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just to let you know ...

( aka my political and social beliefs / views )

trans people are valid. no matter how they present, how they identify, how they look or dress, or how 'well transitioned' they are. trans people do not owe you the act of passing. nonbinary people dont owe you androgyny, trans men don't owe you masculinity, and so on and so forth.

feminism is intersectional. feminism includes everybody, no matter what. feminism includes men, trans men, women, trans women (terfs fuck off), people under the non-binary and trans umbrella, sex workers (swerfs fuck off), porn stars, queer people, people of colour, and everyone else.

acab. i do not care about your cop dad, i do not care that 'some cops are good'. cops actively and knowingly contribute to an unfair justice system and the oppression of marginalised groups. all cops are bastards.

free palestine. now and always. no matter how awful hamas may be, it does not excuse israel bombing and murdering innocent people, and taking joy in it (as most idf soldiers are). no conflict should be dealt with using genocide. adding to this, boycott. visit sources, know which companies to avoid, find local alternatives. you can live without starbucks and mcdonald's. and boycott/ignore celebrities who support zionism!!

all lesbians are valid. he/him lesbians, transmasc lesbians, trans woman lesbians, trans man lesbians (argue with the wall idgaf), non-binary lesbians, lesbians who've been with men before, aroace lesbians, all lesbians. a significant part of lesbianism is having a complex relationship with gender, femininity, and gender nonconformity. the lesbian identity has always been complex and always will be. and this goes for all queer identities.

acab includes the identity police in your brain. telling people they can't identify a certain way because you don't understand it or because it's contradictory will not change how they identify, and it will not make homophobes favour you. our oppressors want us all to suffer, they do not care if you're more palatable or 'one of the good ones'. you do not need to understand someone's identity for it to be valid, and if you feel threatened by someone's identity it is a problem with you. trying to force other queer people into boxes goes against everything our elders have fought for.

eat the rich. yes, in today's society we can't escape contributing to the ugly rich men who run the world, but that does not mean you need to suck up to them. millionaires and billionaires do not and never will care about you. eat the rich includes your favourite celebrities (looking at you, swifties). no billionaire becomes a billionaire ethically, and sucking up to rich people makes you look like a boot licker. this applies to rich people who cosplay as poor, too.

support sex workers, not sex work. all sex workers are being exploited no matter how much they may 'enjoy' being in or 'want' to be in that line of work. sex work is exploitative and contributes to the rhetoric that women are sex objects. this applies to porn, too. the porn industry perpetuates misogyny and forces unrealistic standards on women (and men!), fetishises a number of groups, enables human trafficking and sexual exploitation, and it should never be supported.

support pregnant teens, not teen pregnancy!! that's basically it for that. a lot of pregnant teens do not choose to be pregnant, and even if they do, they should be given the support necessary to have that pregnancy safely. no, being a teen parent is not good and it is not preferable, but not all teen parents are horrible parents. coming from someone who's mother was barely an adult when i was born, she's the best parent i ever could have asked for and raised me and my siblings perfectly.

abortion is healthcare. it should not be a crime. abortion allows people the opportunity to take their lives back. having children, whether you like it or not, is a life changing experience. it can and does ruin people's lives. rape and abuse victims should not be forced to have their abuser's child. people who don't want to pass their illnesses (mental or physical) to their children should not be forced to. people who know they'd be bad parents should not be forced to. people who simply don't feel ready or don't want to have a child should not be forced to. being pro choice is not being pro abortion, and those who claim to be pro life ignore the millions and millions of children in an incredibly unfair and cruel care system who need homes and parents who care.

nobody is illegal. it doesn't matter if they didn't come here 'the right way', country borders were made up by the power drunk men who run the world who wanted to establish their power and control over the world. you do not get to call people illegal while living on land that was stolen. looking at you america. immigrants make culture rich, they make culture diverse, they bring beautiful traditions to otherwise dull places (cough cough the uk), and the notion that a living human being is illegal is baffling.

