#i'm appalled

[dramaticallychill]

this is beyond horrifying, i am actually at a loss for words

this government is leaving victims of slavery in the hands of their traffickers, how does one who is subjected to forced labour enter the country 'legally'

everyone has the right to apply for asylum, it is enshrined in law

[beecossi]

Already reblogged a post with this, but I wanted to make a separate post with my thoughts on the Williams situation right now.

I need James Vowles to explain his thought process because this decision seems more like it's sending them straight into a lose-lose situation.

If Alex performs poorly, he's effectively taken a race unnecessarily away from his teammate who realistically needs as many races possible for a chance to prove he belongs in this sport.

It also just doesn't look well from a PR standpoint to crash your car, take your teammate's, and then not do well.

Obviously, I'm not saying Alex is the one responsible for this decision, because the reality is that he probably had no say and this came from above both him and Logan, but he's going to be the one to get the backlash for it because that's just how this sport works.

All the pressure is now being put on him to perform well enough to justify this very, in my opinion, controversial decision.

On the other hand, if Alex does well (or even if he doesn't, knowing how poorly F1 fans tend to treat Logan) people are going to see it as further proof that Logan does not deserve the seat he has, especially if he "gives it up for another driver."

It'll look like Williams, and perhaps Logan, are self-aware of his skill level in a way that almost implies he exists as a backup to Alex, in which case people will latch onto that and use it as further justification to continue the very nasty behavior I've seen questioning his belonging.

Even still, the most unfortunate thing is that Alex could finish anywhere above P20, and people are going to make jokes about how he "drives Sargeant's car better than Sargeant does." He could finish dead last, and people will probably make a joke about how Logan "probably would've crashed out anyway."

While I understand and can sympathize with the fact that Formula One is a team sport and drivers have to make sacrifices for the sake of the team and getting points for the team, this decision just seems incredibly unfair to both drivers, but especially to Logan and it leaves a very bad taste in my mouth.

Alex is the one who crashed out, but it just seems as if Logan is the one being punished for it.

[headlessandhellbent]

TOPS and Wegmans want 2.66

Walmart wants 1.66

Where the fuck are the days of . 99 cranberry sauce sales during the holidays, and Aldi's was like . 89?

Bro. Come the fuck on. 2.66?!????!!

[georgieluz]

leckie is a feta anti??????? friendship OVER

[folklore-barnes]

i need netflix to give a damn about rise of empires: ottoman 'cause it's rly hard for fans of the show to know what goes on with the show, and it's very hard to promote it if THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE AN INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT or a TWITTER ACCOUNT. i'm sick and tired of the lack of promotion and then saying “oh, it's cancelled”. OF COURSE IT IS.

[mmmitchmmmarner]

not another L to the coyotes 😭😭

[agapintheskin]

People on tiktok are out there sexualising that audio message from the upcoming armie hammer documentary 🤮🤢

[menstits]

I swear to god people on here will really say anything

[rayne-the-neutrois-nerd]

My best friend who lives in Germany just told me she doesn't think she ever had garlic before and I need to buy a plane ticket asap to cook her a good meal with tons of garlic and save her from the abysmal blandness that German food apparently is

[thelikesoffinn]

You know, growing up I never saw myself becoming the gamer of my family. I liked the sims, but that was about it. Other than that, I was rather blasé about gaming as such.

Well.

Turns out, sims was just my gateway drug.

[kaydeefalls]

When your hamster shoves an entire stick of zucchini in his cheek and then goes about his day. 🤣

[nandawrites]

People will really go on discord servers and admit to being fucking terrible parents like it's a joke huh

[youngchronicpain]

As a disabled kid I was always accidentally breaking things. Dropping things, knocking things over, spilling. I was always told that I was just being careless.

I would try to make them understand that I wasn't being careless, my body was failing me.

Now, as an adult, I still accidentally make a mess of things. Things I have purchased with my own money, precious gifts I treasure, food I was excited to eat. Which sucks! But I know that it really is my body, and not something inherently wrong with how I exist. I'm not careless, I actually have to be extremely careful with my body.

My pain, joints, brain, and meds all play a part in these unfortunate events.

And when I knock a full container of uncooked rice off the counter, or drop and break a phone that is only a few months old, I still feel like crying from frustration.

But at least I know it isn't because I am careless. My body is just an asshole.

