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appointmentwithmryeats · 7 days

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#farouq jwaydeh

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ilikeit-art · 1 year

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And I started asking everything around us

And I looked at the sad silence

May I find the answer

Do you see the bird returning after alienation?

And shook hands between tears our eyes

And I extended my heart to the sky

Nothing was left but smoke

Walks on space

And I looked at the smoke, something from the remains that comforts me

And the meeting was over..

#poem #farouq jwaydeh

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ravensalome · 2 years

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and if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent

farouq jwaydeh

#poetry #arabic poetry #academia #academic #academic validation #academia aesthetic #dark academia #classic academia #literature #books #poems #quotes #farouq jwaydeh

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cherrydolce · 1 year

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And if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent

- Farouq Jwaydeh

#arabic #arabic poetry #poetry #quotes #arabic quotes #love #farouq #farouq jwaydeh

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aphroditeaintshit · 1 year

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"And if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent"

#dark romantica #farsi poetry #arabian #love #dark academia #quotes #romantic academia #farouq jwaydeh

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curvelarvaaa · 1 year

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“and if the devil was ever to see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent”

Farouq Jwaydeh

#farouq jwaydeh #poem

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rennessy-and-xans · 1 year

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and if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent — Farouq Jwaydeh

#farouq jwaydeh #poem

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pinkypromisekissys · 1 year

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ꜰᴀʀᴏᴜQ ᴊᴡᴀʏᴅᴇʜ...

ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,

ʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴇɴᴛ

#poetry #farouq jwaydeh #melancholic romantics #here to inspire

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random-twst-things · 1 year

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Twst housewarderns as romantic quotes I found

Characters include: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and our beautiful malleus

Tw: Tooth rotting fluff (?)

Authors note: These love poems and quotes can vary from TV shows, movies, or just poems written by poem writers.

Ngl, I was blushing while finding one for him, 🧍🏽‍♀️

I feel like he really tries to be romantic for you

And he just wants you to know that he really does love you

"You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."

-Arthur Conan Doyle, The White Company

He can be a real romantic if he really wants to be

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

But, if he isn't trying to be REAL cheesy (his words not mine), I think he may say this instead?

"I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible. But I want to spend every irritating minute with you."

-Unknown

*inhales* This man right here is gonna show you how much he loves you (which is A LOT)

“and if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.”

-Farouq Jwaydeh

I feel like he could relate to this poem because deep down, he knows he isn't the best man or person

This guy is so sweet omg

He just IDK!?

This is definitely his family he's referring to when he says "They" saw YOU

"I hadn't told them about you,

But they saw you bathing in my eyes.

I hadn't told them about you,

But they saw you in my written words.

The perfume of love cannot be concealed."

- Nizar Qabbani

This beautiful man will tell you a beautiful poem

I have two types of poems, which I think he would say to you

"I'll be loving you, always woth a love that that's true"

- Patsy Cline, Always

Or maybe

"I wasn't expecting you. I didn't think that we would end up together. The single most extraordinary thing I've ever done with my life is fall in love with you. I've never been seen so completely, loved so passionately, and protected so fiercely. "

- Beth Pearson

Yeah, he isn't gonna say this poem in person

He'll probably send it through text or smth

Still love him tho

"I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you"

- Baby, Dirty Dancing

*sighs dreamily* Malleus

I just KAHSKAJAJAJS

they asked, "Do you love her to death?"

I said, "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life"

- Mahmoud Darwish

This poem is him and he is this poem

You can't convince otherwise

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starlettechild · 3 months

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𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔯𝔢 à é𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔢

┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛

CONTENT: Raphael x Aasimar!Tav. Even while Raphael is an infernal being, he still has an admiration for divine creatures. The human within him worships them in his darkest moments. He’s become an unholy acolyte, especially for one angel in particular.

⚠️TWs⚠️: Religious(dnd) dynamics, obsessive behavior, religious(dnd) themes. Act 2 and slightly 3 spoilers!!

