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The importance of boycotting

Keep this in mind for all boycotting. From doing it for Palestine to DR Congo to whoever else needs our support.

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heehee got his sexy ass mr card. artem next (hopefully)

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"boycotting is impossible, there are too many brands."

no it isn’t.

there are several apps that can help you to scan the barcode of an item and check if they are on the boycott list. for example, there is the "no thanks" app, created by ahmed bashbash, a palestinian developer. there is the "boycott" app. these all work.

of course, there are some brands that produce medicine (like bayer or bepanthen) or other products relevant for your health. i‘m not saying risk your health by not purchasing those products. you could try looking for alternatives. a lot of medicine is available by different brands with the exact same components.

but saying it‘s impossible to track after each brand is not a valid excuse if there are multiple possibilities. a little research doesn’t hurt. please educate yourself.

plus, by going this route, you can start appreciating the smaller businesses in your area. it‘s refreshing. i tried it myself. it works incredibly well to do so. give it a shot yourself.

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sleeping with the enemy - chapter three. posted on ao3

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader

Words: 3.9k

Tags: angst and porn, jealousy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, fingering, emotions are involved, emotions slow burn fast sexual burn, two idiots with extreme denial, possessive, this has some plot in it if you squint

A/N: lawd did this took so long to finish cus of a long writer’s block and everything else. but anyways enjoy the porn. also what do we think of the cliffhanger heehee

also posted on ao3 if you wanna leave comments! 💜

“Come home with me tonight.”

***

It’s a flurry of urgent, desperate touches. Mouth on skin, large hands sliding up your thighs, hips, neck—everywhere. Hot breaths, tinged with alcohol, mingling and intoxicating. 

Yet it’s the high, the yearning, that prolongs the state of inebriation.

Long fingers threading through your tresses, fisting and yanking, rough as he slants his mouth to meet yours in a searing kiss. He slips his tongue in, finding yours in a fight for dominance. And when he moans into your mouth, you swallow it reverently. 

Kissing him, to be kissed by him—it feels like freefalling. 

Teeth clashing and tongues dancing, forcing into one another’s, aching to taste, desperate to take and take and—

“Does he kiss you like this?” he rasps between the assault of his mouth on yours, biting and tugging on your lip, set on leaving indentations. A reminder of him. His possessiveness is bleeding through its crack and you relish in it. 

Apparently, your body has long refused to take orders from you. It takes a great feat to even form a word in response—and even then, you only manage to reply with a small noise and a shake of your head. 

"Mmm…does he touch you like this?" His fingers slide towards your bare cunt, spreading his fingers into a ‘v’ and exposing your clit to the dry air, wet and wanting—sensitive to touch. You buck against his fingers, moaning throatily when he pushes a middle finger in. His languid swipes and flicks make your knees buckle, driving you dangerously close to the edge. 

Sinful lips trail a path down to your cleavage, painting your skin with his marks, your body his canvas. At the corner of your eye, you glimpse at your reflection in the mirror behind him and see the bruises on your skin, littered across your collarbone and the top of your breasts. New pink marks joining darker ones—ones that he gave you at the balcony. 

Fueled with renewed arousal, you shove him back to grab onto his belt, making quick work to yank it off with practised ease. The clinking sound of his belt fills the otherwise quiet hallway of his penthouse and that’s when you realise he’s stopped moving.

He just stands there watching you. 

Half-lidded eyes, staring at you through the curtain of his hair, fallen messily over his forehead. With his back fully leaning against the wall, he breathes heavily through his open mouth, chest heaving. 

How does he make breathing look so fucking arousing? 

A loud exhale leaves his lips then, startling you—the look of frustration clear on his face. You feel the drop in your stomach, reality snapping back in place. Both feet on the brakes—lurching you forward, a head-on collision, crashing through the glass. 

He wants to stop this. 

This is the part where you—leave. Turn around and leave. 

Leave. 

You stagger back, fingers releasing the grip on his belt to leave them hanging by his sides. 

The voice of reason starts clawing its way up but just like that, it dies. It dies when his hands seize your arms, turning you around and slamming you against the hard surface of the wall. 

A faint sob slips from you but before the second could follow, his grip tightens. You clench your eyes shut, lips parting but words fail you because his lips are against yours, lingering, but not quite kissing. “No, don’t…” his voice is hoarse. 

“Don’t overthink this. Not again. Just—” And then his lips meet yours.

It’s a slew of hurried movements once again, clumsier and careless, as if you were rushing for something. But you have nothing but time now—time that you never had the luxury of having in secluded but public places and countryside inns.

But not this time, not here. 

There are no media hounds here, no familiar faces nor strangers or even rumoured fiances to hide from. Not here, not in the safety of his 50th-floor penthouse, not in the comfort of his home. 

Home. His home. 

“Come home with me tonight.”

It was a quiet ride in the car and elevator, only up until the 39th floor when he swiftly turned and pressed you against the wall, kissing you so rough it made your head spin. It didn’t even register to you when the elevator dinged, not even when the doors opened, or even when he pushed you out and into the hallway of his penthouse that you were—in his home.

