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I am not asking for a lot of money, I only need 70 euros to buy a medicine called Kabira to treat muscle spasms for my son Adam.💔🙏

https://www.gofundme.com/f/emergency-appeal-help-save-my-childrens

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Genocide flattens every discussion. There are no new conversations to be had about the destruction, death and cruelty. After more than a year, there is nothing left to be said about various media houses, corporations and international bodies of law aiding and abetting all that has been happening in Gaza, either. It is the banality of evil, it is colonialism. However even in this atrociously banal circumstance, I do think what still is a continued point of hope for Gazans and what still pushes so many of them to reach out to the world, is the support people around the globe have shown and still continue to show. Which is why I am here on behalf of the Shehab family ( @fahedshehab-new ) and requesting  you to help them survive through this winter. This won't take much of your time so please read: 

Fahed is currently supporting 13 family members in total- his own family and that of his sister’s.

He has to look after 8 children now, with the youngest being his son Yayha who is barely having anything to eat because the price of baby milk  is exorbitantly high in Gaza. 

The genocide has taken a toll on Fahed’s daughters. Sahar and Dana spent a whole year under the threat of bombs and right now instead of getting to be teenagers, they ask their father if they will survive. They have even said they don't want to live if they lose someone. 

The family right now immediately needs clothes to keep them warm throughout winter. Fahed’s family is from the north and has been displaced several times before they came south. Displacement is dangerous and a silent killer because often essential items are lost and cannot be replaced in time. 

Please consider that the weather has already turned colder around the world and that which is only mildly uncomfortable to us, presents a dire situation for Gazans. The families don't have a shelter and there is no way for tents to adequately protect from cold winds and rain. So right now the immediate need is for warm clothes and it can cost upto $400 per person. With THIRTEEN PEOPLE to take care of Fahed immediately needs to raise at least 5k to buy the required apparels. So please boost and donate. 

Currently at $66,248. He needs to reach $71,248. Please help however you can. 

Vetting link

Please remember that every donation, even if it is 5 dollars, is a ray of hope for the families who have lost everything.

Tagging for reach 🙏🏽

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@schoolhater @briarhips @timetravellingkitty @tiredguyswag @neptunerings

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@girlinafairytale @heliopixels @celadonwanderer @paparoach @furiousfinnstan

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@noble-kale @maoistyuri @lamngen @thatsonehellofabird @roadimusprime

@a-shade-of-blue @ramshackledtrickster @C-u-ckoo-4-40k @galacticmermaid @heydreamchild

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Happy Birthday! Hope nothing monumental is coming in the next few hours! Keep dancing Dabi Jensen release the tapes

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Happy November 5th to everyone who's celebrating!

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15.18 - Despair ↳ original air date: November 5th, 2020

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Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Hello!!! I hope you’re well too

I encourage those who can, please donate to Haya’s campaign. She has raised €73,437 out of the €100,000 goal!!!

I know posts with art gain more traction, so here’s a quick sketch of Haya and her younger sister

Once again, please donate if you can!!

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i don't care if it's cliche i deserved to see rowena with a little black cat that follows her around everywhere. and maybe it's a familiar, maybe it's not but either way the cat hates everyone but her. and dean for some reason

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Chapter 14 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

“I’m going to get a drink,” he said. To everyone but Dean: “Would anyone like anything?”

Everyone shook their heads, and Charlie said, “No, thank you.”

Cas shot Dean another heated look before walking away. And no way was Dean letting him slip away that easily. He grabbed his whiskey and knocked back the rest of it in one go just to have an excuse to go to the bar. The burn of the liquor made his throat close up. It got stuck in his chest, right over his heart. His head swam.

“I’m gettin’ another one,” he announced.

“No, Dean, come on,” Sam tried.

Dean ignored him. “Anyone want?”

“Still no,” Jo said, but Dean was already walking away.

Sam tried calling Dean’s name again, only to throw up his hands in defeat.

Dean sidled up to the bar and pressed his shoulder against Cas’. Cas didn’t look at him, but his body locked up and his profile shifted, all pinched lips and jutting jaw. Dean waved one of the bartenders over and said, “Bourbon. Neat. Thanks.”

“What do you want, Dean?” Cas asked, his posture curled in and his elbows on top of the bar. He still wasn’t looking at Dean, but at least he was acknowledging him. Dean could work with that.

He turned toward Cas and leaned one arm against the bar. His chest brushed up against Cas’ elbow. “Another drink, for starters,” he answered smartly. “After that? You admitting you were wrong might hit the spot.”

