Maybe don't say you want to eat all Zionists if you don't want to be told not to do that idk :/
(Also not that you'll care but political Zionism and the version of Zionism that just says 'Jews should be able to visit or live in the Levant since it once was our home and if nowhere else is safe for us, there at least should be' are different and saying they're deserving of equal condemnation and violence or that those people should die is kinda fucked of you)
(Also also you shouldn't get to choose who lives or who dies regardless of how bad of people they are according to you. Like idk how to explain to you that you shouldn't think the right to be alive is conditional.)
As a Muslim i obviously cannot condone eating ppl since its not halal and especially fascist lil piggies are sure to be extra haram and yucky :)). Idgaf about some version of zionism that existed at some point and meant something positive when there is a real version out there that is fucking fascist and responsible for the death of hundreds of thousands of people. N literally no one ever forbade Jewish ppl from visiting or living in the Levant. Youll be surprised to find that there were in fact many Jewish ppl living in Palestine prior to 1948, many of them immigrants from other countries. Also nice fucking job at equating Jewish ppl w zionists ya 7mar. Idgaf about what you think the rights of ppl should be that are indulging a fascist and genocidal ideology, if you dont wanna be eaten by the wolf dont be zionist, its That easy❤. And its absolutely hysterical how you fall in line w the ppl who cry that Jewish ppl are safe nowhere else, like maybe that should be fixed instead of shipping everyone off, away from the places that have been their homes for centuries, plus the fact that you are the same ppl bitching about how "israel" is surrounded by murderous Arabs who wanna toss all the Jewish ppl in the sea. Like make up your mind, cuz that doesnt sound safe to me.
Lastly whats kinda fucked is your cognitive function and ability to think for yourself, clearly. Israeli politicians and Zionists in the West literally calling to wipe Gazans off the face of the earth, using the same language Nazis did. Idk ya might wanna readjust your priorities a bit. Now you better climb a tree or smt bc the wolf is imprinted on your scent and its coming for youuu 🐺
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first position is over your mouth
world's silliest buck x bucky drabble in the universe me and @swifty-fox kicked about in which gale is a ballet dancer and bucky is a soccer player. oh and they were both girls <3
“You never told me why your name’s written the boy way,” Bucky says, muffled somewhat.
“Huh?” Gale opens her eyes, her tight calf muscles spasming under the pressure of the position Bucky has her in.
“I said,” Bucky backs off from her cunt, speaking somewhere near her pelvis now. “Your name. There’s no ‘i’. You got a reason?”
“Jesus, Bucky,” Gale groans.
Her left foot is cramping. She hadn’t finished her stretches properly; leapt into Bucky’s hideous Bimmer straight from rehearsal. Refused to let her drive- Gale’s got a big show in two weeks, and she’s not taking any chances on Bucky’s euphoric post-game swerving. Had swung her dance bag in the backseat, alongside empty bottles of Gatorade and Luna Bar wrappers, said shift it, and slid into the left side as always. Thing about Bucky, though, is that she makes Gale go half as reckless when she knows her mouth is what’s waiting at the end of the drive. Gale’s left foot is cramping, two weeks before a show, because she could barely get her pointe shoes off fast enough to bear down on the accelerator. Bucky is making her damn stupid.
Bucky licks a long stripe back up, dipping her tongue straight into Gale and dragging right along to her aching clit. Gale bites her palm against a moan.
“You haven’t answered my question,” Bucky says, lips flush to her sensitive skin and vibrating all through her.
“Dad wanted a boy,” Gale says- gasps. “Didn’t wanna- Christ- didn’t bother changin’ the spelling.”
Bucky’s running a long finger up and down the inside of Gale’s thigh, now, coming to tease at the join of her legs before sliding back down. She hums against Gale’s cunt, and Gale drops her head down against the shower tiles.
“You’re so tense, baby.”
“’Cos you’re bein’ a menace,” Gale grits out.
“I told you,” Bucky says, mouthing at her bony hip. “You gotta warm down proper. Me and the girls would be stiff as all hell if we walked off the pitch fast as you get out that studio.”
“You’re meant to be my warm down,” Gale says. Every inch of her body hurts. She gets her fingers in Bucky’s dark curls, and as she moves her face back to where she wants her she goes like butter. “Or so you said.”
“Mm,” Bucky hums. She moves her hand finally, one finger tracing the folds of Gale’s cunt delicately before pressing in. Gale bites back a moan. “All mouth, aren’t I, doll?”
