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Google Doodle honors Muslim philanthropist Abdul Sattar Edhi

  • Google paid homage to Abdul Sattar Edhi, who had been dubbed the “Angel of Mercy” in Pakistan, on what would be the late Muslim philanthropist’s 89th birthday.
  • “Today’s Doodle honors Abdul Sattar Edhi, a global-reaching philanthropist and humanitarian who made it his life’s mission to helping those in need,” Google’s statement read.
  • Edhi was born in Bantva, Gurajat, India before Pakistan’s partition on Feb. 28, 1928. 
  • When Pakistan was formed in 1947, Edhi moved to Karachi where he dedicated his life mission to serve the poor and the most vulnerable. 
  • He was 20, and impoverished himself, when he begun his philanthropic work Then three years later, in 1951, Edhi established the Edhi Foundation with only $500. 
  • The foundation, now surviving only on private donations, provides free 24-hour health care and social services. Read more (2/28/17 10:42 AM)

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Request: Storm

Request: Can you write one where the reader breaks down to Bobby because she is pregnant with Dean’s baby. Thank you :)

Word Count: 1,069

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The rain has been coming down in buckets all night, and the wind whips at the sides of the house in such a way that every now and again, the foundations shake so severely that Bobby nearly ends up waiting out the storm in the panic room.

When he sees the flash of light outside the window followed by a rumble, he isn’t paying enough attention to think of it as anything but another facet of the storm. What he does pay attention to, however, is the frantic, loud knocking that reverberates well beyond the door.

The knocking doesn’t stop until he answers, pulling the door open to be bet with a harsh gust of wind.

“Y/N?” You’re soaked and dishevelled, and he isn’t sure which has smeared your makeup more – the rain, or the tears you’re trying and failing to hold back.

“Can- can I come in?” It’s a stupid question, but it’s the only thing your fuzzy, addled brain can come up with. Bobby doesn’t speak, but he nods, ushering you into the warmth of the house where you grew up and forcing the door closed against the wind.

“What the hell are you doing out in this?” Driving in this weather would be dangerous enough without you being in a complete state. You don’t reply, though, shivering in the hallway and wiping at your face in frustration. It scares him – you’re the closest thing he has to family: he’d raised you since you were six months old and your parents had been killed, leaving no-one to keep an eye on their demon-blood infected child. He’d taken you in, and found that he’d quickly become all too fond of you.

“Y/N, seriously. Where are Sam and Dean?” It must be something to do with them, because it elicits a sob from you, “I don’t want to play twenty questions with you.” He steps forward, resting his hands on your shoulders and pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead, “Give yourself some time, alright? Go get a shower, get changed. Everything’s fine. Nothing is going to hurt you while you’re here. I’ll make you a hot chocolate while you’re gone, just how you like it. How does that sound?”

To his eternal relief, that manages to get a nod and a weak smile from you, and he pulls you in for a gentle hug before letting you go. He doesn’t look away from you until you’re safely up the stairs, and then sighs to himself – he’s never seen you like this. But you need him, and he’ll be damned if you’re not going to have him to go to.

***

It’s nearly half an hour before he hears you coming down the stairs, but there’s nothing wrong with that – especially when he sees how much better you’re looking. Sure, your eyes are still red-rimmed and you’re still shaking with the effort it takes not to cry, but at least your clothes are warm and dry and your lips are no longer bluish with the cold.

You shuffle into the room and take a seat, swallowing hard before looking up at Bobby. He sets the hot chocolate – piled high with cream, chocolate shavings, and marshmallows – in front of you, and then takes the seat next to yours. The storm outside still batters the windows, but the kitchen is warm, and with the pair of you bathed in warm light, it’s almost cosy.

“Talk to me.” Bobby prompts softly, reaching over and resting his hand over the top of yours. He sees the way you flinch at the gesture, and for a moment he thinks the worst, “Is it Dean? Has he hurt you?” He hadn’t been overly happy when you’d begun dating the eldest Winchester two and a half years ago, but you’d been happy, and Dean had given him a heartfelt promise that his intentions were pure – but Bobby had promised in return that the moment Dean so much as breathed the wrong way at you, he’d find himself without the means to do so again.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I need you to talk to me if you want to fix this.”

“I can’t fix it.” You speak properly for the first time since you stepped into the house, “It’s broken. Very broken.”

“Still with the ambiguous, sweetheart.”

It takes you a few moments to muster up the courage to come out with it, but eventually, you do.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence, apart from the sounds of the storm outside, fills the room. For a long moment, he can’t find it in himself to speak – and then…

“Do not drink that.” He wraps his spare hand around the mug and slides it away from you, reminded suddenly of the copious amount of whiskey he just dropped into that, “Is it… it’s Dean’s?”

You scoff, “That’s the problem, isn’t it? Of course it is.” Sorrow and bitterness taint your tone in equal measure, and Bobby winces.

“Have you told him?” He tries, and you nod again.

“Yeah. That’s what the second problem is.” You sigh, pulling your hand away from his in order to run your hands over your face, skilfully masking a sob – but not enough. Bobby knows you inside and out, and picks up on it instantly.