The green-eyed monster rears its head. Unwelcomed. 

Home that he’s brought other girls over. 

“We—we never…” you mumble against his skin, desperate to shake off the thoughts. You pull onto the tail of his shirt, pushing it up his abdomen, feeling the heat radiating off his body. He buries his face against your neck, leaning forward and pressing you harder against the wall. 

“What?” he asks breathily, his lips on your throat, magnetised to your skin. The sounds he makes are erotic, hypnotising. You idly think that he can choose to kill you like this and you wouldn’t even realise it until it’s over.

His hand slides between the slit of your dress to grab your thigh. Your fingers curl against him, nails sinking into his skin, abs flexing underneath your touch. He repeats his question. 

You expected him to brush it off, to take it as nonsensical rambling in your otherwise preoccupied mind. But instead, he pulls away to search your eyes, awaiting a response. 

There’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your heart hammer violently against your chest. You chew onto your bottom lip as your mind scrambles to gather your thoughts.

“Never what?” he asks again, hooking your leg against his hip, fingertips digging into your flesh. 

With a sigh, you lean your head back against the wall, jutting your chin towards him in feigned confidence, a facade to maintain your bearings. 

“We never fuck on a bed.”

You didn’t miss the way his lips curled into a smirk.

His free hand travels up your back to slowly tug on the knot holding your dress together. The satin slides effortlessly down your body and pools around your hips, baring you fully to him. 

“I’ll fuck you on a bed…” The hand that was on your back now brushing against the swell of your breast. “I’ll fuck you into my mattress all night if that’s what you want,” he growls against your lips. 

“I’ll take my time with you tonight…” he jerks his belt off then tugs onto the placket of his pants to pull out his cock. He wraps a fist around it, hard and heavy in his hand. Eyes blown with lust, he grinds his body against yours, sliding his cock in between your folds and coating it with your slick. 

Then he lines himself at your entrance, dipping his tip in. 

“But I’m going to start by fucking you right…” he buries his cock to the hilt. “…here.”

Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, nerve endings set ablaze, your walls stretching to welcome him the second time that night, filled so full of him. Marius hoists your leg higher and pins you back harder, the abrupt movement knocking the back of your head against the mirror. 

Like a wire cut loose, you’re suddenly frantic—reaching forward to grab onto him, onto anything. Your nails sink into the corded muscle of his arms, feeling them flex as he fully carries your weight by lifting both legs off the ground, letting one heel fall haphazardly onto the floor. 

When he pulls out to adjust your angle, you scramble to rid him of his shirt, halfway unbuttoning and halfway ripping it off from impatience. He’s grinning as he watches you, finding your frustration amusing—then he kisses the spot between your brows to ease your frown. 

The emptiness has you keening, hips arching to find him—and then he slams back in, knowing exactly what you need. His fingers sink into your flesh, pressing against your hipbone as he rocks into you. “Fuck…this pussy. Mine…only mine to fuck.” His cock pushes into your dripping cunt with ease, bullying its way in to fuck the deepest parts of you. 

Mine. 

But you’re not his. Not really.

Don’t. Overthink. This. 

You can’t remember ever feeling this good, with anyone else. You don’t think it will ever be this good with anyone else. 

Stuttered breaths mingle, sweet and intoxicating. Your fingertips rest against his skin, hot beneath your touch. The only noises in the room are the little gasps he draws out from you and the clinking sound of his belt swinging at each thrust, then knocking against the glass.

“Does he fuck you…” he snaps his hips harder, “…like this?”

Each thrust sends him deeper, sliding in and out of your swollen pussy at a bruising pace, unyielding as if determined to break you. Your arms slide beneath his shirt to sink your nails into his back, clinging onto him and leaving your marks.

“You’re getting tighter…” he says between ragged breaths, leaning back to look down at your joined bodies. One of his offensively large hands cups the swell of your ass while the other finds your clit. Your heart stops at the contact. 

He starts circling the nub with his thumb, drawing out loud moans from you. Your body arches against the wall, pushing yourself further into him. Your toes curl at every swipe of his thumb, smearing your slick over your folds and his cock—it makes your clit throb.

“So wet for me. So…fucking wet” God, the way he says it almost painfully through gritted teeth—it’s seared into your brain. 

He opens you up with his fingers to watch his cock slide in and out of you. The lewd sight of you creaming around his shaft at each pull drives him so close to the edge. 

“Oh…ohhh…Marius….”

“Tell me…did you let him fuck you?”

The squelching noise of your pussy makes the flush rise to your cheeks—positively embarrassed at how wet you are for him. You can feel your juices gushing out of you and sliding between your joined bodies. 

“N-no…only you.”

“Good girl.”

Marius stops thrusting to step out of his pants then pulls you off his cock to throw your body over his shoulder. He angles your body towards his face so he can grab onto one of your breasts, wrapping his tongue around your nipple as he carries you through the house. 

