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I made a height chart because itās one of my favourite pastimes. It was originally just the OG slashers and then it just extended to the DbD licensed killersā¦ +Jason lol. Maybe if I draw him with the bunch, Iāll invoke him. The heights are a mix of canonical/personal takes. Itās funny to think that FNaF will be part of this lineup next year.
Iām gonna do the original DbD killers when I get the time. For now, thisāll do.
Sleepy klance, they so deserve it after season 8
FINALLY got good photos of my sculpture final. This is my dog his name is Sock.
Look at my fish.
You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?
OH MY GOD I NEEDED THIS
For the chronically anxious and/or otherwise mentally ill:
This is not a screamer, jumpscare, or any other kind of horror link I donāt know the name of. It will not cause you to question reality and as far as Iām aware, there is no reason it should cause any kind of hallucinations or psychosis. I donāt want to spoil the surprise because itās DELIGHTFUL but I am happy to tell you itās very sweet and gentle and also great lowkey stress relief. This is a cinnamon roll link appropriate for all ages (yes, all the way down to babies) and you will enjoy it if you click it. ā¤ļø
I have OCD! It is safe! :]
autism - is safe!
šØĀ EMERGENCY MISSION: 7 FAMILIES. 19 LIVES. 48 HOURS.
šļøĀ Update: March 1, 2026 ā ALL CROSSINGS CLOSED
As of this morning,Al JazeeraĀ andĀ Middle East EyeĀ confirmed that all lifelines (Rafah & Kerem Shalom) are indefinitely shut down. Our world has just become smaller, and our survival more fragile. ā ļøš«
Markets are emptying fast. Prices are rising by the hour. Panic has hit the streets, and I am in a race against time to protect those who depend on me.
š Ā The Weight of 7 Families (19 Souls): I am the sole provider, through your generosity, for 7 interconnected families who are now looking at me, asking:
'What comes next, Mohammed?'Ā š
š§Ā My elderly father and motherĀ (In need of urgent care)
š¦Ā My late brotherās orphaned childrenĀ (Our sacred trust)
šļøĀ My sister Shaimaa & her husbandĀ (He is bravely fightingĀ cancer)
š©āš§āš¦Ā My sisters Fatima and AsmaaĀ & their young families
š¦Ā My brother OmarĀ & his family
šØāš©āš§āš¦Ā Me, my wife, and our children
šĀ CURRENT PROGRESS & TRANSPARENCY: As you can see in the screenshot below, we have reachedĀ $9,699 (49%)Ā of our long-term goal. I am beyond grateful to every person who has supported us so far. šā¤ļø
šÆĀ THE IMMEDIATE GOAL: $2,100 (Emergency Food Mission)
While our long-term goal is for evacuation and total safety,Ā today's mission is about survival.Ā We need to hitĀ $11,800Ā (Current $9,699 + $2,100) within the next 48 hours to secure flour, rice, and oil before the markets go empty.
7 Families Ć $300 each = $2,100
The Power of $5:Ā IfĀ 420 peopleĀ give justĀ $5, we secure our food for the coming weeks.
ā ļøĀ THE HARSH REALITY: We are facing aĀ forced, systematic starvation. Your support is our only shield.
ā Ā Transparency:Ā All donations will be documented and updated publicly once collected and transferred.
Please, donāt scroll away. We are running out of time.Ā ā³ š¢Ā REBLOG:Ā Break the blockade with your voice. šøĀ DONATE:Ā Every dollar gives an orphan or a cancer patient a chance to eat.
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šĀ SUPPORT OUR SURVIVAL HERE:Ā
I am Mohammed Matar, caring for orphaned children and my family in Gaza. Your suppā¦ Khaled Qattam needs your support for Emergency Help for
Check myĀ pinned postĀ for full verification of our 7 families. Thank you for seeing Israa as a child ā not just a number.
During the war, I lost my leg, and with it, my job and the life I knew. In an instant, everything changed. The hardest thing I face is no longer the painā¦ but the inability to move, to support myself and my family. Today, I need a prosthetic leg to help me stand again, to walk, to work, and to regain my dignity and independence. The cost of the prosthetic and treatment is far beyond my means in these difficult circumstances. Your donationāno matter how smallācould be a step toward a new life for me. It could be the reason I can walk again. Help me stand once more.
Help Ahmed Nasr Walk Again: A Urgent Call for Support My name is Ahmed Nasr, a young manā¦ Ahmed Nasr needs your support for Support me so I
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Deadline 11 March
Subject : Collecting money for my mother operation
Current process :
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Please, Iām begging you to take a moment to read this. š
My mother was admitted to the hospital yesterday in very serious condition. She is suffering from extreme abdominal pain, and the doctors told us she needs an urgent emergency surgery to save her life.
The cost of the surgery is $800, and for many people this might not seem like a large amount, but for our family right now it is something we simply cannot afford.
I am asking for your compassion and humanity. I am begging anyone who sees this to please help my mother. Any donation, no matter how small, could help save her life.
We only have 6 days to collect the money for the surgery. Time is running out, and I am terrified of losing the most important person in my life.
If you can help, please donate.
