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Your Daily Reminder to Click for Palestine!

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hey let's all do this on March 15th. on the website.

Hey don’t just like. Reblog.

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a weird thing is that we got waves of people going "who cares if its cringe or youre annoying! have fun!" but no one really learned how to accept the fact that some people will find you annoying or think your art or your work or posts or anyrhing sucks and thats ok. rather it just became a weird "if people think youre annoying theyre just morally bad. let people enjoy things!". like no i think this yes man only biome sucks and people are allowed to not like artstyles and shows and media and other things

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The spirit of Diogenes is alive and well

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Repeat after me:

It is OKAY to have content preferences and to be uncomfortable with certain ships or topics, controversial or not. It is OKAY to distance yourself from such content and block certain tags or creators.

It is NOT OKAY to actively hate and harass real people for creating content of fictional characters that features things that make you uncomfortable.

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go to settings > to the right, under "Blogs," pick the blog you want to change the settings of > scroll down to visibility settings > turn on "Prevent third-party sharing for [blog url]" > do this for each individual blog you have

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cis lgb Americans keep saying “they’re coming for us next!!” in regards to the current political climate as if the republicans didn’t introduce over 300 anti-trans bills this past legislative session, many of which passed, including the forcible detransitioning of all trans youth in alabama. like huh?? you are not good trans allies.

the current political climate is possible because republicans made trans people a “wedge issue” and cis people haven’t been fighting with us for the last 5 years while states decimate trans rights

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Ode to “Explain”

Allow me to illuminate concerns;

This matter I wish to elucidate.

Decode issues our conversation spurns,

Begetting problems we must explicate.

I meant for no harm to rise from our bout;

I simply wished for a chance to expound,

But you all rose with such aplomb to flout

A verb we have yet to rightly deem found.

In agreement we must be, lest travel

For a word we mean to demystify

Becomes a journey we must unravel.

In the end, I feel I must clarify:

     This entire spat has become a pain

     Ruining my time for something so plain.

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AAAHHHHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Anyways yeah I'm still writing ✍️ ✌🏼

What’s writing, you know? What does writing actually mean?

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I just wanted to leave some love and say thank u for the effort and love you put into your writing even in difficult times. I hope you are well and now know that your work is appreciated. Thank u so much 😊.

My friend and I read this (I hadn't realized he had) and when I mentioned it to him on our way home we both doted on it because it was the kindest message to receive.

I did get emotional in on an essay break, so I very much appreciated this on an exhausting day, very very much appreciated it

Thank you, I hope you have a good day 🙏🏼❤️

- Chaos

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i don't want to be rude but i thought you were going to update on AO3 every friday? the fic only has 5 chapters on ao3

You're not being rude, I appreciate you pointing this out.

To put it simple: I'm a student-athlete with no spare time for creative-writing. By the time I want to, I'm exhausted as hell.

I will update it, just not in the moment.

Apologies for practically abandoning you all on the story. Really, I am.

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INTRICACIES OF SEX Ch. 8

Neither Turpin or the Beadle could have predicted the day no sadistic beheading took place, except for the well-deserved beheading, and it was surprising to say the least. Even Turpin's clothing had changed and he was getting a lot more interaction with colleagues, not that it interested the judge, but they thought he was much more approachable than before.

The two walked together to his office, Turpin removed his powdered wig and Beadle started, "My lord, I have some information regarding Johana."

Turpin stopped in his tracks, glanced at Beadle before rushing to the office, rushing him in.

"What is it, speak." He almost growled. Beadle was relieved to see Turpin was still the same person as he spoke about a guy he caught trying interact with Johana.

"...What did he do?"

"He just watched her my lord, he watched and got closer."

Watched her, so it is a different sailor. He looked at his cases remaining, 5 more, and he nodded, "Stay with me until you spot him, I'm not letting him near my dear Johanna."

