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clap if you're a black hole of a person and have never been satisfied
btw guys dont buy into the ‘indians uncles love modi’ lie. maybe upper middle class out of touch uncles love modi. but most of them are not blind nor are they exempted from his bad decisions. india is an agrarian society. farmers hate modi. unemployed youth hates modi (except the it cell ofc). people who suffered losses from note bandi hate modi. manipur hates modi. my guy literally has to steal hundreds of thousands of votes every-time there’s an election. hes not as popular as media wants you to think he is. he is at best a meghan trainor of indian politics.
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Kiyoomi Sakusa has a secret. One that even Komori doesn't know, and he plans to take it with him to his grave.
Calm and collected, but competitive and proud at the same time—there's nothing he hates more than leaving things unfinished. The only exception to this seems to be his thoughts about you.
At first, he didn't get it. Why did the girl who hung around Komori begin digging her way into his thoughts? Did Komori initially say you two were friends? Well, it didn't matter. You were just another irrelevant, average person. Or, at least, that was what he believed until that day.
The day he randomly came across you hanging in a tree. Earlier that day, while he was walking to school, there was a bird—probably injured—chirping and crying for help. Although he heard the students and adults who walked past that road voice their pity for the bird, he fully expected it to still remain in the tree when he returned from school, because that's just how people are.
They talk and show pity for others, but rarely actually do something about it.
So then why did you go out of your way to rescue that bird from the tree? Even when you look down at him and suddenly lose your balance in surprise, his hands, already reaching out to catch you. You fall right into him, cradling the bird in your palm.
It was annoying. You were just one of those people who act carelessly, completely unprepared. Why save the bird when you couldn't even do it properly?
He only half-listened to your apology when you quickly got off him, luckily leaving the bird safely unharmed from the fall. He also didn't care about what would happen to you or the creature while he dusted himself off, got up to his feet, and quietly walked away.
However, it was unexpected when you came to him the next day, dropping by the gym to hand over a leather zipper pouch filled with cute, styled bandages, antiseptic wipes, and a mini tube of Neosporin. You apologized for the scratch he got on his palm from the crash, and also thanked him for saving you.
Though he corrected you and insisted that he wasn't trying to save you, he took the pouch and made good use of the items. For some reason, since then, you seemed convinced that he wasn't the blunt, germaphobic jerk his reputation proved him to be. You respected his dislike for germs and crowds, always making sure not to intrude on his personal space or casually touch his items with unsanitized hands. Overall, you were just really considerate, and you always had that helpful smile on your face.
When you first entered his thoughts, he always caught himself. Why think about someone random who doesn't concern him in any way? Your consideration is fine, and it would be nice if everyone else in the world had that basic decency. Maybe he underestimated you for being careless and unprepared; from what he observes, you aren't just an irresponsible klutz, and you actually carry yourself with care.
You are someone deserving of his respect overall. Which is all the more reason why he feels immensely ashamed for having such dirty thoughts about you. Thoughts that won't go away. Thoughts that progressively worsen over time, each getting filthier than the last.
It's strange. He just wants to touch your lips with his fingers to see if they are as smooth and soft as they seem when you chirp away like a bird. His eyes helplessly get drawn to them whether he likes it or not. Then, he wants to feel them with his lips, slightly pressed up against yours just for two seconds, maybe three or four… or wouldn't it be better if he parts your lips open with his and gently sucks on them? It would be more efficient to feel their actual texture that way.
And while he's at it, he could check out your tongue as well. How soft is it? How long? How flexible? How thick? How would it react to him diving into your mouth, holding your face in place while his tongue explores every inch until he is satisfied, before twisting and turning with yours? Tugging you forward and back, pressing down against you until he breaks away, chest heaving and face flushed from being breathless.
Okay, he has to stop!
But what about your neck? Where your scent would probably linger for hours. Would it still look so perfect when he kisses it, sucks, and bites on it, leaving red, visible, angry hickey marks all over it? Somehow, the imagery only makes you seem even more attractive.
And if he should go further—your breasts. How would they look exposed to his gaze? Would your nipples harden instantly, or would he have to use his long, lean fingers and his mouth on them to get them all pretty, pink, and perked?
Your stomach to kiss over, your thighs to part, your folds to toy with until you're left soaking, your arousal coating his fingers. The same fingers he would then take to his cock, mixing your moisture with his precum, spreading it all around his length, sufficiently coating himself before lifting your legs up. He would press them together, closing your thighs before making good use of them, each thrust rubbing up and down your swollen clit. An intriguing part of you that he'd play with using his fingers, watching you squirm, toes curling, eyes closing, lips moaning his name while he sloppily fucks himself off between your soft, warm thighs.
Releasing his cum all over your stomach, some of it splattering onto your breasts as well. He'll let your legs go, leaning down to smear everything all the way to the part between your legs, thoroughly fucking you with his fingers while he presses down against your form to kiss you. He would leave you no breathing space until you're shaking, your legs unable to stay still as your orgasm crashes over you and you splurt all over his hands.
The same hand that he'd use to play volleyball the next day—but not before turning you over onto your stomach as he continues his lewd acts until he's had his fill.
