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Attn Democrats: more of this energy.
Without Supreme Court reform, this is dead on arrival.
This should have been 9-0.
The fact that this ever was an issue in the first place is insane. The Constitution is clear, yet we have a President who decided to defy the law and a Judiciary who very nearly overturned an amendment.
Not a law, THE law.*That* is terrifying.
"Why can't Trump be impeached" because the democrats don't control the house or the senate. "Why doesn't the Supreme Court stop him" well the lower courts are stopping him but he stacked the Supreme Court in his first term. "Why can't they do the 25th amendment" because that requires the president to be basically unconscious. "When will congress do something" probably in January when the new congress comes in if the democrats pick up a lot of seats in the midterms
The face I make when I have to draw Picardâs ears
becauseâŠ
well
Iâm trying to draw you, you pointed-eared human
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Season 3 Episode 3: Queen's Landing
Tech : *deep sigh*
Everyone : *sweatdrop*
Lol, so accurate.
I got a 4 min long video of Kimchi dreaming today, so here's a clip
You get the whole walk cycle and the little sprint at the end.
Sometimes her sprints last for like 4 or 5 seconds and she can shoot herself off the couch or into a wall if she gets a grip with her back claws. If she does it next to a wall, her head smacking into it sounds like someone is trying to break into the house. She doesn't wake up.
Later in the dream she injured her paw and was limping, and earlier she caught something and ate it.
I love how Zohran Mamdani is wearing a suit everywhere. And if he has anything else he puts it ON TOP of the suit. A basketball jersey. A high-vis vest. All worn over the suit. Heâs like the mayor character in a cartoon whoâs always dressed as The Mayor. If I didnât know who he was and he biked past me in NYC Iâd be like holy shit was that the mayor
he jumped in a pool in the suit yesterday to celebrate the public pools opening for the summer btw
HIS BELLY IS INCREDIBLE
This tweet means a lot to me.
Itâs probably a really cool and good sign that this post I made in 2014 is going around again, right?
If we donât take action now nothing will ever get better.
If we donât take both houses of Congress in the midterms then the people will need to take to the streets before itâs too late.
Little Fawn
Pairing:Â Old!joel miller x female!reader
Summary:Â In a camp where survival depends on silence and obedience, you hide in the supplies tent, trying to outrun the shadow of the man who once pulled you out of the woods and claimed you as his own. But when a cruel voice cuts too deep and old wounds split open, you retreat to the only place you can fall apart unseenâonly to find Joel stepping into the dark after you, his presence a reminder of the bond you shouldnât want, and the one you canât seem to break.
Warnings:Â 18+, smut, fluff, fauxcest, taboo dynamics, daddy kink, reader calls Joel dad, ddlg themes, age gap (20s and 60s), dom!daddy!joel, praise kink, pinv, nipple pinching/rubbing, clit rubbing, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting (once), finger sucking, pet names, joel calls reader bambi, little fawn and little one, kinda icky, insecure!reader, sub!reader, outbreak
A/N: Okey⊠if you donât like things like this, I gently encourage you to just scroll or block me. This isnât even the most taboo or âickyâ thing out there, but fandoms are really falling apart right now because of censorship and peopleâs inability to differentiate fiction from reality. So many writers are deactivating or taking their fics down, and itâs honestly really sad. If you enjoy this, the best way to support fic writers is by leaving a comment or a reblogâit helps to keep the fandom alive while everything feels like itâs crumbling. Anyways...I really hope yall enjoy this pookies!! <3
It was all a big, fucking mess.
Missing clothes darped haphazardly over boxes like ghosts of forgotten wardrobesâsocks unpaired and with holes in them, jackets with messy hems spilling from open bags, and shirts crumpled into balls that might have once shielded someone from the biting chill.
Strawberry Field đ
Pairing: Daddy!joel x female!reader
Summary: Daddy Joel knows how much your period hurts you. So he takes you to the strawberry field he found. He carries you when your legs give out, feeds you berries one by one, wipes the juice from your chin with his thumb. All he wants is to make you feel better, to remind you that you're his sweet, whiney girl.
Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, FAUXCEST, huge age gap (60s and 20s), daddy!joel, ddlg undertones, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding, praise kink, spitting into mouth, slight food play, slight cum/period eating, clit rubbing, period sex, secret relationship, idk how much it makes sense that strawberries exist after the outbreak but
A/N: guess who had strawberries AND her period in this heat? đ„” i was craving some dada joel and some ickiness sooo...ALSO im currently writing a lot of requests (bc they've been sitting in my inbox for agesđ«Ł) and one of them is sleazy!joel hehe. As usual: if you don't like something you can just scroll and block me. I hope yall enjoy this one pookies <333
Joel had a surprise for you.
Follow the money behind America's data center boom. Track 2,300+ projects, PAC spending, and the politicians who sign off on it.
beneath southern skies
joel miller x fem!reader
summary: after the outbreak, you and joel met in jackson. he never thought he will find love again, but then he met you. young, sweet and so beautiful. after a rough start, you and joel got together. after three years in jackson, you decided to move out of jackson, and find an old farm house, so joel could have his sheep farm he wished for and you two were just by yourself. and now, you found a way to built this new life of yours. and fully embraced it.
trigger warnings: 18+, age!gap (joel in his 50s, reader in her 20s), quite a domestic life, fluff, public sex (no one is around but still outside), degrading kink, praising kink, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, spanking, light choking, breeding kink, rough sex
words: 2,3k
a/n: missed writing some good smut, stilll working on it but hope you like it! keep in mind, english is not my first language <3
tangled beneath the sheets, the soft sun light starts to creep up on your resting face.
the birds were singing outside and you could already hear the chicken and sheep, as well as the cows waking up by making all kind of noises.
next to you, you feel his warm presence. his face buried in your neck as he takes in your smell by taking a deep breath, before placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.
he was already awake, duty calls.
you hum quietly and yawn, turning on your back.
ââgotta get up now, darlingâ, he grumbles in his deep, low morning voice, which already makes you feel a tingle between your thighs. sometimes heâs already up before you even get up. but if youâre up, he lets you know.
âhmh..â, you hum as you nod slightly. not even opening your eyes.
his hand runs slowly over your chest, before it goes up to your neck, softly grabbing your jaw into his hand and turning it towards him, before pressing a kiss onto your lips. his beard softly tickles you, as you smile into the kiss.
you softly open your eyes. your vision is just clearing up as you see his beautiful, still a little bit puffy face.
âlove youâ, he grumbles before he presses a last kiss onto your forehead, before you can feel the mattress shift as he gets up.
âhmh.. love ya tooâ, you whisper as you stretch your arms, and close your eyes again.
âdonât sleep in too late againâ, he reminds you as you hear him get into his jeans, closing his belt.
âyea yea..â, you just mumble before you sink right back into the sheets again. you just hear a little chuckle, knowing he was probably rolling his eyes at you, before he left the room.
and then, you just fall right back to sleep.
you hear the rooster scream outside as open your eyes as you yawn. checking the clock next to your bed.
9.23am
at least youâre not running too late.
you sigh. not wanting to get up. but you do.
you just needed to collect the eggs. so, you just slip your white sundress over your naked body, quickly brushed your teeth, ruffle through your hair and step out of the bedroom.
the smell of black coffee hits you hard. joel brewed it every morning for himself. you hated it. couldnât understand how you can drink something bitter like this, but whatever.
you slip into your black chelsea boots, grab your basket and step outside. the soft warm refreshing breeze hits you right in your face. you close your eyes and take a deep breath.
god, how you loved this.
you step down the porch and walk down to the henhouse. âgood morning, brigittaâ, you chuckle one of the hens as you walk over to their nests, take their freshly laid eggs and out them into the basket. then, you throw some seeds over the ground for them to eat, before you step out.
you look around, figuring joel is probably down at the fence of the cows and sheep field. your theory turns out to be correct, as you already hear his deeper breaths and grunts.
yep, heâs fixing the fence.
you watch him. his shirt tugged up to his elbows, revealing his strong hands. some sweat on his face making him literally glow in the sun. gosh, he was so fucking hot. already at the sight of him, the butterflies were going crazy in your stomach, and you could feel a well known heat radiating between your thighs. but the slight cold breeze hits it and calms it down.
thatâs when you realise, you literally donât have anything under your dressâ
but whatever.
you slowly walk up to him, with the basked in your hands.
âgood morning there, sirâ, you snap him out of his focus on the fence that was not as easy to fix as he wished for.
he immediately looks up. and his face softens.
he looks up and down at you, seeing your nipples right through the sundress, because the fresh breeze made them hard.
âi see somebodyâs upâ, he grunts as he needs to hold back a smirk, before turning back to the fence.
you walk up to him, standing now to his side.