Cool satin sheets welcome your back when he throws you onto the bed. In quick, rushed movements he pulls the dress completely off of you and tosses it onto the floor. With those same strong hands, he grabs onto your ankles and drags you towards the edge of the bed. 

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, dragging his lips up your leg, resting against his shoulder. He slowly unfastens the straps of your stiletto before pulling it off your foot and then tossing it aside. 

“Do you want me to be gentle…” he trails, running his fingertips down your thigh, towards your cunt. 

“Or…” he slides two fingers into your hole, hot and clenching at the intrusion. “…you’ll let me do whatever I want?” 

He curls his fingers upwards, making you scream and arch your back off the bed. “Fuck….Wh—whatever. Do whatever you want just please…please. Want you inside…”

“Then spread your legs wider for me.”

With a satisfied smirk, he watches as your legs fall open for him, your body so pliant to his commands. 

Marius stands between your legs and starts fucking you with his fingers, working his wrist, thumb flicking roughly at your clit—while two fingers pump in and out. You can hear the wet sounds of your cunt as he fingerfucks you, your slick gushing out of you as you shatter around him, unprepared—screaming into the ceiling, cunt throbbing and clamping onto him, wishing it was his cock.

“Fuck oh my god…fuck…mmmph!” 

He slides his slick-coated digits into your mouth, swiping them against your lips and tongue. You suck onto them earnestly, cleaning them, the heady taste of your arousal on his fingers has drug-like qualities and you’re addicted. You moan around his fingers when he slaps his cock against your clit, sliding through your folds, coaxing more slick to gush out of you, drenching him. 

When he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he cups your ass and tilts your hips higher then unceremoniously pushes in, impaling your cunt to the hilt with his cock. 

“I love how you’re always so tight…”

He presses onto the underside of your thighs until your knees rest against your tits. He leans forward, putting half his weight against you as he continues to pound into your sex. 

“...even though we fuck—so much.”

The pace he sets is aggressive, relentless—snapping his hips so hard against yours you know the pain would linger even hours after. And it’s a fever of sounds—laboured breaths, choked groans and pleading whimpers. Filthy praises continue to spill from his lips in between stuttered grunts. 

Your arms and hands scramble to find something to hold onto, moving from gripping the sheets to clawing his back, fisting his hair until finally he gathers your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head. 

“Fuck! Keep your hands to yourself and just feel me inside you.” He drives his cock even deeper to see your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grins and leans down to suck on your breasts—tongue and teeth, licking and biting onto the stiff peaks, drawing salacious moans from you. 

“God your moans…louder. Louder for me, baby. I want to hear you…” He glides his tongue in between the swell of your breasts, up your neck and finally your lips. “...there’s nobody here. Just us.”

Just us. 

You blink at the ceiling, refocusing your eyes to look at him, face hovering above you and lips lingering against yours. His eyes bore into yours, almost as if he’s reading your mind. And his next words have you thinking that it’s possible.

“What? Going to say you hate me again?”

“No…” you reply, leaning forward to lightly press your lips against his in a soft kiss. “I—I…” Your throat tightens. 

He doesn’t wait for you to finish and leans in to kiss you back, once, twice, then kisses the corner of your lips—gentle, and sweet, it makes your heart ache. 

He shoves you up onto the center of the bed and climbs up over you, then continues to fuck you before you can even begin to overanalyse. Gripping onto your ass with one hand, he starts rocking faster, slamming against you so hard that every thrust drives your body further up the bed. 

The smell of sex is thick, permeating the air and crowding your senses. At this very moment, nothing else exists but this—the sheer pleasure consuming you, body and psyche. And you let him. With no resistance, you let him. 

His brutal pounding sets your body on fire, and it drives you mad with lust to witness him lose all control. To take you so hard, so rough yet with care. 

Marius buries his face against the curve of your neck, breathing heavily and mumbling words you can’t quite catch. You turn your head towards him, peering down at him through your lashes, realising only now that they’re damp with tears. He looks up at you at the same time, eyes glazing, drunk on sex.

He pushes himself back up, caging your body with his arms on either side before dragging himself all the way out. You whine at the loss, whimpers immediately swallowed by him as he kisses you, slow and sweetly. He drives his cock back in, making you arch and roll your hips desperately against his. 

Sensing that you’re close, he gathers your legs and props them against his shoulders. You loudly gasp when you feel him push against your cervix, your hands shooting up to claw onto his back, making him hiss.

He slides out, grabs onto the headboard behind you and roughly rams back in. Your vision turns white, eyes rolling so far back, you fear they’d fall off their sockets. The noise that he tears from you does not sound human, unrecognisable to your own ears. He’s so fucking deep you can feel him in your throat. 

“Marius fuck! Fuck…deep. So deep…”

“Want you to feel me for days…”

 “…deep. So good…you fuck me so good. Oh my god—”

“Mine…all mine…”

“…y—yours.”

The loud sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth fills the room and you quietly appreciate the fact that the 50th floor is far enough from any human ears.  

