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Your friend, a shapeshifter (a secret you've kept since childhood) hasn't answered your texts in days, so you head to their home. Upon arriving, you find that they're in the middle of an existential crisis; they can't remember how to turn back into their original, human form.

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When you can't find the kind of fic you want, so you decide to write it yourself.

But you don't have the skill or the energy... :'(

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everyone living in EU - please support the citizens initiative for safe and accessible abortion!!

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Help me get my life back, achieve my goal, and save the rest of my family

Education, which was young Tulin's passion, now seems like a distant memory, as there is no school, no home, and no safe place. The war has forced us to abandon our dreams and our work. Life as we knew it has stopped, swallowed up by a sea of ​​uncertainty, loss and despair

• My daughter Tulane is a radiant ray of sunshine, bringing joy, warmth and boundless love to everyone she meets. She has been through many health ailments.

• My middle daughter, Wateen, who is five years old, suffered a broken leg as a result of escaping during the aggression against the area surrounding us. Wateen suffers from osteomalacia and poor growth. I hope that this incident will not be repeated and that I will not see anything bad about it

• This is our house, full of our memories and moments of joy and happiness, which has now turned into ruins. His destruction

broke our hearts

Despite the darkness that surrounds us, a ray of hope appears in our hearts - a longing to seek refuge in the embrace of safety, and to find solace in a land untouched by the scourges of war. Egypt beckons to us as a beacon of hope, promising safe haven and the opportunity to rebuild our shattered lives. However, the path to freedom is fraught with obstacles, and we are unable to afford the journey that might lead us to a new beginning.

My family and I are looking forward to evacuating to Egypt, but as you know, a lot of money is needed to pay for the coordination costs in order to cross the border, and we still need money to get the total amount required so that we can travel.

With each passing day, our burdens grow heavier, and our pleas for help become more urgent. We long for the warmth of a safe haven, an opportunity to regain what we have lost and forge a path to a brighter future

My family and I are about to embark on this journey of hope, but we cannot do it alone. Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a big difference. Your contributions will help us provide safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life and we humbly appeal to you, kind souls, to extend your helping hand. Your generosity may pave the way for us to escape this nightmare, and give us a chance to start over

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With gratitude from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for every donation, every engagement, and every ounce of compassion you provide to our cause. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn our story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your concern

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Yknow that one scene from ‘Into the Woods’ where the Baker tries to steal Little Red’s cloak and she just screams until he gives it back?

Yeah uh

That’s the energy that I want whenever an adult tries to take away Billy’s magic as the Champion.

Like, sure, they could not care less about stealing away a key part of this kids life.

But making a child scream?

That means their in the wronggggg

Ughhhh guess they have to give it backkkkkk

Stop crying kid it was no big deal

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Okay, I get what you're saying, but I never said that, I loved Iris, the post is not anti Iris West, but anti wa, the anybody else feeling goes both ways. At no point did I say I hated Iris West, the writers screwed up the relationship and her character development, but her actor was great. My main issue with it, is that Iris is his foster sister, and while I'm aware he always had a crush on her, it still felt forced due to her stating multiple times in the beginning of the show that she held no feelings for him. It felt like her only character trait was being his love interest from season 4-5 onward.

The Flash

I'mma be honest, I wish Iris wasn't Barry's love interest. First, I always found the foster sibling thing weird, not that it's always bad, just they always felt more like siblings than lovers. Second, the writers just sucked, and once they were together, completely ruined Iris.

Eddie should have lived, and literally anyone else (Caitlin, Leonard, Cisco, etc.) for Barry.

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Concept: an episode of the Justice League cartoon where the MCs get sucked into a 90s teen movie… powers get reset to when they were that age.

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No More Candles by Phantomrose96

Cake’s no good when you know there are supposed to be two.

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Go go gadget male impregnator

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i'm dying

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The Flash

I'mma be honest, I wish Iris wasn't Barry's love interest. First, I always found the foster sibling thing weird, not that it's always bad, just they always felt more like siblings than lovers. Second, the writers just sucked, and once they were together, completely ruined Iris.

Eddie should have lived, and literally anyone else (Caitlin, Leonard, Cisco, etc.) for Barry.

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this is... uncomfortable

An AU

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

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"I disobeyed the first, most crucial rule.

I hung back at the doorway, hesitant and afraid."

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Following the prompt ask, a ficlet where Bucky is accidentally turned into a dog, giving him the excuse to give Clint unrestrained affection that he normally wouldn't (because he's pining, oh, boy).

The first couple of times, Clint had snatched his hand back and immediately apologised, which had settled somewhere uncomfortable in Bucky's stomach. There had been some pretty undignified sulking in the giant dog bed that Tony had wasted no time in ordering in, followed by a conversation between Steve and Clint that had involved words like friendship and consent and c'mon, Barton, you've seen his damned teeth.

After that - it'd been kinda tentative at first, Clint getting his bearings, a look that wasn't entirely unlike awe on his face as Bucky muscled in close and let Clint sink his fingers into Bucky's thick fur. But once he was comfortable -

Clint was loose with him in a way he wasn't when Bucky was in his human body, and as much as that curdled when Bucky had time to think too long, it meant that they could play. He'd kinda forgotten what playing was like - no one played with the goddamn Winter Soldier, but this made Bucky wish Clint would. Sparkling grin, wide with delight, hurling himself at Bucky and grabbing him in holds just the right side of too tight. Wheezing out a cackle when Bucky only half-accidentally stomped on his balls. Bonelessly relaxing under Bucky's weight as Bucky sprawled out on top of him, nose stuffed into the crook of his neck where the smell was so sweet.

"I'm gonna miss this," Clint said softly, night before Thor had flat-out promised that Amora's 'curse' would wear off. He was sprawled out under Bucky, whose eyes were half closed with the pleasure of the pressure of Clint's strong fingers, right at the base of Bucky's ears. He cocked one, lifting his head a little, and Clint huffed out a laugh. "Don't give me that judgy look. It's not like we're friends."

The ball-stomp, this time, was absolutely fuckin' deliberate.

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Clint was moping in his room when there was a scratch at his door, and it made his stomach flip and swan dive right into sad. He hauled himself off his bed and shuffled over, his eyes widening as he saw Bucky - human Bucky, arms folded and scowling and so fucking beautiful it hurt - standing outside his door.

"Wha-" he managed, before Bucky's knuckles dug uncomfortably into his sternum, pushing him uncompromisingly backwards. Clint could've probably resisted - give him a minute - but instead he went with it, letting Bucky shove him backwards until Clint was sprawled out on his bed.

He was honestly expecting a lecture. Taking advantage, maybe. Maintaining fucking boundaries like he shoulda been doing all along. Instead he took in a sharp breath as Bucky crawled onto his bed and sprawled on top of him, an incongruity of a pulse of fear at the proximity of Clint's jugular to his teeth.

"Idiot," Bucky growled into the crook of his neck. "Fuck you, we're 'not friends'."

Clint carefully lifted a hand and settled it on Bucky's head, callused fingers winding into unexpectedly soft hair. Didn't expect the wet heat of Bucky's tongue against his throat.

[Nonny, please read the Wolves of Timely series by @mariana-oconnor it so perfectly does what you wanted, loads better than this :D]