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Money Cats masterpost, to have your LIFE!! filled with money.

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"it's okay to live with your parents as an adult if you're disabled" "it's okay if it's a cultural thing" "it's okay if you're trying to save mon-" shh. listen. it is okay for any reason. you don't need to have a justification. if your parents are alright with it and you're alright with it you can just do it. peace and love on planet earth etc etc

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if you're black, reblog this

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me the second anyone brings up using chatgpt or c.ai

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MY SISTERS KEEPER

HI GUYYYYYSSSS!!!!! IM FINALLY WRITING AGAIN! Let me know what you think!

My mother had instilled the fact that I was my sister’s keeper from my birth. I was the youngest in a family of five. Anastasia, Nesta, Argonne,Demetrius, and (Name).

Cassian was your mate. You both knew of the bond but he wanted Nesta. He made that very clear. Tonight, it was an awkward dinner. Argonne was on a mission and Nesta was doing something with Demetrius and Anastasia. “Did you…get up to much today?” Cassian asked. He had been avoiding you all day. I ignore him and continue eating in silence. Cassian soon exploded at my lack of response.

“WE ARE MATED, (NAME)!” He shouts, furious at my lack of attention. I look up from my dinner and stare at him. My eyes no longer bright to the world. Instead empty like a shell

“Yet your heart yearns for another. Let us stop the madness and end this misery we call a bond. Why shall I watch you yearn for my sister when I can be free?” I retort, truly begging for once. Begging to be free from the wretched thing we call a bond.

“I…I will not break our bond. The gods put us together and I shall honor them.” Cassian says as he looks out the window and at the setting sun. Cassian sits back down, having risen at the fever pitch of my begging.

“Is it fair that I wish for my sisters death while you wish for her love? Is it fair that at night I feel how you touch me and wish it was her? Was my sisters birth for naught but to bring me misery all my life? Eat your food husband.” I ask Cassian, having said husband with spite, knowing how much he truly hates that term coming from my lips and not Nesta’s.

He does not answer , instead he looks down at the table. I stand and walk towards the bedroom. Pausing to look at him one last time…..

I reach the bedroom and take a dagger from under my pillow. I had put it there eons ago waiting for the courage. The courage I finally had. I walk over to the window and I stare out of thewindow, dagger in hand. I place it above my heart. With one final look at the sunset. I thrust the silver blade into my heart. Freeing myself from the wretched curse of life.

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thank you Canada 🇨🇦

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"Waa why aren't fandoms fun anymore" because you keep policing people's headcanons, make fun of cosplayers,make fun of selfshipers, make fun of beginner artists and just make fun of people for having fun 😐

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The State department has changed LGBTQ to LGB.

If you claim to care about trans people now is a good time to show genuine ally ship.

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My message to the owners of merciful human hearts

Hello my friends

My name is Mohammed from the northern Gaza Strip. I was displaced with my family to Mawasi Khan Yunis, where we live in a miserable shelter due to the war conditions on the Gaza Strip

I would like to tell you that my family, consisting of my children, my elderly father and mother, needs all the necessities of life, as we are now deprived of all these needs..

A child from my family who was sick with a heart condition died due to the war conditions and the lack of life-saving medicine

I was living in my home before the war in good conditions and a luxurious house and I also had a car, but the war turned us into poor people who cannot even find our daily sustenance.. and we cannot find medicine for my elderly parents..

Please donate to save us from the hell of the Gaza Strip, as my family and I are planning to escape from the Gaza Strip to Egypt through the Rafah crossing as soon as it opens, but this plan requires huge sums of money that we pay to travel brokers

Please help us and donate to us, and we will not forget your support for the oppressed in the Gaza Strip Gaza

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Mí ninõ, my son, my prize

Platonic Damian Wayne

It’s a usual dark and wet night in Gotham. The usual struggle between Batman and foes taking place. But this time they have an audience. A large towering figure watches from the shadows as robin fights beside Batman. Their eyes gleaming from the darkness as they observe without a word. Before either Bruce or Damian sees them they disappear.

For weeks the figure lurks in the shadows, watching but never interrupting. Like a shadow. The first to encounter them is Jason Todd, better known as red hood. As he does his nightly rounds he sees her. A towering figure watching Batman and robin fight from a roof top. He quickly climbs to the roof trying his best to be silent. He sneaks behind the woman, he sees what she’s watching..Damian. He scoffs thinking to himself

“Great another pervert to deal with”

The woman turns and looks down at Jason, it’s then he realizes the towering height difference between them. The woman is a height he’s only seen in the Amazonian women tribe. Her voice is deep, a perfect tone for her towering height but still feminine.

“I am not a pervert.” She says examining him with a critical eye.

Jason freezes under the woman’s intense gaze. She turns back to the fight only to see both Damian and Bruce watching her. Bruce with his stoic look but Damian, Damian has a look of recognition. The woman jumps from the buildings roof, landing with the grace of a feline, completely unscathed. She approaches.