“He reacted badly?”

“If saying I’d ruined everything and needed to get the hell out of his sight is reacting badly, then I’d say so, yeah.” You spit, but your voice breaks and before you know it, your head is on his shoulder and you’re sobbing openly into him, everything coming out. He holds onto you tightly, a silent promise that he’ll never let you go; that you always have him.

***

It’s nearly three hours later, by the time he’s managed to calm you down and get you asleep. You’re still asleep on the sofa when his phone rings. He answers, begrudgingly, when he realises who it is.

“Dean?”

“Bobby? Have you heard from Y/N? She’s gone and we’ve been trying to track her all night, but we haven’t found anything.” He rattles off, his voice frantic and shaking.

“Why? What happened?” Bobby asks, watching you sleeping form.

“We got in a fight. I said something stupid. God, Bobby, I’ll never forgive myself if she doesn’t…” He cuts himself off, and swallows hard, “Have you heard from her?”

He pauses, “Nope. Nothing. I’ll let you know if I do.”

“Thanks, Bobby.”

Significant Weather Advisory 

by reddit user OtistheWriter

I hate thunderstorms in the Midwest, mainly because they bring with them a threat of real danger. In southern Nebraska we’ve been known to have tornados somewhat regularly, ugly black funnels that drop from the sky and ruin your life. 

That is, if you lived in my neighbors house in 1997, when I was a teenager. I’m referring to a family of three just several homes down. Family friends and caretakers of our corgi while we were on vacation, they helped our street feel like home. Then the storm came and everything changed.

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so uh

we’ve seen in canon that when a gem is injured, they (eventually) come back good as new!

we can also see that their “reincarnated” selves wear clothing representing where they were injured in the first place

so if garnet in the 80′s looked like this:

WHAT HAPPENED TO GARNET’S LEG???????????

The strongest talon

Description: the batsis goes missing after a mission and several years later a talon with similar qualities attacks the batfam.
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Y/n is Bruce Wayne’s adopted daughter and is the middle child of the family. Your brothers always looked out for you and you were a vigilante just like them. You were y/sh/n and one of the most feared heroes in Gotham. After all, being trained by the world’s greatest detective, his acrobatic son, an extremely talented marksman, a brilliant hacker and a tiny assassin, tend to make a strong fighter.

One night, there were multiple murders happening across the city and you had a lead to follow. Your family said to not go alone but you ignored them, too intent on catching the murderer.

Your tracker had been on the map one minute, and was gone the next. Everyone went to your last known location but couldn’t find anything. It was like you had vanished. They worked for weeks, trying to find you but there was nothing to be found.

Until the video had been sent.

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Now That I’ve Found You

by @allwaswell16, mature, 6k

Harry Styles has a great job working for his brother-in-law’s construction company. He has just one small problem. His concrete sub-contractor just quit, and he needs a foundation built as soon as possible. One fateful turn brings him exactly what he’s been looking for—an experienced concrete construction company that happens to be owned by the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes upon.

Or Louis is a long haired, sweaty construction worker. Does anyone really need to know more than that? Harry doesn’t think so.

Prompt: “Foundation


This is part of a prompt challenge that a group of us are participating in for the prompt “Foundation”. To read the other amazing fics that were written by the others on this prompt, you can click here and to see all fics written as part of the challenge, you can click here.

PEOPLE/EW Exclusive: Miley Cyrus and Ariana Grande perform “Don’t Dream It’s Over” in onesies, are generally perfect

The collaboration (along with the rest of the “Backyard Sessions”) was released to bring awareness to Miley’s Happy Hippie Foundation, which supports and sheds light on issues surrounding homeless and LGBT youth.

HL Wordplay fics ~ allwaswell16

Every week a prompt was chosen using a random word generator, and eight of us wrote a fic based on that prompt.  This is the masterpost of the fics I wrote for this challenge. <3   

Prompt 1: Foundation 

Now That I’ve Found You 

mature 6k+  | read here on ao3

Harry Styles has a great job working for his brother-in-law’s construction company. He has just one small problem. His concrete sub-contractor just quit, and he needs a foundation built as soon as possible. One fateful turn brings him exactly what he’s been looking for—an experienced concrete construction company that happens to be owned by the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes upon.

Or Louis is a long haired, sweaty construction worker. Does anyone really need to know more than that? Harry doesn’t think so.

Prompt 2: Bloodsucker 

For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry

explicit | 3k+  | read here on ao3

After a public and humiliating breakup, Louis Tomlinson finds himself on his would-be honeymoon with his best friend, Niall. However, this St. Lucian paradise is not all that it seems. Louis may be particularly vulnerable to an unusually handsome predator.

Prompt 3: Hinge

On a Day Like This You Know It’s Meant To Be

t&up | 2k+  | read here on ao3

One year ago Harry Styles met Louis Tomlinson, the man of his dreams. Harry is certain he’ll never see him again, even if they did make a pact to reunite should the Chicago Cubs win the World Series. Harry has one small flicker of hope left when it appears the Cubs might actually win it all. But will Louis fulfill his end of this fateful bargain?