The headboard slams repeatedly against the wall, loud and in tandem with his thrusts. You even hear the noise made by your slick bodies, skin slapping against eachother so obscenely. Your senses are overloaded—and you’re so close. 

“Cum for me, baby.”

The dam breaks. The earth shatters around you, coming so hard around him that it feels like an out-of-body experience. Your body twitches and jerks underneath him—cunt squeezing him so tight it triggers his own orgasm almost immediately.

You catch him just in time, snapping your eyes wide open as you watch him barrel towards his climax, stuttered grunts leaving his lips as he shoots his cum inside you in hot thick spurts. He exhales with a loud groan, hips still pressed against you, burying you into his mattress as promised.

You barely realise the loud sobs that escape you, and you can’t even tell what it’s for. Myriad of emotions crashing onto you simultaneously and you try to reach for one—needing to know why. 

When he gathers you in his arms, the sobs become even louder. But as quickly as it came, you shut it down almost immediately the moment he tilts your head up to look at him. 

He says nothing as his thumb brushes over your cheek to wipe away the tears, not even when he tucks your hair behind your ear. He tightens his arms around you, burying your face against his chest.

You can hear his rapid heartbeat, and you feel yourself slipping into slumber as you continue listening as it returns to its normal rhythm. 

The sound of him shuffling out of bed and moving around the room has you drifting between sleep and wakefulness. The warm sensation between your thighs startles you awake but you remain still—feigning sleep.

Marius is cleaning the fluids from your skin, wiping the inside of your thighs gently with a warm towel. You feel your chest tighten at the realisation, those familiar and unwelcomed emotions flooding in once again.

When he leaves, you feel cold and it takes all of you not to turn and find him, fearing that he’s left you for good. It’s when you’re enveloped by his arms that you let go a silent breath of relief. You curl against him, pressing your body close, greedy for his warmth. 

“I don’t hate you…” you whisper silently against his chest, having no intention for him to hear. A silent confession. “I think I l—like you…”

As you drift into slumber, you faintly hear him whisper it back to you. 

***

When you are woken up the next time, you find him lazily stroking the skin between your legs. It didn’t take long for your body to respond to him, finding yourself drenched that you’re soaking through his sheets.

The next few hours up till morning was spent with more rounds of fucking—alternating between hard and fast to sweet and gentle. You could’ve sworn that the wall behind his bed is left dented after all the force it endured. 

It always ends with him filling you up with his load and making sure it stays in by pushing it back inside you with his tongue and fingers. “Taste us…” he would say, sliding his fingers into your mouth. Watching you lick them clean only spurs him on and then he’s ramming his cock inside you again. 

He made good on his promise to fuck you all day in bed—set on leaving an indentation on his mattress in the shape of your body. 

Yet not once was it brought up. 

It being your stupid, fucking feelings for him. 

***

Your eyes linger on his bare back, decorated with red marks in the shape of your nails across his skin. Your thighs clench at the memories of last night. 

Marius is sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching and flexing his arms upward then turns his head around so suddenly you yelp, pulling the sheets up your face. 

“If you want to keep staring, I’m not going to stop you,” he says, you can hear the smirk in his words. 

You feel the sheets being pulled down slowly and as it rests below your naked breasts, he climbs on top of you and cages you with his arms. His eyes gaze hungrily over you and your cunt throbs as you watch him slide out his tongue to wet his lips. 

“Shower?” 

“O—okay. I’ll go after you’re done.”

He raises a brow and scoffs. Suddenly he’s off the bed and scoops you up before throwing you over his shoulder. “Marius!”

***

Nothing was said even a week later. And apparently, there’s not enough alcohol in the world that could give you the balls to do it either. Oh god, I’m going to become an alcoholic. 

Silence, all around the table. Turns out you had said that last part out loud. 

“Please, you only had a glass.”

Okay, so you’re a lightweight. Fuck off, Luke. 

Laughter and then the conversation continues, thankfully without you included. You stare down at your phone and contemplate, as you have been for the past few days. 

You haven’t seen him since that day because he’s off to fuck knows where doing fuck knows what, again—and honestly good for him. At least you don’t have to deal with bumping into him and his stupid handsome face as he tries to intercept your mission again. Fuck Marius, really. Figuratively and literally, unfortunately. God, fuck him.

Courage surges through you, fueled by alcohol and rage and other emotions but mostly rage—you unlock your phone and start typing your message when suddenly a message pops up at the top of your screen. You click on it without a thought.

‘What will your sweet friends think if they see this…’

Another message comes in—a video attached.

You sink deeper against the corner of the booth, putting a good distance away from the others before clicking play, your curiosity overriding your sense of logic. 

It’s the unmistakable figures of Marius’ and your own, clear even though taken from a far distance. It was one of the more reckless trysts, out in public, secluded, or so you thought. You remember it clearly because you had been the one to initiate it. 

Pulling him to the back alley where you proceeded to beg him to take you, right then and there. Marius did little to protest, wanting the same thing. It had been quick and desperate right against the brick wall, leaving you both feeling dirty afterwards. 