âfence broken again?â, you observe.
âyeaâ fuckinâ runners freaked out one of the cows. so, one ran against it.â, he sighs, cursing under his breath. as he grabbed the hammer again.
you hum in acknowledgment. and keep standing there. watching him.
âyou need something, darlinâ?â, he breathes out as he lifts up the piece of wood again, staring to hammer it back together.
âno, not really⊠just, wanting to check on youâ, you mumble. your heart already picked up a speed, but you take a deep breath. he grunts in acknowledgment, focusing on the fence.
damn perfectionist.
you knew he needed to get this done, so. no attention for you yet
you get back inside, out the eggs into the fridge and clean up some of the dishes from the night before. you do some stuff outside of the house, giving some food to the animals, checking on them, while always glancing at him while he was fixing this fence.
half an hour later you were walking up to him, as he just finished it, looking at his masterwork.
you hug him from the side, pressing a kiss onto his arm.
âdone?â, you mumble. he hums with a nod. this moment lingers on a bit. until.
âwell, now to youâŠâ, he suddenly said as he turns to face you.
you giggle as he suddenly comes up to you and lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder in one move. the basket drops. âjoel-â, you squeak out of surprise. you let out a yelp as he gives you a firm spank onto your ass.
âyou think i didnât notice you walking around with no panties on, swaying your hips and staring at me, while i was fixing the fence, huh?â, he mumbles in his thick southern accent.
as you were just about to say something, he puts you down onto a soft hay bale. suddenly, he slams his lips onto yours. his one hand holds you around your neck, while the other slides down to your breast, squeezing it softly. âyou wanted to distract me huh? not wanting to let me do my work?â, he says in between your kisses. "that's not very nice, is it?"
âjoelâ, you just breath out desperately.
your nipples hardening as he runs his thumb over them through your sundress.
âwhat? use your words. darlinâ, we talked about this already.â, he says in his deep thick voice, which just send all the feelings down between your thighs.
âiâ i need you-â, you whimper. he pushes your upper body back onto the hay bale, lifting up your dress, so it was right around your hip.
âfuckinâ hell.. look at you dripping all over, huh?â, he growls with a chuckle. âspread your legs for me.â
you do. immediately.
âgood girl.. there you goâ, he breathes out, as he leaned down between your legs, wrapping his strong arms around each thigh. your ass was barely over the edge of the hay bale. you could feel his breath right onto your pussy, as he took a long lick from bottom to the top. you moan, arching your back as your hands immediately find his hair, grabbing onto it.
âtasting so sweetâ, he whispers before he dives in. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking softly. he moves his tounge right in front of your entrance, his beard was tickling a bit, adding to the overwhelming sensation.
âfuck joelâ please-â, you cry out, rolling your eyes back and tugging into his hair.
âyou wanted this huh? thatâs why you distracted me? so i can fuckinâ eat you out, right here?â, he says in between his licks.
you couldnât answer as your breath hitches. you were already clenching inside, but clenching around nothing.
ânot yetâŠâ, he said in a warning tone as he pulled away. wiping over his glistening beard. you let out a whine at the sudden missing sensation.
âdonât gimme that attitude, darlinââ, he quickly cuts that whimper off before he leans over you, catching your lips in a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips, before he kisses down your neck. you lift up your hips, just shivering at the rough sensation of his jeans rubbing at your clit. his thick cock very much noticeable and pressing against the fabric. you whine again.
âpleaseââ, you cry out again. demanding.
then, he pulls back and turns you onto your stomach, your dress still hauled up to your hip. âtold you to drop the attitude, babyâ, you felt his hand running over your ass, your breath hitches.
âyou wanted thisâ practically begging for my attention. now you gotta take what i give youâ, he delivers a sharp smack onto your ass. you gasp, biting your lip. other smacks followed right after until your cheeks turn into a soft pink.
âyou like this huh? when i spank you to put you back in line?â, his hand moves between your legs, sliding in two thick fingers of his in you.
âyea you doâŠâ, he observes as you cry out in pleasure, your hands grabbing into the hay.
you were a fucking mess.
âi- i doâ pleaseââ, you whimper. hearing the wet sounds of him pumping his fingers into you.
your toes curl. your moans get louder. âare you gonna cum for me? cum all over my fingers?â, he delivers another sharp spank onto your ass while his fingers pick up the speed. âhm.. yesâ joel- iâ, you moan louder as you start to clench around his fingers.
