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𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄. an independent multimuse, inspired by the legendary courts of old & their stories. written by lacey. #WANDYRLUST. ©

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amid the desire of us non trump supporters wishing to make marginalised people feel safer, i think we forgot the most vital way to do that is to make sure that we are a safe place.

a safe place and person for your queer, black, hispanic, asian, desi, indigenous, disabled, female presenting, trans & non binary friends and strangers. by being an UNSAFE place for the supporters of those who voted against your right to exist.

i am a white queer disabled woman ( ish ). but my grief and anger over the outcome of this election isn’t really even for my own sake. i am incredibly privileged to be able to skate by under the radar. i am not out of the closet and while it would be nice, it isn’t something that feels incredibly pressing to me. so let’s use the privilege we do have to make people who voted against our rights to exist, to own our own bodies, to raise our children in safe and loving environments, to be a welcoming place for refugees and immigrants - feel safe.

and if wearing a blue bracelet helps them feel safer? then i’m all for it. but if it’s just another performative thing we white women don to absolve our conscience of our privilege then, i don’t want to do it.

let’s try to be the kind of people who don’t need bracelets to be known for what we stand for. be good. be kind. be loving. be protective. use the privilege and voice we possess to make sure that what we are known for is that for bigots - we are not going to pat you on the back and tell you it’s okay.

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random note. if you feel compelled to validate your religious beliefs rn, or your feelings about people’s negative emotions about the election?

evaluate yourself.

your morals are your morals. you have the right to them! and i’ll defend that right. but what you don’t have the right to do, is enforce those morals on anyone else.

and if you’re all defensive of those beliefs and morals? then maybe you need to examine them.

and i say this as a christian & someone raised conservative christian / far right.

right now? not the time to get on your religious high horse. rn is the time to support marginalised people who are on the daily being attacked by nefarious forces USING the bible you find comfort in. so. yanno. check yourself before you wreck yourself.

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i've thought long and hard about how to word what i want to post. but i think i'll go with the simplest. it's been in my rules since i remade all my blogs.

if you are okay with fascism, bigotry, xenophobia, homophobia, or misogyny, then this isn't something i'm going to have around me. you are what you surround yourself with, you are the choices you make. and you are fully !!! entitled !!! to make those for yourself. with your conscience, with the deity you believe in.

but i'm also allowed to not feel good about that. and to remove myself from that.

it isn't a hate driven decision. it's simply me respecting your beliefs. if you support someone who doesn't believe in my right to exist and own my own body, then, it isnt something i'm going to be comfortable with.

because tumblr is one of the FEW places where we as people can fully dictate our surroundings. right now over 50% of the country isn't safe. we have the right to make our dashboards feel safe.

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PROMPTS FROM BRIDE *  assorted dialogue from the book by ali hazelwood, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

every second, i want you too much, and every second, i'm on the verge of wanting you more.

you're not a problem, [name]. you're a privilege.

of all the good things i've felt in my fucking life, you are the best.

you think, but you don't know.

i would take anything you chose to give me.

i would take your problems, your gifts, your moods, your passions, your jokes, your body... i would take every last thing if you chose to give it to me.

maybe you're not meant for the way i'm meant for you, but i'm going to choose you anyway, over and over and over again.

you smell like you're mine.

some nights, when i'm walking past your door, i have to whisper to myself "keep going."

what i am is an adult woman with agency and the tools to make choices. feel free to, you know, treat me accordingly.

maybe there is something devastating about the incompleteness of it.

maybe some things transcend reciprocity. maybe not everything is about having.

honey... are we rich?

you make me want to draw again.

that was a badass speech.

stop reading my file.

badass is my middle name.

i don't know you enough to make a judgment.

your jeans are cool.

there is no world, no scenario, no reality in which i'll gracefully allow you to leave me.

spank me and take away my tv privileges.

i have no friends, no hobbies, and no real purpose aside from earning enough money to pay rent in order to... exist, i guess.

stop playing with your food.

other people's approval is a powerful drug.

at times, there are decisions that feel right.

i've seen you use your phone.

you type "google" into the google bar to start a new search.

you need to be told the right things.

you're intelligent and incredibly skilled at what you do.

you're very beautiful to look at.

am i under your protection?

i won't take your freedom. not when so many others have already done so.

if they murder me, avenge me?

any preferences on how?

be creative.

please don't leave.

how the fuck do you smell like this?

you smell like you just came.

i don't know what it is about me that says "please make yourself at home on my lap," but i'll have to fix that.

i could fuck you very nicely right now. i almost did.

i was trying to check my email.

you don't have friends.

what the fuck did you just do?

do you accept?

i am the victim here.

how many people have you killed?

you went limp in my arms, and i was so fucking scared.

i need you to behave.

hope you packed a lint roller.

i fucking love your scent.

can i play with you?

i'm too tired to keep them at bay.

i've taught myself not to care. about anything.

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winnie the pooh mirror song for my ootd. also hi i’m back from the dr with no will to exist. so ima just - fake it til i make it. yeehaw.

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"You have nice hands"

Good, can't wait to make you squirt with them

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guys i want to sound like a slut, i want hugs and kisses

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i might sleep better if i was being held (or fucked) idk

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I love watching her get all shy and blushy when I tell her how pretty she looks with her pussy wrapped around my fingers.

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someone asked for a photo so xx

i have done nothing ( on here ) today 🫡 didn’t even rly get on discord much ( sorry ). did however finish the tree placement and lights for decorations. while also running errands and having a migraine. oh and i moved and organised my makeup and skincare so like. wooooo.

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random note. if you feel compelled to validate your religious beliefs rn, or your feelings about people’s negative emotions about the election?

evaluate yourself.

your morals are your morals. you have the right to them! and i’ll defend that right. but what you don’t have the right to do, is enforce those morals on anyone else.

and if you’re all defensive of those beliefs and morals? then maybe you need to examine them.

and i say this as a christian & someone raised conservative christian / far right.

right now? not the time to get on your religious high horse. rn is the time to support marginalised people who are on the daily being attacked by nefarious forces USING the bible you find comfort in. so. yanno. check yourself before you wreck yourself.

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AVAN JOGIA NOW APOCALYPSE (1.01)

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after indepth conference with my fellow water sign. it’s been determined. azriel is scorpio sun, scorpio rising, scorpio moon. a lovely lil stellium.

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❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

dark curls tumblr around his face as he cocks his head, watching the ethereal being before him. he is not unaccustomed to the divine. the weight of shadows and souls he has touched, they have their own marks of divinity. but he is no god. he is a mere man.

but there is something irreverent in him, something that defies the worship exudes from her. his knees beg to crash to the ground, his neck aches to bow. but there is steel in his spine as he watches her, as if he were the predator and not the prey.

‘ what do they usually come for? mercy? favours? blessings? ‘ there’s the faint quirk of a smile as he masters his own reactions. ‘ if i said conversation? would you believe me? ‘

az heard fight god and said sign me up // @goddessrisen