#Free the animal

[severussnapedamagedlove]

Free the Animal: XI - The Chains of Feyd

If you like this ⬇

and this ⬆

with a little mix of this too ⬇

some of that too ⬆

THEN READ THIS DUNE/FEYD-RAUTHA FIC ⬇⬇

[beatonen]

Hahahaha So the last update was in 2017....... The epilogue finally arrived! Part 1 anyway. And it's a big one! Lol

I've been working on this on and off since 2017... Part 2 will come.... Eventually lmao

In the meantime, enjoy!

[nuclear-smash]

I think this might be my new magnum opus

[pinkpunkdotpng]

I CAN'T STOP THINKING OF THIS STUPID FUCKING DELETED SCENE

THIS ONE

[alpha-beta-gamer]

Bye Sweet Carole is a hand-animated horror game inspired by classic Disney movies.

Wishlist Bye Sweet Carole on Steam

[antennatoheaven]

[booasaur]

God, Palestinians can't have anything

I've often seen this person's posts pop up, he's known for the number of cats he feeds, even before this, hence the username. The other day, I remember seeing that pic of him and that tiny little puppy on the beach and being cheered up by it. It's just so sad... they literally can't have anything.

If anyone wants to help this man, he has links for both an evacuation gofundme and PayPal to help feed the cats:

[nesmamomen]

🚨CALL FOR HUMANITY DO NOT IGNORE YOU CAN SAVE A CHILD'S LIFE‼️

I have lost more than 30 members of my family.I don't want to lose anyone else .All I have left is Lolo, the only survivor. I do not know what her future will be like without her father and her life as an orphan. Please, any amount will save the rest of my family.Please help my family survive these massacres & this war.The crossing will open at any moment.I have to register my family to travel. There's not much time

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[i-am-aprl]

For 153 days, we’ve seen Palestinians taking care of not only fellow humans by sharing food with each other, helping save people from under the rubble, carrying random bloody strangers to hospitals, and lending a helping hand at any given, but we’ve also seen them, constantly, taking care of animals during the genocide.

[severussnapedamagedlove]

Dinner and Diatribes - Feyd Story Update

Free the Animal is updated with another sparking chapter called Dinner and Diatribes after the beloved Hozier song.

Please read my newest chapter!

Below will be a sneak peak ;)

A formal meal was announced later that day. I’d been lounging around after being measured for new garments when the message came through.  It addressed me directly. I was given instructions to dress formal.

As royal consort, decorum is paramount. As is your attendance.

Oh was it?

Was I a slave bent to his will?

Well, yes, but he’d made me a lady. A lady of House Harkonnen. I did not have to do as a mere slip of paper demanded.

When Vishti arrived later to help me dress, I sent them away.

They did not like it.

“No, my lady. Na-Barons will be very angry.”

“If I am a lady, I’ll start acting like one,” I declared. “Now go. Don’t be here when he comes looking. He’ll kill you.”

They held the pink robe dress meant for the dinner. “It is easy. Not take long.” Dark wrinkled hands ran along the front. “So pretty.”

“Vishti, leave. Now”

There was dismay in their eyes, but they bowed in their exit.

I was done with the whole charade! He won. The punishment was too much for me to withstand.

His game was won. I showed my limit, the limit he tried so hard to find. Now it was time for it to end.

Either my attendance does not matter so it is forgotten about, or he can release me from this prison as he wished.

But I was not an animal to be paraded around his hoity advisers and nobility as if some amusement for their entertainment. Dressed up in their garments as if I was a monster, same skin as they. It was an insult to who I was. It insulted every piece inside me.

Feyd was welcome to kill me now. I was not attending his pathetic pandering party.

I waited. Patiently.

Well, as patiently as I could pretend to be.

The time it took for the dinner to start was agony. It was wasted. My life could have ended and spared me the torture of the wait. Everything was torture. This planet, this place, this na-Baron.

If only I had been picked for slaughter as the other survivors had. I waited and waited. One by one, they were picked for demise while I remained trapped inside a prison. I listened to their screams. I heard the deaths in all squishy foul sounds they made.

One I saw with my very own eyes.

It was the last prisoner housed in the cell with me. A young mechanic, about fifteen or so. He had springy black curls with a pair of sharp grey eyes. We huddled together in those cold, dirty dungeons. The meager portions we were given split between us, evenly. I once vomited my portion, and he gave me his.

I’d not known him on the planet. Only in imprisonment had we met, but he became all I had at a time where I valued connections.

I lost him last of all. Before I was left alone to withstand the torture of wait in those dank dungeons.

The red river that ran from below the cell door that day still haunts me. I see it, some nights, in dreams.

