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A distraction is what the super bowl was airing in networks they've never aired before something was up

If somehow you haven’t seen by now, while the Super Bowl is being aired, Israel is striking Rafah.

The people of Palestine had been told to go there, they were promised it was safe.

And while this is happening, even though earlier several tags on Palestine were trending, only one or two are now.

I haven’t written any posts personally on Palestine myself. I didn’t feel I had anything to add here aside from reblogging and boosting whatever I can but please. We can’t forget Palestine or its people especially now.

This has gone on too long and gone much much too far MANY times and now is when we need to push harder.

Many of the heads of Western countries are either beating around the bush and wasting time, or outright denying the things the Palestinian people don’t have the privilege to ignore. They don’t have the choice to look away from their pain, or the pain of friends, family, neighbors, their country. And even through all of this they’re still trying their damn hardest just to live. And we all need to listen.

So now, especially if you live in a western country like I do, now we step it up a notch. Now is the time if you haven’t already to read up on Palestinian history. Listen to what the people of Palestine are saying. Hold firm on the boycott like never before. Any and every way you can donate, do it. eSIMs, aid, anything that will reach. Save as much evidence as you can. Videos, articles. Don’t let Zionists pretend all of this never happened.

Even if you think there’s nothing you can do, I’m telling you, keep going. Even if you feel you can only give a little, if we all give a little together it becomes much more.

Hit imperialism where it hurts. In the wallet. Follow the BDS instructions, find protests in your area if you can, boost as much information about Palestine as you can find, call your reps, and do not lose hope. The people of Palestine are not dead. They are holding on even through all this and we all owe it to them to do the same.

A Free Palestine will happen in our lifetimes. But it will be hard fought. So go out there and fight hard! The governments can’t hide from their own people forever. The companies can’t bleed cash forever. The people will win. So push until we do. Do not look away. Free Palestine

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got my abusive Christian man

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Adult trio ⭐️💧📍🕷️🕸️

💧(Not my art )⭐️

They are soo handsome

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Wait for no one-

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if you are unable to donate financially to help palestine, you can donate your time by protesting, boycotting, and putting up posters!

if all you have is your device and internet access, you can put your clicks to good use on arab.org. they use the advertising revenue generated by your clicks to help good causes.

and i would urge those able to spare a few dollars to donate to one or more of the following organizations:

eSims for Gaza

Direct aid for Gaza

Care for Gaza

Women for Women International

Institute for Middle East Understanding

Medical Aid for Palestinians

Palestine Children Relief Fund

Muslim Aid USA

Direct Aid for Gaza

Palestinian American Medical Association

Urgent support for medical professionals in Gaza

Emergency Relief for Gaza

Anera

Taawon

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meg baby, I promise we’ll all look the other way if you decide to strangle that chimera ant built bitch. I promise we won’t say nothing.

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IT'S TOO COLD ft. BULLY! SUGURU

— minors dni, anal, closet sex, bully! suguru x fem! reader, dubcon, fingering (anal), creampie, fem! reader, begging, pet names (puppy, darling), ending is a little rushed :'DD

An icy breeze creeps through the cracks of your clothes, any inch of fabric careless enough not to shield you from cool winds. Your body lay way more unprotected than you were comfortable with, considering you were dressed for a brisk 70 degrees and not 15 degrees colder.

It’s appalling how the forecast could possibly be this inaccurate, but you’ve braved the weather so far, having no time to stop by your room for a jacket. Sure, the wind sent your little sundress fluttering and raised goosebumps on any bare patch of skin, but at least you weren’t late for any classes?

“You’re gonna catch a cold like that.”

At the sound of his voice, your feet fix themselves to the ground. You hadn’t even spotted him, too caught up in rushing to your final lecture and the comforting thought of a nice, warm nap after a day of classes.

You turn to watch Geto approach, clad in a dark sweater beneath a darker hooded coat, one he unzips as he draws nearer. He holds the garment out for you to take, amused at the doubt clouded over your expression.

“Come on, darling, you want my arm to get tired?,” he rushes you.

You cross arms over your chest, partially for warmth, partially in defiance, and unintentionally smushing your breasts up perfectly for Geto to get an eyeful, mumbling. “I don’t need your jacket.”

He raises a brow, eyes lingering on your shivering legs for less than innocent reasons, before flashing you his signature, calming grin. “Sure you don’t. Put it on, anyway.”

