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a butch being so condescending and mean with their voice, but so sweet with their actions. their fingers slow, careful, touching me like i'm something delicate. they kiss my forehead, pet my hair, and wipe my tears so gently—while whispering the meanest things in my ear. telling me how needy i am, how pathetic i look, and how i always fall apart so easily for them.

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do people really like femmes who whimper and whine instead of screaming? who moan softly instead of loudly? who cover their own mouths when they think they’re being too noisy? who uses their body to communicate so their partner has to say 'use your words'? are we messing with quiet, shy femmes? 🎀

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pretty femme who yaps about their favorite games with a big beaming smile as they warm a strap x butch who is trying to nod and follow along but cant help but fuck into their heat every now and then to see their femme’s face scrunch up

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We should be friends, I am from Chicago and 24yr old man hbu?

I don’t really know what to do with that information…

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you don't get it they are best bros they are teammates they've known each other for like 2 weeks they are madly in love they would do anything for each other they are friends they fucked on the first week they met they understand each other more than anyone they don't even know if the other has a middle name they fathered a child together they are married but also divorced

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some girlies to lament the fact that I don't have cool cargo pants

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The haunting ancient Celtic carnyx being played for an audience. This is the sound Roman soldiers would have heard their Celtic enemies make.

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Spoilers for 28 years later

Something I really was not expecting from 28 years later was the commentary on zombies and how we have come to perceive them (culturally speaking) as completely deshumanized bodies that we can kill gleefully.

28 years later is constantly reminding you that its zombies are infected people, not mythical creatures completly removed from us. That doesn't make them less dangerous, or killing them in self defense (or even mercy-killing them) wrong. But it does give a sinister spin on the "zombies killer" warrior figure that a lot of zombie media come to present as a given.

The movie does that through two main narative devices. Humanizing the infected and deconstructing the ideology behind the zombies killer figure.

It humanizes the infected notably by:

Introducing the Alphas. They are an extra threats sure, but they are also capable of reasons.

The entire plot with the pregnant infected woman.

The fact the everyone in Great-Britain is treated the same by the outisde world, infected or not.

Isla's disease. Isla is sick from a mystery illness that impairs her mental capacities. Isla is not infected, but she is often confused and sometimes even physically lashes out in way that are violent (when she wakes up and break everything on her nightstand, in the same scene she also turns against Jamie). I don't think it is a coincidence that Isla is the only character in the entire movie that kills an infected with her bare hands, and then has trouble remembering it. It is also not a coincidence that she is the first one showing compassion on screen to an infected.

The fact that Dr Kelson treats infected and non-infected in the exact same way in death and does not immediately turns to killing the infected to defend himself from them.

It deconstructs the figure of the zombie killer by:

Having Jamie being a troubling figure and an even more troubling father figure. He insists on taking his son on his first killing trip three years before it is common to do so (something the movie points out explicitly twice). He says he likes the smell of rotting carcasses. He lies to make his son appear more heroic (I am not saying that Spike was cowardly or anything, but still Jamie does embelish how this first hunt went).

The community that sanctions this kind of attitude is very much coded as conservative in an uncomfortable way. It is for example, routinely visually compared with English history (through the display of medieval battles and images of the boers war). However everytime it is compared to the medieval era (the mythical chivalric) the images shown are very clearly extracted from movies and artistic depictions rather than rigourous reconstruction. The only real images shown are from most recent colonial wars in which England commited war crimes.

It is nice to see a zombie film not taking the zombies as acceptable killable meatsack as a given.

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thinking about coming home from a long day of work and finding my pretty puppy waiting for me. i'm frustrated and tired, kicking my shoes off at the door and setting my things down as they run up to me all excited.

but i don't want to hear them talk right now. all i want to hear from them is the pathetic whines and whimpers they'll elicit when i shove them hard against the wall. one hand in their hair, tilting their head to one side so i can devour the sweet flesh of their neck, while the other hand runs down their thighs, feeling how wet they are for me already.

i wanna make them lay down so i can ride their pathetic tongue and god- fuck, those moans. i can feel every vibration from the sweet sounds that spill from them as they eat me out like they need it. like they've been waiting for this all day like a starved animal.

i wanna grind down on their face and rut like a bitch in heat against their nose to get myself off further.

i wanna lose count of how many times i cum in their mouth and how many times they thank me for blessing them with such bountiful pleasures.

and when i'm too tired to move myself, i wanna lay on my back. i want their big, strong arms to wrap around my thighs and hold me in place as they suck and lick and kiss at my dripping cunt. "that's right, baby," i'll say. "keep eating my pussy, just like that. you were made for this. you were made to please me."

just thinking...

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the restorative power of nature, aka the “go outside and touch grass” compilation

(1 and 9: The Nature Fix, Florence Williams; 2: tweet by down2marss; 3: tumblr post by @llleighsmith; 4: Illuminated Streaks Appear to Fall from Trees in Light Paintings, Vitor Schietti; 5: This Matter of Culture, Jiddu Krishnamurti; 6: Letter to Family, Friends, and Editors, Franz Kafka; 7: discord message sent to me; 8: photo i took at a beach in 2018)

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Dr. Melissa King x me

Dr. Melissa King X fem!reader ig I was just horny for her bad and made a playlist to imagine each song progressing us through our night… I lowkey didn’t finish it, so it lowkey just ends 🤷🏾‍♀️ Also, I made her on sims 4 and put her in the gallery, if you play the sims and are also obsessed with Mel! Also, the playlist is a lot of rnb because I’m black and listen to rnb, Mel listening to Savage makes me believe she would also listen to rnb, and even if she didn’t I would convert her into a RnbDuringSexTruther!

