"I hope you’re always in good health and wellness. My dear beloved, I swear to you, I’m in great need of buying the rest of the nylon and wood to prepare the tent for the cold weather. I’m in urgent need of $50, please, my love — you’ve always been generous with me. Save my children from the cold, I swear it’s more important to me than food. Wishing you always good health and wellness. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️
My name is Ahmed Abdul-Jawad and here's my story.
In t… Imadeddin Shaheen needs your support for Donate to help rebuild home &
If I don’t pay $100, I will be evicted and will have no place to go, and my children will be left homeless in this brutal war.
Please save me — you have always been merciful with me.
I love you; you are everything beautiful in my life.
I swear you always save me from every crisis.
May you always be well, my beloved heart and soul.
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✅️Vetted✅️ by association through @ayoosh-gaza77 (vetted alternate link). Proof under cut.
medicine is a huge concernas of Sep 2 (see below cut )
Making a more scroll-friendly post to boost them as their latest post is not scroll-friendly.
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A kilo of flour costs 20$, a kilo of sugar 15$,
Oil 20$, and vegetables are also very expensive. We cannot even make a salad; it costs a plate 30$."
There is no cooking fuel. Wood is used but is still expensive
The tent has deteriorated and is no longer habitable due to environmental factors.
Life has become very difficult.
The Occupation has systematically destroyed every social infrastructure that makes civil society possible, whether it be healthcare, food systems, or education. They've targeted schools, hospitals, businesses, and every person who supports their community through their profession.
Rana and Ahmed (@ranafam11) are educators from Khan Younis, with Rana as a statistics professor at the Islamic University of Gaza and Ahmed as the principal of his school: both institutions have now been destroyed.
Flowerpawarts has compiled a huge list of similar artists providing incentives for vetted.
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may 12: 5 YEAR OLD OMAR BROKE HIS LEG
❤️❤️My love, my heart and soul, I swear to you I am suffering so much from the high cost of living that is almost killing me and my children. I am struggling badly with the high cost of medicine, which is more important to me than food. My children go to sleep crying from the pain of hunger and illness. Please, I beg you, donate even $40 so I can buy medicine. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
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Whumpee and friends are going through a cave or something like that, and as they follow their friends from behind, the floor gives way under them and Caretaker and they fall in.
Caretaker managed to escape the fall unscathed when they landed. Whumpee, however, broke their arm/leg/whatever and can't move. So Caretaker has to carry Whumpee through an unknown part of the cave/etc, and maybe fight monsters/bandits/etc along the way too.
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Jack Kline x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1169
Warnings: Breaking a leg
Y/N: Your Name
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I always knew that hunting with the Winchesters meant two things: 1. Something would go wrong, and 2. You’d be lucky if you walked away bleeding instead of broken. I just hadn’t expected both.
The abandoned steel mill sat like a corpse at the edge of town, rusted beams clawing at the night sky. The place reeks of oil, blood, and wet fur- the unmistakable scent of werewolves that hadn’t bothered hiding themselves. Dean checked his gun for the third time.
“Alright. Pack of four, maybe five if the intel’s wrong. Full moon’s tomorrow night, so they’ll be stronger, faster, and uglier than usual.”
Sam nodded, tightening the strap of his knife sheath. “We split up. Flush them toward the loading floor.”
Jack stood a little apart from them, shoulders tense, eyes bright. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides like he was holding himself together by force alone. I noticed. I always did. I stepped closer, brushing her fingers against his knuckles.
“Hey,” I murmured. “You okay?”
Jack turned to me immediately, concern flooding his face.
“I don’t like this place.” He admitted. “It feels… wrong.”
Dean snorted. “Kid, that’s every place we go.”
Jack didn’t smile.
Sam glances between them.
“Stick close.” He told me. “You see anything off, you call it.”
I smirked faintly. “Since when do I not?”
But Jack’s eyes stayed locked on me, like he was memorizing the shape of me in the low light. Like he was afraid to blink.
The first werewolf attacked without warning. One second the mill was quiet- too quiet- and the next there was a blur of motion, a snarl tearing through the air. I barely had time to raise my blade before claws raked across my jacket, throwing me backward.
“Y/N!” Jack shouted.
Dean fired, the shot echoing as the werewolf shrieked and bolted deeper into the building.
“Alright, that’s our cue.” Dean growled.
