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#April 15th
nefkyo · 4 days
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EYES ON PALESTINE FOR THE STRIKE OF APRIL 15TH.
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EDUCATE YOURSELF!
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Don't forget these are real people.
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wokeup5sostrash · 4 days
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🐱🧍‍♂️
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taylorz-nicholasg · 4 days
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What a lovely photo shoot to wake up to
📸 by Sean Scheidt
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favficbirthdays · 4 days
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Happy Birthday
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Chisato Mera (15th April)
The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K.
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kinghenryviii-i-am · 3 days
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Henry has an answer.
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pumpkindevourer · 4 days
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It has been a hot moment since I’ve posted..whoops! I haven’t been drawing Belos as much BUT that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped drawing ‘TOH’ type stuff.
New Gabriel Wittebane refs
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Unfortunately for me I’ve gotten fixated on my own ocs 💔
TOH screenshot redraws
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Last one is a open collab with little Gabriel :D
Some lore can be found HERE
Does need to be updated though..quite a bit
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maddennfl86 · 1 year
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Richard promoting in London
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planetbeanie · 1 year
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hello! any for april 15th? 🎂
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You share a birthday with Peridot the Bunny!
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On April 15th, National Titanic Remembrance Day remembers the lives lost when the Titanic sank into the North Atlantic's icy waters in 1912. We remember the more than 1,500 people who died that day. Cobh, Ireland was Titanic’s last port of call.
📸 by Barry Butler Photography
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*My heart will go on plays*
Meme aside, a reminder that  the third class passenger survival rate was around 25%. Against 62% for first class.
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dishygents · 4 days
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He sure looks amazing today
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mehemingway · 6 days
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A billion for war A trillion for peace Dollars or dead? What's the difference? Everyone pays In the land of the free Where only taxes and death Are created equal
-Me H.
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askunderverseluna · 4 days
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Frisk and I wish you a happy ASL day!!!
Drew this in my asl class :)
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nefkyology · 4 days
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NOTICE: There's a strike for Palestine going on RIGHT NOW! This account will be completely inactive, while my main will repost news and information.
The baseline is: low to totally absent engagement with your interests online today. Bring awareness, donate, educate yourself. Eyes on Palestine.
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favficbirthdays · 1 year
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Happy Birthday
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Chisato Mera (15th April)
The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K.
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renee-writer · 4 months
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April 15th Chapter Forty-seven
AO3
Her scream gets everyone running. All but Ian who walks as fast as he can.
 
“Mary, what is it?” Claire fears the worst. If William is… she can’t even think it… would her husband survive? Will any of them?
 
Her father -in-law kneels beside her. She seats clutching the telegram in her shaking hand.
 
“Is he…?” Brian looks pale as death. He swallows hard. Claire feels Jamie’s hands on her shoulder, clinging tight. An anchor against whatever the news is. Ian, walking in a second later, takes it out of her hand. A quick read and he sags against Jenny in relief.
 
“Mrs. Fraser,
 
This is to inform you that your husband, Lieutenant William Fraser, has been honorably discharged from His Majesty’s service and will be heading home.
He should arrive in a fortnight.
 
Warmest regards.”
 
A cheer arises that wakes the sleeping twins. Harriet and the other children run down from the nursery.
 
“What is it papa?” Young Ian asks.
 
“Your Uncle William is heading home.”
 
Harriet squeals and throws herself into her mam’s arms. Willie smiles, hugging them both. Claire runs to retrieve her babies.
 
He is gaunt, every bone in his body visible. Mary weeps at seeing him.
 
“It is alright, my love. Nothing that home cooking shan’t fix.”
 
Mrs. Crook fills the table with the richest food she can make. They are blessed to have their own, and they know it well. Many aren’t as blessed. They do their best to help their neighbors.
 
Willie sits close to his da, looking up at him with worshipful eyes. He and his uncles are real life heroes. They live, scarred from their battles but here. A lot of his mates carry heavy hearts at losing their fathers.
 
He makes a fuss over how much his children have grown, over Henry and John. He jokes about being fit and trim. After dinner, in the study with his brothers and father, he shares how he feared not making it home.
 
War is hell. The after effects can be tortuous. All three men know this well. Hours are spent in the study each evening talking it out. Tears and screams aren’t unexpected.
 
Their women keep the children away. The older ones understand. The younger have never known different.
 
A letter comes from John. With America’s entry into the war, he has joined the fight. They pray for him and for peace, nightly.
 
A good thing comes from it. He meets someone. A fellow soldier named Hector. Jamie smiles at reading of their love.
 
Mary has a son, ten months after William ‘s return. Georgie is a braw lad and his birth helps his father heal.
 
Claire has a daughter they name Gracie. Faith is thrilled to have a sister. Fergus and Quinton are quite protective of her.
 
The radio brings then reports of the status of the war. The allies are winning and their prayers for peace redouble.
 
Finally on the 11th day of the 11th month and at the 11th hour, there is an armistice. The war to end all wars is at an end.
 
The end.
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