Gale doesn’t bother to reply. Bucky pulls her finger out slowly, then presses back in deep. Gale’s so open and ready for her that it’s torturously gentle. She wants her to stretch her out, fuck her on her fingers hard and fast, but Bucky’s kind of evil after a good game. She pulls out all the way, circles the same wet finger over her swollen bud, pinching just slightly. Her free hand roams up Gale’s abs, her exposed ribs, reaching up toward her flat chest and rolling her right nipple between her fingers with practiced efficiency. Gale whines, hips jerking forward toward Bucky’s open mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Bucky says. She pushes back into Gale’s cunt, two fingers this time. Gale’s embarrassingly wet, dripping down Bucky’s hand and into the hot stream of the shower. “I’ll get you to relax. My swan princess.”
“That’s not-” Gale gasps as Bucky scissors her fingers wide. “That’s- you know that’s not-”
“Jesus,” Bucky laughs. “I know, baby, I listen.”
“You yap,” Gale says.
As if to prove a point, she yanks Bucky’s head forward, sets her lips to her once and for all. Bucky laughs again, then moans as she licks into her. She draws her hand back, presses in with three fingers. Gale moans loudly as Bucky’s tongue flattens against her clit, then swirls around it like she’s plotting a formation. She licks at her like that until Gale’s dizzy. Bucky’s fingers drag in and out of her, her thumb teasing a path between her fingers and tongue. Gale’s stomach is tensing already, her whole body quivering as her tired legs attempt to hold her up. Bucky must feel this in the way Gale’s shaking above her, because before she knows it, Bucky's lifting one of Gale’s legs over her shoulder, crowding her back against the shower wall, Gale’s entire weight pinned between the tiles and Bucky’s face as she doubles down on her. Gale’s soaking her chin, now. She thanks God they’re doing this here.
“God, Bucky, I’m close.”
Bucky hums against her clit. Gale feels it building too fast, hitting with almost no warning, and as Bucky delves her fingers deeper, tongue pressing up against her, she pitches forward and shakes apart. Gale gasps, quiet with it at first, as her release crests over her in a warm wave. Bucky works her through it, strong fingers crooking inside her, and then she keeps going. Keeps going.
“Bucky, fuck-” Gale says. She moans, then, loud and unbidden. “I’m good, I’m- fuck-”
Bucky keeps her fingers inside her. Moves her mouth from her clit to the soaking entrance of her cunt, sets her lips around her and pushes her tongue up inside her as well. Her thumb keeps working over her sensitive clit as she licks deep into her. It’s too much. Gale’s legs are jelly, dance-worn muscles failing to keep her steady, and she grabs onto the shower curtain to save from falling as Bucky keeps lapping at her hungrily. Gale feels another shock of pleasure hit her, starting in the base of her spine and threatening to fry all her senses to nothingness.
“Bucky-”
Bucky slips her tongue out for just a second. “I got you, doll. Relax.”
Gale opens her mouth to protest, but Bucky’s already licking back inside. She scissors her fingers again, slides her tongue up between them, hooks them inside Gale, and Gale’s vision blurs out. She comes again, lightning firing through all her synapses, and she feels herself gush down Bucky’s face, flooding the hollows in her collarbones, dripping down her breasts and flowing loud as the shower they’re in.
Bucky pulls off her with a smug grin, licking Gale’s release from the insides of her thighs. Gale’s about to fall over. She’s going to break a leg. She’s going to break a leg, two weeks before show, and then the whole production is going to fall apart. Her understudy is fine, a sweet girl, but she doesn't know her partner as well as Gale does, and-
“God, don’t you ever stop thinking?”
Gale blinks. Bucky’s got her hands on her waist- is lowering her slowly to the shower floor to sit with her. “What?”
“Y’thinking,” Bucky says. Gale’s still half in space, trying to catch her breath and gather her warring thoughts. “You’re still thinking.”
Gale starts to say something, but Bucky kisses her deep instead. Presses the taste of her back into her own mouth, cupping her jaw and rubbing the muscle of her thigh until something inside Gale uncoils a little. Bucky runs her hand back up to her cunt, touching her where she’s oversensitive in little circles. Gale shudders. Whimpers.
“Bet I can get you to relax more,” Bucky says, with a sly smile.
“Don’t count on it,” Gale says.
Half of it is lost to a quiet moan as Bucky slips two fingers back in.
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