We moved fast after that. The pack came at us in waves- snapping teeth, flashing claws, yellow eyes burning in the dark. I fought shoulder to arm with Sam, blade slick with blood, adrenaline roaring in my ears. I ducked under a swing, stabbing upward, twisted hard.
One down.
But there were too many. A werewolf slammed into me from the side, sending me skidding across the concrete. I rolled, came up on one knee, and froze as another one barreled toward me from the stairwell above. Jack saw it happen.
Time fractured.
“Y/N!” He screamed.
The werewolf hit me like a freight train. I felt hands- too strong to be human- grab my jacket and throw. The world flipped, then gravity took over. I tumbled down the metal stairs, body slamming against steps, pain blooming white-hot in my leg as I landed hard at the bottom in a heap. I screamed. The sound ripped through Jack like a blade. Something inside him snapped.
Dean barely had time to register the shift in the air before it happened. The lights overhead burst, glass raining down like stars. The werewolves froze mid-motion, snarls twisting into confusion, and then fear. Jack stood at the top of the stairs, his eyes glowing an unholy gold, his grace rolling off him in suddening waves.
“Don’t-” Sam started.
Too late.
Jack raised his hand. The werewolf nearest me lifted off the ground, screaming as an invisible force crushed its chest inward with a sickening crack. Another was slammed into the wall so hard that the concrete fractured. A third tried to run- and was torn apart mid-step, body ripping like paper. The air filled with howls and bone-breaking force.
Dean swore under his breath. “Oh, hell…”
Jack didn’t stop.
He couldn’t.
The last werewolf barely had time to beg. The mill went silent. Dust drifted down slowly. Then Jack dropped his hand and ran.
“Y/N…” He was at my side in seconds, knees hitting the concrete hard enough to crack it. His hands hovered over me, shaking and terrified to touch me and terrified not to.
“Y/N, Y/N, look at me, please.” He pleaded.
My face was pale, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead. I sucked in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering open.
“Jack,” I gasped. “Hey… you’re glowing.”
He let out a broken sound halfway between a laugh and a sob.
“Don’t joke. Please don’t joke.”
I tried to move and screamed as pain tore through my leg. Jack’s eyes dropped. My leg was twisted wrong.
“Oh God,” He whispered. “Oh God, I did this… I brought you here. I should have-”
“Jack,” I said sharply, grabbing his sleeve despite the pain. “Focus.”
Sam knelt on my other side, assessing the injury.
“Compound fracture,” He said grimly. “Leg’s broken bad.”
Dean hoved nearby, watching Jack carefully. “Easy, kid.”
Jack swallowed hard, tears spilling over. “I can fix this.”
Sam hesitated. “Jack-”
“I can.” Jack insisted. “I won’t let her hurt. Not like this.”
I met his gaze, pain-filled but steady. “I trust you.”
That was all it took. Jack placed his hands gently over my leg. His grace flared- warm, golden, careful this time. The air hummed softly, like a held breath. I cried out once as the bone shifted back into place, then gasped as the pain melted away, replaced by a deep, soothing warmth. The flesh knit. The bone healed. Within seconds, my leg was whole again. Jack sagged forward, forehead pressing against my knee as his hands dropped.
“I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I lost control. I was so scared.”
I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “You saved me.”
Dean cleared his throat. “Alright, touching moment aside- next time maybe don’t go full Old Testament, yeah?”
Jack flinched.
Sam shot Dean a look. “Not helping.”
I sat up slowly, testing my leg. No pain. No weakness. I looked down at Jack, who still looked like he was bracing for condemnation.
“You protected me.” I said softly. “You didn’t let them hurt me more.”
Jack’s voice cracked. “I killed all of them.”
Dean shrugged. “They were werewolves. Comes with the job.”
Jack shook his head. “I liked it…” He admitted quietly. “That scares me.”
I pulled him into my arms without hesitation. He clung to me like I was the only thing keeping him anchored to the ground.
“You’re allowed to be angry when someone you love gets hurt.” I murmured. “What matters is that you came back to me.”
Jack breathed me in, shaking. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”
I smiled faintly. “Then stick with me. We’re hunters, this is what we do.”
Dean glances at his brother. “Kid’s in love.”
Sam huffed. “Yeah, terrifyingly so.”
Jack lifted his head. “I’m right here.”
I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “And you’re doing just fine.”
The mill stood quiet around them, the echoes of violence already fading. But one thing was clear to everyone here: If you hurt me, Jack Kline would end worlds to make it right.
