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People on twitter have been saying this website is extremely white and tbh its making me very curious what the demographics of this site are (of my own reach anyway) so
DISCLAIMER: Race is a non scientific concept with no exact definitions. It is a social construct primarily characterized by how society treats you and thus this is an imperfect poll. If you feel none of the options here reflect you and your experience I implore you to reblog this with your experience as I am curious about that and want to hear about it.
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smoking with ichigo..
after copping from the plug on his way home from some soul reaper work , or whatever ichigo told you it was, he told you to forget dinner and to order pizza. you could tell already that this was going to be a long night. ichigo usually only smokes nefore bed with you on occasion when he can’t sleep well. but tonight you said you wanted to smoke him out and see what happens. you also made edibles, red velvet cupcakes, but you weren’t playing fair so you didn’t tell him that. a surprise for later.
after you finished prepping for the long night, he bursts into the door almost breaking it to slam it shut upon seeing you. you in a tiny pair of white lace panties that barely covered anything along with a matching, equally as skimpy white lace bra. with a red satin robe barely hanging onto your shoulders , all he could do was stare and feel himself grow a tent in his pants already. “ichi baby i made you some treats!! i missed my sweet boy,” you purr and strut over to him with two cupcakes in hand. you give him one and he can barely register devouring the whole thing because of you.
he barely notices you taking the weed out his pocket to go roll it up. he follows to your bedroom ,quickly behind you. you’re eating your cupcake too, realizing how strong you made these on accident. perfect. he finally finds words to tell you how his work was while finding a background noise show on tv. with the first blunt soon rolled and pearled to perfection, you took the first few hits while laying on the bed with ichigo between your legs already. his head on your tummy with his hands feeling up your thighs.
as your high came with the weed first, you pulled him by him jaw to hold the blunt in his mouth while he smoked. his tolerance was a little lower than yours and it had been some time with the edible sitting on him. ichigo felt the edible creeping on the longer he smoked. his eyes getting real low as he gazed upon you. he always looks so good between your legs. must be where he belongs.
you take the blunt back and take a few more long hits, letting the weed fill your senses. the first sense being in your pussy already. your panties could barely cover your lips and were so thin from how wet you were getting. “ichi baby, you high already? you’re so quiet on me,” you took another hit watching the blunt almost become a roach. ichigo was so high and hard and staring at your cunt through your panties.
he was damn near drooling. he started kissing up your inner thighs, biting them too. such a sensitive place for you and he knows that. you moan and whimper the more he bites and kisses, making you so wet and needy for his mouth. “i want another hit pretty girl,”ichigo took the roach from you, taking a long hit. you grabbed a second blunt and lit it, watching him ash the first on the tray nearby. you kept smoking while he leaned back and slid down the bed a little further.
with his face so close to your cunt, he could smell you, nearly taste too. he didnt bother to take your panties off, just going in with a long lick of his tongue all over your cunt before kissing your clit. panties too thin from you being so wet but his mouth was warmer and hotter. and no cottonmouth, he was nearly drooling on you. he sucked on your clit through your panties with his hands reaching up to grope your tits. you started rocking your hips, grinding your cunt in his mouth as you grew closer and closer. you tasted so good, ichigo wanted more. tasting you through the panties had him grinding so hard on the bed he thought he would cum untouched.
you sat up to focus on riding his face the closer you got and he only sucked right on your clit harder. with a scream you let out a long moan with your whole body shuddering as you came on his face through your panties. you’re breathless trying to wrap your very high mind around your man but he was a few steps ahead.
pulling his remaining clothes off he grabbed the blunt from you to relight it. a hunger sat in you while watching him smoke. so hungry it made you get level with his dick to give his tip some kisses. you took him all the way in your mouth immediately , sucking him like you had bills to pay. he kept smoking with one hand on your head watching you suck his dick like you were so desperate for him. he was desperate to fuck you with the weed only making you feel so much better.
you swirled your tongue around the shaft while sucking him off while one of your hands went to massage his balls. they were so full and heavy rolling around in your hands. ichigo moaned deeply, letting some whiny breaths out. you were milking him dry with your mouth so soon and well he couldn’t take it. “oh fuck princess come here i want it in you” he growled pulling your hair to bring your lips to his.
he kisses you with such desperation you can feel it growing in you now. desperate for him. needy girl. one hand in your hair and the other hand pulling a pillow under your waist. prone bone…ichigo always did this position when you smoked together those rare times. he knows you can take it. he pushed his hands into your hips, adjusting your position on the pillow.
he was going to put a baby in you tonight. two strong hands grip your ass apart to spread your cunt open. ichigo lined himself up too easily needing your cunt around him. he slides in slow almost making you feel the most delicious stretch. no time to adjust he just started stroking deep and hard in your cunt. sliding around him too easy. he kept your ass spread making you take him deeper.
