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Jayme Lawson arrives at the 2026 Golden Globes

We are living through the heaviest days of my life. I watch my children’s every breath with a heart shattered by fear. A ruthless virus is ravaging their small bodies, and we are left with nothing but patience and prayers amidst these merciless conditions.

My eldest son is suffering from severe inflammation and acute anemia. His frail body can no longer fight back. Meanwhile, my little daughter’s lungs can no longer endure the smoke from the fires we are forced to light for warmth; it has triggered chronic respiratory distress, making her a frequent patient in the hospital.

We live in a tent that offers no protection from the biting cold or our mounting pain. With a winter storm approaching, my fear grows that the freezing temperatures will claim what is left of their strength. I feel utterly helpless watching my children wither away, and all I seek is to provide them with the medicine and warmth they need before the illness and cold take them from me.

I appeal to your humanity, in the name of these hard days, to help me save my children. Sickness and cold do not wait. My hope in God and your kind hearts is boundless.

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2026 Golden Globe Awards

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I hope you are doing well ♥️

I am writing with a heavy heart because my family and I are going through an extremely difficult and frightening situation.

⚠️ Before the last storm, I felt afraid of what might happen, and unfortunately it came stronger than we could endure

⛺ Our tent was completely torn apart, and everything we owned was flooded and destroyed.

We are now without proper shelter and without blankets. The cold is becoming unbearable, and illness is spreading, especially among my children. I am deeply afraid for their safety. 😭💔💔

Another storm is expected soon, and our situation is very dangerous. 💔

This is not a random message, but a sincere humanitarian plea from a mother trying to protect her children. 🙏

The cost of one blanket is 30 dollars, and even a single blanket can help keep a child warm through the night. 💔

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COCO JONES Here We Go (Uh Oh) ❘ Tiny Desk Concert

People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.

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Wishful Thinking

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader

Summary: Nick reminds you that you chose him.

Word Count: 300

Warnings: Implied sex (wrap it before you tap it), dark vibes, referenced murder, possessive behavior, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Day 10 of the January Jumble Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: I never disrobe before a gunfight. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren’t startled to find Nick Fowler sitting in your living room, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a gun in the other. Something felt off the moment you walked through your door, and you debated walking back out. But running wouldn’t do any good.

i grew up in a family of left leaning hippies (thank god) but i can't stop thinking about the one holiday dinner party where my teenage cousin said something about immigrant hotels and needing to stop the boats and there was like. a pause at the table until our grandpa, a very mild mannered man, just went "now where the fuck did you hear that?" Incredible aura. ive never heard that man swear before or since but man did he pick a perfect time for it.

I was at an ex's holiday gathering when one of his siblings said something about "all of the immigrants ruining the kids' schools" and their dad, the Sicilian patriarch of the family said "Like the immigrant you're planning on inheriting money from?" and I have never giddily sat through a more awkward silence.

my soul and the river i washed my face in accidentally swapped places. now my soul springs from the mountains stretched thin to the warm salt sea and i have a river in me that cant help but want to go somewhere and smooth something solid over and over till it cant even tell its there anymore

i wish i was joking but my family and friends agree its the concussion from 2005 that made me into this. maybe getting glimpses of platonic forms behind the veil is the consolation prize you get from getting your skulls shit rocked now and again

"stop moving, fucks sake. i said spread y'pussy."

you whine loudly, already overstimulated to hell with how he’s made you cum on his tongue twice already, but any time you stop spreading your pussy lips with two of your fingers, he gives your pussy a spank or bites your thigh hard enough to bruise.

he's on his stomach between your legs, messy mouth glistening with your slick as he guides your hand back to your sopping hole to make you spread yourself. you've never felt more lewd in your life. as you open yourself up for him again, juices drip down your thighs and ass in pearlescent globs.

his eyes are locked on you the whole time, burning up at you through his lashes. the moment you finally pull your dripping folds apart again the way he wants, he licks up into you, sucking your pussy lips into his mouth to gather your cum and leakage into his mouth. he leans back, mixes it with his saliva, and dribbles it out of his mouth to spit it back onto your pussy. "there. now your pussy's as nasty as you, girl."

his spit runs down over your folds, thick and messy, stringing from your clit to your hole before dripping into the wet spot beneath you, and he groans at the sight like it's art. his tongue follows it down immediately, licking it back up greedily, nosing at your spread-open hole before plunging his tongue deep inside, pushing past your fingers as if he's trying to tongue-fuck you open from the inside.

he pushes your thighs apart roughly, then shoves two fingers inside you without warning all the way to the knuckle. you scream and arch your back, but he's uncaring. he scissors them, stretching you open as his tongue flattens against your clit and starts circling hard. the combination makes your whole body lurch, your chest heaving as broken noises fall out of you, but he just groans into your cunt, the vibrations sending sparks shooting through you.

your fingers are shaking so bad you can hardly keep them in a v-shape to spread yourself, but you do because the alternative is worse. every drag of his tongue on your hole, then inside you as he fucks his tongue against your gummy walls; makes you clamp around his fingers.

but when he wraps his whole mouth onto your plump pussy and sucks violently...

your orgasm tears through you but he doesn’t stop for a second. he moans into your cunt and continues drinking you down, fingers shoving in and out and tongue lashing at your clit while you scream.

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