Omg!! I’m So Honored To Be On A List With A These Talented Creators!!! Tysm! 🫶🫶🫶

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!

You guys shouldn’t be so judgemental of The Winchesters, it’s Jensen’s first fanfiction he’s trying his best

This isn’t a fix-it fic, but I started to decorate my door for st. Patty’s today! I got interrupted by class buttttt…

It will look better when it’s done, expo markers are just the bane of my existence.

Edit 1: if you recognize this, no you don’t. 🩷

Edit 2: Update!!

Rip my black expo marker. Let’s hope my neighbors don’t erase this one!! Happy (early) St. Patrick’s day!!

DBSBSUIEIEH BOKUTO WITH PLDER SISTERS BRAIN ROT IS BACK SHDHEIEI AS SOON AS IM NOT FIGHTING WITH DEBILITATING WRITERS BLOCK THERE WILL BE SO MUCH SHIT I HAVE TO SAY

something so important to me for no reason is that msby 4 all have siblings !! but also they must have WILDLY different sibling experiences and relationships. like atsumu is of course a twin, hinata is the an older bro, bokuto is such a younger girl brother, and this isn't really confirmed but i always think sakusa's older siblings have a big age gap with him. so sometimes one of them will be like "only people with siblings understand" and they'll all collectively agree. but sometimes one of them will be like "oh you guys have siblings you get it right" and the others are like what the actual fuck are you talking about. like atsumu's the type to be like "lol me and samu chased each other around w a knife yk sibling things ! " or mention twin telepathy and the others are like no what. hinata is the only one who gets what it's like to be an older sibling (atsumu interjects that he does too since he's the older twin but he's full of shit). bokuto and sakusa being so obviously the youngest child. atsumu knowing absolutely nothing about women and bokuto knowing the most.

THIS SAVES ME SO MUCH GRIEF OMG

So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

Want more writerly content? Follow maxkirin.tumblr.com!

Like I understand what it’s trying to say and what it’s portraying, but where I struggle with phrases like “he growled” or “his eyes darkened” is picturing it in my head. Like I understand in context what it means, and I can even get a general idea of what it should look like, but I have a hard time like identifying it irl, ig? Like I can’t think of an instance when I heard a man growl in real life, but I do realize that the author doesn’t literally mean he’s growling like a dog. Not can I picture a familiar face with their eyes darkened. I do understand that the writer doesn’t intend for me to imagine the character’s eyes literally darkening in color (I don’t think??) but that it is intended to express an intensity (and usually heady desire) in the character’s expression.

I’m so sorry but in the nicest way possible do yall actually read books or just read words??? Cause I’ve been seeing that trend of people not understanding how “snarled” and “eyes darkened” and “eyes softened” etc. was used in a book and like…

Genuinely, do yall just not have imagination?? Or not understand figurative language??? Also eyes do literally darken and soften have you not lived a life??? How do you read with no imagination? Is this how you get through so many books in one month - you simply don’t take the time the understand the words as they are read?

As we reach the edge of camp, the awkward hush fell back over our party’s usual loud, tittering banter. Huffing, I finally come to terms with the rest of the party has finally come to the same conclusion that I’ve kept to myself for nearly nine months now, Kyle was replaced, by what is likely a changeling, but the thing is, whatever whomever has replaced him is so much more enjoyable to be around, and a much better team player. Not to mention they’re ten times more efficient than Kyle ever was. But, it’s time to have the conversation I’ve been avoiding all this time. Grabbing “Kyle” gently by the shoulder, I stop us on the outskirts of our camp.

“Hang on a minute, Kyle. There’s, uh, something I’ve been avoiding talking to you about, but I… uh… I think it’s time to rip the bandages off, you know?”

“I really don’t… Ayelleshya, is everything okay?”

“Well, it’s just,” I sigh, bracing myself for the conversation. “I’m just going to be blunt, but you gotta let me get through everything, and I mean my whole spiel, before you jump to conclusions, or get mad, or anything. Do we have a deal?”

“I.. well, it really sounds like I don’t have a choice, but… we have a deal.”

“Good. So, uh, I guess I’ll just dive in. So, I realized a while ago that you’ve been acting kind of uh… out of character.” I hesitate, trying to gauge the reaction on Kyle’s face. “But I think the rest of the party has finally caught on and I just… well, Ithinkthatyoumightnotactuallybekyleanymoreandijustwantedtosaythatthatstottallyokayandweactuallypreferyoutokyleandifyouwantedtojustbeyouinsteadofhavingtopretendtobehimthatdbeokaywithusandillevenhelpyouwiththetranditionifyouneed!”

“What was that last part?” Kyle’s face twists with confusion, while his voice lets out the kindest version of confusion I’ve ever seen from him.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself, “So I think that you might not actually be Kyle, but that’s okay because we totally prefer you to him, and if you just wanted to present as yourself or as not-Kyle, we’d be okay with that, and I’d be more than happy to help you with that transition however I can…” I trail off, not sure what else to say.