If you cannot donate, please share this message so it might reach someone who can.
Your kindness, your compassion, and your generosity could give my mother another chance to live.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who reads, shares, or helps. š
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i feel like a lot of fandoms pride themselves on being gayer than the source material but have they considered being less racist and less misogynistic than the source material as well . could be revolutionary
BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU
Skull of judgement am I evil for wanting to be loved
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Celebrating UžgavienÄs - lithuanian ritualistic holiday to scare winter away !
Animation to celebrate that.
ask not for whom poob has it
poob has it for thee
āThe Profound Bondā - A new romantic comedy starring Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins. When Federal Agent Dean Winchester gets paired with an angel as part of the Bureauās new Human-Angel Cooperation Initiative, the partnership seems less than ideal. Castiel is arrogant, painfully inept in the ways of normal human interaction, and less than stellar at routine questioning. But as time passes, the human and angel begin to find themselves growing less at odds and more endeared to each other. Loosely inspired by aescās Below Skyscrapers. (Watch on Youtube)
this is my fav thing ever!!
Fanfic below!
The chapel smelled of old wood, damp wool, and rosemary oil rubbed too many times into too few prayers. The pews were empty now. They always emptied quickly these days, like hope had learned how to walk away on its own.
Dean stayed behind.
The last hymn still rang in his ears, thin and trembling, sung by voices that did not quite believe the words anymore. He had watched them sing. Farmers with dirt under their nails. Mothers with hollow eyes. Men who smelled of whiskey and regret. All of them looking at him like he had answers tucked into his collar.
He did not.
The crucifix above the altar looked heavier lately. Christās ribs too sharp. His face too knowing.
Dean sank down, not gracefully, but hard, knees knocking against the old wood of the prayer rail. Pain flared bright and immediate, a mercy compared to the slow rot inside his chest. His fingers dug into the rosemary clutched in his fist, the beads biting into his palm. He bowed his head until his forehead touched the floorboards worn smooth by a hundred years of kneeling sinners.
āPlease,ā he whispered, voice breaking like bad glass. āI am not asking for much.ā
The words came out wrong. They always did lately.
Samās face rose unbidden in his mind. Fever-flushed, eyes too bright, body wasting away despite every prayer, every vigil, every saint invoked until Deanās tongue felt blasphemous just for moving. The sickness clung to his brother like a curse that had learned how to wait.
Dean pressed his fist to his mouth to keep from making a sound. Priests were not supposed to sob like this. Not on the floor. Not when the candles were still lit.
āI just need something,ā he said into the wood. āAnything. A sign. A whisper. A trick of the light!ā
Silence answered him, thick and pressing. The kind that crawled into your ears and made a home there.
Then the air changed.
It did not rush or thunder. It went still in a way that made Deanās skin prickle. The candle flames bent inward as if listening. The scent of rosemary turned sharp, almost metallic.
Dean lifted his head. For a moment he could not breathe.
Boots stood before him, scuffed and out of place against the altarās clean white cloth. A shadow stretched long and wrong across the floor, branching in shapes that did not match any human body.
Deanās breath hitched.
He followed the shadow upward and found a man standing there who looked like he had been assembled incorrectly. Wild dark hair stuck out at odd angles, as if gravity had given up on it. A trench coat hung off his shoulders like it had never been meant to fit anyone properly. And behind him, folding and unfolding with a soft, wet sound like feathers brushing bone, were wings.
They were black.
Not the sleek black of ravens or crows, but uneven, molting, feathers missing in places. They looked used. Wounded. Real in a way that made Deanās stomach twist.
Dean surged backward, scrambling to his feet, rosary raised like a weapon.Ā
This was not fear the way he understood it. His awe was so sharp it bordered on pain. His hands trembled violently, the beads clicking together in frantic prayer as he stared at the figure before him.
An angel.
The word landed in his mind with crushing weight.
Not the gentle figures from stained glass or the clean, golden messengers of scripture lessons. This being stood crookedly in the chapel, wings dragging shadows across the pews, feathers falling like black snow to the floor. The air around him felt wrong, too full, humming faintly as if the world itself were holding its breath.
Deanās knees weakened. He swallowed hard and bowed his head without thinking, instinct older than doubt forcing him down.
āI am sorry!ā he whispered. āI did not mean to call You improperly! I did not mean to test You!ā
~ To Be Continued š„
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Wattpad: pay me monthly š¤© and we will remove ads for you. also free offline stories I guess as long as you keep paying me. but we have censorship so keep your kinks to yourself. what we donāt have is tagging systems, so good luck trying to find what you want or avoiding what you donāt want to read lol
meanwhile AO3: so everything is free in our house. read whatever you want offline. also no ads. no capitalism. no censorship. be as wild as you want with your fics. also we have tagging systems so you can search or avoid any specific tags, pairings, relationships or characters. whatever you want.
Iām sorry but if youāre still complaining, you donāt realize how good you have it with AO3, one of the last platforms on the internet that is free of capitalism and censorship. just artists and writers creating and sharing their works with the community for free and for fun. just authentic love between artists, their works, characters, stories and audiences.