The subsequent pout of your bottom lip reminds him of Gojo. “But I d-“

“Now.” And you recognize the menacing look in his eyes, a forewarning to obey or else.

Without a word, you snatch the oversized jacket from him, slotting your arms through the spacious sleeves, and zipping it up to your chin. The length of it brushes your knees, and admittedly, you’re grateful for the extra coverage.

“There.,” as the collar of the jacket engulfs the lower half of your face. “Happy now?”

Geto pads even closer, chilly hands grazing your cheeks and ears to send a shiver up your spine, and pulls the hood over your head. He tugs at the strings to tighten it a little, brushing off complaints about your hair to make sure it fits snug.

“Perfect.,” he hums and pats the top of your head. “Though…”

A curious look plasters itself on your face as Geto tilts his head, gaze traveling from your head to toe, stopping again on the rest of your barren legs, and settling on your eyes. ‘C’mon’ he mutters with a hand around your wrist, essentially dragging you in the opposite direction.

“G-Geto!,” you quiet your protests to avoid judgmental stares. “I was g-, let go of me, I was going to class!”

He doesn’t break his gait, pulling you behind him to who-knows-where, your objections flowing straight over his head with the accompanying frigid gusts. Sounds of feet scuffing the ground as you fight against Geto’s steady strides, though to no avail as he slips you both into the campus’s art building. The halls are vacant, slightly less cold than outside, no noise except the loudening sound of drums and instruments as he guides you down a hall destined for trumpet players and the like.

You two arrive at an ordinary, brown door, a storage closet. Geto manhandles the knob, heaving it open with his shoulder against the wood, and gestures you inside. Glancing left and right and seeing no witnesses, you tiptoe inside, nerves worsening as Geto shuts the door behind you.

You mutter, “It’s dark in here.” And as if on cue, a dim, yellowish light fills the small room. Geto’s hand wraps around a dingy string tailing from a single lightbulb, before he walks forward to corner you against a tiny sink stuffed in the room.

“Wh-what are you–?,” croaks out, interrupted by him spinning you around to bend over the porcelain fixture.

“ ‘M warming you up.,” he replies, hands ducking beneath the jacket and your dress to glide up and down your thighs. “You felt pretty cold earlier, can’t let you walk around like that. I’ll help you out before sending you on your way.”

You crane your neck to look at him. Geto looks so much bigger cramped in this tiny janitor’s closet amidst forgotten cleaning supplies and gloomy concrete walls.

“Geto–“

“Suguru.,” he corrects.

You huff, brows furrowing at him, though his eyes are locked on the sight of your exposed panties from where he’s bundled both the jacket and your dress around your waist. “Suguru, I got a lecture to get to, and I’m running late–“

“Mhm.”

You clench at the sensation of something hard against your ass, rambling, “A–nd it’s important, we’re doing group–, group assignments–“

A loud ripping sound and your panties are gone, then the sound of spitting followed by a warm something dripping down the seam of your ass. “Tell me all about it, darling.”

Something prods at your puckered hole, and your lungs shrivel inside your ribcage. You choke out, “Su-Suguru, I really, really–,” a whine as his slick finger breaches your hole, “need to be in cla–ss!” He sinks knuckle-deep into the tight orifice, wriggling around before pumping a few shallow thrusts. Wetness builds between your legs, that knowing ache forming in your core as Geto stills the writhing of your hips with his other hand.

“Geto-!,” a corrective ‘smack’ that leaves a hot sting on your ass, yelping ‘oh!’ before you continue pleading. “Suguru, cut it out, I really can’t fail this class!”

“Of course you can’t.,” Geto says automatically, clearly not listening, too busy stuffing another finger in to prep your hole. His dick twitches as another glob of spit drops from his lips, soaking between his fingers as they stretch your little opening. He scissors them apart, earning a gasp from you, before retrieving them as Geto’s now decided you’re ready.

“Look at that, you feel warmer already.”, he laughs softly, hands tracing the expanse of your skin, trailing up your lower back to feel the new heat radiating off you.

Of course Geto’s right, his playtime with your hole has blossomed a scorching heat over your body, coated in a sheen of sweat, a blazing throb between your thighs. The mass of his chest weighs on your back, Geto’s hand moving over one of yours to lace your fingers together on the edge of the sink; wet sounds of him thrusting into his hand fill the room, and your asshole clenches when you feel something much larger breaching your inside.