He still protected her, but for what anyway? Were the words he told you that day already justifying itself as truth. He needed them to set up walls, but was he ready to set another one? Was he? His conscience already made it as difficult as it is, and with you already by his side, it was deemed difficult. You. Your smile, your laugh, the warmth that radiated from your face as you talked to Johanna. You were the only he trusted to be with her, and you were the only one that could help sort it out...if he even wanted to reveal that information. He sighed, held the wig and put it on himself, with the Beadle adjusting it.

The last five cases were all beheading.

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When he returned to the house, he walked in with silence greeting him. There was an immediate panic within him and he ran upstairs to Johana's room.

Would she betray me this way? Would she stoop so low to use me like this?

And he heard something from underneath, it did not sound like one of his regular rooms, but he walked down the stairs, having a sense of where the noise could be coming from.

The Master Room. Music, off-key music was played in the master room and he was relieved to see the door partially open, being able to view inside the room.

His eyes widen. He watched you danced with Johana, both of your dresses twirling or mid-stopping as you moved around in unknown ways. He's never seen those dances, and to hear Johana giddily laugh only made him watch you further. You were bare-foot, waving your dress side to side as you hopped around. You hooked your arm to Johana's and you both pranced around. Your voice was heard first, singing along a tune before Johana followed. Both of your voices mingling together into a song, but struggling to stay consistent as you both were dancing. By the end of your supposed song, you both were breathlessly laughing.

"That was wonderful, (Y/N)!" Johana twirled and you grinned in response, "I'm glad you think so, and remember, this can be between us while Lord Turpin is away."

Johana smiled and nodded, "Yes!"

Richard was confused, why would you have to make her hide that stuff from him, only to remember the arrangement between your marriage. He backed up, tried his best to be quiet as he opened the door and closed it, with more volume to the slam.

He took off his coat and hanged it up before noticing you - Johana following behind you- walk out the master room.

"You're home, welcome back dear." And you smiled kindly towards him.

Richard nodded slightly before greeting you with a chaste kiss, "I'm...famished."

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"Did you have fun with (Y/N)?" He asked after everyone finished eating. Johana nodded in response, "Yes, Lord Turpin. She taught me new things, and I'm grateful she is here." and he turned to you as you were watching Johana as you with a precious smile. He couldn't do it, not now. He couldn't set up the wall now, not when you were enjoying yourself and so was Johana.

"And what new things did she teach you that hasn't been taught?" He asked curiously and that's when he noticed the uncomfortable shifting.

You spoke up for her, "It's information for ladies, dear." You gave him a reassuring smile, "Just know it was fun and delightful."

Richard nodded and he replayed the dancing and singing in his mind. Perhaps one of these days he would surprise you to a dance, and he would see that bright smile on you only for him

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I had this is in my mind for days... for DAYS...

No plot just smut, yum.

Judge Turpin x reader x Snape

Moans were loud from your end as the other end of the spectrum where the quiet, but desperate grunts of Severus Snape underneath, thrusting into your wet cunt as he held your hips in place.

You were trembling, shaking, overestimated from the prior events and you desperately wanted to end this, but he wouldn't let you.

You felt a second pair of hands, each wrapping you in a different place. One was wrapped from your waist while the other just underneath your breast, rib cage as he pulled you back straight. Snape's thrusts were more pronounced this way and you yelped from the sensitivity.

Your back was pressed against a stiff chest as you shivered in delight feeling his chin resting against your shoulders.

"You are doing a splendid job, little one, such a splendid job." His deep voice rumbled against your ear that made you whimpered in delight.

"Let's give Lord Snape a splendid gift shall we?"

The hand that rested against your hip guided its way to your core, your folds sensitive to touch and wet as well.

"Squeeze him." Instructed Turpin, "squeeze your walls against his thickened member."

The vivid imagery sent chills down your spine as you imagined Snape's reaction. Your eyes were tired, half-closed and you gazed at your partner breathing heavily.

His eyebrows were knitted, forming a crease in the middle, sweat was covering his body as you see his chest rising and lowering with each heavy breath.

"Would you like that, my lo-" you yelped from shock, gasping into the skies as your body immediately squeezed Snape causing him to arch his back and moaned loudly.

Turpin has squeezed your sensitive clit, "Good, good just like that." And he did it again causing the same chain reaction.