“Bruce-“ but before she can finish Damian takes a step closer. Jason froze, feeling a wave of fear wash over him as the sound of footsteps interrupted the tense silence. He knew who it was without even turning, and he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the impending interaction. But his breath hitched as he saw F/N react to Damian's arrival, her reaction almost feral as she practically shoved Bruce out of the way, her focus entirely fixed on him. Jason shifted behind his mask, his heart rate quickening, knowing that this could be bad.

"ma’am, wait-" He started. I ignore him and slowly walk over to Damian, circling him with a critical eye. Jason watched, his heart pounding as she approached Damian. He clenched his jaw, his mind racing, trying to anticipate how this confrontation would go. Damian stood his ground, his expression guarded, but Jason could see a hint of unease and vulnerability in his eyes. Jason clenched his fists, not knowing what to do or how to intervene. He glanced at Bruce, who was standing there silently, his expression tense and anxious.

She squats in front of Damian so she is no longer a large imposing figure but instead on his level. Bruce moves closer but a glare from both Damian and F/N stops him in his tracks.

Her voice is kind as she speaks to Damian. Taking on a motherly tone, but with her voice and harsh accent. It sounds foreign…but not unkind.

“You know who I am don’t you? That woman didn’t completely erase me from you.”

Damian nods.

“I leave to fight the gods, to protect you and I return to you gone. The cradle still wet from where I laid your clay ridden body. Still so soft. He gave you to her.”

She shoots a glare a Bruce who has the nerve to never break his stoic gaze.

“You were my one gift from the gods, Damian. And when I left to fight he took you. He is your father but that woman will never be your mother. That title is mine and mine alone.”

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i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.

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Please. I’ll be a good boy~

Price x male reader

TW: Smut, cheating

Price and M/N. Always seen together and never far from one another. It wasn’t like that at first though. No it was much different than it is now. It was always M/N chasing after his shadow, like a puppy following his master around.

Just how Price liked it.

M/N was handpicked by Laswell for the 141, his skills undeniably showed how eager he was to please. He needed to please so bad it hurt at times. His eyes showed it, like a puppy begging for a treat after doing a trick. Price used that to his advantage.M/N wasn’t stupid. He knew what was happening but he was pleasing someone so he didn’t care.

“Nice to meet you, captain Price. Pleasure to be here.” M/N said, trying to sound firm and not meek but failing. Price smiled and thought to himself.

“Perfect~”

As the months go by M/N is unable to keep that side of him hidden for long. Eager to please and satisfied but craving more when he does. Price watches with satisfaction as M/N tries to get a hint of praise. Going above and beyond on missions, doing his best and far past his best all in hopes of getting praises from the man he looks up too. And hopes he will one day be like. Price had always planned for it to be like this. And when it was time for reviews he put his plan in motion.

“M/N L/N. Rank: Sergeant” Price read aloud. Discreetly eyeing M/N as he spoke. Watching the younger male squirm.

“You seem nervous soldier.” Price pointed out.

“A-A bit, sir. Just eager to please is all.” M/N forces a chuckle

Price nods and reads the file some more. Making a point to scribble a few things down every now and then. Watching M/N squirm makes the bulge in his pants twitch ever so slightly. He adjusts himself before sitting the paper down.

“Come here.” He orders. M/N obliges with no hesitation. Now standing in front of Price. M/N glances down at the gold band resting on Prices finger. A ring he wears like a badge but is more than willing to ignore for the puppy in front of him.

“On your knees.” He orders M/N. Eager to please M/N listens. Forgetting all about the golden band on his captains finger. He no sits face to face with Prices twitching bulge. He gulps.

Price unbuckles his belt, keeping an eye on M/N’s expression. M/N licks his lips. Never taking his eyes off the captains hands, he swallows thickly. Price takes himself into his hand. Stroking himself to hardness. M/N never moves his eyes. Drooling and staring unblinkingly. Praying and hoping the captain will allow him to take him in his mouth. He whimpers out.

“Please.” Desperate to taste the man. He isn’t above begging. No… he’s far below it.

Price takes M/N hair into his fist, guiding his head to his hardness he forces M/N’s head down. No need to really. As soon as Price grabs his head M/N dives in. Swallowing around him and whimpering. Eager for praise from the one he admires he does his best. So eager to be a good boy for Price.

Suddenly, Prices phone rings. M/N doesn’t stop, to absorbed in finally getting to taste his captain he continues to swallow around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside even as Prices hand stills and he picks up his phone.

M/N is so absorbed he doesn’t catch the call. Only bits and pieces. From what he registers its Prices wife on the line. M/N sucks harder at the realization making Price let out a groan.

“Nothing, love. Bumped my hip is all” Price says to his wife as he thrusts deeper into M/Ns throat almost at his end. His wife’s concern pushes him closer.

