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simply the fact that different body types for women go in and out of style throughout the decades should be enough to tell you that women’s bodies are considered consumable goods under capitalism

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Everyone here on Tumblr you know that the war in Gaza is over but for me the war is not over because when you see yourself living in a tent that does not protect you from the rain and cold or you see yourself unable to provide food for yourself and your family and you see your memories become a dream and you cannot do anything and you are confused this is the real war your donation makes a difference in my life

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mdni. sub-top puppy vi. power-bottom fem-reader. ass tribbing. pet play. degradation. orgasm denial. based off this video.

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vi humps her cunt against your ass any chance she gets—sneaking up on you in the kitchen and rutting away like a dumb mutt; grinding her clit against you in the early mornings, while you’re still pliant and sleepy; pulling you into dark, grimy alleyways and pressing you against a cold brick wall, rubbing her clothed-pussy against you and saying, “i’m sorry, baby, i’m—hnghh! needed you, need you!”

and you let her take what she needs; finding a perverse sense of satisfaction in knowing she’ll have to wear sticky, soiled underwear until you two get home.

tonight, you return late after a long day, ready to knock out in bed. you should’ve known vi would never let that happen, not when her pussy has been leaking all day thinking about you. 

it’s unsurprising—but nevertheless lewd—to find vi in your shared bedroom, humping your pillow in specific. she has drool dribbling down her chin, teeth marks imprinted into her lips from the severity of her gnawing on the skin. she looks like a feral dog. and, of course, you’ll have to punish her, train her to be a good puppy.

”jesus, baby, how long have you been at this for?” you murmur, tossing your bag to the floor and kicking off your shoes.

fuck, your pillow is soaked through—no doubt, ruined. judging by the severity of the stains, she’s must’ve come at least thrice, rubbing her pussy raw in your absence. you’ll have to throw your pillowcase in the trash, sleep on it bare tonight, all because vi decided she couldn’t keep it in her pants until you got home. what a naughty girl she is.

“i—i can explain, just—“

you shush her plaintively, tugging your pants down your legs, followed by your underwear, and crawl onto the bed. 

“come here, doggy,” you say, nice and syrupy, patting your lap slow as if she’s too stupid to understand. it’s degrading, it’s condescending, and vi’s blood burns white-hot. still, she crawls over to you.

you flip onto your stomach when vi reaches you, and she instantly knows what you’re suggesting, body going boneless, head fuzzy. her round puppy-eyes are wide and a little desperate—especially crazed when she sees your wet pussy squished between your thighs, and she wants to touch you there so badly, but she knows you won’t allow her to, given that she’s been a bad dog.

instead, she settles her cunt onto your ass—and vi has always run hot, but the warm slick of her pussy feels profoundly molten against you right now. she languidly drags her clit along the curve of your rear, huffing air through her nose, and patience is obviously not her strong suit, never has been—poor, needy puppy—so she briskly picks up the pace, having waited for you long enough. her arousal spreads across the skin of your ass in long, soggy stripes.

”oohh—oh, hnngff—fuck!”

she’s mewling high in her throat, digging crescents into the skin of your hips, holding you still like you’re a fuckdoll for her to use. you almost want to scold vi for being so needy, for treating you like nothing more than an object to be played with. but you’re tired after a long day, your mind is mush, and the desperate little noises she’s making are so cute. vi can have her fun for now.

consequently, you melt into the plush of your bed like butter on toast. the damp, pink hair framing her cunt tickles your skin every now and again.

she presses her breasts against your back, hooking her arms underneath your torso like a backpack. her clit feels so swollen against your ass—pretty thing must be flushed purple and red with need—and then she starts rutting against you at a breakneck pace.