A/N: Reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The aasimar in this version of the story is moralistic, but I’m considering making an opposite version of this for fun. Also, Raphael is 100% a bard. It’s just in him to want to follow something, and what better way to do that than to become a follower of Tav?

“And if the devil was to ever meet you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

The human blood that courses through Raphael has always longed to make itself known. Those pathetic mortal urges that sometimes fleet across his mind had always made him grimace. He would never admit it, but it was his human side that fueled his campaign against his father. The longing for justice and revenge was a mortal urge. Surely, it’s his human side now that makes him give into such a strange thing. Worship. Devotion.

He would never partake in such weak things in his home. Not with peering eyes that always turn to him. His home wasn’t even a home. It was a stage - one he constantly ruled. Putting on his best shoes and displays. His best lies and smiles. No.. he needed somewhere different. Quiet and somewhere only he would be. With the shadow-cursed lands clearing and the adventurers on the way to Baldurs Gate, it’s a perfect place for such secrecy. The lingering darkness provides him with comfort, and the sights of corrupt corpses would scare off any wanderers headed towards this treeline, no? Only the shadows would see, and even they slither away from him in fear.

There was something about Tav that racked and shook the shelves of his mind. An unspoken part of him that wanted to bow in the face of holiness, but another part that wanted to laugh in it. A battle between his two different lineages. But of course, with each heroic deed from them and each glimpse of those great white wings of theirs the battle within was coming to a conclusion. The blows from his human blood began to overpower everything else. His secret wants and admirations were pushed in front of him each day. It became hard to work and manipulate, with such wants unsatisfied. Like a spoiled child his human half demanded to be obeyed, and finally, he gave in.

Deep within the shadowlands is the statue he carved of them in stone. Great wings extended from their back and their hands beaconing forth the weary and weak. In his artistry, he had spent days trying to perfect each finger and feature. Sometimes, destroying the whole thing in a fit of rage and frustration, but then kneeling in-front of the ruins in shame. The last thing he wanted was for such a holy being to be ruined. He wanted them to be perfect. His own deity. A private religion that consisted of only him. Their most loyal acolyte. A flurry of snow begins to fall from the dark sky, frost creeping up the long-dead wood of trees. The flakes slowly make themselves home on his statue of Tav, and apart of him becomes jealous. Small and pure things worthy of touching the statue he made of them. But he isn’t. Even while sculpting them, the thought of ruining Tav with his unholy hands disgusted him, and he had to wear gloves. The replica of his private deity looks astonishing in this wintery mix, despite his personal feelings of the snow. While it decorates them like jewelry, it sizzles off of his skin. Another reminder of the divide between him and them. The holy, and the unholy.

He kneels in the thin and growing blanket of snow in-front of the statue, bowing his head and shutting his eyes. In his mine, he thinks of every curve and edge of them before him. How would they look down upon him? For they could not even gaze at him in their meetings, desperate for separation once more. Perhaps this is Raphaels way of earning just one glance or nod from them. Repenting in-front of an idol of them. He conjures their judgement. Those wings and those eyes that will finally meet his own, and see him as the man - not the devil. They are the only person he wishes to be truly seen by. Every fiendish instinct is shoved down in their overwhelming presence, leaving only the bare and utterly human Raphael. Would they look then, if he spilt his own hellish blood at the idols feet? Would they forgive him for his limitless sins if he spent hours before the idol, his head bowed in shame? How many nights of repentance must he go through, until he finally thinks himself worthy to run his bare hands along the stone image of them? Perhaps centuries, till he thinks himself worthy to press his lips against the stone. But he’ll never be worthy of the real thing, because he bows in-front of them, only to sin again when the daylight comes.

He does not know how much time passes as he sits there kneeling in-front of the statue of Tav. The snow has piled up around him, the heat that radiates from him no match for the furious cold. When he opens his eyes, it has blanketed around Tav, amounts of it still clinging on top of them. He rises, and a bare hand reaches out to brush some off, only to end up being lowered.

For these unholy hands will stain his angel, and if he were to touch them, he’d have to bow and repent again.