Snape proceeded to fuck you, holding your hips as Turpin left kisses around your neck, sometimes pulling your face into a heated kiss. It was too much, it was getting there way too quick.

The next day they each took care of you with their best ways, Turpin by offering you water, comfort, and food. He even offered to read poems to you and left you with nothing but compliments and praises, whereas Snape cuddled you and whispered sweet nothings to your ear.

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will you be updating intricacies of sex on ao3?

Every Friday I decided 😊

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Intricacies of Sex Chapter 7

👀👉🏼👈🏼 Surprise!~~~

You felt a dim light on your face, indicating it was morning. You took a deep breath before releasing it through your nose, cuddling further into the pillow under you and you tensed up. You felt a large arm wrapped around your middle and your body being pulled to a warmer body. You froze in place as you felt a slight breeze tickling your neck, making the small hairs on the back of your neck stand in alert.

You turn your head as much as you can until your chin reached to your shoulder. It strained your eyes, but your cheeks warmed up too quick.

He was sleeping, with you, on the same bed. Short flashbacks of the wedding came back and you felt only sheer embarrassment to be hugged from behind. As best as you could, you turn in his arms without waking him up. His eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly and his hair tousled around from moving around in his sleep. He looked so peaceful in bed. His long shirt had enough space between his sternum to his chin, noticing small gray hair sticking out just slightly. It was the most skin you've seen.

This was too intimate for you, your fascination to this sleeping man was getting to you, admiring the facial features. His eyes seemed clearer to you, and it would make sense since that was due to the lighting outside. His prominent nose looked ever so handsome on him, and those soft, sensual lips he had part-

(Y/N)!!! STOP!!!LOOKING!!!AT!!HIM!!

Oh but you couldn't, you simply couldn't look away. He was a completely different person in bed, so peaceful and so vulnerable, and so intimate.

You subconsciously leaned closer, closing the gap between you and him, slowly and slowly until Richard scooted closer, unknowingly closing the gap between the both of you, lips pressed against each other. Richard twitched from the contact, but your cheeks warmed up, your fists clenched against your own chest. Your eyes were closed, and you were awkward in the kiss until you tilted your head. Deepening the kiss, you felt different than the last few kisses he gave you. While you felt embarrassed for your own actions, you felt empowered that he was the one receiving it. His head was begining to tilt back as well, and he woke up slowly and dazed to something pressed against him.

His blurred vision noticed a shape on him, but the more time he let his eyes adjust, he noticed it was you. Your eyes were closed, and the way you were kissing him sparked him internally. You were having your way on him, and while it was normal for the man to do that, having you initiate the kiss was something he was neither objecting or pushing off. He welcomed it, even let you take it out on him as his knees weaken. Your bodies turned ever so slowly, his back on the mattress and you nearly on top of him. He wanted to moan in the kiss, to the urge and want for you to hear how excited he was as unbearable to the boner that was beginning to form. Your lips were so perfect on him, pressed hard on his, and the aggressiveness with it. His hands tighten at your middle subconsciously and you stiffened. He'd fucked up.

He felt you pull away and he tried following you but you opened your beautiful (e/c) eyes which only widen in shock.

He smirked, "Good Morning, shall I receive this as my wedding gift?" He tried not to smirk, but your face was priceless and adorable, he'd caught you on the act, the act of you wanting him.

The next thing he noticed was the covers over his face and he pulling them down only to watch you enter your new bathroom.

"Did you change me, you pervert?!" And he couldn't help but smirk in thought, "If I did, I personally wouldn't have give it the effort to dress you back up." He mumbled, "No, Johana did!" And he removed his side of the covers to get up, making himself to the bathroom doors, "Also, darling, are you faring well now that you rested?"

"What do you mean?" You nearly snarled at him when he responded in a serious tone, "You fainted last night before you even got the chance to enter manor fully. What I lack to understand is what caused it."

