys cocked an eyebrow, moving to lean against the arm of your chair. “Why’s that?” he asked gently.

You shrugged again, suddenly self conscious. Had you overshared? Or maybe it would be used against you? Did he think you had intentions to harm the people of Velaris, and were plotting from his very home? The breath that left you then was heavy, weighted. How could you convince him, all of them, that you never meant them any harm?

Rhys waited for an answer again, his patience admirable. With a sigh, you gave in. “I suppose… it’s where life beckons.”

“Ah.”

You looked up at him now, the High Lord so casual with his arms folded across his chest. His friendliness and ease was not a forced thing, that much you could tell.

“We must have been close friends,” you noted. You could be observant too.

A half-smile formed on his face as he flicked his eyes down to you. “We attended education lessons together. 486 years ago.”

486 years. Gods, knowing how many forgotten memories laid in that span of time made your mind reel. You bought a quick hand to your temple, clenching through the pain as your mind sifted to remember just one of those moments. You drew up blank.

“Shall I ease it?” Rhys offered, his magic serving as useful pain relief these past months.

“No, no. It’s bearable,” you replied, rubbing your temples before blinking your eyes open again. You were well practiced at recovering from the headaches. “Classmates then?” you spoke through a tight jaw.

Rhys’s grin returned, as a wicked memory flashed in his eyes. “You were a bad influence,” he laughed, nudging you in the arm.

“I was?”

“Always trying to convince me to skip class and take you flying instead.”

You let out a small laugh, dropping your head in embarrassment. “Sorry,” was all you could say.

“Don’t be. I didn’t need much convincing.”

“Still trying to relive the glory days Rhys?” a gruff voice chimed in from the doorway. Cassian didn’t wait for an answer before he walked to the other side of your chair, peering out of the window you all faced. “What are we looking at?”

“I was just telling Y/N about how we used to spend our time outside of our lessons.”

Cassian chuckled with a knowing nod. “I always said you should have been born with wings yourself Y/N. You’re the only non-Illyrian I know who enjoys flying as much as we do.”

You gave Cassian a smile. It was comforting to hear them both speak about you so knowingly. “I’ll admit, it does sound exhilarating.”

“Well, what about a quick flight now?”

You almost gawked at the tall male. You hadn’t even left the house yet, could you truly handle something like flying? It was instinct to cast an unknown glance at Rhys, who was already smiling at you.

“You don’t need permission Y/N,” Rhys levelled your look. “Do as you feel comfortable.”

“Besides, you need the fresh air,” Cassian added, his tone teasing.

You bit your lip as you pondered your choices, excitement brewing in your belly – a unique, distinct feeling that called with such familiarity. “Alright,” you said tightly.

Cassian whooped, before extending a formal hand to the door, the other offered to you. “Your flight awaits,” he joked with the wiggle of his eyebrows. If you hadn’t been so nervous, you might have laughed.

Cassian escorted you to the nearby verandah, flexing his wings as he prepared to take off. “I’ll go slow sweetheart, and if at any point you want to stop, just say the word.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as strong arms scooped you from your knees, pulling you tight against his chest.

“Why don’t you do the honours. You do remember how to count, right?”

With a roll of your eyes, you began. “One.”

Wings flared then – dark, massive things, their breadth consuming the space around you.

“Two.”

Cassian braced himself, his knees bent for takeoff.

“Thr–”

Your words were cut off as you were launched into the sky. You clung tight to Cassian, who laughed freely in your ear. The flap of his wings was faint against the roar of the winds, you hair whipping this way and that.

Cassian speared higher and higher before momentum paid off and he was able to glide.

You dared to look beneath you. The city of Velaris, while faint under the overcast clouds, was still vibrant and bustling, full of life. You took a deep breath, letting the crisp air feel your lungs. Cassian had been right – you did love flying.

“Enjoying yourself?” Cassian spoke loudly, at competition with the winds.

“Very much so!” you yelled back, your smile widening every minute you spent in the air. For who you were now, this was your first time flying. You had never known such exhilarating joy.

Up ahead, rain clouds loomed in threatening darkness. “I’ll have to turn us around,” Cassian spoke, steering his body sideways as he made for a wide turn in the sky. You knew it was a half-excuse, and he likely didn’t want to push you physically. But you didn’t mind, this wouldn’t be your last time flying – that you would make sure of.

Soon enough, Cassian had landed you safely back at the townhouse.

