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Hello,👋

I am Noor, a mother of three children from Gaza. The war has destroyed our home and our lives, and my children live in constant fear and deprivation. Every day is a struggle for survival.

I kindly ask you to share my story. Your help could restore our hope and open a new door to life for us.

Please, be our voice in this difficult time.

🙏🌷

Many prayers for your family at this time!

Baby pls. Like what size ring you wear? What type of designs do you like? What’s our wedding date?

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

Last night, I dreamt that I accidentally started a trend called the Geezler. In the dream I made a joke post about having to sleep with my feet covered no matter how hot it is bc otherwise the Geezler will mess with my toes *ambiguous yet threatening vibes*. Anyway, this grows into a trend called the Geezler challenge (sleeping with your feet uncovered) which spirals into a real thing where people are being attacked by the Geezler across the globe.

I woke up in a cold sweat, panicked shooting down my back to the feeling of something messing with my feet. I nearly cried from how sacred I was… that was until I opened my eyes to see my bother’s cat, playing with one of her stuffed mice on my feet. She somehow managed to get into my room (likely squeezed under the doorframe??) and was tormenting me in my dream world with her mouse toy. What a way to wake up.

Beware the Geezler:

If the very touch of him corrupts, then Castiel was willing to let his very grace, his very being corrupt and corrode his entire self. He remembers the agony from which he grasped him from, pulling Dean from the chains of perdition. He remembers the sting and the burn, of their first meeting that drove the demon blade into his vessel’s form, and as he gazed into the eyes that he so carefully rebuilt, and saw the man whose body he rebuilt to contain the soul that shouldered and sacrificed so much for those he cared for, that was so willing to die and follow the every command of his father, and he knew he would endure that pain a thousand more times and much more, just to protect, aid, and love that tormented soul of the man before him. He knew as he watched him shoulder the weight of the apocalypse, the weight of the guilt of his role in bringing it, and knew that he would do everything in his power to relieve any of that burden that he could, and he would leave no plan unmade. Cas was willing to live, loving Dean from a distance, even though all he wanted was for the loving, kind, self-deprecating man to know how dear he was to him. Cas loved him so much, that he knew the only way that the darkness could come to claim his existence and pull him into eternal rest was to just share an admission of that love with him. He loved Dean so much, that even in the face of eternal death, he experienced true happiness just in the simple act of confessing his love to the man who had held his heart in his bloody, calloused, war-torn hands since Cas had rebuilt his physical body with the same careful, loving consideration that his father had used when Dean was knit together in Mary’s womb all those years before.

There’s something so devastatingly beautiful in that love. In their love.

“the very touch of you corrupts, when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost” yeah i’m gonna need you to never speak again

Years have passed, and you no longer write letters to Santa, but still the peculiar, one of a kind gifts keep arriving. The gifts range from opulent jewelry that has a tendency to grow warm, and sometimes even white-hot, at random intervals to small seemingly custom-made stuffed animals of nightmarish creatures turned cute and cuddly. Every year, six gifts come, wrapped in a glowing, reddish paper that was always warm to the touch, just for you, labeled in number order: 60-66. And every year, you and your family ponder who the gifts are from, and if your family should be concerned. This year, as you sit around the tree, the gifts arrive, as usual, but something is different. This year, each parcel of unknown origin is still wrapped with care in the same, ever warm, glowing wrapping, but this time, the boxes are numbered differently. The first is labeled 66.1, and they follow in order with the last labeled 66.6, and that one has a key tied into the center of the large box with a lavish bow. The key is an intricate skeleton key, forged in a reddish metal, blackened by either time or design. Its artfully carved handle looks alive, with its winding serpent-like design, and the gems inlaid at the center of the winding mass, that form an eye. As you go about your Christmas morning traditions, the eye seems to follow you as you bask in the joyful holiday, the ever-present gaze of the key blanketing you in a strange sense of security. Eventually, you get to the special, almost reverent, moment of privacy that you partake in every Christmas morning. You collect the six warm boxes, and bring them into your room, settling onto the lush rug that you had received from your unknown proprietor in a Christmas long since past. You murmur your thanks to the kindness of whatever stranger offers you these gifts, and sit staring at them all at once unnerved by the change, and oddly comforted by the key’s watchful eye. As you sit, your feelings about the strange gifts at odds with one another, curiosity leaps at its chance to take the reins. So, you reach out, and carefully lift the first box, drawing its warmth into your awaiting lap, fighting the urge to draw the familiar warmth into you, much like a child would with a teddy bear. Running your hands across the familiar wrapping, you find the tapeless edge, and slide your fingers under the lip. With a gentle tug the warm paper gives way, and you find the same wooden frame, carved by deft hands into arching landscapes of a far off land that no amount of research can locate. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you see the artistry, your fingers reliving the comforting texture of each stroke of the craftsman’s blade. Opening the box, you find the gift, as thoughtful and unique as ever, and murmur your thanks to your anonymous friend. You repeat the process, each gift just as unique and ornate as the last, until you get to 66.6. This box was different from all the others that had come before it. This box's carvings were just as unique as all the others, but the landscape on each side arched and twisted until it gave way to a castle. One with a threatening throne, and a several devastatingly gorgeous men and women perched about the thrones on each side. The box itself felt… different. Something about it made your chest ache, like a fresh heartbreak, but that pain was mixed with a yearning for something you couldn't quite place. Before opening the box, you survey the gifts bestowed on you by your mysterious benefactor.

Should I continue this? Because I definitely have more planned… (read written) I just hit the text limit hehehe…

When you were a child, you accidentally wrote a letter to Satan instead of Santa. Now, every year for christmas you get presents from the lord of hell himself.

I respect everyones right to have what they want on their blog but everyone who hasn’t opted in to Halloween boop

Reblogging w credit bc I am, in fact going to be using these!! 🫶🫶

FYI, y'all have my blanket permission to spam me with as many boops as you need to get those cute badges :3

Guys my jjk brainrot is killing me, but I’m so far behind in everything else that I don’t have time to write rn I’m so sorry

Found this on an old post by a seemingly-deleted account and it is my very honest reaction:

No bc I've only had tkdb for like 3 weeks and I've been inactive for the last two (life, uhg) and I just got to the chapter where Lyca is put into Obscuary and I already adore him.. he's just a dude I just love him so much AHHHGH

no you don't understand i literally ADORE them.