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"You saved his life. I'm asking you to help him keep it."
Joel Miller x Doctor Reader
Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI)
Summary: After Joel's suffering at the hands of Abby, he survives. You, a new resident of Jackson, are tasked with healing him, bringing him back to life in more ways than one.
Warnings: alternating pov, injury, eventual smut, mutual pining, fluff, domesticity in the apocalypse, joel survives, medical jargon, blood, sponge baths
Chapters will have individual warnings.
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.
Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture
People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.
I had seen the first picture of the church, but not the second.
I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.
This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.
They were all children, injured, abused, and killed in my country’s attempt to erase them. I want the world to see this and hold the state accountable to *active* reconciliation> I mean we could at least truly adopt UNDRIP in action instead of words for god’s sake.
here you can read an article about a survivor of the church and some of the things he experienced to help put into perspective how awful and just how recent it was
Out of curiosity, and also because I knew I'd be attending a festival, I went on Reddit. And you can see there's clearly some biphobia. 1) A fan explains that Pedro is definitely gay because she's straight and she always falls in love with gay men = Pedro is gay. 2) Someone explains that they saw Pedro in a gay bar with Franklin, but he was mostly talking to girls, but since he was in a gay bar = Pedro is gay. 3) Pedro is registered on One Day and Gindr and he follows gay men = Pedro. 4) Pedro seems to have had a relationship with Franklin and Russell because the photos seem too intimate, therefore = Pedro is gay. 5) He defends the LGBTQ community = Pedro is gay. 6) He's protective of women = Pedro is gay. 7) He's always with men = Pedro is gay. And the best argument of all: Pedro is gay because his best friend Sarah is gay, therefore he's gay.
Ppl were very sure of their opinions. But opinions don't definite a person. Where the proof, Just ppl said. The better when some ppl said maybe he's bi or fluid. They were insult or they were menace to be eject from the chat.
I feel ppl do a pression on Pedro to make him Come out. And ? It will change their life, they strongly want be right about their opinions and eject some ppl...Are you are fans ?
For this ppl, 2 opinions straight or gays. Bi it's an heresy.
They eject bisexual, they refuse "their existence" because they are stop in this configuration straight or gay
But this pression, they didn't see Pedro don't care. He live his life. He do his way.
They participe of invisibility of bisexuality by reject this community.
The most important is our love to Pedro, support his career. And love everyone without discrimination.
Send you positive vibes ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
hey charline ❤️❤️
Oh wow, thank you for sharing this! It’s crazy to see how desperate some people are to force their own narrative. Let's look at those 'arguments' for a second:
Well, if she only falls for gay men, I guess she’s never going to have a boyfriend. That’s just sad...
That actually wasn’t even a gay bar... it was just a regular bar.
This was never confirmed. In fact, he didn't even seem to know what Grindr was in that one interview when the hosts told him he was named "Hottest Man of the Year" (?) by the app.
Yeah, that one kiss with Franklin (who is literally engaged to a woman) and Russell is just a longtime friend. Friendly affection exists!
Oh, okay, so I guess literally everyone who supports the LGBTQ+ community is gay now...
He is a feminist and a respectful man. Honestly, that specific argument usually comes from straight, jealous men.
Is he even always with men? Not really.
And as for the best argument: Sarah Paulson is actually unlabeled as far as I know, so that makes zero sense anyway! 😂
it is ...sad that these people only believe what they want to see. I don't say (like a hundred times) that it is absolutely ok to be gay and if he is, its totally fine...but these are arguments where I just can shake my head. Come with facts people...
And know this: I hope that he never labels himself in public...
merci charline...have a nice day and good vibes to you too my dear
Gregor is an aspiring fashion-designer/hairdresser looking to improve his style, which he does by selling his soul to the devil.
(Unconfirmed)
🎥 Undressed MTV (1999)
Greg is one of Joel’s closest gay friends.
🎥 I Am That Girl (2008)
Noah contacts a girl named Maxine, who grew to be quite close to his ex-boyfriend, Terry. Soon they find themselves talking about Terry’s life and final days.
🎥 Game Of Thrones (2011-2019)
Prince Oberyn Martell is best known for his fighting skills, passionate temper and sexual appetites. Though he has a wife, he’s had affairs with men as well.
🎥 Strange Way Of Life (2023)
After twenty-five years, Silva goes across the desert to visit his old friend, Jake, going down memory lane together.
Summary: Frankie finds your panties in his pocket and his mind starts wandering.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, Frankie is horny and sooo in love, established relationship, m!masturbation, daydreaming of fem!oral, unprotected piv, creampie, swearing.
Word count: 1,1k
A/n: Happy Frankie Friday, loves🧢 I got inspired/horny and wrote this little thing. Thanks to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and to @cursed-carmine for the dividers. Hope y’all will enjoy the story♥️
Frankie Morales Masterlist || MASTERLIST
Frankie’s at work when he finds your panties in his jeans pocket. He doesn’t realize what they are at first and frowns, looking at a piece of lacy fabric, hanging off his finger. As soon as he recognizes the shape his eyes widen and he quickly crumples them in his fist. He’s proud to show off his hot girlfriend to his friends anytime but this is intimate, for his eyes only.