He’s in his recruits throat, on the phone with his wife. The dirtiness of the situation making him cum. With a quiet groan he looks down at M/N. He gives him the words M/N has been craving. Pulling the phone from his ear he speaks.

“Good boy.”

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PICK ME…. please?

Price x Male reader

TW: Angst, cheating

M/N was a loner growing up. He never had the means to make friends. He was shy and mainly closed off. He tried to grow out of it when he grew up. And it worked. He made friends, found love and felt like part of the family. He grew up alone, smaller than the other boys but not fun enough to play with the girls. He vowed for it no longer be like that when he grew up. And he kept his vow when he met Price.

He met Price at a pub. They hit it off immediately. They talked all night though M/N did notice Price looking at a few women every now and again he thought nothing of it. As the night came to a close they exchanged numbers. Though M/N couldn’t help but ask before things became serious

“You’re gay…right?” M/N asks hesitantly. Trying his best to sound nonchalant.

Price hesitates for a moment. He had enjoyed talking to M/N all night. But in all reality Price had no interest in men. Not in dating them or fucking them. He doesn’t think for a moment longer before he responds

“…yeah. I’m gay” Price responds. M/N is so happy he doesn’t notice the hesitancy in his voice. M/N smiles a bright smile and give Price his number.

Weeks pass by after their first meeting. They go on dates when ever they get the chance, they call everyday. The relationship between them blossom more and more until eventually months pass by. Price asks M/N to meet the team. M/N is ecstatic, finally meeting his “boyfriends” team and close friends. He couldn’t help but feel nervous though. He brushed it off as nerves. He had never been the best at meeting new people.

He soon arrives to the base. He goes through each checkpoint and eventually gets his visitor pass. Price had been telling M/N about a woman on base. He called her a “pick me girl”. M/N couldn’t help but wonder if he would run into her. M/N collects his things and finds his way to the common room where Price and his team are waiting to meet him. M/N enters a bit hesitant but excited.

M/N is first spotted by Price. He’s dressed in his civilian clothes and M/N can’t help but feel his heart flutter as he thinks “My boyfriend is so handsome”. His cheeks flush at that thought. “Boyfriend” it had a nice ring to it he thinks to himself. M/N smiles big and walks over to Price giving him a peck on the cheek, not noticing the odd looks from his team.

But before M/N can speak a woman enters the common room. She ignores M/N and clings to Price right arm immediately. M/N stares a bit confused. He ignores it and introduces himself to Prices team one by one. Bonding with Gaz and Soap, while only greeting Ghost. Having been told that Ghost isn’t a very big people’s person. Him and Soap are joking about how him and Price met and started dating when the woman suddenly starts talking to Price in a high pitched voice.

“You never spend the night at my house anymore~ don’t you miss me~? I miss when you used to come over. You haven’t been over in weeks~!” The woman squeaks out.

M/N blanks. *Weeks*….? M/N and Price celebrated their nine month anniversary three weeks ago. M/N walks over to Price

“What is she talking about?” He asks in a hesitant tone.

“Listen I have no idea! I swear” Price exclaims in a panicked voice

“I thought you said you were gay?” M/N asks in a hurt voice

Price froze. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost all also froze. Laswell just watched silently.

"Err..." He was completely embarrassed and caught off guard. Price was usually smooth, he knew how to lie his way out of situations, but this? This was completely new. He muttered, looking you in the eyes.

"I am gay.." *He said, quietly.

M/N hears the hesitancy in his voice. M/N steels himself, preparing to ask the one question he knows will shatter his heart.

“Please don’t lie to me, John. Do you even have any remote interest in men?….. In me?”

He inhaled deeply and exhaled. Price tried to avoid your gaze, knowing his answer wouldn't make things any better.

"I.."

He struggled to say the words, knowing once he admitted the truth, it'd all be over. Price looked back at you, hesitantly, then spoke, in barely a whisper, his voice cracking slightly-

"No. I don't."

M/N feels his heart shatter. He tries so hard to keep it together as he takes off his visitor pass and grabs his bag and keys. He quickly walks out of the building. He reaches his car and quickly gets in. He drives home. When he enters his house that’s when he allows the damn to break. He cries and cries. He cries like a child who lost something. In all reality he feels just like that. Like a child who lost something important. As he cries be can’t help but feel his heart shatter. He feels the pieces scatter like it’s a game. He allows himself to cry like he never has before. Knowing that his tears won’t bother anyone. Knowing that he is truly alone once again.

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RULES FOR MY BLOG

You all are more than welcome to send in requests but if you do here are some things I don’t write for:

Scat

Ped0phila

Animals

I don’t mind writing smut I actually like writing it but be warned I’m still learning to write stuff like this. Do not ever send hate to me because my favorite button is the block button. I’m not transphobic I’m trans myself but I don’t like writing trans work. It makes me uncomfortable to write about female anatomy.

STAY AWAY IF YOU ARE:

Transphobic

M.A.P

Terf

Zoophile