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Yall sleeping on this Sam L. Jackson interview about trump lmfao.

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“male loneliness epidemic” and “friendzoning” are similar concepts to me in that the conditions they describe are literally experienced by everyone at some point in their lives but when its men its some sort of profound injustice that needs to be rectified by checks notes giving them unfettered access to the public good that is Women

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My painting of The High Priestess for Star Crossed: A Queer Tarot by @novaandmali! We have a few days left in the Kickstarter; come support a bunch og Gay Art! Support us here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/novaandmali/star-crossed-a-queer-tarot

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ur future nurse is using chapgpt to glide thru school u better take care of urself

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official elon musk hate post reblog to hate like to hate reply to hate

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Shadi Al-Atallah (Saudi Arabian, 1994) - Group Therapy at 8 (2021)

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your soul has something to say

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ever since you got your back tattoo eren only wants to fuck you from behind. p in v, mention of size training, eren is kind of whiny, 18+ had girl with the tattoo blasting while i wrote this, let’s imagine eren’s stroke in time with that beat *drools*. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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the girl with the tattoo

ever since you'd gotten your back tatted, eren always insisted you two do doggy-style. it started off as a joke, but you soon realized how much he enjoyed it. he loved watching your muscles flex with each thrust, and seeing your ink in all its glory. you knew his reasoning behind it, but you couldn't lie, you loved the way he fucked you numb from behind. the way his own tatted hands roamed over your back, tracing the lines of your tattoo, sent shivers down your spine. each touch always felt electrifying, a mix of pleasure and a reminder of the art that adorned your skin. his intense gaze, filled with admiration and desire, making every moment feel even more intimate and raw.

and now here you were, flushed face planted into the sheets, ass raised up in the air. eren had just finished prepping you, and his cock was now pushing into your hole. the first few inches were always a stretch, but after that the pleasure began to take over. eren is fucking huge, so girthy and thick, you don't know how you ever managed to take him at first. but now, you were taking his length like a champ after size training.

“fuck you look so good,” he’s grunting animalistic as he rolls into your soppy velvety walls, the squeeze making his head spin. tears threaten to spill as his hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your doughy flesh, leaving temporary imprints. his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one hitting your cervix sweetly.

“oh my god you’re so fuckin’ wet.” the sight of you glossing him so prettily makes his head lull back in ecstasy. “all f-for you pa.” you’re full on panting, gripping the silk sheets for solace as he stabs into you. “want you to fill me up, make me a m-mommy.” he loves when you talk to him like this. and it’s evident that it spurs him on, his thrust almost painful now as he chases his high. it’s almost pathetic when he cums before you, whining, shaking, pace sloppy.

it’s amusing hearing the six-foot inked man fall apart above you. “fuck—m’sorry,” he whines, spurting his load inside of you until it seeps out. “so sorryyy,” he slurs, still recovering from the toe-curling orgasm. “i-it’s—“ you don’t have time to finish your sentence before he’s propping your ass back up.

“s-shut up, let me take care of you.”

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write weird shit. Write indulgent au fanfiction and self insert fics. Write creepy horror scenes and random character crossover dialogue. Write in a different genre. Write that sex scene that you know won’t make the cut. Write about sentient furniture turning into werewolves that try to date your MC. Write whump or hero/villain fic. Write your kink. Write your worst nightmare. Write your delusions of power and fantasies of control. Write whatever the fuck you feel like. Write whatever comes to mind. You don’t have to share it with anyone (but you can). Your writing impulses don’t define your morality anymore than your reading preferences, and actually going outside your comfort zone will improve your writing skills (making a horrifying villain sympathetic requires good characterization). Even if it doesn’t improve your skills, that’s still something you created out of nothing. It’s still valuable. Don’t let purity culture kill your creativity. That’s how culture stagnates. That’s how writing stops being fun.