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Cassandra’s parents: “Awww who’s a sweet little girl? Who’s a nice, cute, sweet little girl???

20-year-old student Ozge Can was raped, brutally murdered and her body was burned by 3 men. Happy Valentine’s Day from Turkey.

i am so fucking angry right now i don’t even know what to say i just want to smash a chair against the wall.

This is Özgecan Aslan. Look at her beauty. Look into her eyes. She was 20 years old.  She was a student at the Cag University was studying psycholigie. After her friend got out, she was the last person in a little bus like this

The bus driver. His SON. Their friend. This is beyond perverticity. Look at this picture

This is one of the killers. Look at his filthy face. Do you see the scratches ? I think you know where they come from. She tried to defend herself.

i don’t really want to say more because i am seriously angry about this. She got raped. She was burned. She got her hands cutted of. She got throwen into a river. Fuck this. Fuck live. I don’t want to live in sorrow. I don’t want to cry for women who got raped. I don’t want to stay awake for the whole night thinking of a women who got killed by her husband. I don’t want to live like that. I don’t want to fear man like they were monsters or something like that. I don’t want to live under mens rules. I wan’t to live free. I want to be myself. Rest in peace dear Özgecan. You didn’t deserve this. I hope those filthy men will get their punishment. I hope it even if the justice in turkey is shit. I hope they will. last pictures i wanted to share with you. Özges mother and father (i’m so sad and so sorry for them)

No one will forget this. 

Heya guys! I wanted to say how grateful I am to have this many followers, i know I can be a real handful sometimes and you have no idea how much you guys have helped me. So, I wanted to do something for ya’ll to show my gratitude. 

Here’s my art tag.

Rules:

Must be following me, I will check and if you feel like unfollowing afterwards I don’t really mind.

Only reblogs count and you can do that as much as you like, just don’t annoy your followers, yeah?

I may or may not check your blog to see if you’re an asshole.

I will pick 3 winners using a random number generator. 

Please keep your inbox open so I can inform you.

Giveaway ends on February 28th

Prizes:

First Winner- Full colored and shaded drawings, up to 3 characters that can be together or separate can request anything from a chibi to a full body.

Second Winner- Full colored and shaded drawings up to 2 characters that can be together or separate. »Chibi, Headshot or Bust 

Third Winner- Full colored and shaded drawing of one character. »Chibi or Headshot

My name is Meg, I’m 16 years old and everyday I fight a rare genetic disease called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. The disease is on a spectrum and sadly I have an extremely severe form of the illness.

I am in desperate need of brain/spinal surgery. Over the past year, my brain has started sinking and causing serious pressure, my spine is collapsing and my windpipe is closing. Without this surgery, I will most likely not live to see my 17th birthday. My main blog is here and as you will see i spend all day every day helping people I have never met. Now I am asking for you to do the same.

I earn money through placing sda (read backwards) on my blog. If you would have the heart to go to my blog, click the ‘shuffle’ button 10/15 times, click the da (read backwards) and keep that tab open for a few minutes, it would help me so much. All the money goes towards surgery and medical equipment. If you would like to help in a more direct way, my boyfriend has created a gofundme here that takes donations - all the money goes to my surgery. 

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday. 

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.