You had fainted, that makes sense why you didn't remember the events, but the way he his tone changed because of the events last night threw you off. He cared? You didn't answer him right away, instead focused on yourself in the mirror. You didn't see any marks on you of any sort, nor were the laces untied. Only the ladies knew the specific knot to the nightgown, and you were surprised to learn that the man behind the door -the man you married and the man that flaunted his sexual prowess- did not dare touch you inappropriately. Then you came to realize, how long had he been awake in your kiss?!

You were beyond pissed at him for you feel such a fool. You wash your face before using the towel to pat the water away, "I am...thank you, for that."

"No need to thank me, love, I'm just relieved you're okay...so I ask again, was the kiss a thank-you, or a wedding gift?"

You opened the door to the bathroom and the amount of control was incredible considering the fact that you notice how much he towered over you. His eyes were darker, but the gentleness was felt just for you. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed across his chest and his leg crossed over the other. He was tall, and he looked more...domesticated considering you've only seen him in dark-shaded clothing, not an ivory white nightgown. It was a complete turn-around.

"...None, it was a kiss for me, not for you." You declared as you walked ahead. You heard a chuckle, and you gently held your biceps as you try not to react to the low rumble from his his stubbled throat.

"Well in that case, feel free to always take a kiss from me." And he walked inside the bathroom before closing the door.

You hated the man, you despised the man. All you wanted to do was take the laces from your nightgown and used them on him, that's all, one reason would take it for you to do it.

You sigh in defeat before dressing yourself.

It was tough to put on the dress yourself when Richard was inside the bathroom, you needed the extra set of hands, and you wondered... how in the world was he living in this manor without help?

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You looked around the manor, admiring the details when you checked each room to familiarize yourself. Upon finding the kitchen, you found Johana. Ah, yes, Johana. You've seen her last night at the wedding. Your introduction to her was brief and short as the party started, but now that you lived in teh same manor, you can easily make conversation with her, "Good Morning." You smiled small, lowering your guard as she was a sweet girl.

Johana smiled, brightly that it took you for surprise. She's so beautiful! Her smile would radiate London if she could. You sat down in the empty chair next to her before preparing your drink, "How are you, Lady Turpin?"

You almost reacted negatively, almost. The urge to grunt in annoyance was there in the tip of the tongue before you caught yourself, "OH you don't need to call me that, (Y/N) is fine, dear." You found it quite intriguing that between you and johana were gapped between a few years, while you and Richard were gapped for over 20 years. His older stature added more to his charm, and you quickly made that thought vanish, denying his attractiveness.

"(Y/N)...you have a lovely name." Johana couldn't stop smiling, and watching her smile was contagious enough that you just kept your smile on, "And you have a lovely smile, Johanna. Don't let anyone that take light from you." and her smile couldn't have brighten up your day more.

"Thank you, I am just rather excited for you to be here. No other woman was here, or man, unless you count the Beadle."

You almost shudder at the name. You saw him at the wedding and his arrogance disgusted you.

"Lord Turpin didn't have anyone else but you in the manor?" You asked again to make sure you weren't mistaken and she nodded.

"That's...so...extreme..." You are immediately saddened at the thought of being alone. To be completely removed from the face of society without ever seeing the light of the sun was something you learned is normal, but it was not how you were raised. There was learning to control impulses, learning to be patient, but still being able to do the things you want to do. You married the opposite man apparently, and you were scared he was going to keep you locked in like Johana.

Give me a few months, sweetheart. I want to help you see the outside, even if it's for a few minutes.

"I'm used to it." accepted Johana and you placed your hand on hers gently, your eyes holding back tears, "One of these days we are going out, just the two of us, how does that sound? A troll around the city, and a delicious place to eat pastry. I just hope it is still there." You commented, but you maintained your eye contact with the gentle blue ones.

"R-really?!" She asked, surprised, but hushed as quick, "Won't Lord Turpin be upset?"

"If he is, good. He should've given more time and dedication to knowing who the type of person he married." You smiled proudly at yourself, but even prouder to take the girl out.

"But we can't go out...not without a man."