“Oh…”

My throat seems to seal itself shut as I choke on my anxiety, nervous that I’ve hurt not-Kyle’s feelings. Mentally scrambling for something to say as damage control, I stare at them dumbly, opening my mouth only to shut it as they speak again.

“Thank God!!! I was dying pretending to be such a worthless asshole all the time! I mean, it’s just so not me!” Not-Kyle babbles, shifting into their own skin with a flash, and offering their hand for a shake, “the name’s Chatelle, I’m a changeling from New Port Harbor.”

“It’s nice to finally formally meet you, Chatelle!” I greet with an excited grin, delighted at the way that Chatelle lights up in their own skin, “might I ask what pronouns you use? I want to make sure I reintroduce our newest addition to the party correctly!”

“Oh! I use any pronouns, but if it’s easier to just pick one, they/them works perfectly fine! I’m so excited!! I’ve been so stressed with how this has been so obviously messing with the group vibe!!”

Through a series of events you find out that your party members have all been replaced by a mimic, a skinwalker, a changeling, and a shapeshifter. You don’t bring up that you know this however as they’re a lot nicer and more efficient then the ones they replaced.

Hi all! This blog aims to encourage the exchange of creative works for donations to support Gaza.

˗ˏˋ CREATORS SIGN UP VIA THIS GFORM ˎˊ˗

NAVIGATION

↳ Introduction post

↳ How to participate

↳ Vetted fundraisers

↳ Creator masterlist

↳ Frequently asked questions

↳ Tags and content warnings

‼️ THIS WEEK’S CREATOR SPOTLIGHT ‼️

OTHER NOTES

↳ Check out palestinecharitycommissionassoc, the Palestine Charity Commission Association blog which links vetted fundraisers, as well as palestinian-fundraising. GazaFunds is also a resource to find vetted GoFundMes, when you click that website they will randomly select a vetted gofundme that you can donate to.

↳ While this effort is currently targeted toward fanfic authors, fanartists are also welcome to join. We can follow the same structure as the writing requests!

↳ For tracking purposes, there is a form here that you can submit once any donations are made in support of your writing. We’re operating on the honor system, and while it’s not required for you to update, it’d be nice for us to have a running total!

↳ Check out Gotcha for Gaza for other fandom events happening on Twitter and Tumblr!

˗ˏˋ MONEY RAISED SO FAR IN USD: $1,571 ˎˊ˗

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.

The Bad Days

Dean Winchester, who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, who is self-sacrificial, who hides his anguish between snarky sarcastic jokes and a flirty, I-know-I'm-hot smirk, who is protective and loyal to those he loves to a fault, is not immune to bad days. In fact, Dean has them frequently, but the bad days, and I mean the really bad days, where the weight he holds and tries to shoulder alone finally comes crashing down on him, and all he can think about are the people he couldn't save, and the people he thinks he's failed all flash through his mind, and all the ways he's let down the people that matter most to him are all that he can see when he takes in his desolate reflection, are the days that he falters, and the days where he needs you the most. Those days that he pushes everyone away the most, those are the bad days I'm talking about.

Sometimes they'll start off ordinarily, or as ordinarily as a day in the life of a Winchester, or of a hunter, can. Those are the days when the angish sneaks below his feet, circling in the shadows and ensnaring him on Sam's pointed jab, or a flash of deja-vu as he catches a glimpse of a face that looks like someone he couldn't save. The days that start off mundane for Dean are the ones where the hair trigger could be anything from a misinterpreted joke, to a hunt gone sour, could send him into a spiral that would take even the strongest archangel out of commission for months at a time. Other times, the days will start with a heart-stopping jolt, with a cold sweat drenching the back of his shirt. On days when his morning starts with a anxiety-riddled, gasp as he stretches his arm across the bed, desperate to find the grounding comfort of your sleeping form beside him, he is surly and mean, and does everything in his power to isolate himself and push everyone away. Not out of a vindictive anger, but out of a deep-rooted self-loathing that makes him believe that he deserves this pain, that he deserves to be forgotten, abandoned, and hated by the people he holds dearest.

These are the days where he needs you most. Don't get me wrong, he wants you, and needs you every day, but when he's in a spiral, on the days where even basic kindness seems like something he doesn't even deserve to dream about, these are the days that he needs all of your love and concern. All of the worry that he teasingly tells you is wasted on a strong man like him, that he gets into shouting matches with Sam and Castiel over because damnit he is not an incapable child!

So on days like that, hold him a little tighter. Dote on him a little more. Tell him that you love him, and that he deserves kindness and love and he is not evil, hell he's not even bad. Remind him that for every mistake he's made, he's fixed a hundred others, and for every person he feels he's failed, he's save a thousand more.

On days when Dean Winchester feels like the world would be better off had he never been born, remind him how glad you are that he was. Remind him of how loved he is, and cuddle a little closer to him, and pretend not to notice the way your shirt grows damp when he buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally lets himself feel, lets himself cry.