Finally, Cas turned his glower toward him.

He looked good tonight. His hair was tamed of its loose curls with gel, and his blazer stretched across his broad shoulders. His stubble was darker than he usually wore it—and he knew that Dean loved it like that because the scratch felt delicious against his skin. Not to mention, it accentuated Cas’ jawline.

Dean licked his lips and dragged his teeth across the bottom one, mesmerized, forgetting himself. The sound of the music and chatter around them was a hollow, constant warbling that sounded alien to his inebriated mind. He could only focus on Cas.

“What would be the point?” Cas asked, knocking Dean back into reality.

Dean cleared his throat into his fist to right himself. He reminded himself he was mad at Cas. “Point would be to end this stupid fight.”

The point would be moving past all of this crap. It would be Dean coming back home.

Cas shook his head in a rueful, minuscule movement before looking forward again. “If the past has taught me anything, it’s that apologizing will have no effect on you whatsoever. No matter how much I mean it.”

Dean barked out a bitter laugh, because that was just bullshit. Dean didn’t even know what Cas was talking about, but it didn’t matter. It was probably just another excuse Cas had cooked up. “You could try.”

“No, Dean.” Cas turned bodily toward him, putting his face too close to Dean’s. And not close enough. “I could get on my knees and beg, and it wouldn’t make a difference.”

Now, that was an idea. Dean was very interested in seeing Cas in that particular position. It made some of his blood rush down to his dick.

“You saying you wanna get on your knees for me?” he taunted.

Cas opened his mouth—then slammed it shut, like he’d expected an argument and belatedly realized what Dean had insinuated. It was fun, watching him flounder like that. The anxiety Dean had been feeling a second ago turned into anticipation because, for the briefest flash, Cas looked like he was considering it.

But then he breathed out and dropped his shoulders dejectedly. “You’re trying to get a rise out of me.”

If Dean got him alone, he was pretty sure he could get something else to rise. Maybe Cas’ dick; maybe a welt on his handsome face.

“I’m not taking the bait like I did when we were younger. It’s asinine,” Cas told him. “We’re at our friend’s birthday, Dean. We can be civil, or you can stop talking to me.”

All the humor drained out of Dean, leaving hostility behind. And something else, too. Something circling the drain but refusing to go down.

Just be with me again, he wanted to say. Don’t you miss me half as much as I miss you?

He could practically feel the words pressing down on his tongue, but he didn’t want to say them. Because, as always, Cas was reticent in the face of Dean’s abject misery.

Dean resisted the urge to thumb at his ring.

“I bet you’d like it if I never talked to you again, huh?” Dean challenged, if only for Cas to tell him he was wrong. “That what you want?”

Before Cas could answer, the bartender returned with Dean’s whiskey and Cas’ Rob Roy.

Cas snatched up his drink and turned to Dean again. “It doesn’t matter what I want,” he growled through his teeth, and it looked like Dean had finally managed to get that rise out of him after all. “You made it abundantly clear that your wants are what’s important in this relationship.” He shoved past Dean, checking him with his shoulder. With finality, he added, “Excuse me.”

Dean sneered, drink clutched in his fist, as he watched Cas walk purposefully toward where Eileen and Jo were chatting at the table. Everyone else had dispersed. The whole way there, Cas didn’t look back once. Even now, he kept his sturdy back to Dean.

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another day of misha talking about wearing jensen's clothes

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A very happy birthday to Misha Collins! 💙

Happy I finally got to draw my very favorite angel Castiel <3

soooo funny story around a month ago I ran into Misha at my local Safeway-!!? absolutely bonkers thing to have happen as I was not prepared in the slightest. I shop there every week and then Misha Collins is just there standing in the dairy section ??? What ??

Anyway afterwards I quite quickly careened down the ~ supernatural rabbit hole ~ again and happily broke I think the worst art block I’ve ever been in! And now we’re here and I’m posting this art for misha’s birthday funny how things happen like wth

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Unmute !

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I've seen posts going around claiming that petting animals is basically tricking them into thinking they're being groomed, and it's bugging me because, like, there's no trickery afoot. Petting and scritching are grooming activities. They help to dislodge loose fur and foreign objects and more evenly distribute protective oils, among other things. Primates are social groomers, and the human impulse to scritch is the legacy of our primate ancestors. We see an animal we like, even a dangerous one, and the monkey brain says "groom that thing".

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Misha talking about a possible SPN movie 🥸

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I have to somehow make up for the lack of art.... :)