I had this idea of Yellow and the king in yellow using Arthur’s appearance to mock Jon or something idkkkk. I wasn’t supposed to post this but…..
Just saying, Stevenson is 100% projecting his guilt on his very liberal views (for the time) and finding a way to cope with the religious trauma of how he was raised and disappointing his father.
He’s making the personification of Edward Hyde devilish to show that he feels he is a monster who disappointed his father. Even tho he doesn’t want to care about what his father feels.
Also just saying Hyde writes with his left hand which was seen as a sign of the devil during this time
I’ve been reading a lot of 19th century literature ever since Nosferatu(2024) came out and I’ve gotten to The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
But as I’m reading this, I don’t think Edward Hyde existed at all
From how Dr. Jekyll writes this account he seems to be fully in control and observant as opposed to a passenger in his own body
The only different is this drug he is taking is freeing him from religious inhibition. (the Calvinistic belief that you must deprive yourself of pleasure because it’s sinful.) but because the drug makes him look younger, he’s using it as an excuse to personify the “sinful” urges he has and rid his conscious of blame
Tumblr is now going to be my outlet for talking about books
TO THE GIRLS WHO ONLY PUT (male character) x reader INSTEAD OF FEMALE READER YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH TRUST.
I swear one of these days I’m just going to make a fic and I will put “reader” and “female reader” and shock y’all with the “y/n’s dick was leaking”
Like pls I just wanna read Miguel O’Hara fics in peace 😭 READER IS NOT GENDERED LIKE PLS?!?
"You can’t separate us, not unless we’re willing to do so."
A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙
My name is Naser. War took everything from me—
my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew.
In a single moment, my world was shattered,
leaving behind only memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments,
I refuse to give up. ✊
Because I still have something worth fighting for—
my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor 🩺—to heal others so they don’t have to suffer like we did.
🔹 Another wants to be an engineer 🏗️—to rebuild what war has destroyed.
🔹 And the youngest? He just wants to be a kid again 🧸—
to wake up in a safe home 🏠,
to laugh, to play, to feel peace.
🏡 We need a home. We need education. We need hope.
Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—
we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again.
We are fighting for a future where my brothers
can become the doctor, the engineer,
and the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance.
A chance to rebuild.
A chance to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support—whether through a donation or simply sharing our story—can make all the difference.
Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. ✨
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—
hope does.
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fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.
"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"
XVI The Tower
Who’d want to be human anyway? Who pilots all these crude machines?
I am Ahmed from Gaza, 26 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to support my family of 7: me, my father, my mother and my sisters, in our miserable circumstances, which we live in after the occupation launched the war on Gaza. We were displaced from our home and it was completely destroyed. We are now living in shelters. Due to the circumstances and low income, we are unable to provide the necessary benefits such as food and drink due to the crazy increase in prices. Thus, my source of livelihood has been destroyed, but it has been completely destroyed, as we are no longer entitled to work; and we expect to live in miserable conditions in the shelters. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in the shelters; without food, medicine or clean drinking water; with the oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts and daily shocks caused by everything around us and the inability to care for our loved ones. The fear of danger, disease and death never leaves us.
Now, I find myself in this difficult situation, and I humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family, especially my father and mother, by getting us out of Gaza to Egypt and building a new life outside Gaza or helping us get money to buy the necessities that we may be able to afford. Asking for help is not easy, but we had no choice because we want to survive and strive to rebuild our shattered lives. We are very grateful for any help you can offer, no matter how small, as your help will go a long way in alleviating our suffering. I hope you will share my story with your family and friends.”
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