riot. do it. go throw glitter at ice, go scream at bigots, go protest, be loud, cause chaos, use your right to protest and use it well. nobody ever got rights from saying please. without violent protests, queer people would not have the rights they do now, women would not be able to vote, etc etc. be loud and cause a fucking riot, but be safe!!

religion is personal and should not be forced. that should be self explanatory. stop trying to force people to change their ways because of YOUR religion. religion is not an excuse to hate other people and threaten them with eternal suffering because they don't follow your idea of a perfect human. and furthermore, stop trying to force it on people. i do not want to follow god, so stop telling me to. simple

if you don't understand something, ask to be taught rather than starting arguments. it's as simple as that. basic human decency.

also a specific dni, if you actively defend and support any of the following people i do not fw you; sarah j maas, jk rowling, kanye west, drake, melanie martinez, sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, colleen hoover, lana del rey, and just any celebrity who's ever been controversial. separating the art from the artist does not exist for me and i strongly believe that supporting someone who you know is controversial (even in a small way like streaming their music and this giving them money) enables their behaviour.

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marine biologist vika having some much deserved beach time👀

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imagine getting this woman pregnant omfg

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guys stop making sevika a cop i beg 🥀 are we missing the point of her character entirely?? she would, realistically, be avidly anti-cop. she's a disabled woman of colour who's lived in poverty presumably her entire life and her dream is fighting for the marginalised community she's a part of, her entire purpose is freeing the zaunites from their oppressors. which INCLUDES THE ENFORCERS!!! she hates those motherfuckers, why would she EVER become one??? and this translates to modern aus too, her views and beliefs wouldn't change because cops in arcane are just as bad as cops in real life!!!! and at the end of the day she is, as i said, a disabled woman of colour who most people clearly view as queer. she is everything cops hate!! i know it's just aus and people have free will but it feels so reductive of her character given everything she stands for and believes in. maybe i'm too woke (i am)

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LUXURIOUS. 

PAIRINGS: DOM!GRAYSON X SUB!FEM!READER

WARNING(S): lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni) 

TAGS: gentle!grayson ;; sugar mommy!grayson ;; size kink ;; strap-on sex (r.receving) ;; voice kink ;; orgasm control ;; marking kink ;; fingering (r.receiving) ;; office sex ;; after care. 

navigation. 

1. grayson met you by accident at a council party. you weren’t even supposed to be there—just a low-level assistant running errands. but she noticed you. the way your eyes lit up at the chandeliers. the cheap heels you clearly borrowed. the glass of water you clutched instead of wine. she noticed everything.

2. she offered you her coat that night. not because you asked, but because she saw you rubbing your arms at the tram stop, refusing a ride because you didn’t want to trouble her. that was the moment she decided: you’d never need to feel cold again.

3. her money is quiet—but limitless. new phone? already delivered. rent? she bought your whole building. designer heels you only glanced at through a window? in your size, waiting at your door, with a handwritten note:

“wear these for me tonight, sweetheart. i’ll be home late. —g.”

4. grayson is so fucking soft with you. no one believes it. not the cops. not the council. she speaks with steel, commands zaunites and piltovans alike—but she kneels when she takes off your shoes. she kisses your wrist like you’re porcelain. she calls you “my girl” like it’s sacred.

5. she loves watching you eat. like, borderline obsessed. orders you food she knows you love, watches as you take that first bite, always with a smug-ass smile. sometimes she’ll say things like:

“i work too hard for you not to eat like a queen.”

…as she wipes the corner of your mouth with her thumb.

6. possessive sugar mommy af. you post a picture in a cute dress she didn’t buy? you’ll get a message in 3.2 seconds:

“where’d you get that?” you respond, teasing. “a friend gave it to me.” her next reply? “i’ll be over in 20. take it off.”

7. you’re her weakness. one pout, one sigh, one slightly sad text, and she’s leaving meetings early, gun still holstered at her hip, just to hold you in her arms and tuck your head beneath her chin.

