Should our taxes SNAP FOR THE WEALTHY be spent on caviar and private jets? Insufferable. Every govt official is on SNAP and then want to take it from the very people that are funding their lifestyle. Itâs like tithing. You give money in hopes to be looked out for but you never are. It goes to fancy cars and production cameras too often. Your taxes are tithes and your government is the church. Theyâre supposed to use the congregationâs donations to make sure thereâs a safe place to go when there isnât and food and care as well. But what happens? No food. No care. Just more money in the mega church bucket. Separation of state and church never existed.
"After they overheard that ICE was at the courthouse to arrest someone, they improperly accessed court databases to determine who was not born in the United States," a DOJ detention filing says. "They then snuck every suspected illegal alien who was at the courthouse out a back door, where ICE, who was waiting in the parking lot for their target to leave the building, could not see them."
Think about what you can do at your job or in your daily life to resist fascism when the opportunity presents itself!
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Oh you put the fascist politician in your silly game? Oh the joke of your post is that trump and netanyahu are gay and fuck each other? Oh your joke is so funny because nazis and war criminals are gay, and it's funny when men are dressed as women (which we all know is SOOOO embarrassing) but it's super radical and cool, because you're joking? Should we throw a party? Should we invite the gamergate bros and the 8chan creator??
i definitely understand the point made but itâs radical and comical because people like trump and netanyahu do what they do to be feared and respected. although being gay isnât inherently shameful, they see it as such, and therefor being put into that position is incredibly degrading for someone who views it that way, showcasing the lack of fear and authority they possess and undermining their power
is it comical and radical to use the same teehee haha mimetic warfare used by neocons and fascists to depict gayness and transness as deviant and shameful? Or are you maybe not a leftist at all, and only adding to the harm done to trans and gay people? Maybe you're not using your brain because laughing at two fascists kissing takes less energy than considering that said fascists are actively destroying the lives of many? Omg you're so smart, let's let hitler and king leopold ii tongue kiss on a plantation, isn't that so funny.
i canât get on the jackson family fic train like i just canâtâŠthe fics make me uncomfortable considering how yall talk about them, and a lot of yall overcompensate for opinions from people outside of the fandom by hypersexualizing everybody in that family to prove a point. plus itâs just so much STEALING going on in that fandom and on top of that; some of yall write like literal children and thatâs not even me being shady, i swear.
but i think the most disturbing part about it all is i think writing about fucking dead people is very weird, i never liked it and it feels disrespectful and rapeyâŠsorry.
and before anybody get to crying, this is not me saying the boys canât be sexual or whatever yall be tb, this is just MYYYY opinion on the fics, iâm not yucking yall yum or telling yall wdf to read/write.
No because all yall do is STEALLLLLL. Whoever stole my J.Will fic is lucky my tl refreshed or I woulda got on that ass. Donât EVER turn my fics into sum shit abt the Jacksonâs with yall nasty trifling ass! And then u adding an unnecessary ass smut when the shit ainât even have one in the first place!
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Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.
He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.
It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.
Bite you, mark you, make you his.
Breed you-
"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."
"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.
Not Caleb!?
"Well, what's he saying?"
"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"
"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."
You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.
"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.
Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.
"Valko..."
"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.
He needs you.
He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.
"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."
"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."
"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."
"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"
"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."
"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."
Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.
You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."
"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."
He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.
You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.
"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.
You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.
The phone goes off.
Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.
"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"
"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"
Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.
"S'deep... you're..."
You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.
"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"
"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."
"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"
You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.
"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.
"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"
"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."
"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.
You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...
Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3
like im lucky enough that sw is not my main source of income but for atleast half of the girls working that ive known it is, and they all meet the same roadblocks of having records due to sw that prevent them from getting regular jobs, scrutiny from ânon judgementâ employers, banks banning them entirely from being able to bank with them, little to no education to get out or have other ppl relying on them that makes it so the quick money is the only way to raise their kids pay rent keep up with bills etc etcâŠ..if u actually care about the whore u will make it so her existence is not illegal or worthy of banishment from public daytime life u would help her find other avenues and if she wants to stay u would make it so she can defend her self legally if she faces discrimination and withheld wages for her workâŠ.but yall dgaf about thatâŠ.u just hate the whore thats it đ u r not feminist for holding the same view of swers as the average cishet man
youâre well aware that your relationship with satoru isnât exactly normal. people seem to think you have no clue, but youâve never been ignorant. for all the casual jokes and whining clinginess, you can tell your boyfriend is deeply, possessively in love with you.