#bg3 writing #raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #raphael fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic idea #bg3 aasimar #Spotify

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aantinous · 1 year

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And if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent. ― Farouq Jwaydeh

#vegaspeteedit #dailyvegaspete #kinnporscheedit #vegaspete #kpedit #*

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depraved-raven · 2 months

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“and if the devil was ever to see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.”

— farouq jwaydeh

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nipsyyy · 7 months

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He said “you’re so pretty” but Farouq Jwaydeh said

“And if the devil was to ever see you,he’d kiss your eyes and repent”.

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fairydrowning · 2 years

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"وكأن طينك الذي خلقت منه ، مجبول بماء الورد."

"As if the clay you were made of, was kneaded with rose water."

– Rami al-Tobasi, Via "nizariat" on Tumblr

"Through her, in a rush of musk and saffron, beauty falls into disarray."

– Ibn Al-Arabi, Via "rosewatwr" on Twitter

"And if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent."

"ولو أن إبليس يوما رآك، لقبل عينيك ثم اهتدی."

– Farouq Jwaydeh

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn- series masterlist

summary: the first superheroes, the soldiers out of time, the worst troublemakers of the avengers. steve rogers, james barnes, and (y/n) (l/n) have many titles. but before they became national heroes, they were an inseparable trio on the streets of brooklyn.

relationships: steve rogers x winged!poc!reader x bucky barnes

total wordcount: 77k

warnings: cussing, violence, the angst that is bucky’s time in hydra, mentions and references to racism, misogyny, and homophobia, idk pining?

this series is complete!

(pictures are not mine!)

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

part i- until the end of the line?

“we were children thrust into a war. and once it ends, what will we become?” -unknown

it all begins with a pinkie promise

part ii- the star-spangled man with a plan

“i’m fed up to the ears of old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in” -george mcgovern

local asthmatic does something very stupid immediately after being told not to

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

are you ready to follow captain america into the jaws of death?

part iv- the train and the plane

“i don’t know who sold the homeland, but i know who paid the price” - mahmoud darwish

in the span of weeks, you lose everything

part v- the captain, the winter soldier, and the angel

“you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame. i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.” - a.j (via ddaredevil)

who are you?

part vi- the man on the bridge

“in nostalgia, there is no difference between a day, a year, a decade, or a lifetime, because the amount of longing is beyond the idea of time.” - gibran khalil gibran

the fall of hydra and shield, and the rise of something beyond the winter soldier and the angel of death.

part vii- the apartment

“when does memory end and love begin? all i know is- she loved him before she remembered him.” - ritika jyala

even as you and bucky go on the run, the trio can’t stay apart for long.

part viii- mission report

“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh

an airport, a quinjet, and 13 superheroes kicking the shit out of each other. what more could you want?

part ix- freefall

“i wish i had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.” - brian andreas

so the avengers are stuck in the compound while the world fights over the accords. great time to pine over your best friends!

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

you aren’t quite ready to face the subject of the letters. but your boys will wait as long as you need.

part xi- the raft

“after all these years of bearing this pain alone, all i want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again” - sarah doughty

normalize blaming thaddeus ross for every single problem in the world

part xii- the bed, the mirror, the couch

“show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold” - nikita gill

three times when everything seems right

part xiii- healing

“a monster is not such a terrible thing to be” - ocean vuong

good friends, the history channel, late nights in bed, and two bowls of fruit become the foundations for growth.

part xiv- the calm before the storm

“one day, you and i are gonna wake up and be alright. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. one day, i promise you” - fisher amelie

the road to recovery begins

part xv- the canyon

“to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive” - ingeborg bachmann

a well-needed vacation is taken

part xvi- the storm

“i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?” - haruki murakami

you just can’t catch a break, can you?

part xvii- dust and blood

“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body” - albert camus

“not without you”… right?

part xviii- the time heist

“am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?” - brenna twohy

five years go by but you’re stuck in place

part xix- the endgame

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” - victoria erickson

the shield, the gun, the bow

part xx- until the end of the line.

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

it all ends with a pinkie promise

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