‘cute dress btw.’

You whip your head around and search the room, wondering if this person is in the bar and if this is just one sick joke. Your heart is pounding, loud in your ears like nails being hammered against your skull. Who. Who the fuck—

‘stay away and this will be our little secret’

‘he’s mine’

‘stay safe xo’

For the longest time you had contemplated on how to walk away. To end things. For so long you had contemplated, until you don’t.

And now, this is how it ends. This is how it should end. She made it so easy for you. 

But why does it still fucking hurt?

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I am Jewish. I am an anti-Zionist. I am always and forever pro-Palestine.

My grandmother was born in Palestine before Israel existed. My grandmother, who died less than a decade ago (in her 70s) was already older than the settler colonial state of Israel. Judaism exists without Zionism. Zionism goes against the Jewish religion. Zionism is white supremacy.

From the river to the sea Palestine WILL BE FREE

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adding rafayel to the boys i write for, he owns my heart now so

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ouch

it’s always such a pain to go to 100 pity on this game 💀💀💀

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hi, i hope youve been well! im a little late, but i saw that you wanted some feedback, so id like to say a few things:

its not impossible, but its very hard to be completely inclusive when writing because, usually, writers write for themselves and are a bit (or a lot) self-indulgent in their fanfics. and you should do the same, if thats what you want. if you want to be more inclusive when writing fem-alligned!reader here are some stuff to pay attention to:

"he runs his fingers through your hair" (not inclusive of all hair types/lengths). "he plays with your hair" is more inclusive;

"he picks you up easily" (not inclusive to all weights, even if the character is strong, maybe theyre not strong enough to 'easily' lift 120kg, for example). it would be more inclusive if you just didn't write about the character lifting up the reader (unless the character has some sort of superhuman strength that ables him to lift up a human of any weight);

"you blush/your face gets red" (not inclusive to all skin tones). "your face heats up/blood rushes to your face/you feel your face getting hot" are more inclusive alternatives;

"[...] your pink pussy/nipples" (not inclusive to all skin tones). just don't put a color in it, each person has a different skin sub tone;

"he leans down/up to kiss you" (not inclusive to all heights). "he leans in to kiss you" is a more inclusive option because it doesn't even imply the reader's height, so she could be taller, shorter or of the same height of the character.

those are just some examples, and i havent read every single one of your works yet to know if you wrote any of these things. i just pointed out those descriptions specifically because i see them a lot. and, once again, those are just some examples of things you can do to be more inclusive, but if you still want to keep some descriptions in your writing, you absolutely can! just remember to put it on the warmings, at least.

hey!

anon, i can’t thank you enough for this. i actually try to consider and take mental notes of most of these. especially the blushing or color to body parts is what i tried to make sure not to include ever since i started writing more seriously on tumblr.

my goal with my fics always was to create comforting stories not just for me, but for everyone (which is why i really can’t get myself to write dark romance things because they don’t really give me the comforting vibe lol)

but the one thing i was never aware of was the hair thing! i never really realized that not all hair types allow this kind of action so this is really good to know for me! the height thing was something i always considered / knew but as of now, i‘m honestly unsure if i added it in my older fics or not. i probably did but i‘m really not sure.

thank you so much for your effort anon! i appreciate this so much, i cant even explain it 🩷

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I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

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finally, us | marius von hagen

synopsis: after giving birth to your little princess, marius gave you space and time to recover. he slowly started growing tired of feeling so lonely and finally confronted you about your insecurities and made sure you remembered how good he could make you feel.

cw: insecure fem!reader in postpartum (ik this is not everyone's cup of tea, i just wanted to write gentle & sweet husband!marius, so give it a shot? there are NO details on the birth part), fingering & oral (fem receiving), marius is feeling really lonely, praises, mirror sex (briefly)

marius wasn‘t pissed. 

it was the most natural thing that your entire focus was on that little wonder you had in your arms. your focus was on your baby, after all. he only had started to feel lonely. so, no, he wasn’t pissed. he was lonely. 

his tiny princess in your arms was cooing, making you giggle as she grabbed your pinky finger in a tight grip and he finally got over his stupid head and sat down next to you on the couch in the main room.

marius really wasn‘t pissed that you had stopped paying attention to him. okay, perhaps he was slightly pissed. though he totally understood why your focus shifted — his did, too, that‘s totally out of question. he just wished he could have one night again with you and you alone. without a screaming, crying baby. marius knew how selfish that sounded but he couldn’t help himself. 

"baby?", he mumbled softly, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your neck. you didn’t respond. 

he had given you space and as much care as it was possible for you to heal and adjust to the changes in your life. of course, you still slept in the same bed, talked, acted like husband and wife but it felt like you unintentionally shifted your entire focus on the baby and forgot about his existence in a way as well. 

he didn’t blame you for that, how could he possibly blame you for this? you let your body go through so many changes when you gave birth and he was so proud of you. 

he helped you as much as he could while still working from home as pax‘ ceo. but of course, he couldn’t force you to leave her if you didn’t feel ready for it. it was still a little frustrating from time to time, with how distant you had gotten to him. 