âthen fucking cumâ, he growls and you do.
your body tenses up, your legs squirm and you let out a loud cry. he keeps his fingers moving in you, helping you to ride through the orgasm. but as he pulled them out, you can already hear his belt unbuckling.
and you got wet right after again.
âdamn- gonna fuck you right here on this hay bale right outside.â, he breathes out as glance back, seeing his thick and hard cock, which he strokes slightly before you can already feel it at your wet entrance.
he starts to rub his tip up and down, circling it around your already overstimulated clit. âso fucking wet⊠my beautiful girlâ
âplease..ââ, you breath. âneed you.. need you inside of me-â
âi know, sweet girlâ gonna fill you upâ, he says and then thrusts right into you. you yelp at the fullness and the softly burning stretch.
âfuck- always so tight for meââ, he groans as he lets you adjust for a moment, before he started to move in a quick pace. the sound of your skin slapping together echoed through the whole farm. your continuous loud moans are following right after.
he talks you through it. he always does. telling you how good you feel, how perfect youâre made just for him.
during his thrusts, he gives you some swats onto your cheeks, keeping the color of a soft pink right there. he already started to feel you clench around him.
suddenly, he pulls out of you, flips you back onto your back and pushes right back into you. he catches your yelp in a messy kiss. his tounge exploring your mouth, while his hand softly wraps around your throat, squeezing it, making you a little bit light headed.
âdoing so fucking goodâ, he whispers into the kiss before he pulled back, grabbing your knees and pushing them up to your chest, fucking you in another better angle, hitting right your sweet spot inside of you.
âjoel iâm gonna cumââ, you whimper as you start to tense up again, but he already knew. of course he could already feel you clenching around him.
he was chasing after his orgasm either as he sped up the pace. he usually takes his time with you, slowly, so you can fully feel him. but then there was this rough side. and you fucking loved every second of it. you're feet dangling in the air, while he hold harshly against your under thighs,so you're knees were still pushed up against your chest.
âyouâre gonna cum right onto my cock? fuckââ, he groans, biting his lip as he keeps your knees up to your chest.
his groans mix with the sound of your moans and the skin slapping together. joel was never to make noise either.
he pushes you right over the edge with another sharp thrust, and follows right after. you could feel his warm cum filling you right up while he was moving through the aftershocks.
you catch your breath. your vision blurry since you teared up at the overwhelming pleasure. as he pulls out, you feel an emptiness inside of you again, but feeling his cum leaking out of you. he pulls you up, so youâre sitting up right, your dress falls down to your ankles again as you wrap your arms around his neck.
âdid so well, my beautiful girl hmâ, he whispers as he was still catching his breath, pressing a soft lingering kiss onto your lips, while wiping away some escaped tears from your cheek.
âfuckin love youâ, he grumbles into the kiss. he lets the kiss linger on for a bit, before he pulled up his jeans again, and then picks you up in a bridal style.
âmaybe i should walks round with no panties more oftenâ, you joke with a tired voice.
he just chuckles. shaking his head.
âalright, letâs get you cleaned upâ, he places a kiss on your forehead and carries you back to your home.
From Apple Pie to Cream Pie
Pairing: pervy!oldman!joel Miller x cheater!female!reader
Summary: you bring apple pie to Joel Miller's porch, telling yourself it's nothing; just a visit to your boyfriend's older brother. But uncle Joel has been lingering in your mind since the night you heard him say it. This is a tale about something more than apple pieâthe sweet pull of longing, care and the making of cream pie.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, MDNI, huge age gap (20s and 60s), pervy!joel, cheater!reader, FAUXCEST, Joel calls himself uncle, reader cheats on Tommy, sub/needy!reader, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, praise kink, slight nipple play, slight degradation, no outbreak
A/N: Itâs too hot to function and my brain is mush, so here's a "little" draft while I melt and work on a million other fics. Check the warnings, SCROLL if needed, it's really easy peasy. Drink water, my dear pookies <3
The throbbing started in your belly.
It was a deep, insistent pulse radiating outwards in slow, heavy waves that settled right between your thighs. Heat hummed relentlessly against your center, leaving your skin feeling tight and feverish. Slowly but surely, that dull ache migrated to your lower belly, then to your mound, before finally landing squarely on your clit.
And it was all because of two words:
Uncle Joel.