8. she spoils you with intention. not just random stuff—she remembers what you say in passing. that childhood candy you mentioned once? she has it imported. you said your old blanket got lost in a move? she commissions an identical one. grayson is detail-oriented as hell.

9. she hates seeing you work too hard. if you have a job she thinks is beneath you, expect her to show up at your workplace one day, lean against the doorframe in her tailored coat, and go:

“pack up. you’re not working here anymore. i already paid your boss to let you go.”

(you pretend to be mad. you’re not.)

10. sugar mommy in the streets, beast in the sheets. you better believe this woman can throw you over her shoulder like it’s nothing and pin your wrists with one hand. she’ll buy you roses and then wreck you on 1,000-thread-count sheets. always rough and reverent.

11. she’s got a whole drawer of lingerie she bought for you. color-coded. lace. silk. she doesn’t make you wear them—she asks with that low voice of hers:

“put this on for me, baby.”

…and you always do.

12. she sometimes brings you to fancy events on her arm. the looks people give when grayson, in all her power and elegance, walks in with the prettiest little thing holding onto her bicep like a prized gem?? you love it. she loves it more.

13. grayson smells expensive. tobacco, clean leather, sandalwood, and warm wine. you cling to her coats when she’s gone. you steal her undershirts. she doesn’t mind. she tells you to take whatever you want—

“everything i have is yours, sweetheart.”

14. she sends you voice notes. deep, gravelly ones when she’s working late. “i miss you, little thing.” “don’t wait up.” “touch yourself if you need to—i’ll make it up to you when i’m back.” you play them on loop until she’s home again.

15. you’re the only softness she allows herself. she might be sheriff, might lead with fire and steel—but she melts the moment you crawl into her lap, kiss her throat, and whisper “i missed you.”

grayson would set the whole world on fire to keep you warm.

smut bonus.

1. grayson has a size kink.

she’s taller, broader, stronger—and obsessed with the way you look curled up beneath her.

“look at you… so tiny under me.”

she’ll stretch your legs wide with one hand and use her hips to pin you still, murmuring about how you were “made to be taken care of”—as she grinds slow, deep, and possessive into you.

2. she lives for strap-on sex.

leather harness. thigh holster. her favorite one is thick and curved just right, matching the press of her fingers when she edges you open for it.

“relax, baby. i’m not done spoiling you yet.”

she’ll tease you until you’re begging to be filled—and only then will she sink in, all slow and loving like she’s feeding you wine.

3. her voice when she talks you through orgasms? unholy.

gravelly, low, damn near feral when you’re about to come. she’ll growl against your neck, lips hot and teeth grazing:

“that’s it, baby—let go. give it to me. c’mon, that’s my good girl.”

you always come harder when she talks. she knows it.

4. grayson adores marking you.

hickeys. scratch marks. lipstick on your thighs. bruises shaped like her palms.

and when she takes you out in public the next day, she’ll gently fix your collar to just barely hide the bite on your throat—then smirk when you flinch every time her hand brushes your waist.

5. she loves using her fingers.

thick, experienced hands that always know what to do. grayson can finger you with such maddening control—slow, deep curls that keep you hovering on the edge forever.

“what’s the rush, sweetheart? i’ve got all night… and you belong to me.”

if you beg? she might let you come. might.

6. she’s the type to fuck you in her office.

desk pushed back. coat still on. you bent over the polished wood, panties pushed aside, her hand covering your mouth while she rocks into you from behind.

“quiet now, little thing. you don’t want the whole precinct hearing who this pretty cunt belongs to, do you?”

(spoiler: she wants them to hear.)

7. post-sex aftercare is everything.

grayson kisses every spot she marked. draws you a bath. feeds you fruit from her fingers while you sit on her lap, boneless and blissed out.

“you did so well for me, baby.”

she makes sure you know that even when she fucks you like she owns you—she treasures you like gold.

so obssesed with her 😋 please let this woman make her way into my life please.