“S-Suguru!,” you whine, clutching the smooth porcelain as his tip forces it’s way into your entrance. “O-oh fuck, wait!”

Geto ignores your pleas, already halfway in. Your neck tingles under the vibration of his groan, hot breath on your neck, and Geto makes himself at home amongst the tightness of your walls, you squeezing around his dick as he buries himself deeper. “Fuck. So tight, loosen up, darling.”

His leaking tip drags along your walls, and you both synchronize an unbroken moan when he finally bottoms out in you, flush against your ass. The fullness of it feels funny, but you don’t have time to dwell on it as Geto draws out, before slamming back inside and sending you careening forward. Choked whines echo amidst the small room, mingling with Geto’s low, animalistic grunts, and the occasional curse entwined with rasps of ‘feels so fucking good ’ and ‘god, you’re gonna snap my dick off’. He nibbles on your neck, sucks a dark bruise on the skin, a hand trailing down to balance your leg on the edge of the sink. You embed teeth into your fist, suddenly fearful of passerby overhearing your activities, though it in turn prompts Geto to force a deeper arch in your back, your ass rippling as he ruts into your behind.

Your needy pussy clenches around nothing, clit aching for some kind of stimulation but both of your hands are busy. “Suguru–! O-oh god, please!”

Geto tightens his grip, further entangling your fingers, leaning to press you down some more. “Please what? You want me to touch you?”

You nod with a whine, earning a hard thrust before mewling out, “Yes, yes!”

Geto hums in thought, lips brushing behind your shoulder, and pants ,” Well?” and when he notices the knit of your brows. “Start begging then.”

“But–“

“Ah, ah, I’m waiting.” And he presses a rough kiss to your cheek. The hand on your hip creeps ever closer to your core, tracing over the crease of your thighs but not daring to go any further. A babble of pleas fall off your tongue, tears threatening to slip down your cheeks as your pussy yearns for some kind of stimulation.

“I’m being such a good g-girl for you, Sugu, your good pup–py.”

Aw, aren’t you cute, pulling out the little nickname you’d angrily sworn at them to never use. ‘Why would I ever use that, I don’t even like you.’ Suguru licks up your jawline, smothering your neck in another layer of sloppy kisses. You pull your drool-soaked fist from your mouth, lips quivering. Geto looks through lustful eyes to meet your needy, wide-eyed gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at your subtle pout.

"Pretty please, Suguru, I really want it...", you whine.

You're such a sight for sore eyes, Geto thinks, tongue darting over his lips as he finally dips a finger between your folds. He's immediately met with your cry, watching your head fall as he massages the swollen nub under his middle finger, basking in the desperate mewls of his name that leave you.

"I wanna cum with you, Sugu, please, please, feels so, s-so good..”

Geto's smile widens. "Yeah?” You nod eagerly. “Ask politely, like a good puppy, and I’ll let you."

His fingers plunge deep into your spasming hole, leaking juices down to his wrist, the rough thrusts of his cock leaving words to catch in your throat. Your release is just around the corner, and it's a struggle to hold back the way Geto is pounding into you, with his thumb still pressing circles into your clit.

"May I please cum with you, Sugu, please, please, please?", you whimper into the back of your hand.

A short silence follows. Geto's way of toying with you further. The way you squeeze around his fingers and dick make it evident you're close, but he just wants to see. Is his puppy really gonna go ahead and cum without his say so?

"Please–!" It's taking all your strength, and you don't know how much longer you can hold out. "Suguru, fuck, I-I might–“

And his answer feels like a blessing in your ears. "Go ahead, darling. Cum with me."

You let out a broken, choked moan, trembling in Geto's hands as your orgasm sends you over the edge. He thinks you just might actually cut off his dick the way you contract around him, groaning against your neck as he releases thick strings of cum into your entrance. Geto spreads your ass cheeks wide as he pulls out. Globs of his cum dribble out your tight hole, trailing down to mix with the cum leaking from your cunt. If not for Suguru holding you up, surely you would have collapsed on the floor, legs weak and useless in keeping you upright. Geto gives your ass a little smack, before readjusting your dress and his jacket to make you look a little more decent.

"There, all done.," he says. "Want me to walk you to class, now?"

