Made my first post on AO3, and of course instead of a proper story it's a crappy love letter to the ocean lmao, but if you want to check it out here it is ^.^
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Made my first post on AO3, and of course instead of a proper story it's a crappy love letter to the ocean lmao, but if you want to check it out here it is ^.^
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My name is Nwan, I am 21 years old, from Gaza đ”đžđ
We once lived in a warm home full of life⊠we used to dream, laugh, and live like any other human being đ
But the war took everything from usâŠ
We lost our home đïž, we lost our safety, and our lives completely changed đ
Today, we live in a tent⊠a tent that cannot protect us from the heat or the cold âșđą
But despite everything⊠hope is still there âš
And I truly believe you will not leave us alone đ€Č
I carry my family on my shoulders, trying to stay strong despite all the pain đ
But what breaks my heart the most⊠are the children of my people đđ¶
Children who lost their fathers and mothers, children left alone without shelter or safety đą
Children who are hungry đ, who need milk đŒ, diapers đ¶, clothes to keep them warm đ
Children deprived of the most basic rights⊠of childhood, of safety, of a normal life đ
I truly want to help them⊠I want to be a reason for even a small moment of happiness in their lives đ€
But the truth is⊠I cannot do this alone
Thatâs why I am asking you, please do not leave us alone đ
Stand with us, and help me support the children of my people đ€Č
Even 1 euro đ¶ can make a big difference đ«
It can feed a hungry child đœïž
It can bring a smile to a sad face đ
Please⊠do not leave us alone đ
Your support is the hope we are holding onto đżâš
And if you cannot donate, please share this post đą
It might reach someone who can help đ
Every support, every share, every word⊠means life to us đ
WHERE IS OUR RIGHT TO LIVE? đ
Extreme cold
hunger
fear
and a complete lack of securityâ
this is our current situation, mine and my siblings My old grandmother, out in the open '.
These feelings are incredibly difficult and painful for us...đ
I hope you can help us by donating what you can and sharing our story with the world so that someone might help us. Thank you all
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My least favorite new politically correct term is "unhoused." Like you can just tell it was created to make liberals feel less icky when talking about homeless people.
I was homeless. I was homeless as a child and as an adult. That shit sucks believe it or not.
The uncertainty. The ever-present grimy feeling from lack of access to running water. Having nothing to your name. The shame you feel is asking your fellow man for the bare minimum. Just so much shame, man.
"Unhoused" is so clinical. A technical term. Sure, its not incorrect, but it doesn't properly convey the emotional and psychological impact homelessness has on you.
You say "house", I think of a structure.
You say "home", I think of stability.
i don't ship them i just think they could get ragebaited into having sex with each other
whoohoo here's my full piece for @brucewaynepinupzine! this project was such a blast and it was so very fun to see bruce put in so many. Situations đ
(also leftover sales are open rn if you missed out on preorders and wish to get yourself a delicious meal đ)
Emilie Blichfeldt - The Ugly Stepsister (2025)
I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.
Truly my worst nightmare.
Transcript of Aliya Rahman's speech:
Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.
My name is Aliya Rahman, and I am a resident of South Minneapolis. I am a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin. And Iâm a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury.
Not all autistic brains do this, but mine fixates on sounds, numbers, and patterns. And while what the world saw happen to me exactly three weeks ago today on video was a terrible violation it is still nothing compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple center.
So I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home, and I offer this data because these practices must end now.
On January 13th on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin Countyâs traumatic brain injury center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it. I had not wanted to pull in to a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled, âMove! I will break your f-ing window!â
His first instruction.
Agents on all sides of my vehicle yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could not process while watching for pedestrians.
Then, the glass of the passenger side window flew across my face.
I yelled, âIâm disabled!â at the hands grabbing at me and an agent said, âToo late.â
I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Jenoah Donald, an autistic black man killed by the police during a traffic stop in 2021.
I remembered mister Silverio Villegas GonzĂĄlez, who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.
An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and later learned was used to cut off my seat belt. Shooting pain went through my head, neck, and wrists when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back.
I felt the pattern, and I thought of mister George Floyd, who was killed four blocks away.
I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally.
I was never asked for ID.
Never told I was under arrest.
Never read my rights.
And never charged with a crime.
Approaching the Whipple center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors. I continued to hear the word âbodiesâ, because that is how agents referred to us:
âWeâre bringing in a body.â
âTheyâre bringing in bodies 7, 8 at a time, where do I put âem?â
âWe canât use that room, thereâs already a body in there.â
You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if youâre already being called a body.
Agents repeatedly had to stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my own neck. I asked for my cane and was told no, pulled up by my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents laughing and saying, âWalk! You can do it, walk.â
Agents did not know if the facility had a wheelchair.
When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation an agent taunted, âYou were driving, right? So your legs do work.â
I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.
It was denied.
When I became unable to speak my cellmate pleaded for me.