Guards took him in the night. I’d tried to push them off, but they knocked me back. It was so hard that my vision went dark a moment and my head throbbed.

His sudden scream - the moment the door closed. It is etched in my mind.

I relive it - moments when I feel weak and weary. I remember what it means to die under Harkonnen rule.

Why I was forced to live with the names of fourteen people now deceased while I carried on with the memory of their brutal deaths fueled me forward in my mission. I was the last. Death was meant to me. Too soon, just the same as the ones who were stolen, killed for selfish reasons, or no reason at all.

A roar boomed down the hall. Thundering boots descended.

The doors of my chamber were wretched back so hard they hit the walls behind them. 

Feyd stormed into the room. “You’re late.”

“I’m not going,” I said flatly

“I do not dine without my full house and my full house has a lady.”

“I’m not a real lady! None of this is real. I am a liar, a fake. This punishment has bested me. I lose. I am punished. I give up.” “Punishment?” Feyd spat. “You do not know the meaning of the word punishment!” He screamed it now. The very room filled with darkness. Glasses rattled. Impending violence surged through the air. Just as I wanted.

[karamalmadhoun0]

Stop, please don't skip ✋

A small donation can make a big difference 🍉

I am Karam from Gaza, I am 20 years old. I am standing before you, I need your help to save the lives of me and my family from the war of genocide‼️

We are a family of five people. Our house was destroyed and I am homeless, and now we need your help to reach our goal as quickly as possible.

We have been displaced several times due to the destruction of our house, and now I live in a very small tent that is not suitable for living in due to the extreme heat and the spread of insects and diseases 💔

It is difficult for me to find words to describe what we face every day in Gaza: no food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness and psychological pressure.

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[ballbrain]

FREE PALESTINE / END THE GENOCIDE ON GAZA

This piece was made to show support for Palestinians. This mountain gazelle was created with the colors of the flag and the meaningful patterning of the keffiyeh. 

[lemonmatronics]

Abdallah is an under appreciated hero in Palestine doing everything he can to care for and feed the animals around him.

Despite the horrible situation the Palestinian people are in, so many of them are taking care of animals just as much as their fellow humans. If you have anything to give, please consider donating to his PayPal and help him care for these innocent beings.

If you are unable to donate then please PLEASE reblog and share. He is a very kind soul and grateful for all the support he gets

He genuinely does everything he can for them, do at least the bare minimum for him.

[hasangaza]

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I need your help

Donate to me, even if just a little. Share the donation link among your friends. Do not stop supporting us if you love Gaza and Palestine

Your support and donation to me will be a dose of hope for me and my family

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[strangeracrossthestreet]

credits for the images:

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[huda-yousef]

Save What’s Left of My Family in Gaza

Donation Link

In the heart of Gaza, where daily life has become a constant challenge amidst the siege and continuous bombing, we experienced unforgettable moments, filled with love and hope despite the pain. This is my story, and the story of my family, which may not differ from hundreds of other families in Gaza, but it holds special memories that will forever be etched in our minds.

Yazan, my dear nephew, was always a symbol of courage and joy in our family. Since childhood, he loved to wear his elegant blue suit, always made sure his hair was neatly styled, and smiled at the world as if to tell us that tomorrow would be better. On the day of a family member’s wedding, Yazan stood proudly beside us, radiating happiness, sharing his smiles with everyone, as if he knew that these moments would be among the last memories we would have of him. Just a few days later, in a merciless airstrike, we lost Yazan. He left us while dreaming of a tomorrow filled with peace and joy, leaving behind a void and indescribable pain.

As for Suheir, my beloved niece, she is the sun that rises in our lives every day. Suheir is still with us, full of life and hope, dreaming of wearing her white dress on her special day and living a life filled with joy and success. Despite the harsh circumstances, Suheir carries the spirit of childhood and is the source of hope that we cling to amidst all this pain. Every time I see her, I feel that life still offers us a chance to witness its beauty and happiness.

We lost Yazan, but we thank God that Suheir is still with us. She is a symbol of hope and resilience. Although life has become more difficult and harsh, I believe there is always light at the end of the tunnel. We have endured these bitter experiences together as a family, but we still carry in our hearts a passion for life, seeking safety and the opportunities that can grant us a new beginning.

For this reason, I have launched a fundraising campaign to help my family escape this harsh reality. My goal is to secure a better future for those of us who remain, especially the children who deserve to live their lives without fear of bombings and airstrikes. All I ask for is a chance to give them a future filled with peace and opportunities, far from wars and destruction.

With hope and faith, I ask everyone who reads these words to contribute to our cause. Together, we can build a better future for our children, keep Yazan’s memory alive as a symbol of courage and hope, and continue to support Suheir so that she can live the life she dreams of, filled with safety and happiness.

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