Ghost (for ONCE) accepted Jade's request to have a proper date night out with him
Ghost is finally in town after 3 months of deployment, and she can finally have him however she wants him. Her first request is just one night of him wearing a proper date outfit that isn't a black hoodie, worn-out jeans, black face mask, and his black war paint that he wore every single damn day.
💀 "What would you like me to wear then?"
🌹 "Since I doubt there's any other color in your wardrobe, seeing you in black shirt and black pants has been a wild imagination of mine~"
💀 "Oh, copy that~"
🌹 "And no facemask."
💀 "What?"
🌹 "Please? Just 2 hours? I want to see your face clearly for once. But you know what, nevermi--"
💀 "Fine. This once, because the night is yours."
🌹 "You're the best~"
💀 "We both know you can't resist looking at my handsome face."
An unreleased drawing of Ghost and Jade in the More of You fic!
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I drew this like 2 million years ago (it only reached sketch and lineart stage, never got to complete (ish) until now 😭). But I was looking at my WIPs, and good GOD the amount of GhostJade sleeping together (cutely) is DIABOLICAL.
There were so many. Matter of fact, I'm NOT stopping. I'll keep drawing more of them sleeping together (cutely)
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Ghaydaa Al-Abadsa:
Before the war, my life in Gaza was full of hope. I used to go to university, study translation, and dream about my future. I would meet my friends, laugh with them, and enjoy simple moments—walking, eating, drinking, and living as a normal young woman with dreams. My father was with us, our home was full of warmth, and despite all the difficulties in Gaza, there was still life, there was still love.
But then everything changed. The war came suddenly and destroyed everything we had. Our home was bombed, and we were forced to flee, displaced into tents and the open fields. My father fell ill with cancer, and we waited for a chance for him to be treated outside Gaza. But the occupation denied him the right to live. Medicine was almost impossible to find, and day by day, we watched him suffer until he passed away in December 2024. Losing him broke us completely.
After his death, our suffering only grew worse. Hunger surrounded us, clean water disappeared, and displacement became our only reality. We have no safe place to go, no shelter to protect us, and no chance for a normal life. Bombs fall everywhere, children cry from hunger, and every day feels like a new wound. I can no longer continue my education—the war stole my future, my dreams, and my father.
Now, I am left struggling to survive, desperate for food, water, medicine, and a safe place for the children around me. Life here is unbearable, filled with pain and loss. I still hold onto one hope: to be able to leave Gaza, to continue my education in English translation, to work, and to build a better future—not just for myself, but for my family and for those who remain trapped in this endless suffering.
Please, your support can help us survive this nightmare. Your kindness can give us food, medicine, and a chance to live again. Without your help, we are left with nothing but hunger, grief, and the ruins of what was once a beautiful life.
From the heart of Gaza: the story of the steadfastness of a family.
I am Amer, a Palestinian man from Gaza. I live with my wife and four children in indescribable conditions. Despite all this suffering, hope remains in our hearts.
My wife, my children, and I live in a single small tent. We lack the most basic necessities, and our daily lives are full of challenges: power outages, water shortages, and difficulty in securing food and medicine.
The situation in Gaza is tragic, and we face relentless conflict every single day. But I believe that strength lies in unity, and that support, however small, can transform our family's life. I launched this campaign as a plea for hope and an appeal for help to overcome this hardship. All we ask is for the opportunity to live with dignity for my children and my family.
Hello, my name is Amer Ahmed. I am 33 years old. My family and I live in Gaza. Our life was perfect before the war, but fate decreed that wa
If you hear our story, please share it and offer your support, whether through prayer, a kind word, or any other means. Together, we can make Gaza a better place.
Hey everyone! This is me, Khushi - officially posting you guys from Tumblr!
Long story short, my account was hacked by a scammer, and it used my account to reach you guys, and through my follower list as a whole. It must have sent you a "hey" or a "hi" on your DM's, but that was not me. Read this post and this for more clarity about the scam and steps to protect yourself.
This scammer also might tell you that they had "accidentally reported you" and they wanted you to contact a Live Tumblr Dispute on Discord. That message may come from your mutuals or a random person (whose account was also hacked by the same scammer)
Always remember, Tumblr would never contact you via Discord or any social media, but through e-mails only! I was stupid to believe that, honestly.. but I learnt my true lesson right there.
I contacted Tumblr Support, and they finally reached out to me and I gained access to my account after a week. Please keep yourselves protected on this platform, put 2FA on and be beware of such scams, and SPREAD THE WORD. Thank you so much for taking your time to read this, and stay safe <3
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
" I´m a killer who is searching for redemption - Måneskin"
Basic Info:
♠︎ Birth Name: Nadia Stevya Orlova
♠︎ Age: Approx. 30
♠︎ Nationality: Russian
♠︎ Date of Birth: March 5, 1995
♠︎ Place of Birth: Kyubeme, Rusia
♠︎ Eye Color: Brown
♠︎ Facial Features: square-shaped face,
♠︎ Hair: Short jet-black waves with silver angel rings; cut in a messy pixie style.
♠︎ Height: 5'7’’ / 170 cm
♠︎ Weight: Approx. 72kg
♠︎ Body Type: Athletic yet curvy, visibly strong from years of physical training
♠︎ Ethnicity: Slavic (Eastern european)
♠︎ Native Language: Russian
♠︎ Other Languages: English, French
♠︎ Personality: Playful, sarcastic, and sharp-minded. Nadia hides her vulnerability behind wit and teasing remarks, rarely letting anyone glimpse her pain. She lives with quiet guilt over the lives taken under Red Room control, yet refuses to let it consume her entirely. Her humor and charm are her armor. She´d rather distract you than let you see her break.
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Professional Information:
♠︎ Affiliations:
Red Room (2001 – 2016)
(Trained and conditioned from childhood until Dreykov’s fall)
♠︎ Residence: Constantly moving, but often between New York City and Bucharest.
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More:
♠︎ Marital Status: Single.
♠︎ Tattoos: Poker suit symbols (♠︎♥︎♦︎♣︎) on her right forearm; small bite mark tattoo on her left collarbone.
♠︎ Style: Tactical minimalist streetwear.
♠︎ Passions: Music (jazz & old rock), philosophy, meditation.
♠︎ Distinctive Marks:
♠︎ Close people and friends: James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes (future partner); Yelena Belova (acquaintance); Tibetan monks who once sheltered her; Nick Fury (contact).
Appearance: Short jet-black hair with silver angel rings, deep brown eyes, snow-pale skin, 170 cm/5’7” tall
Personality: Playful, sarcastic, and mysterious. Though she always carries a mocking smile, she bears the heavy guilt of what she was forced to do in the past
Story: Abducted as a child and trained as a Black Widow, she was never fully freed from the Red Room’s control. After Dreykov’s fall, she wandered from city to city in search of who she truly was. Her journey took her through the UK, the East, and finally to the United States, where she crosses paths with the legendary Bucky Barnes