“daddy oh fuck it’s too much !!…” you screamed out while gripping the sheets hard. you were drooling, ichigo knew he hit you deep at that one spot you needed touched. a thick ring of cream forming around his dick from how good he was fucking you. “you’re taking this dick so well baby…you feel so good” ichigo moaned going a bit faster now , slamming in deep from the tip with every thrust. you couldn’t hold in a single moan no matter how hard you tried. he was fucking you too good for that to happen. you both were so high everything felt magnetic and warm. he was stretching you out too good. your grip on the sheets barely kept you stable.
“why you fucking me like this..”you whined with tears forming in your eyes. it was so much. too much. ichigo kept hitting that spot had you creaming around his dick the whole time. you were floating so close to soaking the bed, it all was too much. he let go one of your ass cheeks he was holding to spank it over and over. this was going to be a long night wasn’t it?
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we need to invent a way to explain how deep running and pervasive and subliminal racism and antiblackness is without immediately sounding like an insane conspiracy theorist
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i have started dipping my toes in the fanfic arena on here..bleach and jjk but i’m stuck on bleach real heavy cause i keep rewatching it…literally everyone with very few exceptions is FINE AS FUCK… @strwbrrysiren go look !
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i hate when people ask me what sign i am like bitch i’m a sign from god. start running.
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you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
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give yourself a sense of place and time. rotate your wardrobe when the weather changes. update your playlists every month. write down three things you did today. do it everyday. message your friends good morning. buy yourself different flavours of tea based on your mood, the packaging, the weather, your heart. save the little paper labels; stick them in your notebook until the inside cover is full of little colored tags. have it hot in the winter. have it cold in the summer. learn to make apple cider, raspberry cordial. spend the summer knitting a scarf for the colder months. spend the winter sewing loose flowy blouses for the summer. open the windows, five minutes a day if it's cold, all day if it's warm. give yourself a sense of place and time and weather.
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Hey, so, I don't know how many of you follow Canadian news, but yesterday, someone drove a car into the crowd at a Filipino cultural festival in Vancouver. I'm sorry that I can't put that more sensitively, but I really don't know how else to describe it. I'm not Filipino, but it happened in the neighborhood I grew up in. I'm not sure how to describe how I feel. I'd walked past the event an hour before with some friends. We'd joked about how the first nice weekend in Vancouver is a special occasion because everyone comes out. There's a vigil on that corner tonight.
The point of this isn't to talk about how I feel. A friend has shared some gofundmes with me and I wanted to post them here. And ask that maybe if you're local and you're able to, could you donate blood? I don't know. I don't have anything I can say. It's not my tragedy but I feel it anyway. If you can donate, I know it would be appreciated by the families.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-bring-rowel-home (goal reached but more funds always help)
https://www.gofundme.com/f/rizza (almost at 50%)
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reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
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a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.
care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.
connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims
gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme
glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.
ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme
life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure
taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies
the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care
islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support
baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies
gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.
hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste
anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care
palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon
dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram
certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.
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cw: scissoring, cunnilingus (r! receiving), overstimulation, squirting
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Currently thinking about Shoko who relishes in the feeling of you two bumping clits. She loves the feeling of you guys rubbing against each other, gets her dripping from just thinking about it.
“Please Sho, it- it’s too much!!”
“I know, I know, baby. I’m so- sorry, it just-“ She was cut off by feeling of her next orgasm building up. She had already came three times, you four. It was getting way too much but you couldn’t deny how good it felt, as well as how good she looked on top of you.
“Oh my fucking god.” She groaned out as she came a fourth and final time. While she’s coming down from her high, she slowly leans down towards your dripping core while looking right into your eyes.
“Wait- wai- ohhhhh!!” You yell out once her tongue connects with your puffy clit.
“Shhhh, shhhh. Come on baby, just one more time? For me?”
“Okay, oka- please Sho.”
She wraps her lips around your clit, suckling and licking at it while you’re writhing underneath her. Suddenly, you feel a very intense orgasm building up.
“How you feeling, baby?”
Nothing comes out of your mouth since the air has left your lungs and you’re just letting out silent sobs. You feel her slip three of her fingers inside you, immediately thrusting them upwards. Pressing all the right places.
The cord in your abdomen finally snaps.
“Ohhhh sweetheart.” Shoko says while chuckling. She’s lifted her head up, taken her fingers out, and has started rubbing them over your clit at an unbearable pace once she noticed that you started squirting everywhere.
She stops once you reach your hand down to grab hers, signifying that you’ve actually had enough.
“I know, baby. Don’t worry, I’m done now.”
Need this woman so badly
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friendly reminder that no matter how it may seem, the people behind witchcraft/paganism social media account are just... human.
we don't know everything, and sometimes we're going to be wrong.
take our posts as advice to steer you into the direction you want to go, but don't blindly believe everything. if something seems weird, do some research about it.
and be open to different opinions from different people.
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