He knows you sneaked them in his pocket on purpose and his lips spread into a smile.
Naughty girl.
Frankie shoves them back and rushes to the bathroom. He closes the door of the stall and presses his back to it. Then he pulls the underwear out again, holds it with his two hands in front of his face, imagining your pussy behind the intricate fabric and his balls get heavy with want for you. He glides his thumb over the lace, his pupils dilating just looking at the garment.
Of course, he brings them to his nose. That’s what you wanted him to do, little minx, — to press the soft material to his lips and take a whiff of your scent. Fuckkkk, your scent. Delicate and tempting. Delicious and sweet.
With his heart beating fast, his cock getting thicker in his boxers, his tongue darts out and he licks the gusset. Maybe he’s imagining it but a trace of your taste tickles his receptors, so he closes his eyes and licks it again. He imagines your soft folds like flower petals under his tongue, your juices as tasty as honey. A moan falls from his lips and he snaps his eyes open in fear that someone’s heard him.
“What are you doing there, Morales?” If he hears this now he’ll die from embarrassment.
But it’s quiet behind the door and Frankie lets out a relieved sigh.
“Oh, baby…” His whisper is barely audible. He wishes you’d hear it but you’re too far away and the pain of missing you squeezes his heart with a claw. He’d do anything to be with you right now, to make you pay for what you’re doing to him right this second.
He’d throw you over his shoulder like a Neanderthal and bring you upstairs to the bedroom, pin you to the mattress and kiss you hard. The images behind his eyelids are intoxicating him.
You’re giggling but he knows you’re trembling inside, ready to be ruined. He climbs down your gorgeous body and pulls up your skirt to find his heaven — your delicious, soft, warm, beautiful pussy. He can’t wait. He gets to feasting immediately. You might cry and beg for him to slow down, to give you time to get used to his caress but he doesn’t yield. Your nectar is too tasty to stop drinking it, your moans are too hot to quiet them.
His tongue inevitably finds its way inside you and Frankie begins fucking you with it slowly and steadyly, his hands keeping your thighs apart, his nose rubbing your little clit just how you like it.
You come hard for him, almost crying, your lips and lashes wet. He kisses the tears away after he moves up your body and settles between your thighs.
Your core is flooded thanks to his skillful mouth and your pussy swallows his huge cock without trouble after what he’s done to you.
He’d give everything to be inside you right now. To feel your velvet walls hugging him tightly, your warm slick coating his cock and Frankie bites his lower lip, imagining how perfectly you’d pulsate around his length.
“Oh, baby,” he quietly repeats and his whole being wishes to hear those words in your voice right now.
“Oh, baby, you’re so deep inside me… your cock’s so big… can feel it everywhere.”
He loves your dirty mouth. Your praise makes him lose his mind and his cock plunges harder inside you.
In his daydream he’s already made you moan, now he wants to hear you scream his name. Get the bed rocking, soak the sheets with his and your sweat. He’s thrusting his cock into you fast and hard, not letting you catch your breath, pounding into you relentlessly.
Then he pauses, still deep inside you, still caging you against the bed, and stops so he could feel you. His eyes lock with yours, both hazy and blown out, mirroring each other.
“You feeling good?” He asks and you nod with a big drunk-looking smile.
“I love you so much.” A soft kiss follows his confession and he licks ‘love you’s’ off your lips like it’s the sweetest nectar.
Your hips slightly move under him and when he drinks your whine he knows you need him too much.
“Mmm.. my impatient girl,” he teases you and thrusts in. You choke as a sudden pleasure washes over you and your thighs spread wider as an invitation, no— a plea for him to go on.
He’ll give it to you like you deserve it.
His hips moving slow and steady, he’s massaging your walls with his stiff cock, his movements accompanied by you, mumbling his name like a prayer. He’s not your God but you’re his — his goddess, his muse, his hope and his love.
Brushing your cheek with his lips he’s whispering sweet nothings to you while you’re gripping his shoulders, making him feel incredibly good.
You cry out when a wave of ecstasy hits you and your pussy starts fluttering around Frankie’s cock. He comes soon after, painting your walls with his warm cum, filling you so full your panties won’t have a chance to keep it all inside and your thighs will be wet and sticky after.
He smiles thinking of it, his claim is hidden but you both know it’s there.
Frankie’s head drops down and he stares at his huge cockbulge. Like a tiger in its cage it demands to be released, and not being able to keep hold of his desire any longer, he unzips his jeans.
“Hey, baby!” You cheerfully greet him on the other end of the line after he calls you.
“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me, little minx. I just found your present.”
“Did youuuu?” You sing. “Hope you like it!”
Your playful giggle feels his heart with love but his cock twitches impatiently. He gives it a stroke and grits his teeth, burying a moan in his throat.
“Very much,” Frankie lowers his voice and gruffs into the speaker, “I'm in the bathroom now. What do you think I should do to you when I’m back?”
You hum as if thinking hard but as you start talking he realizes you know exactly what you want.
He rests the back of his head against the door, closes his eyes and listens to you, stroking his leaking cock, his hand moving back and forth steadily, your panties wrapped around his palm.
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