”slutty baby,” you coo. “that’s right, just make yourself feel good.”

vi whines in response, high-pitched and vaguely animalistic. “shit, shit, please—“

she’s humping your ass like a dog with a chew toy, whimpering through gritted teeth, and her nails pinch the skin of your shoulders—hard enough to sting. vi’s so far gone, so fuckdrunk, you doubt she notices. and it’s okay, the sharp pain bites pleasantly—makes it even sweeter when you feel big, messy globs of cream drooling out from vi’s hole, warm and glossy against your skin. fuck, her cunt is making a dirty mess of you.

and vi’s pussy has always been a talker, but it’s particularly loud today, especially prominent in the quiet hum of your bedroom—schlick, schlick, schlick. she must have been soaked and needy since this morning. it’s laughable, it’s pitiful. what a dumb doggy.

her skin is hot, fevrish—warming you like a furnace—and you know her clit must be sore from playing with her pussy for hours, must hurt every time she ruts against your ass. you can hear it in her raspy whines, the way she flinches—but, still, she takes what she needs, rocking back and forth like a rowboat.

”always so horny, sweetheart. we gotta do something about that, gotta get you spayed.”

vi gasps, sharp and wounded, as if your words have sunk their teeth into her, shaking her down to the bone. you and your filthy mouth. she should tell you to stop treating her like a dog, stop reducing her to nothing but a mindless, dumb animal.

but she can’t, won’t.

she likes it too much.

rather, she proves you right; rubbing her cunt against your ass with newfound desperation. she’s trembling and panting, whimpering like some poor, pent-up bitch in heat—hugging her thighs around your rear, holding you still, keeping you at the perfect angle to put the right amount of pressure on her clit.

”hah, baby, i can’t take it—“

“go faster,” you interrupt—and vi obeys, like a dog on a leash.

your bed frame groans and it sounds like the wood is sighing—tired and worn—creaking under the weight of vi’s hypersonic thrusts. her lips are at your ear, drool dribbling onto your skin, and fuck, she’s so loud. and you’re muttering filth into the sheets, making her clit twitch against your ass, pushing her closer to euphoria.

when her pace peters out into uncoordinated jerks of her hips, you ask knowingly, “are you gonna cum, sweetie?”

”uh-huh, yes, fuck—“

god, she sounds so cute, so desperate for you—slurring gibberish into your ear—but you can’t help yourself; abruptly, you sit up on your knees, effectively pushing vi off of you. she plops onto her ass, still whorishly naked, except now she looks even dumber, utterly perplexed. she whines petulantly, crawling on her hands and knees toward you.

how embarrassing. such a needy thing.

and you sigh deeply—as if it hurts you to do this, as if it’s not filling you with a sadistic sense of satisfaction—saying:

“bad dogs don’t get to cum.”

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Sevika as Bucky Barnes

HEY SO I MADE IT

If there's any mistake, MY APOLOGIES, i'm not into Marvel that much anymore, this is more like a draft than anything else🥺 THANK YOU @sevikaslatinawife FOR THE IDEA, i hope you like it!

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[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'Misha Collins is in the Boys S5.' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]

"I want a Supernatural revival."

Eric Kripke: "We have Supernatural revival at home."

Supernatural revival at home:

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breaking the news to everyone i know

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Someone explain why this woman doesn't have many fanarts /cries

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Season 5 be like

Major season 5 finale spoilers:

THE ARCANE PARALLELS I CANT WHY CANT GAY PEOPLE BE NORMAL FOR ONCE

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just a blurb about vi begging to fuck you. nothing to see here.

“please? pleasepleaseplease-” and she’s suddenly on her knees, resting her chin on your leg as she stares up at you with her signature puppy eyes. she wasn't asking for much, truly! she was just so horny and it's been killing her all day, her cunt all swollen and leaky just from rubbing on the cotton fabric of her boxers :(

so now she's stuck here, pleading with you to relieve the ache. she was so wet it was genuinely painful, and you walking around the apartment in nothing but one of her tees and those lace panties that she hated (loved) certainly wasn't helping. she would make you feel so good! she swears, she would fuck you so well that your eyes would be stuck in the back of your head, pussy drooling and squelching and-

shit! this is exactly what she's talking about. god, please let her spread you-

you felt the hair on her arms stand up as you shifted lightly on the couch, making your shirt raise a bit higher in the process. you couldn't even bother to look at her, feigning indifference even though you felt your resistance cracking bit by bit. "nope."

