Someone animate John and Author to “A Mask of My Own Face” by lemon
Sobbing
"Stay with me, Arthur. Just a little longer."
I lied put your clothes back on, we’re going to talk about how Martin was never meant for the Lonely. He was forced into it by the middle of season two- season three because NotSasha wasn’t interacting with the gang and Tim became angry at anything involved in the institute and Jon went missing. Thus accidentally isolating him and because of Martin’s nature as a pessimist trying to romanticize his life, he was taken by the lonely. Same vibes as all your friends being depressed and you’re trying to keep them happy. He was meant for the Web but working for Peter Lucas solidified his fate
i want a penis but also i would get a boner from a stiff breeze. i would get hard from biting a particularly crisp apple
Nepen x Male Reader
adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again
another favorite TMA time travel fic trope: when season 1 jon and martin see how in love their future selves are BAHAAA
> small continuation to this <
i eat it up all the time 😭😭😭
if yall remember any fics feel free to comment 👁👁👀👀 ive read so many i dont remember which ones had these moments BHAHAHA
I am Dima from Gaza. I am 30 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to support my family of 3 members, me, my husband, and my young daughter. We are living in very difficult circumstances after the occupation launched the war on Gaza. We were displaced from our home and live in a tent that does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer. We live in extreme poverty due to the circumstances and there is no income. We are no longer able to provide the necessary supplies of food, drink and others due to the insane rise in prices. Thus, my source of livelihood was destroyed and we live in very difficult conditions in tents. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in the tents without food, medicine, or drinking clean water, along with the oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, and daily traumas that everything causes. Around us and unable to care for our families, the fear of danger, disease and death never leaves us
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