"do you want to rest a little? i‘ll take care of her for a bit, how does that sound?", he asked carefully, brushing your hair out of the way gently. 

"nuh-uh", you replied, shaking your head  "i‘m okay. don’t worry."

"baby, come on, you haven‘t slept properly the past few days. you look exhausted. i got you a bath ready, go in there, please? for me? i‘ll take care of her." his tone had gotten more stern, slowly getting pent up with your behavior. he did his best to make sure you and your daughter were cared for. but you not taking care of yourself anymore was frustrating him as well. 

you sighed, nodding finally in defeat; the exhaustion hitting you like a truck as you carefully placed your daughter in marius‘ arms. 

you smiled softly at him before you went to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and sinking into the comfortably warm water. the scents from the essential oils he had purchased for this very occasion were coming up to your nose and you could feel all your muscles relax and your eyes were closing. 

just a couple of minutes later you heard a knock on the bathroom door and marius entered. "can i join? i want to spend some time with you", he mumbled, cheeks reddening. "i just missed you so much, baby."

"where is—"

"i called luke and asked if he could watch her for an hour or two earlier”, he interrupted you. “he just arrived a few minutes ago and went out for a long walk with her. don’t worry, she was quite excited to see her uncle luke and i clothed her warm enough for the weather. please, baby? can i join?", he asked again. 

your body relaxed again and you nodded. "of course."

marius stripped off his clothes, sinking into the bath behind you and wrapping his arms around you, softly massaging your tense muscles. "i‘m sorry", you suddenly sniffled, tears burning in your eyes as you realized how much you had neglected your husband. it had never been your intention to neglect him but you did. and it made you feel so horrible. 

"for what, baby? for taking care of our little princess? for being the most amazing mother anyone could wish for? i don‘t care if you don’t spend time with me, as long as you’re by my side. of course, i‘d like a little kiss here and there, and maybe a hug, hm? maybe you’ll let me take you out for a date night once in a while as well. all i ask of you is to not forget about taking care of yourself, baby. i miss you. and you can leave her with me once in a while, too, if you need to rest. that is totally okay, baby, and i wish you’d do that more often", he spoke softly, turning your head around so you could face him and kissed you, so soft and gentle, and you practically melted. 

it had been too long — way too long — since he last kissed you like this. you couldn’t remember when you last kissed at all. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had an intimate moment like this with him. it felt like your entire body lit on fire and suddenly, everything else was all forgotten. all you could think of was him. 

the innocent, gentle kiss quickly turned into something way more intense — he sighed against your lips as his body was relaxing, remembering the way you made him feel and you turned around to face him. 

his eyes were lidded, watching your every move, god, those gorgeous purple eyes of his. 

“i missed this so much. i missed you so much”, he whispered, giving you a gentle, comforting smile. “believe me, baby, i don’t blame you that you focus on our little princess right now, okay? our tiny princess is more important than me. i just really felt lonely lately, alright? don’t blame yourself for this.”

you could only nod, words were unable to come out and you leaned down to kiss him again, his arms wrapping around you as you seemed to melt into each other. 

“marius”, you sighed softly as you felt his hands wander up your body. “i… need you.”

“oh, baby, i need you, too. more than you could possibly imagine. i don’t want to force you into anything, though. don’t think you have to do anything you’re not feeling ready to do”, he replied. “i won’t be mad or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

you smiled, his care and worry for you to be rushing into things was so endearing. “i know, baby. i just missed you so much. my doctor cleared me for sex weeks ago but i… don’t know. my priorities were with our baby girl. i wasn’t thinking about it. taking this break with you today reminded me that i need to prioritize myself as well. and it reminded me of how much i needed you.” 

“come on then, baby, let’s get out of the bath. i need to pamper you properly, hm?”, marius said, smiling sweetly and you nodded with a giggle, carefully standing up and grabbing your towel, quickly drying yourself off as marius watched you and followed your steps a few moments later. he saw you inspecting your body on the mirror in your bedroom with those stretch marks on your hips, comparing the differences of your body after being pregnant and giving birth. 

marius gently placed his hands on your hips, his hands slowly wandering up your body. “you look so beautiful, baby. i love you, so much”, he mumbled gently, placing kisses over your neck and you couldn’t help the shudder that went through your body. 

“even with these marks and changes my body went through?”, you asked, voice quiet and careful. 

“especially with those marks and changes”, marius replied, lips wandering down your neck to your shoulder and you were just watching yourself and marius behind you, still self-conscious about your body and simultaneously distracted by his gentle kisses – you couldn’t even process that you were both still very naked. 

he turned you around again so you could face him. leaning down to kiss you but this time, it was so intense you felt dizzy for a moment when he let go. “let me bring you to bed and show you how much i missed you in my arms, yeah?” 