You roll your eyes, shivering and gulping in air. Of course he’s wants to be funny with his cum running down your legs. Between shaky breaths, you rasp, "It's too–, far too late for that."

tagz: @anthoosies today i offer u bully suguru, tomorrow….who knowz

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Ooh, they're lucky enough to have an s/o that can cause traffic accidents, but can they handle it?

Characters: Sosuke Aizen, Kenpachi Zaraki, Yumichika Ayasegawa, Sajin Komamura, Hanataro Yamada

Contents: mild nsfw, mentions of jealousy, Aizen's ego, punting creeps through walls, gn!reader

Sosuke Aizen

Oh no, how will Aizen cope, having the most stunning s/o on his arm?

Kidding. His ego is quite able to bear it. No matter how beautiful you are, you're no match for his towering intellect, and as long as he's able to feel superior in that fashion, then all is well.

As far as he's concerned, he deserves the most attractive partner, simply by virtue of being himself. Love that self-confidence, Sosuke, but you might've taken it a little too far.

He's not immune to your charms by any stretch of the imagination, but he is still able to function in your presence, unlike a lot of other people who lay eyes upon you.

He likes to show you off, especially if he's in his own little empire of Las Noches. If you follow him to Hueco Mundo, he treats you like his little consort.

The arrancar can drool over you all they like—they know not to lay a finger on you on pain of death. Aizen rather enjoys having everyone covet something that belongs to him. Your beauty augments his power, and isn't that just wonderful?

You're not allowed to look unkempt or do anything that might mar that beauty of yours. Expect to find yourself draped in only the loveliest robes, the ones that will highlight your beauty to its fullest, both for Aizen's personal enjoyment and to inspire a deep, seething envy in others.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi's not really a great judge of beauty (just ask Yumichika), but he knows what he likes, and damn, he likes you a lot.

He doesn't think about it in terms of having you on his arm, or your beauty being some kind of credit to himself. In a way, it's strangely healthy. He just thinks you're hot and that's it. He doesn't attach any other value to your beauty, doesn't use it to stroke his ego.

Yeah, he's aware that other people are eyeing you up everywhere you go, but he's not likely to get riled up or jealous. He just grins toothily at you, thinking of how he's gonna tap that later.

Sadly, with beauty, comes dickheads. You get a lot of attention, and not all of it pleasant. When it gets around that you're dating the Kenpachi Zaraki, this does scare off some of the more cowardly creeps, but there'll always be those brazen enough to try it anyway.

The first time you see Kenpachi casually punch someone through a wall is several days into your relationship. He doesn't even look at them, sending them spinning through the plaster.

"You good, babe?"

He won't really listen if you try to get him to take better care of his own looks, although he does have good hygeine. If you talk him round, however, you can get him to do face masks with you. He'll eat the cucumber slices you put over his eyes, though.

Yumichika Ayasegawa

When Yumikchika first laid eyes on you, it was like the heavens and the earth converged. He heard heavenly choirs singing in his ears and the world took on a new, rosier light, because damn, are you beautiful.

Honestly, he probably won't even mind that you're more beautiful than him, because he gets to feast his eyes on your loveliness day in and day out. You make his aesthetic little heart sing.

When the pair of you go out, arm in arm, you should have some kind of sunglasses sponsorship because side by side, the two of you are blinding.

Expect comments throughtout the day on how beautiful you are. Yumichika isn't afraid to give praise where praise is deserved.

"You're simply stunning," he cooes, reaching out to turn your face toward him again.

Yumichika isn't prone to jealousy. As far as he's concerned, people should be looking at you. And him. They'd be stupid not to stare in wonder and gawp at either of you. There won't be any arguments because he catches someone looking your way. Unless they look at you exclusively and don't even spare him a glance, that is.

He's passionate in bed, especially when only he gets to witness the particular beauty of you, flushed and aroused, sweat glinting like diamonds on your skin. He has a habit of telling you to look at him, look, because he wants to witness you and be witnessed in his own beauty, too.

Sajin Komamura

Due to his canine characteristics, it would make more sense if Sajin put more stock in your scent than in your physical appearance. Let's imagine that you smell as good as you look. The minute your scent hits his nose, he's absolutely hooked on you.

Sadly, he considers himself hideous. Even after true appearance is revealed during after Aizen's defection, he dislikes people looking at him. He thinks of himself rather like an abomination, especially when compared to you.

