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call that pussy castiel the way it got me moaning and screaming

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accidentally ate god's primordial beasts

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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On the 11th of March, I went into the urgent care for an unknown mass in my abdomen, one that was causing discomfort and pain. After concerns were raised, they wanted to do a CT scan on the mass to try and discern whether it was cause for concern or not. Repeatedly throughout the process, I asked if this was covered by my insurance. They assured me that most insurances do cover this, especially if there is pain associated with it.

My insurance does not cover this. I am a junior in college, I work a full-time job on top of classes, and I live completely alone. I have never once in my whole college career taken out loans, because I have wanted to avoid having to pay it off for a really long time. And in a single day, the single thing I've been working my ass off to avoid came crashing down on me because of a for-profit hospital, pain I couldn't control because of a lipoma, and greedy insurance companies with absolutely no leeway.

I'm from a family of very proud Mexicans; it takes a great amount of pride-swallowing to even be asking for help. And I knew top surgery was a long ways away, but it feels like with this bill of 6,300 dollars it's going to be so much longer, especially in the midst of everything else going on.

Any help would be greatly appreciated.

LINK.

gofundme does also take a cut of every donation if i remember correctly, so if you'd prefer to donate directly to me i do also have a venmo and a cashapp that you can send things to. gfm has an option to "add offline donations" so if sent through those, i'll add them to the gfm so every donation is accurate and current.

cashapp:

venmo:

Thank you so much for listening.

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we owe the supernatural people on tumblr so much actually. that show was so mean to them and they're still so fucking funny about it. i think jared padalecki should be in jail forever

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is this the test run to see if they can stand each other enough to do a reboot

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JACK AGAIn im thinking of turning this into a me and the devil animation thing

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4x20 The Rapture / 14x19 Jack in the Box

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making dog jack a purse dog. he would hate it but i would love it

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btw now is the best time to keep boycotting. the israeli economy has never been weaker. don't stop the protests or the demands for divestment. keep supporting organisations like the Hind Rajab Foundation and the Accountability Archive. ofc don't stop boosting and donating to Palestinians as Gaza is still uninhabitable.

enjoy this moment but the work has not ended

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Rb with you favorite Castiel picture

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throwaway lines in supernatural implying the saddest shit like dean going out and hiding easter eggs at a shitty roadside motel and telling sam that the easter bunny visited up until sam was eleven and a half and naturally stopped believing in it.

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Today, Jack tries eggnog and immediately spits it out, distaste clear in the twisting of their face. Sam and Dean shrug, continuing with their slightly more festive twist on getting drunk and playing boardgames.

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Dear friends,💥❤️‍🩹

I am Ahmad, and I live in Gaza where the situation is becoming more difficult day by day. With the ongoing devastating war, I need your help. 🙏Can you participate in supporting my family and providing our basic needs for food, water, and shelter? 🥫💧🏠 Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a big difference in our lives. ❤️If you are ready to help, please contact me or visit the link below for more information.Thank you for your support during these tough times. 🙌

please look through ahmad's blog and what i have reblogged as well

we can help!

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💔😭 A Cry for Help: A Family on the Brink of Disaster in Gaza! 🚨🆘

My name is Ahmad Muneer Al-Anqer, a 33-year-old man and father of four innocent children: Qusai (12 years old) 👦, Jouri (7 years old) 👧, Mohammed (4 years old) 👶, and Adam (9 months old) 🍼. We are now trapped in a terrifying nightmare after losing everything we owned in a single moment! 💔💔💥

A Night of Destruction…💣🔥

Imagine this: it was a night that seemed like any other, my children’s laughter filled the house, and our hearts beat with love and hope. Suddenly, the ground shook beneath our feet 💥💣, and we heard a sound like thunder… then an eerie silence. Everything was over! 😱💔 Shells exploded everywhere, the walls of our home collapsed over our heads 🏠💣, and the deafening sounds mingled with the screams of my children 😭😢. We crawled out from under the rubble with battered bodies and terrified hearts, running through the smoke and debris, searching for safety 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️. Our home, once full of life, is now a heap of ashes. 😔💔

Unbearable Suffering…😥😫

Since that fateful moment, we’ve been living in an ongoing nightmare. My children no longer know what safety means. Qusai and Jouri cry every night 😭💔, hiding from the sound of explosions, asking me: “Why are we living in this hell?” 🔥💣 And I stand powerless before their tears. Mohammed, who used to run and play, now sits in a corner, frightened, refusing to leave my side 😢. As for little Adam, he has never known the taste of comfort or a good night’s sleep 🥺💤. Even his innocent laughter has become a thing of the past.

Hunger, Thirst, and Slow Death…🍞💧💊

We are now homeless 🏚️, without food 🍽️, and without clean water 💧. My children go to bed hungry and in pain, waking up each morning with only remnants of hope 😞😣. We are caught between life and death ⚠️⚰️. Our strength has collapsed, our health is deteriorating, and we struggle daily to get even the bare necessities 🥖💧. My wife and I are in desperate need of both physical and psychological treatment 💊🩺, but how can we access it? Everything seems distant, everything is far away… even survival itself. 😔

There’s No Time to Hesitate… Our Lives Are in Your Hands! 🙏💖

This plea is not just words; it’s a cry from a desperate heart 🆘💔. Every passing minute brings us closer to an even greater disaster ⏳⚠️. Your donation today will not only rebuild our home 🏠, but it will also rebuild our lives 💞. It will help us feed our starving children 🍞👧👦, provide them with clean water 💧, and perhaps restore the safety they have lost. 🕊️

Your donation today could save us from falling into the abyss 🆘😢. Don’t wait; every second counts in our lives. ⏰💡

Help us survive, help us give our children a new chance. Your donation now can be the lifeline that saves us from drowning. 🆘🙏💔

Donate now, and don’t let this family continue its fall into despair! 💔⚠️🙏