it shows in everything he does. satoru likes to hide it behind a veneer of playfulness. you donât mind. in all reality, you find it pretty cuteâthe doting, the teasing, the silly jokes that all veil that intense want that lurks in him. he wants you so bad itâs impossible to ignore. no, more than that: he needs you so much it bleeds into everything he does.
heâs teasing when he winds an arm around your waist, joking when he drops his chin on your head and pulls you away from whoever you were talking to. thereâs a casual, unspoken jealousy to the action, but heâs so good at pretending itâs just gojo being clingy. itâs just what everyone expects of him. youâre the only one that knows better. you can see the angry glint in his eye, hear the way satoruâs heart picks up in his chest every time you reciprocate. youâre the only one he lets past infinity, the reason heâs been working to make it cover you as well. he just canât bear to see other people touching youâyou donât blame him, do you?
best of all, youâre the only one that sees him desperate, that gets to watch him unwind. he worships you. you donât have sex as much as you make love, his hands roving your body and plucking sweet moans from between your lips. satoru will murmur as he takes you, voice unbearably vulnerable and unspeakably intimate. âno one else can make you feel like this, baby,â he says on a moan. on the next, quiet and sure, âeven better, iâm the only one that gets to see you like this. they donât even know what theyâre missing out on. i wonât let them ever find out.â he holds you tightly, kisses you ardently, and if you let him, heâll fuck you until his legs give out. until he has no more love left to give.
so maybe youâre a little too encouraging. so what? who cares if you let your gaze linger on another man just to watch satoruâs eyes sharpen? what does it matter if youâll play ignorant to another manâs advances, just to revel in the way satoru steps in and stakes his territory?
sex like that is even better. satoru gets mad, possessiveânot at you, never at you. but your entire body becomes a canvas for him to stake his claim on, and it makes him rough. heâll grip you until you bruise, kiss you until your lip splits, fuck you deep and hard so that you wake up the next morning sore, just so he can dote on you all over again.
âheâs so needy,â utahime complains to you one day, after heâd dragged you home from an event. heâd claimed he just wanted you all to himself for a moment, to get away from such boring company. itâs more honest than everyone suspects. he really does hate to see you talking to other people. âhe wants to leave, and you leave. he hates when you talk to other guys. i swear, whenever youâre not paying attention to him, itâs like the sunâs frozen over. and then he has to act up until youâre looking at him again. how can you handle a guy that clingy?â
âi think itâs cute,â you reply. âi like how much he likes me. makes me feel like iâm the only girl in the world, you know?â
utahime snorts. âhe sure seems to think so. remember last week? itâs like he didnât even realise that girl was flirting with him.â
he hadnât. or maybe he had, and satoru simply revels in your jealousy as much as you do his. youâd attached yourself to him like a limpet, fingers curling around his bicep as your head leant against his shoulder. you were polite to a fault until you chased her off, so clingy that satoru couldnât tear his eyes away. in the end, heâd barely said three words to the girl before you monopolised all of his attention. heâd grinned wide and proud, and been twice as clingy as you were thereafter.
(when you got home, well. youâd been on top, riding him to a slow climax while he stared up at you worshipfully. his thumbs rub circles into your thighs, and with every rock of your hips, he lets loose an unabashed groan. heâs so free in his pleasure, so open about how good you make him feel. satoru never lets you doubt how perfect you are for him.
he comes first, for once. heaves and whines into your mouth even as he tells you to keep going, tells you that iâm sorry i want you so bad, baby. that doesnât mean you need to stopâtake me for all iâve got, kay? he whispers those promises until you follow him over the edge, curled on top of him and breathing deep against his collarbone.
âyouâll never leave me, will you?â he asks, except he doesnât say it like a question. he says it like a vow.
ânever,â you promise. âyouâd be dead before i let you get rid of me.â)
To anybody whoâs in the US PLEASE vote for the midterms if youâre over eighteen! Educate yourself on a political program that cares about the PEOPLE and the world and not just about a selfish and greedy economy.
âGhettoâ is a high taste level art form that has been twisted to be seen as lowbrow and vulgar due to the propaganda from white supremacy. Personally, as I was growing up, I was conditioned by other white people that I went to school with to think âghettoâ was bad or embarrassing when in actuality, the whiteness I was surrounded by was ultimately trashy, ignorant, and narrow-minded. I had to grow out of that conditioning of seeing my beautiful people that way when the white people I was around smelled like their pets, drove big muddy trucks, and chew tobacco and kept a bottle of their residual spit. When I moved to Atlanta when I was 18, I experienced so much unique blackness so abruptly, that it was like I was seeing again. I was finally around BLACKNESS and it was so fun, engaging, and beautiful. Ghetto to me is whimsy and enthralling. Ghetto is loud and unique. Ghetto is beautiful.
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