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its what he deserves 

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For my sister

Never seen haikyuu

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Keiji after work

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Our new survey data is clear:

Most people have not received any education about what consent is, what it looks like, or how to do it. This needs to change. 

Education about consent is sexual assault prevention.

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I want you all to remember that we live in a world where a ton of hip-hop artists decided to dub over a Korean High School Action movie for fun one day.

We live in a world where Andre 3000 played the lead and Lil Jon played the school bully and they were fighting over the heart of Mya.

What a fucking wonderful world we live in.

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Shout out to interracial, bisexual, pansexual, genderfluid, and otherwise “gray” or “mixed” people who get to deal with shit from pretty much every angle all while having your identity erased, ignored, or redefined for you whenever another group sees fit. I see you, love you, and want to make things better.

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Female names from the Viking Age

Astrid: beautiful, loved Bodil: penance and fight Frida: peace Gertrud: spear Gro: to grow Estrid: god and beautiful Hilda: the fighter Gudrun: god and rune Gunhild: fight Helga: sacred Inga: of the god Inge Liv: of life Randi: shield or shrine Signe: the one who is victorious Sigrid: victorious horsewoman Revna: raven Sif: wife and bride Tora: of the god Thor Tove: dove Thyra: helpful Thurid: Thor and beautiful Yrsa: wild or she bear Ulfhild: wolf or battle Åse: goddess

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there was something about your brother being a plug that was fun; and it wasn’t just stealing from his stash of edibles.

but more so his clients. specifically a college guy named torū oikawa.

he was from japan, 6’0 or so, and majorly sexy—but “off-limits” according to your brother. not only was torū his client, but also his friend.

but your brother didn’t have to know.

so when your brother had to leave for a bit to meet with his friends, you were awaiting torū to come get his order at your house. he wanted to blow off steam from a volleyball match loss and what better way to do so than to take a little edible.

one thing led to another and all of a sudden, you were eating the shit he bought from your brother: some nice homemade brownies.

“this hits the spot,” he murmured. you felt your gaze cement on his figure sprawled out across the couch while he felt the effects of the edible take in place.

“mhm…” you giggled and leaned towards him. his chocolate brown eyes kept staring at the ceiling fan turn and turn.

the sunset was peering through the thin spaces of the window blinds and his pretty little features entranced you. the way his hooded eyes stared, his veiny hands placed upon the couch, his evidently toned legs concealed by his jeans that fit him so snug. even the way his adam’s apple popped out drove you so insane.

your memory got a bit foggy but what you do remember was pulling him in to make out—oh how his lips were from the brownie: all sweet and a hint of vanilla from his lip balm.

“fuck, pretty girl. you’re so fucking sweet,” he murmured as his lips attacked your neck sensually, his fingers going down to rub at your wet folds.

all you could do was squirm at his euphoric touches—even at the way he stared at you like you were water and he was parched. the way he touched you was like you werte a piece of clay and he was the sculptor: ever so meticulous yet rough and gentle at the same time.

your edible intake didn’t help either; every touch he gave you made you feel like your body was on cloud 9.

“so wet, pretty girl. so so good.” he whispered, his words slightly muffled from his lips being on your neck. your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his erection against the plush of your thigh: all hard and stiff from the confines of his jeans.

you felt torū’s long fingers slowly adjust in slipping down your cute jean skirt to your knees, helping him access your wet cunt better. “so cute, baby…”

your eyes stayed on him as he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants; then they widened when you saw how delectably long he was. so so long.

a giggle slipped from your lips and you felt giddy and wet. “you can take it. right, baby?” you just nodded just to get a feel—a taste.

that small giggle turned into a near wanton moan as you felt him slowly enter your tight wet cunt; not even your slick could help with the immense stretch.

“god, torū…” you whined. you felt damn near breathless at the sensation of how good he felt.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he whimpered, “i’m gonna cum. fuck—“

“m-me too,” you shut your eyes closed at his slow pace. you felt him in the most literal sense; the veins and the way he simply moved.

the sound of your slick with his thrusts filled the room with your labored breathing and his constant low whimpers. you felt a wave of euphoria come over you as you finally came on his dick.

“you’re so good, pretty. did so good f’me.”

his pace became even more excruciatingly slow and you felt him buck his hips and cock twitch, his moans becoming more wanton and loud.

and just when you felt him finish and fill you, you heard your phone buzz from your brother, letting you know what he was coming back earlier than expected.

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MOMMA WILL GIVE ADVICE.

ALWAYS REMEMBER: MENSTRUATING DOES NOT MAKE YOU BAD. IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE SICK. IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE DIRTY.

First of all, do not go swimming in the ocean to look for Momma.  Momma will be right here. Momma suggests that at first sign of blood, take tylenol. If you are super in tune with your body, take it when you estimate it will start soon!

Momma knows EXACTLY what to do for cramps. Eating cranberries or drinking their juice is a wonderful way to get rid of cramps. Another way to help with the pain is to rest on your bed like in the picture, butt in the air and head on the ground.  Also, if you do not like pads OR tampons, there are more solutions!

There is the softcup! And the mooncup!

They are very similar to one another. They are basically soft, silicone cups that go up into your lady cave that collect the blood.The softcup is a bit more expensive. Also, Momma says that if you want to have sex and not have gushing everywhere, you can use a softcup! The mooncup is a lot like the softcup, but it is reusable. Momma will remind you that you MUST disinfect it in boiling water.  You can even use natural sea sponge like a tampon!  Momma says it’s okay.  There are also cotton reusable pads!

Momma is also thinking of you men that have periods, too! There is a special kind of boxers that you can buy with a special pocket for sanitary products! It also comes with a bulge.

The most important thing to do, menstruating or not, is to love and respect yourself. Do not feel ashamed, and get through it as well as you can!

Momma loves you!

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Imagine going to get your fortune told. The Fortune Teller warns you that their deck of tarot cards is enchanted so instead of them showing pictures of the traditional symbols that represent the cards’ different meanings, the cards instead take on the image of what/whoever is causing that card’s influence in your life. Imagine picking the Lovers card and seeing your F/C’s face smiling up at you.

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Did you ever realize how much your body loves you? It’s always trying to keep you alive. It’s making sure you breathe while you sleep, stopping cuts from bleeding, fixing broken bones, finding ways to beat the illnesses that might get you. Your body literally loves you so much. It’s time you start loving it back.

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It’s 1:30am and I’m sobbing into my pillow.

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I recently started doing “Zombies, Run!” and my god does it motivate you! Nothing makes you run faster quite like hearing the moans of the living dead gradually getting closer. I’ve run some of my fastest 5k times EVER.

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nitrqin:

I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.

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i wish i could save my selfies and not be embarrassed about them

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guess what?

you’re not obligated to forgive your abuser/s

if it’s been two weeks, a month, a year, or even a decade since your abuse happened, you still have a right to be angry about what happened

you don’t have to “get over it”

you don’t have to forgive your abuser/s and you DEFINITELY don’t have to trust them

it’s okay to hurt

it’s okay to want them to hurt. because they should.