"Hm..." Then you got an idea, "I will tell you what, my girl, I'll try to convince my husband for us to go with the Beadle, or with him personally, whichever you prefer." You gave her options, and before she could answer you both hear boots clicking clearly on the floor, indicating who was making their way to the table. You see Judge Turpin in a lighter shade suit this time. His pants, hugging his thighs were beige while the vest was a golden leaf-embroided that gave his face more color and life. In that instance, you were breathless, he reminded you of the time in bed. His soft features, his parted sensual lips, the kiss.

"Good Morning." He announced before sitting down. He noticed your hand on Johana's hand and he glanced at the both of you, "I'm please you two are getting acquainted." He raised the cup of coffee to his lips before taking a silent sip.

You nodded with a soft smile, "Indeed, my lord."

You noticed the slight flinch of his body before his hazel -hazel!- eyes met yours. They were stern, but so comforting to be glanced at, always look at me, and you clear your throat softly before lifting your cup.

Breakfast was silent, and it was killing you. Breakfast with your family was rowdy and loud, you and your sisters were the messiest eaters, and your father couldn't not join in the conversation. Mother did have that side very strict as it was unladylike to be messy at the table.

"Johana, if you don't mind me asking, do you have any hobbies?" You ask with a soft voice, interested to know her.

She was gentle like previous, but her smile was unlike anything. It was contagious and freeing, but in the wrong place.

"I do like practicing the piano in the master room, and I like dedicaing my time to cross-stitching."

Your eyes widen slightly out of surprise, "I love those hobbies. I remember one time as a child, I'd beg mother to let me cross-stitch. It hurt," and you showed her the small scars on your fingertips where you nipped yourself with the needle, "But it was worth it."

Johana stifled a laugh, covering her mouth with her cloth, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."

"Well why else would I admit to such mistakes, you have such a lovely laugh."

Richard was stunned. Just a few minutes in and you were smiling and laughing, making Johana laugh no less. He couldn't help but mildly smile. You two became so inverse in your storytelling, the soft laughter in the manor the much-needed color in here, and Richard glanced up at you. Your eyes were closed, your grin as bright as sunshine and his heart sped up, it's unlike anything he seen...even...even her.

You glanced back at Richard, smiling small and your cheeks warmed up at the sight. His smile did not mean any change in your body, but one that you started falling for. How I yearn to hear a moaning coming out of those lips of yours... and you cleared your throat, getting his attention.

"Dear, I had a proposition..."

He straightened his back, and let you talk.

"How about on one your days off we explore the city? With Johana?" You smiled small.

Johana turned her head towards him, with silent pleading eyes.

Richard stiffened at the idea, but he answered, "I'll think about it."

"Please dear..." and you reached forward, your hand gently caressing his hand and he quickly glanced at it before going back to your eyes.

Minx... He thought to himself, "As I said, I will think about it."

Your smile remained, and you nodded as you removed your hand from his, "Thank you,"

Richard hesitated to receive that smile, not knowing your intentional smile, but he finished his breakfast.

"Are you all finished with breakfast?" You asked, standing up ready to take their plates.

"Yes, oh but I will take care of it." Intervened Johana before you shook your head and grabbed the plates and with the other hand the empty cup's handles, "Nonsense, I'll do it."

"Okay, but I'd like to join you." She stood up and followed you.

"That's fine, Johana." You walked over to the sink.

Richard watched the two of you in silence, and he can see, for some reason, your genuine side. The kind, caring one, the smile so elegantly beautiful in the moment. He shook his head lightly before realizing he needed to go to work. He stood up, "I'll be on my way to work."

"Okay honey, have a good day." You announced towards him before you felt a hand on your waist, the pressure of his fingers pressing against you so good, "Thank you." and he kissed your cheek. You turned your head towards him, and in that moment alone, you felt shock as he kissed you with a slight firmness. When he separated from you, he walked off, and in that moment... That single, bloody moment, you wanted to screw him until he was moaning mess.

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mate I am honesty obsessed with ur judge turpin fic. that kiss scene was literally just a kiss but it was HOT 🥵 if we don’t get to full smut soon I am gonna be very antsy

Oh you shouldn't have said that...

*forgets to post story* /j