The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cellmate banging on the door, pleading for a medic, and a voice outside saying, âWe donât wanna step on ICEâs toes.â
When I opened my eyes at Hennepin Countyâs emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault.
The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been very severe, but I do not deserve more humane treatment than anyone else, US citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who havenât had the privilege to tell their stories or see their loved ones come home. I am extremely distressed by the pattern that violence from law enforcement has been happening to black and indigenous communities for centuries, and to DHS survivors for over 20 years.
We call ourselves a civilized nation, but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.
I am not afraid, and Iâm not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone. Thank you for your time.
pale pt 3
(I need a better title for this series lmfao)
hereeeee you go you little freaks I love you all sm :3
part 1 part 2
pale man x gender neutral reader, 4.7k words, nsft, this one is a little rougher than the last two but. everything is very very very consensual!!!!! these pieces are all in the same universe/same relationship. reblogs and comments fuel me forever
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There are fingers that are long enough to reach around your entire neck wrapped around your throatâhis grip is hard, harder than itâs ever been, and there are tears spilling from your eyes, your skin flushed and body screaming at you to get the fuck away.
Youâve never begged for something more in your life.
Heâs pouring opaque black drool from his widening mouth, it pools from his bottom lip as it drips down across your lower stomach, up to your abdomen, all over your chestâthereâs even a trail of it across your living room carpet that begins where he⊠it⊠licked across the pane of your window from your porch, broke into your home and pounced down on all fours, crawling towards you. Jerky and inhuman, limbs twisting every which way. Both pupils black and pointed entirely opposite of one another. A corpse wearing skin, a monster wearing a human, he slithers his way to you, lithe fingers find a vulnerable throat, ripe for the taking.
Lamby got super drunk and snuck a wolf into his pasture to fuck đ„”
They made me suck them off at first and then I got pushed to the floor and pinned. They fucked me on the floor and hurt me and degraded me it was so so so hottttt
They came on me but had threatened to knock me up and abandon me bwahhhhhhđ
hey itâs ok if you lost your ai virginity back when you were uneducated. a lot of posts go like âreblog if you have never ever used generative ai and never ever will!!!â but itâs ok if you have used gen ai before and itâs even ok if you used to think it was cool, back before you understood what it really was and how it worked, either because no one had taught you about it and you discovered it on your own or because the only education you had received about it was from the tech bros. youâre not a burger with a bite out of it for having used ai. ok
It is 100 percent okay to stop using it today and join the "boo AI" club.
This isn't a purity thing. This is a "everyone stand with us against destroying the environment and giving asthma to poor people" thing.
Did you know that when one community says no to an AI data center, they specifically search out communities with fewer resources? Communities that can't defend themselves? And the pollution 100 percent affects their health and wellbeing, in addition to burning through our already scarce drinking water.
You can stop using character.ai today. You can say "I listened to the facts and stopped." And another thing: don't you think it's a bit more impactful to have used it, stopped, and then you're in a position to say how little it helped? How doing things for yourself improved your life?
also posts in the spirit of "if you've used AI even ONCE your soul is tainted!!!!" can't be great to those with OCD
So true. People Gold Star Lesbianning ai makes me so tired.
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what if we were two girls who had the same sire and worked in the same office and lived in the same apartment building. and we hatefucked. what then
For our first meeting, put a bluetooth toy in/on and share your location with me then let me track you down in the middle of a busy city.
You won't know what my face looks like, only know my body from the pictures and videos I've made you touch yourself to. Every woman you see with the vaguest comparison to my silhouette will be a suspect and I'll ensure I melt into the crowds to drive up the paranoia.
And then I'll start to play with you.
Just a low thrum of the toy at first, but you'd have forgotten about it while you scour faces. You'll jump, try to muffle any noises and wonder if the woman giggling into her phone a short distance away is just me trying to avoid suspicion.
I'd hike the vibrations up to max randomly. Make you jolt and squeak and try excuse yourself as people give you funny looks. Is one of them me putting on a show? Can't be. The vibrations are pulsing, moving up and down the dial on a rhythmic pattern. If one of them were me, you'd see the movements of my finger on a phone screen, making you writhe in public and humiliate yourself.
Hell, I might not even be around right now. I could be hiding around a corner, sneaking glimpses of you when you're turned in another direction. I could be blocks away, just letting you know I'm on my way and not to forget about me. I could be set up in a coffee shop nowhere near you and just revelling in your jitters.
It's a game of cat and mouse and I have all the advantages and patience to spare. Drinking in your paranoid arousal is going to be so much fun.
iâve had a fantasy for a while
a group of friends jumps in a discord call, all of the subs with remote control toys. when you join the call, you do so with the agreement that you wont cum without the permission of a dom within the group and that you will be handing over control of your toy. one by one each sub gets put in the hot seat. each person will of course have different limits. some might want to be called degrading names. some might want to be gently guided towards their peak. some might want to be asked to show themselves off before theyâre allowed to cum. some might want to be edged into oblivion. some may want to never be allowed to cum. but all of us are horny, depraved, and truly good friends