“mhm”, you smiled, and it was the most beautiful sight in his eyes because this was the first time in a while you smiled so genuinely at him. he missed this sight so much. 

he lifted you up with ease, carrying you to the bedroom and laughed when you squealed. once he was on top of you on your massive bed, he was making sure you felt as comfortable as possible. you were feeling so overwhelmed with his kisses, his praises for how beautiful you were, his soft, shaky breaths against your neck as he, too, was slowly getting worked up with his need for you. 

“please, baby, can i taste you? missed your pretty pussy so much”, he whispered against your tummy, looking up at you, before planting a gentle kiss right over some little stretch marks on your tummy. you nodded as a reply, but he was not satisfied with that. 

“use your words, baby. need to hear you talk to me. you haven’t been doing that in a while now. i need your words.”

“yes, marius, please”, you sighed, eyes rolling back as you felt his tongue on your folds, the first time in months that he was eating you out and you felt like just a couple more strokes with his tongue and you’d cum. 

his arms were spreading your legs apart as he played with your clit, moaning against your pussy at the taste. marius almost forgot that this was about you and you alone, about making you feel comfortable with your body again. “such a good girl for me, baby”, he grunted, “such a good fucking girl for me, let me make you feel so good.” 

his one hand was grabbing towards your hand, wanting to intertwine your fingers as the other hand slowly moved to your glistening pussy, his thumb playing with your clit and shortly after his middle finger was easing into you. 

you shuddered, legs starting to twitch around his head as you cried out his name, the first orgasm of the night washing over you like a tidal wave as you squeezed his hand tightly. “marius, baby”, you whispered breathlessly, slowly coming back to your senses. “need you inside. please, fuck me.”

“shh, relax, baby. i won‘t fuck you”, he said, pausing for a second. he saw your face drop, before he proceeded with a gentle smile, “i’ll make love to you like my queen deserves, hm? need to make sure you’re prepared for my cock, alright?”

marius turned you both around on the bed that you were leaning against his chest and he was seated against the headboard. “look at us, baby”, he pointed at the mirror right in front of you both, smiling. “look how pretty you look in my arms, so, so beautiful.”

his hands slowly wandered down your chest to carefully play with your sensitive nipples, before his fingers tippled down lower your body, slowly reaching your clit. he started rubbing the sensitive nub, holding your legs apart with his own as you twitched. the stimulation was quite a lot to handle – considering you hadn’t let him touch you in months (he wasn’t initiating anything in fear of hurting you before the birth). 

“baby, plea–”

“watch. us. watch yourself as i play with your pretty cunt, baby”, he interrupted you. “i need you to feel this, baby, because i want you to remember how beautiful you are. i want you to remember how fucking proud you make me feel whenever i see you fall apart on my fingers or my mouth.”

he slowly slipped a finger inside of you, letting out gentle shushes as you squirm and moan, kissing over your cheeks, face, down to your neck. as he was carefully moving his finger in and out of your warmth, he watched your every reaction. it wasn’t long until he slipped in another finger, holding you in your place as he whispered in your ear: “look at yourself in the mirror and come for me, princess. you deserve it.” 

you practically exploded, the cry of his name was so satisfying for him to listen to. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fucking good, so full of pleasure and so satisfyingly spent. 

“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, princess”, he praised you, causing goosebumps to cover your body. he removed his fingers and licked them clean. “you’re so beautiful, god, i love you.” 

“i love you”, you replied breathlessly. 

marius smiled as you lost all your strength were laying against him powerlessly. 

“that felt so good, marius, fuck”, you sighed. 

you squealed when he suddenly turned you both around so you were underneath him again. “can’t tell you enough how much i missed being so playful with you”, he whispered gently, kissing underneath your earlobe. “so, how do you feel about… me fucking you?”, he asked carefully. you nodded. 

“yes, please, marius, i need you inside of me”, you replied. 

he leaned over towards the nightstand’s drawer, grabbing the lube inside of it and letting some of the liquid drip into his hand. he knew you were wet enough to take him raw, but he wanted to make sure that you didn’t struggle to take him in after so long. he jerked his cock off a little, covering his length with the liquid and dribbled some on your pussy as well, before he aligned his tip with your hole and slowly thrusted inside. just the tip inside of your warm walls had him groan out and the more he thrusted into you, the more he lost his mind. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight”, he groaned, “so fucking good, you feel so fucking good.”

he started to name vegetables in his mind, trying to distract himself so that he wouldn’t cum from just thrusting into you for the first time in over four months. 

that made him realize that he hadn’t asked if you were okay with going raw – fuck, it completely slipped his mind. “baby? i forgot to ask, i’m so sorry, did you want me to use a condom?”

you looked at him like he lost his damn mind. 

