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I was watching the clone wars again (haven’t seen it since I was a kid) and I noticed something really weird in episode 5 season 4 (it’s when the wolffpack C-3PO and R2-D2 end up on the planet Aleen because of earthquakes and co) and when Artooie is search in the computer of the local Republican communication station, there’s a bunch of information in Aurebesh

Well I translated and it’s literally the domino squad’s numbers (Echo, Fives, Droidbait, Cutup and Hevy) and I was like what the hell is that doing here tbh

1 CT-782 | Hevy

2 CT-00-2010 | Droidbait

3 CT-21-0408 | (who’s strangely aka CT-1409) Echo

4 CT-4040 | Cutup

5 CT-27-5555 | Fives

It’s tuesday… Again

Sam’s face right here could just be used to react in a number of situations gone wrong like-

when your brother gets nailed by a rusty bar instead of the angel you shipped him with for at least 12 years

When your lose you shoe AGAIN

when your brother lets miracle the dog in the impala but bitched when you had your dog in there a while back

And finally when the writers throw away your character development, sanity, and potential of having a good life full of healing,love and rest they decide to end your rollercoaster of a life in bland parallels and cringey tragedy for the sake of views and money and it wasn’t even worth it cause they got bankrupt and made no moose holla with joy or dollah since 2006

The possibilities are endless

Here’s some Zero Two for ya’ll! I miss her so much

please be aware that angel with a shotgun by the cab was released on august 23 2012 which means that this year it's going to be the 10th anniversary of angel with a shotgun

So I read a stunning fanfic by agendercas on ao3 called whatever happened to the young, young lovers? And I could not get trans fem Sam smoking weed and reading The Outsiders out of my head so I drew it. here’s the link to the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37471057

It’s a one-shot fanfic set in the Stanford era of supernatural and Jess and Sam are bonding together over weed, gender and The Outsiders, one of my favorite books of all time. It’s very well written and unique and just so wonderful I can’t really explain it.

The Palestinian keffiyeh is not just a piece of fabric used to cover the head or shoulders; it is a deeply rooted symbol that embodies the identity and national heritage of the Palestinian people. Since its association with the Palestinian resistance and the struggle against colonialism, the keffiyeh has become a witness to a long history of resilience. The shapes and patterns adorning it are not random decorations but carry meanings and connotations that reflect the close connection between the Palestinian people and their land.

The black lines that dominate the keffiyeh's design symbolize agricultural fields, representing the Palestinians' bond with their land and their enduring love for it despite all challenges. This land has always been a source of life and identity. Additionally, the intricate mesh patterns resemble fishing nets, reflecting the maritime life and work of Palestinians in coastal areas. The net also symbolizes unity and solidarity, as its intersections highlight the strength of the Palestinian people when they stand together against difficulties.

Other symbols famously associated with the keffiyeh include the stalks of grain, which represent fertility and the relentless effort in agriculture. In the Palestinian context, agriculture is not merely an occupation but a tool of resistance and steadfastness in the face of occupation. Similarly, the recurring square patterns tell the story of the barriers and restrictions faced by the Palestinian people throughout history, whether physical barriers such as walls and military checkpoints or intangible ones like social and political constraints.

The symbolism of the Palestinian keffiyeh can be beautifully summarized in an artistic image. This image highlights the traditional black-and-white patterns of the keffiyeh, blending elements such as agricultural branches, fishing nets, and open fields, along with square designs that reflect unity and resilience. This depiction embodies the profound Palestinian identity and the people's enduring connection to their land and heritage.

The keffiyeh, therefore, is not merely an article of clothing but a symbol of steadfastness and resistance, uniquely capturing the Palestinian people's resilience and cultural identity. Wearing the keffiyeh today is a sincere expression of solidarity with the Palestinian cause and a reaffirmation of the enduring connection to this land and its historical symbols, despite attempts to erase or undermine its identity.

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Saw something today on common asked questions in the google search engine and it said “can cats hurt you?” Anyway it had me thinking.

Anything or anyone can harm you in theory. Dogs when provoked and or trained to, can rip you to shreds-I’m looking at you, hellhounds! Cats can scratch the daylights outta ya if provoked, or on accident if they’re kittens who are learning to use them. Snapping turtles can take a bite out of ya, horses and kangaroos can break your ribs and more from just a kick. Some plants can make people and animals have horrible allergic reactions and can even kill ya. Hell, someone could drown in marshmallows. Is it likely, no, could it happen in theory, yes. Where was I going with this? *sigh* I need a nap.

Ya’ll, this fanfic is so wholesome and heartwarming- also a quick reminder to those who bind-TAKE IT OFF WHEN YOU NEED TO! I know it sucks but it’s better than hurting your ribs and back! Also do a few stretches and drink some water, Kay?

Hey hey if you’re looking for some quick fluff to write have a Dean x trans male reader where dean finds out the reader was wearing their binder too long and helps the reader out of it before just cuddling and helping the reader feel more comfy

Your request is finally here. I’m so sorry that this took too long to fulfill

Sitting across from Dean, he watches you slip a hand under your hoodie to adjust your binder as it has slipped up. “Have you taken a break?” He asked, getting your attention.

“Yeah, I’ve eaten and whatnot.” You shrug, going back to researching. “You know what I mean, baby.” He leans back in his seat, a frown on his face.

Stopping with the research, you bring your hands into your lap and look down to them. Your fingers begin to fiddle with the bottom of your hoodie.

Without looking up, but hearing his seat scrap against the floor, he walks to you to pick you up and out of your seat.

His hands rest on your butt as your legs are rested around his hips, your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder.

Knowing the corners that Dean turns, you know he’s heading to the bathroom you and him use.

Sitting you down on the closed lid of the toilet, he starts to run the bath, adding bubbles. You smile at that, finding it cute that Dean adds bubbles and nice smelling things to this sort of stuff.

As the tub is filling up, he kneels in front of you to peel your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

When his hands grab the bottom of your hoodie, you cover them with yours. “Sweetheart, we have to take this off, so we have a nice bath. And without your binder, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Taking your hands off his, you let him peel the hoodie off to throw it where your pants are.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on your face, he nudges his nose against yours. “Guess what?” Dean whispers.

“What?” You say in the same way.

“You’re having surgery in a few days.”

In the bottom of his eyes, he sees a smile on your face. He feels your hands grab his to bring them to the bottom of the binder.

Getting it off, Dean quickly takes his clothes off whilst you take your underwear off.

Dean’s the first one in the bath before you get in and lean back against his chest.

After a minute of silence, you ask him a question. “Would you miss me having breasts?”

Dean looks down to watch you play with his fingers as his hands are on your thighs. “No, I won’t. As much as I was a ladies’ man, I’m now a man who is taken by someone who is more handsome than he is, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m glad I found you.” He presses his nose against the side of your neck.

Sitting on the bed, you watch Dean fish out a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies for you to wear.

Kneeling in front of you, he slips the pants on you. When he looks up to see you having an ‘awe’ look on your face, he asks what you’re thinking about.

“How you’re helping me through this and taking care of me, even though you don’t have to, 24/7.”

“Well, I’m not helping you through this and not taking care of you because I have to, I’m doing this because I want to and that I love you too much not to do this.”

Standing up to his feet, he presses a kiss to your chest before slipping on his hoodie on your body. “Now, it’s time for some Dr. Sexy, snacks and cuddles.”