vi's mind was racing, breath quickening as heart pulsed at a tempo far too fast for her liking. no no no no NO this was not fair- she just wants it so badly. she was spiraling, for fuck's sake. "c'mon, don't be like that baby. please. you can lay down on your tummy? don't you like that?" she subtly (well, subtly in her head) began to spread your legs and slot herself between them. just casually creeping her way to the prize just staring her in the face. "on your back? your side? fuuuckkk" sheesh, when did she become such a whiner?

you made the mistake of glancing down, finally being able to see her in all her pathetic glory. her eyes were shiny and blue, almost tear-filled, eyebrows drooping into a face that looked so comedically, so desperately, so arousingly sad.

and suddenly, you found yourself reminded of how she looked the last time you gave into her. the vision was permanently etched in your mind, completely tattooed in your memory bank. she was on her knees, just like this, except this time your cunt was actually in her mouth. she looked blissful, all bright eyed and bushy tailed as she suckled on your clit, spit carelessly flowing down her chin.

she had you there for hours, promising false allusions of a break but granting none, nails tearing into your hips whenever you tried to get up. granted, she was particularly starved that day, but that was still no reason for her to wreck you the way she did, clit so achy that even a cool breeze was enough to make you clench around nothing.

your panties began to dampen (against your will, mind you) and vi noticed immediately, head perking up when she picked up on your scent.

"see! she wants it too. just let me make you feel good, mommy."

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I lost my virginity to ok computer now I hate men, especially Thom York. what dating a man does to a person..

anyways here's loser Ellie hcs bc I miss Ellie tumblr! not edited, I'm still unpacking!

MDNI, no men 😝 smut at the end (DONT look at me it wrote itself) I'll catch up on requests this next week k ily bai

loser Ellie! who actually isn't all that masc she just doesn't like the feeling of make up or frilly clothes, androgyny is just easier and comfier, makes her feel confident!

loser Ellie! who is so good at math, and science, and history. English, however, has come up from the depths of hell and has always been the only class she'll fail.

loser Ellie! who will stare holes in the back of your head during class instead of just asking for your number. or a pencil. or your name. or even saying hi.

loser Ellie! who gets partnered with you for an English project and wants to either jump with joy or end her life when you turn around and smile at her.

loser Ellie! who tries to be smooth when she asks for your phone number, but ends up stuttering and stammering, explaining it's just for the project, how she doesn't want to over step.

loser Ellie! who turns the brightest shade of red when you laugh and hand over your phone to enter her number

loser Ellie! who when you finally agree for a time to meet up at her dorm to start the project, she spends the entire night deep cleaning and hiding anything even remotely embarrassing. Pictures of her and Joel, stuffed animals, game trinkets, space models, the works, they're all shoved into the small closet so you can't see.

loser ellie! who babbles and stammers when you come inside. Offering drinks, food, trying to crack jokes but she's so nervous most of them fall flat. Still, you laugh, and she's on cloud nine.

smut below the cut

loser Ellie who feels like a freak for staring at any bit if exposed skin you show, down to your knees. She ogles you like a 12 year old little boy, stumbles over her words, rambles and and just doesn't stop.

loser Ellie! who's a little bit of a freak, takes a deep breath every time you're close to try and get a wife, of your shampoo, your perfume, anything.

loser Ellie! who's fingers graze against your knee and she feels like she'll cream her pants right then and there

loser Ellie! who's totally and entirely shocked when your lips meet hers!! she's wide eyes and fumbling before she finally returns the kiss

loser Ellie! who's sooooo whiny, clutching at anything she can, her fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, grabbing and pulling you closer, closer, closer

loser Ellie! WHO IS A BOTTOM. SHUT UPPP SHE LIKES TO GET DICKED/FINGERED DOWN!!

loser Ellie! who's cunt just swallows up your fingers, leaking and sopping around them, babbling about how it's just "so good"

loser Ellie! who gets messy when you finally let her at your own folds, slobber and arousal dripping down her chin

loser Ellie! who is the most pussy drunk ever guys. she just needs it so bad!

loser Ellie! who has a girlfriend and an A in her English class now!

okay ilysm baiii

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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #365 )✅️

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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i will shoot myself

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so done with tumblr. see u all in two minutes

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