He's referred to the pair of you as "Beauty and the Beast" more than once, earning himself a smack on the arm.

Honestly, he doesn't know what you see in him and remains eternally confused no matter how long you stay together. You can tell him you like his soft, shiny fur and his golden eyes, but he still doesn't really get it.

It's okay, as long as you love him, he can overlook your awful sense of aesthetics. (You must have terrible taste if you're into him, by his logic.)

Jealousy is not a word in Sajin's vocabulary, and that's not because he's a dog. He does know more than 'sit', 'bark', and 'roll over'. He has a warm, gentle temperament, and would never begrudge you any of the attention you receive. The only time he intervenes is when you're getting unwanted attention.

Hanataro Yamada

Hanataro still has no idea how he wound up with someone as absolutely stunning as you. He's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to realise that you can do so much better than him and go off with one of your many admirers.

There's absolutely no way he was the one to make the first move. His mouth would go dry (still does) and he could barely speak in your presence (still can't, really), so there was no shot of him ever plucking up the courage to ask you out. He couldn't believe it when you expressed interest in him.

At first he was convinced it was some kind of cruel joke. It was only by the third or fourth date that he realised maybe you were serious about actually being interested in him, and then he went into a spiral of being so flustered he could barely look at him, sneaking glances at you from underneath his hair.

He's adorable.

He's not the jealous type, per se, but he does get a little anxious when he sees how much attention is drawn to you, mixed with a huge sense of pride at how beautiful you are. The anxiety stems from a worry that you might enjoy all the stares and the comments. He imagines it must get pretty tiresome.

He thinks you're beautiful no matter what you look like, so if you have days where you want to tone it all down to mere mortal proportions, he's still as big a simp as ever for you.

He gets some flack from other guys, most of whom want to know what trick or game he's playing to pull someone like you, but he always insists there's nothing like that going on.

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Brushing daddy's thoughts

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Oh, Ichigo…umpfh…meow…🫦

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PERSONALLY, i think todo’s love language is acts of service. sure physical touch is a close second but he really just loves doing things for you.

want a coffee? he already is headed out the door with his keys (he has your order memorized)

you’re hungry and don’t want take-out? he’s in the kitchen w/ his ‘kiss the cook’ apron on

need gas put in your car? he’s filling up the tank and going to the car wash

feeling sick? he’s gone out and bought all the medicine you need and your favorite snacks

tired from work? he’s helping you take off your shoes and gives you the worlds best back massage

date nights? ALWAYS paid for by him

need a break? he’s already booking a weekend getaway with you

he just really loves doing everything for someone he loves. his favorite thing is just to see your little reactions to the things he does for you. your little pout and the small, “aw baby” that leaves your mouth when you see what he’s done. he just loves taking care of you really. he would do anything to keep you smiling and stress free. he doesn’t care for your little protests of “aoi, you really didn’t have to” “i can do it myself.” he doesn’t care!! he wants you to KNOW you don’t gotta lift a FINGER with him!! he’ll do anything you ask of him and then some. 🫶🏻

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Why did you stop writing??

Welp...

I kinda lost the passion tbh. I felt like a one trick pony also, felt like if I did other Fandom no one cared so I just stuck to what I knew and what some people liked.

Honestly also the TR Fandom died a bit and also I got too many messages of ppl being fuckin rude. I get some hated my self-indulgent, especially me talking about being Latina or whatever, but ANYTIME I wrote something even mentioning of being latina I'd have random anon sending hate and being racist. Why? Idk, so besides that, I lost passion.

Funny thing I was gonna write something but I stopped cause I just was like whatever

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the only people allowed to steal my art without credit are mexican taquerias who handpaint it on the wall like it's goku holding a taco. the rest of y’all gotta ask

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There were parts of the Barbie movie I genuinely enjoyed and I’m glad for the childhood memories of playing with Barbies with my cousins that the marketing campaign brought up. That being said, seeing people so outraged over Greta Gerwig and Margot Robbie that America Ferrera and the other WOC who’ve been nominated have been largely ignored is peak white feminism.

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I have this thing I wanna write of you getting off work and waiting for your friend to pick you up and across the way is this casual restaurant that has a pool table and you lock eyes with someone who is very curious cause they see you alot but this is the first time your eyes have met.