[nickfowlerrr]

🦋 - “what would you do without me?” with steve rogers maybe…? please? :}

(you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s totally up to you because ik you probably have a bunch of asks and you’re busy. and ofc if bucky instead of steve is better for you then im fine with that too! love you sweets and again… happy 3k ❤️)

working overtime

pairing: steve rogers x curvy!reader

warnings: literally nothing but smut and a lil bit of fluff. 18+ only.

words: 1.6k

notes: look what you made me do. 💀

but actually, lol, thank you for the request. i wasn't sure i was gonna do it, but i woke up this morning and decided to at least try. i have such a hard time writing steve, especially smut with steve, but this just took off on it's own once i started! hope you enjoy it. not edited and quite hastily written, so sorry for any errors!

thank you in advance for reading! as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know what you think! 🩵

"Oooh, fuuuuuck," the sultry moan draws out from you as you grasp onto his body even tighter, pulling him down even closer as you whimper in his ear, your hot breath across his sweat dampened skin and your legs circling his waist as best they can.

His thick length is hitting just the right spot deep inside your warm walls and you swear to god you're about to combust from the never ending pleasure he's torturing you with.

Your nails are leaving marks all over his solid back, and his heady grunts in your ear are doing nothing but pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With every deep stroke of his cock inside you, your chests are brushing together. You arch up into him, you need him closer. You need to feel him, every inch of him that you can, along your hot, sensitive skin.

Your lips are searching for him, desperate for his kiss as he fucks you so perfectly.

You nip at his jaw and earn a moan that spurs you on, your lips now incessant until he finally turns his head a bit and meets you. His lips are soft but adamant against your own, hot and fervent as he continues thrusting into you just the same.

"Please, Stevie," you mewl against his lips breathily, sounding so debauched and pathetic.

He fucking loves it.

He drops his body down on yours, but continues to hold most of his own weight with his arms either side of you, one on the mattress and one on your fleshy hip, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His hips are flush to yours now, he makes sure you feel him, pressing you down into the mattress until you're a mess of broken moans squeezing around him. He can't take his eyes off your pretty face. The way your eyes are closed tight in your pleasure, how your lips are parted just slightly as you let out the most beautiful sounds, just for him.

His gaze stays trained on your face as he begins to slowly roll his hips against yours. The gasp you let out and the way your eyes snap open when he stimulates your sensitive clit with his movements send him even closer to edge he's been on for the past few minutes. He holds himself back, though. He just wants one more orgasm from you, and then you can call it a night.

He said he'd be quick, but from the twinkle in his eye as he kissed your neck, his big hands wandering all over your soft body, those big blues peering up at you, you both knew he'd be anything but.

It'd been a prolonged torture as he ate you out like a man starved, his tongue ceaseless as his thick fingers brought to the edge over and over again before he finally allowed you to come.

When he finally slid his throbbing length into you, you honestly could've come right then, but he took his time with you yet again. He moved slow and deep inside of you, ensuring you felt every inch of his heavy cock as he fucked you like you were the most delicate, precious thing in the world. And to him, you were.

He touched you so gently, large warm hands squeezing and caressing every inch of your body that he could. He slid out of you, turning to sit against the headboard of the bed before he pulled you onto him.

He nuzzled into your neck as you sank down onto his cock, the stretch of him had your head falling back in bliss as his held you to him, his hands on your back, keeping you close.

You rode him just the way he liked, your hands in his hair, holding him to you as he kissed, nipped, and sucked on your sensitive nipples, his hands smoothing up and down your backside as he kept you astride him.

When he felt your walls tightening around him, he grunted deeply, trying to keep hold of himself. He moved a hand around your hip, traveling down to where you met him, his thumb finding your clit and working circles of the bundle of nerves. He had you coming around him in seconds.

You swore you were through after that, but he had other ideas.

He kept hold of you, turning you back over onto the mattress as he hovered above you.

He gave you some time to come down, leaving his cock inside your tight walls, but not moving within you as he kissed you softly, trailing his lips over your skin as he hummed and whispered praises to you.

When he felt your walls squeeze him, he smirked and found your eye. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Steeeeve," you bemoaned, "I have work in the morning," you complained while tilting your head to give him more access to your neck as he continued kissing you. You could feel his smile against your skin and couldn't keep your own from gracing your lips.

"Just one more for me, baby," he murmured against your skin, "then we'll sleep."

With that, he began fucking you once more, but his thrusts weren't as slow.

He was hitting you just as deep, but his pace was quicker.

And now here you were, teetering on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.