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Whumpee with an increased healing factor captured by "scientists" who want to test their abilities and replicate them. While strapped to a cold hard table with medical restraints in a sterile white lab with lights just a bit too bright the scientists break whumpees leg to test their healing factor. No anastesia no warning, just burning white, sharp, splitting pain.
Over time as whumpee grows weaker and more desperate for escape or rescue they repeatedly break whumpee's leg in the same place to test how the healing factor works as the bone grows stronger each time it heals.
Whumpee's team finally comes to rescue them. Caretaker rushes to whumpee's side and releases whumpee's restraints grimacing at how thin and gaunt they are, the bruising and scars littering their body, and the gruesome mottled bruising and swelling of whumpee's leg. "What have they done to you?"
.................
Whumpee rests on the bed in the hospital wing of their team's compound trying desperately not to associate the just slightly too bright lights, the machinery, and the hospital bed with the cold, hard, sterile lab room filled with so many memories of pain. This should feel safe, should feel like home. It doesn't.
Caretaker sits by their bed gently stroking their hand comfortingly as the team's doctor comes in.
"So, physically there is only one thing that concerns me that your healing factor won't take care of is your leg. It seems to have been broken and rebroken several times based upon scarring I am seeing on your X-ray. Unfortunately it has healed incorrectly and needs to be rebroken to be reset so it can heal properly."
Whumpee's heart rate immediately increases, hand gripping at caretaker's as they begin to hyperventilate.
"So, due to your increased metabolism we won't be able to put you to sleep for the procedure, but we will make you as comfortable as possible during and after the procedure."
Whumpee's vision begins to blur as flashbacks and memories of pain race through their mind overtaking anything else.
"No..." Whumpee mutters breathlessly. Caretaker's brow furrows in concern watching whumpee's increasing panic and reminding them to breathe.
"It's okay. You're safe now. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just breathe."
Whumpee hears caretaker's words but can't bring themselves to believe them in their panic.
The doctor presses on. "I don't think you understand. If we don't do this procedure you could have permanent damage to the ligaments and muscles surrounding your calf that could impact your mobility. I'm sorry, I know you have been through an.... ordeal, but we need to do it now. I'll schedule it for tomorrow morning." The doctor says patting whumpee's leg.
"N...n...no. Please...no.... I.... I.... don't..... I.... can't.....Please!" Whumpee pants as they try to make themselves as small in their hospital bed as possible.
Caretaker's hands begin to white-knuckle the side of the bed where whumpee's hand has been in theirs prior to their jerking it away as their shaking became nearly uncontrollable.
"Don't. Touch. Him." Caretaker practically growls as they move to physically block whumpee from the doctor's view.
"I understand whumpee is distressed, but this is in his best interest."
Caretaker sees red as whumpee continues to hyperventilate. "Best interest?! I think it is in his best interest to not traumatize him further. Get out!" Caretaker steps continuously closer until the doctor is out of the room before turning and rushing back to whumpee. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. No one is going to do anything you're not okay with. Just breathe with me. In and out. In and out."
Slowly, whumpee matches caretaker's breathing and begins to calm the shaking in his body with tears still streaming down his face.
Whumpee looks suddenly exhausted and so so young. "I'm sorry." They mutter to caretaker, accepting them stroking their hair soothingly as they continue to calm.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm sorry I let that doctor even come near you or make you feel like you didn't have a choice. You always have a choice." Caretaker murmurs soothingly as they continue to stroke whumpee's hair. They wait for a response, but as caretaker looks down, they see that whumpee has fallen asleep.
"I've got you, and I'm never letting you go again." They quietly whisper as whumpee leans gently into their hand finally getting some rest.
I saw such cast in winter and it looked great. So when time for the spring adventure has come there could be only one decision - pointed down as much as possible, inward curved 45 degrees. Throughout over 25 years of casting and probably far over 200 different casts I have never had a pointed leg cast. I know why now. This is probably one of the most challenging casts I’ve ever had.
Thing is I told everybody that it’s for plus 3 weeks 😂 I’m expecting sudden healing in a week
Owned. I twist and twitch a bit. A firm but gentle jerk at my foot reminds me that I am property. Humans go to bed. I am gone to bed. I feel my foot in my owner's hands; loving, caressing, caring hands. Firm hands. Strict hands. I feel my chain on my bare foot. I feel the lock, hear the click. I am shackled and chained.
Humans get up in the morning. I will be gotten up.