Kiyoomi Sakusa lets out a long sigh as he brings his hand out of his pants and up to his face. Staring at his cum-stained palm, his eyes hover over the zoomed-in photo of you on his phone screen. The sight of the smile on your lips reminds him of how long he's had you on his mind now. Spending time jerking off in his bedroom instead of getting his proper eight hours of sleep. It is infuriating, but it still feels so good to return his hand to his pants. Not even bothering to clean it off with a napkin, he begins steadily stroking his third erection, silently groaning your name, black eyes fixed steadily on his phone screen.
It's definitely a secret he'll take to his grave.
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Hallooo i loveeee ur stuff so much and, i lowk wanted to start doing the text stories too but im kinda lazy so 🙏🙏 not to bother you tew much but would you mind maybe doing Tendou x reader 🥹
I noticed u posted some miya twins stuff and was just wondering if you could do weird Tendou x his even weirder gf pls (u dont have to if u dont want to I get js wanting to not deal with all the asks trust i still have requests from mid last month 💔)
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telling every desi woman i meet that she doesn’t need a nose job and the world wants us to be small so don’t let it make you smaller and today one of them hugged me and told me “my whole life nobody around me told me that my nose is fine and beautiful the way it is until now” and i almost burst into tears bro!!! what are these white ass beauty standards doing to my beautiful desi queens????????
thinking about kageyama and forehead kisses. him reaching down bc he's a tad too tall.
you like it when he does this.
he likes how you look when you anticipate his kiss, too.
you twirl the toe of your foot on the floor and squeeze his arm when he does, your faces grinning and blushing like you're back in high school, except now you're both in your late 20s, full of hope for the future.
it's the sweet, mundane things like these that keep your sanity intact, the hustle and bustle of life getting in the way of your dreams. you think a lot of circumstances hinder your growth, and you sometimes curse at the wind at how everything's unfair.
that one train you missed, the job offer that passed, your friend who you wished was still in your life.
but one thing you're certain right now is the man beside you.
you see, kageyama always believes in you. it's him who acts as your anchor in times like these where you doubt yourself. he reminds you that you're still young, that there's so much more to life than dwelling on uncertainties. and while you agree, there's still thoughts at the back of your mind.
it'll pass.
and before you know it, you're right in the middle of where you want to be.
so you stay content at the essence of kageyama's forehead kisses that signify reminders directly to your head.
everything will be alright as long as he's here.
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i’ll live the rest of my natural life with a near-constant simmering rage towards the british colonialists for the catastrophic damage they dealt india
I feel like all is lost. Not because of the election results. Fuck them. What have elections ever done for anyone. But I feel like all is lost because the same people who were posting about NRC and CAA and talking of opposing it, seems to be singing a different tune now. Every media is flooded with right wing fascist rhetoric- I don't know what to tell my parents when I want them to resist because they are increasingly talking about what this or that BJP leader has said after spending hours on YouTube. I am so tired of this hate mindless hate that I have been crying myself to sleep this past two days. I don't know how you can grow up with someone and lose them to hate. I feel so lost because once where I had hope of fighting back somehow- I see every single avenues closing one by one. Who will we mobilize if they are not willing to listen; this wretched country where people will reap every benefit and still play victim and think they are the victims and deserve to torment others. What are these people so proud of? A history of exploitation they refuse to acknowledge and yet hurl abuse and say that its their right. Their false perverted blood soaked pride is greater than every other human being around them? I have never felt this cloying despair. In India. in palestine. In Cuba. In USA. In Europe. Where is the light? Where is the light at the end of the tunnel. How long will we have to fight? How many children will be killed? How many people will be lynched? How many amputees. How many at the brink of starvation? Every where I look it is so ugly. That ugly saffron. I feel like ending it. I feel like there's no hope. How can the privileged be this convinced of their non existent victim hood all over the world? God I want to rip my own throat out.
The light is in the 2024 election results. NDA alliance only won 43% percent of the votes. BJP won 36%. That is still a overwhelming number, but that is not the majority. The actual majority, the 57% can see through the bullshit. It's the 57% we have to keep fighting for.
Even in the Bengal elections, BJP won only 45%. The majority of Bengal, 55% has already rejected their polarising politics. And that's just from the voter roll, not counting the SIR deleted voters.
The majority of the country has already rejected hindutva polarisation. The majority of the country is with us. There's your light.
BJP is in power because that's how electoral politics work, because the opposition has failed to organise itself and opposing votes get divided. That's it.
Those calling for violence will always be louder than those calling for peace, especially if they are in power. It's easy to feel lost and give into despair. But we have to fight on. Fascism cannot sustain itself for long.
Whenever I feel lost these days, I about the July revolution in Bangladesh when the Jamaatis had come to destroy mandirs, and common people had stood in front of the mandir gates to protect them. I think about Muhammad Deepak. Our subcontinent has seen far worse, Kolkata itself has seen riots and violence worse than anything we can imagine, and that's long before the hindutva was even a thing. But our humanity has always prevailed over everything, and it will prevail again. That is the true nature of the subcontinent. Jamaatis or Hindutvavadis, they are all different sides of the same coin, they will always be louder, more assertive and agressive. We have to fight back. We have to fight against polarisation. We have to keep fighting for the country and its people.
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