“You look healthier already,” he grinned, flicking your nose. You couldn’t help yourself as you rushed at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Cassian took a moment of surprise before hugging you back, placing a few firm pats on your back.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Anytime sweetheart.”

No longer able to hide the bite of the cold that nipped at you, you pulled away from Cassian, offering him another wide smile before heading inside. He watched you enter the house, his breathing heavy from the exertion of the flight. 

It was heavy enough that he didn’t hear the Shadowsinger approach. 

Cassian didn’t have enough time to dodge the scarred fist that swung for his face.

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[princess-tulip-writes]

AZ GIVING YOU AN ANKLET WITH AN ‘A’ ON IT W SMALL BLUE GEMS TOO

[onsunnyside]

Ok but like I could see JJ absolutely humiliating the reader while fucking her

are you in my head bc i've been thinking the same thing: i know jj is a softie but what if 🫣 we take a drive down the heartbreaker road ??

mean!JJ: He's the kook's number one enemy, the local troublemaker, and always up to something with his progue friends. You know all about his mischief-streak, and truthfully, you're scared of him since he pulled that gun on Topper. He's the kind of guy your friends warn you about, but you don't have any friends apart from Rafe, Topper and Kelce. They're the same group you've clung to since childhood, and now you proudly wear the kook princess crown.

You're so happy in your carefree bubble, following them around like a little pet. Everyone knows you're strictly off limits because the kook prince has a thing for you. No one would dare to test him or even think about you in a certain way... well, everyone but JJ.

"Oh, look at that, your boyfriend is calling you." He snorts, glaring at Rafe's contact photo glowing on the screen, "he's gonna have to wait."

You pull off with a lewd pop, saliva coating your lips and smeared down your chin, "he's not—he's not my boyfriend."

"That's not what everyone else thinks, and that's not what he's going around and saying either."

That catches you off guard, and your heart swells with hope as if you weren't on your knees blowing his enemy, "Rafe likes me?"

Oh, you were dumber than he thought.

"He's not gonna want you after this." JJ slips his ringed-fingers into your open mouth, prying your lips apart and spitting. The heavy dollop lands on your tongue and slides to the back of your throat. "You think he'll kiss you after sucking my cock? You think he'll even look at you knowing you fucked a dirty pogue?"

He sees the glee on your face transform to regret, your features melting into a sorrowful mess. If the music weren't so loud downstairs, he would surely hear your heart breaking.

With one hand, he jerks his length inches away from your face. His fist slides up the slick skin and he steps closer, effectively trapping you against the bathroom door.

"What's with the waterworks, baby?" He'd be lying if he said your tears didn't make him rock hard. It was your fault for being so pretty when you cry, how could he resist you when you look that good?

"I-I've liked Rafe for so long... I didn't know he liked me back." And now look at you. JJ was right, Rafe wouldn't speak to you ever again if he found out.

"What do you know, hm?" The blond chuckles, meanly slapping your cheeks with the tip of his cock. The messy trails of pre cum are only a mockery of your tears.

"JJ, wait—" You try to turn away, but his foot slides between your thighs, the worn leather of his boot pressing up against your wet panties.

"Do you think they keep you around for your brains? Oh, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but you've got none."

There it is again, the delicate pout on your lips and that expression of pure despair. He wishes he could take a picture, and forever memorialize your misery. Maybe even send it to Rafe for his own sick entertainment.

JJ shifts his foot, grinding along your clothed core and rubbing your swollen clit. The cry you let out is not only from sadness but also pleasure.

Your mouth falls open in a moan and he takes the opportunity to slip back in, the bulbous head hits the back of your throat and slides deep. Your eyes shoot open and you quickly brace your hands on his hips, but it's no use. He pushes forward until his full sack hits your chin and groans loudly when your throat tightens.

"Atta girl, who knew the kook princess was a cockslut?" His tone drops and his hips build a pace, it's slow but thorough.

He's so thick, your lips burn at the corners as you struggle to take him from tip to base, again and again. Sloppy noises fill the bathroom, your choked moans silenced by the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth with every thrust.

"You wanna know—fuck, something else, baby?" JJ grunts through clenched teeth with his palms on either side of your head, his thumbs digging into the tear-and-spit-covered flesh of your cheeks, "he likes you, but that ain't gonna stop him from fucking someone else tonight. So you should stop the weeping and do the same."

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dude, did abortion really just get banned?? are you serious?