Prompt 4: Scream 

Screaming: An OT4 Email Chain Drabble

mature | wordcount: 978  | read here on ao3

Another installment of the ot4 email chain. Three emails where Niall screams about: being jealous of Steve Aoki’s friendship with Louis, the beautiful black and white photo of Louis on his Instagram clearly taken by Harry, and Louis’ dog.

Also includes: jokes about dog poo (obviously), Harry’s red coat, dogs Liam doesn’t Instagram, and much more!

Prompt 5: Cat 

Won’t You Please Come Around

 mature | 5k+ | read here on ao3

Harry has lived in London for a month, and so far the only friend he’s made is his sister’s cat, Mr. Whiskers. When the lock on the window breaks, Mr. Whiskers begins exploring his new neighbourhood a bit too thoroughly and brings back mementos of his escapes.

Or a Valentine’s Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief.

i haven’t been keeping up on pokemon news but lusamine looks COOL

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to be optimistic but it seems to me that if romantic canonical, textual Destial was going to happen then SOMETHING would have occurred by now. I'm so frustrated!!!

I understand your frustration nonny believe me. I often wish that they would be a bit more obvious about it. 

I think what I am happy with, and what is calming my frustrations for the moment at least, is the fact that they have already laid the foundations for canon destiel, and they are currently building on them. 

Those foundations were removing the “blockers” that stood in the way. Things such as confirming that Jimmy’s soul was in heaven. Confirming that Dean was aware of that, confirming that Dean views Cas’s vessel as his body, and confirming that Cas also views his vessel as his body now. 

Those foundations were also laid via “trial runs” with certain themes and ideas that lets be honest, 10 years ago the show wouldn’t have done. 11x19 is a great example of this. Showing the audience that two rugged macho men can be in a homosexual relationship, married and hunters and that this is normal in the SPN universe was a huge deal. They showed us that having a homosexual relationship in this show would absolutely not change the style of the show. Because those two awesome characters were in no way gay stereotypes, and they didn’t turn the show into a romance either. It was done very subtly and it worked brilliantly.

The fact that we had a whole arc late last season that went out of its way to show how differently the brothers feel about Cas. Sam being objective, logical, worrying about his friend but focusing on how to fix it. Dean was emotional, stressed, not sleeping, not eating, panicking… it was glorious to watch. 11x18 was a freaking gift for that (which I still can’t believe because it was Bucklemming).

Then 12x10 comes along and proves what we already knew from 9x22 and 9x23. That Cas is in love with Dean. It might not have been in your face obvious, but it was still pretty obvious. We also were once again shown just how differently each Winchester interacts with Cas and Dean’s emotional response can only be described as the worrying of a spouse. Not friend. Not brother. Partner/lover/husband. Then we get Sam as the long suffering third wheel all the way through it. It was fanfiction brought to life on the screen and I mean that in the very best of ways.

Take all this and put it alongside 10x16′s confession scene (which was a very subtle coming out speech) and you have pretty obvious textual confirmation of their feelings for each other. They just haven’t confessed to that love yet.

What 12x10 also gave us which was a huge gift for anyone saying why hasn’t it happened yet? Was an answer for that very question. Castiel will not act on his desire for Dean because of some stupid heavenly law against angels being with humans. It is forbidden and Castiel took a sacred oath. When you consider how all the angels have treated him for the past few seasons suddenly this is blatantly clear. 

So we have all of the building blocks right there, laid out in canon. Seemingly in preparation for something. The next BIG step IMO is bringing Dean out of the closet. This will be the final brick before it becomes canon. (A love confession or reveal from Cas would also be nice as his arc seems to be going in a direction where he eventually admits his feelings but this is already made clear in the text). I wrote a while back now how I thought they should bring Dean out of the closet. It wouldn’t take much at all. But once we have that then we are there. 

So whilst I share your frustrations nonny, I am in a good place right now regarding canon destiel. The show has given us so much lately. Every character is only adding to the subtext and the meta. I don’t think I have ever felt as positive as I am right now. 

Who You Are

Characters: Jensen x reader, Gen, Jared, your bff

Word Count: 2092

Warnings: little angst, then fluff

Summary: After a break up with Jensen, how will the cards fall when you find your true self?

Beta(s): @meganwinchester1999 @teenagebandjunkee 

Author’s Note: this is my first Jensen fic, so I hope you enjoy it! No hate to Daneel bc she’s amazing, but they didn’t date or anything in this fic. I used the song Who You Are by Jessie J. lyrics are in italics. News headlines are bolded. I was trying something kind of different. feedback is always appreciated! enjoy xx

Originally posted by imdreamingofhim

You finish packing your last bag with the help of your best friend. You still can’t believe you have the courage to break up with Jensen.

y/bff/n finishes putting your last box in the car as you check around the house to make sure you have everything. “Going somewhere?” You hear Jensen’s voice behind you.

“Nowhere that concerns you.” You try to walk past him, but he blocks the front door.

“I think it does concern me when Gen send me a text yesterday that you’re moving out.”

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