With every slow, deliberate roll of Steve's hips into yours, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming sensation. It felt so incredibly good, you couldn't stop the gasps and whines that were leaving you even if you'd wanted to.

"You take me so fucking well, angel," he groans. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Oh, fuck. You're so good to me, baby.," he praises with every rock of his hips.

His hand squeezes your hip tight as your legs starts to twitch. "I'm gonna give it to you, baby, don't worry," he soothes as you cry, the pressure compounding as the coil in your belly tightens even more - your muscles taunt as you can feel your walls starting to clench down on him. "I know what you need, sweetheart, I'll give you every last fucking drop," he grits out as his pace falters a bit.

One particular thrust finally has you coming completely undone. You can barely hear yourself as your body shatters around him, your moans and cries and his name like a prayer falling off your tongue are all lost to you as your walls pulse tightly around Steve's cock.

The sensation mixed with the sounds coming from your lips have Steve finally letting himself go; his thick, heavy load painting your walls as your body refuses to let him go without draining every last drop of release he has to offer you.

You're leaking him by the time he finally stops coming, heavy pants from both of you filling the air as he easily grabs your plush body and tugs you into him as he lays down, wrapping his arms around you and sighing in contentment as you let yourself nuzzle into him. You're both a mess of sweat and stickiness but you can't seem to mind all that much as he holds you.

"That was so good," you mumble in your exhaustion, your tiredness now more evident than ever as you melt in his arms.

"Yeah," he smiles. "And see, you're all tuckered out and ready to fall asleep now," he teases.

"I need to pee," you pout into his chest. He laughs and takes a breath before he suddenly moves to stand, holding you in his arms with ease. You know he's super soldier strong, but you'll never get used to how easy he makes it seem.

Your legs are around him, surely making a mess of his abdomen, but he doesn't seem to care as he walks you to the bathroom.

He sets you down gently with a kiss to your forehead before he turns, "I'm gonna grab the towels from the dryer," he says, leaving you to relieve yourself.

When you're washing your hands, he returns, clean towels folded and ready to be put in the cabinet.

"Wanna shower now or in the morning?"

"What time is it?"

"A little past eleven," he tells you, having the decency to be a little sheepish with the information.

"Steve!" you admonish with a whine.

"I'm sorry," he laughs, "but really, do you have to go in on a Saturday? You sure the boss needs you that badly?"

"Oh, the boss needs me pretty damn badly," you answer. He smirks at your quick response.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind you calling out one day," he says.

"No? Well what would he possibly do without me there?"

He shrugs, "I have a feeling he's gonna be taking the day off, too," he smiles as he gets closer to you, arms wrapping around you.

"Is he, now?" you question.

"He is," he whispers as he leans close to you, brushing his lips against yours. "We both deserve it."

It's your turn to smile then as you kiss him gently. "We do," you agree. "Thank you," you add with another kiss.

"Mmm," he hums against you. "What would you do without me?" he jokes. You chuckle.

"Might get some fucking sleep for once," you shove him playfully, laughing as he humors you and pretends to be affected by your push. "Start the shower, Captain, you're a mess."

"Yes, ma'am," he says with a smirk, his eyes trailing your body, lighting a fire under your skin as he does. "You gonna join me? I know you cleaned up some," he says, pulling you in by your arms, "but we could always get you a little more dirty."

[queenvhagar]

"Aegon and Team Green didn't need to take the throne, there was no need to, it's not like their survival depended on it because all the lords would've accepted Rhaenyra as heir! They promised her and her father that they would!"

Have y'all seen how women are treated in ASOIAF? The general view is that they're property, decoration, and/or pleasure/heir makers. You really think people in Westeros actually view Rhaenyra any differently just because she's a Targaryen and the last king said so? Add to this the scandals of the brothel sighting, killing Laenor, marrying Daemon, and trying to pass three obvious bastard children as legitimate heirs? Obviously it's the sexism it's the misogyny it's a bad thing, but that's the world of ASOIAF. I would encourage anyone who thinks that women of this world aren't treated abhorrently to read the series. Even if one of the lords felt some type of way about Rhaenyra sitting the Iron Throne for whatever reason they would push for someone with an alternate claim, and that someone else would be her brother. To stop people from rallying to other claimants, Rhaenyra would have to make it so there are no other claimants.

[puppyboygf]

yeah no if you're friends with terfs idc what your personal beliefs are. you can claim you disagree with them as much as you want but ultimately if you don't care enough about someone being part of a genocidal hate group to cut them off that's an actual problem. go to hell