“do you think i wouldn’t have stopped you if i did?”, you asked, laughing and kissing him gently. “it’s alright baby. i wanted to feel you. also, come on, we haven’t used a condom in forever. you really think you would like to use one?” you joked around, shaking your head. 

marius visibly relaxed, nodding before he returned the kiss, smiling. “you okay? feels good, baby? can i?”

you nodded: “yes, i’m okay. feels good, baby, please, move.”

you didn’t have to ask twice, marius pulled out before he thrusted back inside, face buried against your neck as he was about to lose his mind. “fuck, baby, gonna make you feel so good, make us both feel so good, hm? you want that? you wanna cum for your husband again?” 

his thrusts were sloppy, the grunts and groans he let out were music to your ears and you couldn’t believe how much you missed this. 

just feeling your warmth around his cock had him babbling nonsense, kissing you messily to distract himself but at one point, everything was becoming too much and his hips stilled as he came, cum buried deep inside of you. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck”, he let out a string of curses as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you as you clenched around nothing. “gonna make you come for me again, baby. need to see you lose your mind because fuck me, if i am not right now.” 

before you could reply or say anything, he slipped his cock back inside of you, biting into your shoulder to distract himself and you whined, nails scratching up his back fully as his pace got faster. “fuck, marius, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop”, you cried out, tears running down your cheeks as your body went on sensory overload, feeling too much at once – pleasure, love, passion… it was overwhelming. 

“shh, baby, don’t cry. it’s okay”, he comforted you gently, slowing down with his pace to make sure you were okay. “i’m sorry, i lost my patience there. did i hurt you?” 

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, i’m okay. i was just… feeling so much at once. i’m okay. i promise”, you replied, smiling at him. “you’re so perfect, marius. i love you, so much.” 

“i love you, too”, he kissed you softly before he proceeded with his movements, watching your face scrunch as you got closer to the edge and watched your lips part as pure bliss coursed through your body, the cry of his name sounding like music to him. 

once you were all cleaned up and tuck inside the blankets next to him, looked up at him. you were practically glowing and he loved seeing you back to your old self. 

“fuck, that felt so good. why again did i stop myself from this?”, you giggled, still in a post-orgasmic haze. 

“because you were taking care of our baby girl, remember? the one luke is bringing back any moment now so we should probably get dressed. you can sleep, though. i know i tired you out fully, didn't i? i’ll watch her, alright?”, he said. “you just rest. you deserve this, baby.”

“mhm. i love you”, you nodded before you were already asleep, smiling in your sleep as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and getting dressed again to call luke that he can bring his daughter back home anytime he wants.

[caelisblade]

At this point- day 108 of genocide, 25,000+ Palestinian victims (10,000+ of which are children), 1 million displaced Palestinians, 1 million starving Palestinians, consistent communications blackouts, bombed hospitals, mosques, schools, homes, 100+ journalists killed- if you are choosing to stay silent/neutral/willfully ignorant you are either intentionally or unintentionally siding with zionism and you are not for the liberation of Palestine

[caelisblade]

i have always been trying to be as inclusive with my fics as possible but obviously it is impossible to know everything. i never got any specific feedback on that aspect so i always guessed i was okay.

i just had this moment of realisation of what if i was doing something wrong but no one just bothered to correct me on it because they were tired of explaining it over and over again to others?

so i would love to get some specifics on do‘s and don‘ts (especially because i want to write my fics as inclusive as possible for women of color.)

i always try to write my fics as fem!aligned but without any specific details on hair color, skin color or body type. but what about actions that happen in my (smut) fics?

what are things that are impossible to do? what are things to avoid? what should i keep on doing?

i just want to compile it all into a list and be sure to avoid certain mistakes that are happening over and over again. i want to improve as a writer at the end.

it‘s just a little feedback round i would love to get answered so feel absolutely free to hop into my ask box! i would appreciate this a lot!!

thanks :)

[caelisblade]

i ordered my food almost an hour ago, where is it :(

[caelisblade]

This is not including all the children who are lifeless underneath the rubble and not including the ones that were obliterated to the point where they cannot be identified. Free Palestine

Video: X: FisunGuner

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mother is almost complete 🧎‍♀️

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COMMISSIONS OPEN !

Hello everyone!

With this, I would like to open commissions for Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Tears of Themis, Jujutsu Kaisen (on my secondary blog, @tojisblade) or other original work (i. e. a story for your OC's etc.)

This is unfortunately due to the fact that I was faced with a lot of sudden and new expenses at once (credit card debts, general expenses) and am now unable to pay off some of my debts, even though I work full-time.

I would like to open my commissions for this reason!

You may commission anything you like, I don't really have a limit for my writing or comfort zone, if there would be something I dislike / wouldn't want to write, I would let you know. This is - however - not the case for many things so, everything could be talked over easily.

As for prices, since I want to make this a little easy for all of you, I would charge ~10€ for a 2k long fic / story. Of course, if you want to, you can get longer fics for a higher price.

Of course, if you want to support me in general, you can just donate something on my Ko-Fi, too!

Please contact me in DM's for more info! I would love to bring some of your commissions to life <3 You may find my Ko-Fi link on my navigation post! If I'd add it here, tags don't work.

Even if you can't support me in a financial way, please share this post to people who are interested!

Thank you, everyone.

[caelisblade]

this mf FUCKING LOVES ME. say what you want.