About 1 hour and 20 minutes of playlist connected

Jungle-Mel walked in late, with the dark night abyss behind her, engulfing her. Her shoulders slouched over as she slowly opened the door, her eyes fixated on her hands. As if she was wrestling to keep the thoughts of lingering patients outside, she shut the door slower than she opened it.

Share My World-I wanted to give her a hug but knew after a shift she would need to regulate first. Put down her bag, talk to Becca, and shower. I try to support her from the couch, with a warm smile and soothing words. "We had dinner and did our night routine! She's waiting up to say goodnight to you.” She wearily smiled to acknowledge she was gonna go talk to Becca. I didn’t want to seem like I was reminding her of her sisterly duties. I wanted to be there to make her days and nights easier. “I can get the shower started for you?" She nodded with that tired look, her eyebrows scrunched and eyes drooping.

Going-From placing her towels out and cutting the water on in the bathroom, I heard her and Becca laughing in the other room. Picking out which clothes to lay out for her, I heard Becca’s door close. When she came in I could see her face relaxing. Walking past me, with a listless kiss, she picked her clothes off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

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Focus-I heard the shower shut off, while I was on the couch. Followed by footsteps down the hallway a few minutes later signaling for me to put down my book. Her shoulders relaxed and face fresh, this time my smile was reciprocated.

Go There With You-She sat down beside me and asked me about my day. I gave her the spark-notes and asked about her day. As she was recounting her day, her cadence slowed down and her gaze started to falter from my eyes. They started to fall lower to my lips, then my breasts, and then landed themselves on my hips bringing her sentence to a slow halt. With a small shake of her head, she continued describing her shift and fixated her eyes back up to my lips. My breath quickened, my body went a bit soft.

Like That!-Placing my hand on her thigh, I scooted closer to her. I was looking at her eyes and taking in all her features. “Mhmm?” I was asking about something not very important to me at the moment. She went into more detail slowly and moved closer, resting a hand on the side of my neck. “So it was a good day?” I ask, while she put her hand on the side of my jaw, her warmth drawing me into her.

Imperfect For You-She leaned in and whispered an “Mhm.” Then her lips grazed mine once, then twice, and then pressed her lips firmly up into mine. The momentum pushing my head back with her movements. My body followed, and so her body was very close and slightly over mine. Fluidly moving back so our lips would momentarily part for bittersweet brief moments. Her hands around my hips, fingers pushing up my nightgown. The sensation coaxed a whine out of me. “Listen to those pretty whines you’re making for me. God you’re so perfect for me”

Coming Down-She looked up at me and said “You’re already worked up. What have you been thinking about?”. I stiffed a giggle, I love when she poses those rhetorical suggestive questions. It makes me feel predictable in a way that she knows me so well and she’s so smart. When she realizes I’m too flustered to answer she pulled back, looked me up and down real quick, motioned her head to side, and said “Let’s go to our bed?”.

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Butterflies-“Just lay down and let me take care of you” with a faint smile. Moving her hands down my body to gently laying me back as an excuse to massage my sides and thighs on the way down. She takes her time rubbing her thumbs in circular motions warming my body up. As she continues her palms grazed mine once over my skin causing me to shudder and get really breathy.

Calling On You-Her head makes her way down between my legs, leaning against my thigh with a smile. She is so skilled with her lips alternating between being wrapped around my clit until I start moaning too much too soon and she goes back to flat licking right underneath my clit. She began to have a very focused look and said “That’s it. You look so beautiful like that.” With a smile poking through, before going back to her focused face.

Jersey Luv-She looks up with a stern look. Followed by her head coming back up my body to encase my lips. She puts her hand back on my jaw to kiss me. When I whimper again she moves her hand to massage my sides, down the my hips, and to my inner thighs.

All Mine-She says with a determined face “Open your legs.” while staring at my hips. Right after, she quickly looks up and her features soften, but her eyes still just as sex drunk, and says "please". I obliged because I know she just gets very focused and can forget to be softer or more polite. As I let my legs fall open, she smiles and kisses my jaw and neck. Her kiss become more sparse as she starts to more her fingers around my clit.

You Don’t Even Know-She looks down at her hands moving, speeding up and slowing down based on the sounds I make. I watch her face adorned with a slight smirk that becomes more prominent whenever I make a noise. I have to hold myself from making more noise just to see the look on her face. “You like that? Do you like when I touch you like this?” She asked. All I can do is kiss her and whine into her mouth. When I pull away I see the smirk at the highest level so far and hear her mutter “I can tell how much you like this because you can’t even answer me.”. I roll my eyes, but she’s not wrong.

Lowkey-She moves onto her elbow and knee, so she can be half over me. She rubs my clit a-few more times before slipping in her fingers and asking if I’m okay. Her neck leaning down over my face, her eyes look back and forth between my face and her hands. Her finger sped up and yet so consistent and controlled in their ‘come here’ motion. I’m drowning in her pleasure with consistently, quiet obscene sounds. She decided to stop surveilling her hand and kissed me.

Forever Yours-I was on cloud nine AND moaning into her mouth! I placed hands on each side of her face while leaning into kissing her. When she abruptly pulled away and proclaimed “No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else is ever going to make you feel as good as I make you feel. You're all mine.”. I answer back “I’m all yours.” and pull her back in for a kiss. She speeds up again and adding more force.

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“Aw what’s the matter baby? Did you miss me? You can’t even get off when I’m not here to take care of you. You just need me to make you feel good, isn’t that right? ”

”What do you want? You want me to touch you? Say it. Use your words. I can only help you if you tell me what you need.”

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I wish I was married already and the love of my life was laying next to me, ready to take my side and support me through everything. I just know there is the perfect person out there for me and we would be so great together and make each others lives better. The type of love where both of our smiles grow when we see each other.

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good morning to black lesbains and black lesbains only the rest of of y’all… have the day you deserve

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