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WET LOIS IS JUST SO???????
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Smallville fic: hurtled (Clois)
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Lois turns on the bed, ignoring the surprised grunt of the person on the other side of it. Not bothering to look at his face, she pulls both her legs to her chest, plants her feet square on the guy's very, very broad stomach, and kicks him out as hard as she can. She watches in satisfaction as he tumbles out of sight with an "Oomph!" but Lois didn't take a lot of time to admire her handiwork. Or footwork rather. She isn't stupid. Instead, she rolls out of bed herself, grabs the lamp on the nightstand, and lifts it over her head, ready and able to inflict pain when necessary. "Okay, jackass," she says, willing her voice not to quiver in any way or form. "I'm going to count to three, and by then I want you to--" "--Lois?" Oh shit. Shit, shit, shitty shit shit. She knows that voice. How can she not? She's been living under his roof for the last few-- - or Season 4 Lois meets Season 10 Clark. Probably in the worst way possible.
Notes: I am so desperate for a time travel fic that I just... wrote it lmao. Does it make sense? No. Did I like writing it? YES.
ao3 link!
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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
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No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.
#crisis #humanrights #emergency #donate #pleasehelp #tumblrcommunity #survivestories #reblogtohelp #signalboost
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Hi! Tumatanggap ka ba ng request?
From your encantadia fanfic.
Kung sakaling oo lang, request ko ito: 2016 sang'gre, yung scene bago ito, like kung paano nahanap nina amihan at danaya si Alena at kung paano nila nalaman na may amnesia sya. kung paano bumalik si Alena sa encantadia at naging sang'gre muli kahit na may amnesia sya.
Aw! Thanks for the ask! Kaso di ko bet ang 2016 enca with how the Alebarro love story turned out huhuhu
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Smallville fic: wayward (Clois AU)
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The woman in front of him - the one currently blocking his path to freedom - smiles. It's a beautiful smile; wide, open, inviting. It transforms her entire appearance, making her look even more alluring than she already was.
Too bad it was also lethal.
"I know what happens to those who see your face," Clark says, taking a step towards her. "Lois, Ms. Luthor, or whatever the hell you call yourself--"
She closes the gap between them even before he can finish his words, and the rest of them die in his throat. "Doesn't it make you curious why I'm still letting you live, if that's the case?" Lois leans closer to him, her mouth very near his ear, and Clark swallows hard. From fear, from revulsion, from something else. "Mr. Kent?"
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AU of AU because why not
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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.


My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
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Re-watching Smallville and truly has anybody been as down bad as Season 9 Clark Kent for Lois Lane? Ok with cutting himself off from everyone and everything else he loves until Lois returns and he's like "nope, physically cannot be away from her".
Gets distracted mid-fight because he's too busy stroking her hair and gazing at her lovingly.
In general, constantly gazing at her like she's the most remarkable and precious thing he's ever seen, even when she's just been turned into a zombie.
Kisses her for the first time ever, like this, and said he did it because "I don't know what happened, I couldn't help myself".
He considers himself to be dead when he's been without her for a year. Casually drops sentences like "if it means being with you, I'll wait forever" and "you can lean on me for strength, I feel stronger when you're around anyway." Goes from being shy and reserved to making out in the work elevator and doing shit like this:
And this nonsense:
Sir, I'm going to need you to get a grip.
May all our men be so pathetically wrapped around our fingers.
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Smallville fic: chasm (lois/clark)
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Okay, but the one perk she has about working with Smallville? The way she can drive him up the wall sometimes. Well, all the time, actually. And isn't that just nice? - or Lois and the Thing she has with Clark Kent.
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GUESS WHO'S WATCHING SMALLVILLE FOR THE FIRST TIME???
#smallville#clark kent#lois lane#clois#clois fic#I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT CLOIS#DEVOURING THEM FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS
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🏑 KATE AND ANTHONY WEEK 2025 🏑
The opposition of Enemies-Lovers has inspired our Kate and Anthony Week prompts of opposites!
The choice is yours - you can play with one or both parts of the daily prompt in your fic, fanart, edit, or whatever you wish to create.
May 12-18th🏑
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Help a Family in Need💔
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.
Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.
Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.
Adam
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It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Woah my fave number!
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Merlin fic: girl talk (Arthur/Gwen)
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noun: informal conversation between women or girls, typically about subjects considered to be uninteresting to or inappropriate for men. - or in Arthur's case, a type of talk involving a girl. (not that Gwen knows it, thank the heavens)
Notes: Oh look, another excuse to write Arthur being pathetically in love with Gwen without her knowing it???
I have been feeling a bit under the weather lately but writing this cheered me up lmaooo naturally I have to inflict this stupidity somewhere SO
ao3 link!
#did I just write something what#merlin bbc#arthur/gwen#arwen#argwen#arthur pendragon#guinevere pendragon#EVEN IF SHE'S NOT PRESENT#merlin#gwaine#leon#percival
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LETHAL FACE CARD
Hoeru Tono in No. 1 Sentai Gozyuger 01x05 Recover Your Soul! Don't Let Your Troubles Get in the Way
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hey 👋 i’m anon from a couple hours ago, if you wanna know i was reading you yua/fuwa fics and honestly i’m such a sucker for battle couples and ships where one of them is calculating and put together while the other is reckless and all over the place and even if their banter sounds like bickering there’s still that underlying concern and care and you my friend capture that feeling/vibes so well
AWW YUA/FUWA I MISS MY BATTLE COUPLE :D Thank you very much anon! I'm glad you found my stories for them. They deserve the world and more!
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just saw your post on reading older fics and i just want you to know i was literally just reading some of *your* older fics and i wanted to say while there is a bit of that eerie vibe i also feel a warm enthusiasm from your old fics, idk if this is making sense but knowing that you were basically single-handedly writing for an underrated pair with so much love and care definitely still comes through in your writing
OMG ANON THIS IS SO SWEET ahhhh! It made me reflect on which underrated pair you might be referring to, which made me realize that basically most my ships are underrated lmao. You are amazing! I hope you'll enjoy a day as wonderful as you've made mine!
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