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i'm ovulating rn and my baby fever is so bad. my friend, knowing this, reminded me of the existence of fat chinese baby. and then i cried over fat chinese baby for ten minutes. and it got me thinking, because i've always thought that as a baby, sevika was really fat. i love the idea that she was a fat round baby, and i think her own babies would be the same. i cannot imagine sevika ever having w baby that doesn't look exactly like her, her genes are STRONG. might write about this

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thinking about abby buying a packer.

she ordered it off this website she found a couple weeks ago, having been thinking of getting one for a while now. she hasn’t told you about it yet, but you knew she had been wanting one.

abby all but rips open the box when it finally arrives, holding the fake member in her hand. it’s a lot.. squishier than she imagined. it still feels solid despite the squish, so she can’t complain. it’s a pale color, that of her own skin, and very realistic. throwing the box aside, she waltzes to your shared room and stands in front of the floor length mirror.

nsfw under the cut. 18+ ONLY !

letting her pants fall to her ankles, she places the packer in her boxers, just over her slit. it’s comfortable, she thinks, but it’s a foreign weight between her legs that she likes a lot more than she thought she would. she smiles to herself, a satisfied, almost cackle-like, sound leaving her at the sight of the tent in her boxers.

as she steps out of her pants (to be done with them for the day), she hears the front door open and a sweet “hello?” echo through the apartment.

“in here, baby!” she yells from her place, and soon enough you come bounding into the bedroom, ripped packer box in hand.

“what’s this?” you ask, a knowing smirk on your pretty face. abby gestures down to her boxers, and your eyes trail down to catch the sight. your mouth drops, almost comically, as you stare down at the obvious tent in your girlfriend’s underwear. you step closer, not taking your eyes off it until you’ve stopped directly in front of abby. your hands run up her shoulders, finding home in the nape of her neck. “how’s it feel?”

abby shrugs, a little flustered at your reaction. “i… like it a lot more than i thought i would,” she answers.

“i’m happy, baby,” you respond, leaning in for a kiss. your lips press together, and abby’s arms instinctively find their way to the dip of your waist, absentmindedly squeezing as she pulls you closer. your arms wrap around her neck, and you open your mouth, abby’s tongue immediately exploring the wet cavern. your hips push against her’s and you tense a little as you feel the bulge in her boxers pressing against your now pulsing heat.

“i felt that,” abby teases against your mouth, and you giggle before deepening the kiss even more. it feels as if you two are trying to devour one another, the way your mouths dance in a practiced manner, the way your tongues twist. its like a natural push and pull that has always been between the two of you, and despite all this time, it still feels like the first time.

your fingers pull at the loose strands of her hair at her nape, your nails scratching against her neck and she lets out a sigh. you make a sound, and suddenly abby is grabbing your hand and trailing it down her chest, her abdomen, until your finger traces against the packer. you know exactly what she wants, and your hand wraps around the length. you palm at it, and abby sucks in a deep breath as she bites at your bottom lip, taking it between her teeth and tugging.

you don’t remember how, because suddenly a cloud is filling your head, but you find yourself straddling abby’s strong lap, dress pants long ripped off by your lover, cunt placed firmly against her cock. the solidness under you makes your hips twitch, and your clit glides against her member in your underwear deliciously. “abby,” you whine.

“go ahead, love,” she whispers as she mouths along your neck, leaving wet, messy kisses against your supple skin. “move.”

she doesn’t have to tell you twice. you slowly grind against it, and the friction immediately makes a moan slip out of you, high in pitch and breathy in abby’s ear as you rock yourself against her. her strong hands find the bottom of your shirt and lift up. she makes quick work of your bra, leaving you only in your underwear. she marvels at the sight of you, naked on her lap, a pretty pink blush speckled across your face. there’s a glint in her eye, like marveling at your naked body was like looking at a marble statue of a goddess.

“fuck,” abby starts, breathless as her hands cup your breasts. “you’re so beautiful.” she dives into your chest, leaving dark marks in her wake as she finds her way to your nipple. you continue your ministrations, nails scraping across abby’s shirt as electricity pulses through your positively soaked cunt.

abby stops you, and picks you up to stand on shaky legs. she pulls your panties down, which are absolutely soaked through. abby smiles at them, before she’s wrapping an arm around your waist and practically throwing you onto the bed. you land on your back, and abby crawls in between your open legs. you notice the damp patch you left on her boxers and your cheeks flush. abby follows your eyes, and a smirk finds its way to her freckled face.

“such a messy girl,” she tsks. “all this mess and you were just grinding on my cock,” you flush as she lowers herself between your legs, glancing down at your hot center hungrily. “i guess i should clean you up, huh? can’t have you making a mess on our new sheets.”

you watch abby intently as she kisses down your thigh, leaving dark bites along the way that makes a moan slip out of you each time she bites into the meat of it. she makes her way to your cunt, where she gives a kiss to your swollen clit, making you jolt. it seems like she was going to move to your other thigh, but that kiss to your cunt made her decide to dive right in, licking a broad stripe up your slit before teasing your clit with the tip of her tongue. you arch, and abby fully settles onto her belly on the bed.

if abby loves one thing, it’s eating you out. and she proves it every time. she’s lapping at you like a man deprived of thirst, switching between fucking into your hole with her tongue and sucking on your rapidly pulsing nub. and when she adds a thick finger into your dripping entrance, a loud gasp escapes you. “oh fuck,” you whine as abby quickly find a rhythm between flicking her tongue against your clit and curving her fingers into that spot that has you screaming.

a slew of “fuck” falls from your mouth, drawn out and shaky. and abby’s relentless, but she’s staring up at you with a look of utter adoration the entire time. you try to keep her gaze, mesmerized by her ocean eyes. “gonna cum,” you whimper.

abby doesn’t respond, but instead moans against your cunt, signaling to you that she knows. she keeps up her pace, never faltering as you come undone underneath her, legs snapping shut against her head as you convulse, a broken moan leaving your throat as your orgasm rips through you. abby helps you through it before slowing down, and marveling at you laid on the bed, eyes unfocused and mouth agape. you look absolutely ruined and abby smirks from sheer satisfaction.

her face is glistening in your slick, and to your (non)surprise, abby is bringing her fingers to her mouth and cleaning them off. your cunt pulses again, and you nudge her hip with your foot. her eyebrow quirks up, an almost knowing look on her face as she licks her fingers clean. “words, princess.” she says.

“i want you to fuck me,” you say shamelessly. abby smiles, immediately climbing off the bed and going to the closet, wiping her mouth off on her shirt in advance. she pulls said shirt off, and discards it on the floor. she drops her boxers, now completely naked as she bends down into your closet and straps the harness onto her heavy hips. the silicone cock stands proud between her thick thighs, and it’s truly a delectable sight to see. your heart flutters at the thought of being the only one to see this.

she slicks the cock with lube, and finds her way back to between your legs. your hips shift to more comfortably take her, and she hooks one of your legs around her waist, holding it there with her hand, thumb lovingly rubbing your calf. she rubs her cock along your cunt, letting it glide against your puffy clit. she leans down to give you a peck before she’s entering you easily, bottoming out almost instantly. you moan, and she catches your neck in her mouth as she begins a slow, steady pace. she pulls out to the tip, and then plunges back in to the hilt. your other leg wraps around her waist, your hands finding purchase on her strong shoulders. you’re so full of abby, her cock, her scent — salty sweat and a natural sandalwood. she crashes her lips to yours, swallowing moans you didn’t even know were falling from you. she moans back, like she can feel how your velvety walls clench around her cock.

every punch of her hips is intentional, and every time she thrusts in she brings tears to your eyes. you feel them slipping down your cheeks as she speeds up, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and moulding your bodies together, so close you can’t tell where you end and she begins. “i love you,” you whisper in her ear as she licks the trail of tears along your cheek.

a mantra of “i love you, i love you, i love you” falls from abby’s mouth, like saying it once wasn’t enough. like she has to shout it to the heavens, let even the most feared gods hear her absolute devotion to you. only you.

she moves an arm down to your begging clit, thumb moving in clumsy circles against it. she keeps going at it, and your legs start to tense around her as your second orgasm washes like a wave through you.

“that’s it, baby,” abby sings. “just like that, cum on my cock baby. you’re such a good girl, such a perfect little slut.”

she slows as you slump against the bed, the ocean that was your orgasm now receding like the tide leaving the shore. abby doesn’t pull out yet, not ready to lose the closeness as she kisses along your hair line. you lay there, hazy and blissful, unfocused eyes trying to focus on her serene face. she’s panting, and her face is covered in a sheen of sweat, and she has never looked more beautiful than right now.

“i love you,” you say, grabbing her face and kissing her. “you’re fucking amazing. you make me feel so good.”

“i love you,” she responds. she finally pulls out, letting herself fall onto the mattress next to you. after a few seconds, she holds up a fist. “good game.”

you giggle, fist bumping her. “good game, baby.”

a/n: uh… this got out of hand. anyways enjoy !

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transformers on the dashboard call that what the fuck i don't even like transformers

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I JUST NOTICED THIS IM DYING 😭😭😭 she's so :]

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just noticed the cutest thing. in episode 3 when mizu is thinking about heiji's offer she strokes the rim of the cup in her hands with her thumb like she's fidgeting. just thought that was cute. she's so baby

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just know if you excuse taigen's actions or stan him at all i don't wanna be friends with you. begone. even MORE SO if you ship him with mizu. get that manchild away from her

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the tension between me and a new journal... ignoring the fact i haven't finished my last three

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i'd love to write pussy popping smut rn but genuinely all i want is to be held and the idea of anything to do with sex makes me sick. i just want the concept of coming home after a long day of dealing with people's bullshit to get into bed with husbutch sevika and have him stroke my hair and tell me it's okay and that i'm loved and uugggh being single is killing me

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it's so great that men can see a post about someone who's barely an adult being sexually harassed by someone they've never met and who is at least 25 years older than them and say shit like this. i was asked by a fully grown man, in public—who has never met me and didn't even ask my name, how old i am, or start a remotely pleasant conversation—if i take it up the ass. i am only just 19 and i have the worst case of baby face ever, to the point some people assume i'm barely even 16. i could very well have been underage and this man wouldn't have known, and i doubt he would have cared. i am someone who has never been considered conventionally attractive and fully grown men seem to take this as a sign to sexually harass and degrade me because they think they're doing a favour by complimenting the short round faced fat girl. its been a consistent theme since i was in high school and has not stopped. almost every man i have ever interacted with has treated me either

1) not like a human

2) like a fetish

3) they treat me with basic respect and expect an award.

i have every right to be angry and upset at men, because every man in my life has failed me, except for maybe two. and being told that i'm "not beautiful on the inside" because i made a post about how dehumanised and objectified i felt by a man does not help with that hate and distrust of men, it only makes it worse. i am sick of victims being told it's "just a joke" or to "take the compliment" or whatever bullshit these apologists use to excuse the actions of shitty men. get a life oh my days

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guys i promise im writing stuff... i haven't abandoned writing i promise... i found out recently my nan who's had leukaemia since covid began isn't going through treatment and could die any moment in the near future and it's a lot to process!! but i have two requests in the works and one or two separate concepts, and i might be starting my first ever series work so keep an eye out for it. idk how long it'll take for any of it to get finished but it'll be soon i swear.

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Someone on the Date Everything discord server is posting screenshots from the playable demo that dropped on Steam today.

Why Mac gotta call us out like that?! 🤣