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[mintmatcha]

thick hands gently pressing down on your back to stretch you down further and further in doggy

[mintmatcha]

"feel that stretch?" and you dont know if he means from his hands or from his cock

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[dreichsmirr]

My abortion was really one the most hated kind of abortion. I wasn't underage. I wasn't raped. I wasn't in medical need.

I got pregnant not through some fluke or 1 in a 100 contraceptive failure. I got pregnant because I was knowingly and willfully having unprotected sex. Out of wedlock too if that matters.

It was my own fault, I was being irresponsible because I knew I could always get an abortion if I got pregnant. My abortion was as close as it comes to 'using abortion as a contraceptive' as anti-choicers love to say.

I didn't abort it because my health was in danger or because I didn't have the ability to care for it or whatever else. I did it purely because I didn't want a child. I wanted sex and I didn't want to deal with any consequences from it.

There's no moral here. I don't feel bad about it whatsoever. I suffered no karmic consequences or punishment from god. My life is amazing. I want to rub this in the face of every conservative and anti-choicer. I did the terrible thing. I had an abortion for the most selfish of reasons and literally nothing happened. Suck it.

[schoolhater]

the co-founder of 'crips for esims for gaza' and disability advocate, alice wong, has died according to her twitter account.

alice's disability advocacy naturally led her to palestine solidarity as the quote from the blog post announcing 'crips for esims' illustrates:

We also recognize that everyone in Gaza is now disabled due to the massive number of deaths, new disabilities, life-threatening illnesses and destruction of medical facilities going on. Such destruction also debilitates the land, water, and air, which will impact Palestinians and all surrounding life for generations to come. We owe our kin in Palestine to throw sand on the gears of genocide with our every breath. [source: the disability visibility project]

since december 2023, crips for esims for gaza has raised well over $3.1M and bought and maintained over 5,000 esims, undoubtedly saving lives.

in the past few days there has been intense winter flooding in gaza. donate to honor alice wong's memory–to keep people connected, to give disabled people the tools to advocate for themselves, to refuse to let palestine be silenced.

Crips for eSims for Gaza

Crips for eSims for Gaza is a collaboration between Jane Shi, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, and Alice Wong. 

[dianathetransfemswitch]

terf found my blog and commented instead of simply choosing to ignore/log off/block something she doesn't like like a normal person, I blocked her but it ruined my anyways day so interact with this if you like trans girls with weird kinks

[mattsundaes]

bakugou katsuki x f!reader — 18+, omegaverse

There’s something soothing about the feeling of your tongue lolling against the column of Bakugou’s neck. It’s comforting—lapping and suckling at the slick, salty tang that coats his warm skin.

It settles the restless whimpering of your hind brain that’s been pacing anxiously since the onset of your heat.

You let your teeth sink into his soft skin, biting down, and you begin to salivate at the taste of him as he groans, hips shifting upward. He’s still buried inside of you to the hilt, sticky cum dripping out with each movement while you continue to straddle his lap.

Because the thought of being empty right now—

“You’re so needy, you know that?” Bakugou’s teasing voice is a little hoarse as he exhales, hands splayed over your lower back.

His hands slide down, grasping your backside, and he slowly grinds up into you.

“Katsuki—“ your voice is a small, muffled sound while you drool into the crook of his shoulder.

He inhales sharply, and suddenly there’s a sharp press of teeth scraping over the supple skin just below the corner of your jaw. You whine when he doesn’t let them sink in, doesn’t bite down hard enough to—

(You’re too gone in the haze of heat to be embarrassed over the way you’re practically begging your best friend to give you his mating bite.)

His tongue presses into your skin. You tilt your neck, exposing it further to him. Beckoning.

There’s something like a growl that rumbles in his chest as his nose caresses the spot instead. “Not like this.”

A pitiful, needy sound slips out of you.

His thumb strokes your swollen clit, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as pleasure shudders down your spine. Bakugou’s mouth slides along the curve of your jaw, lips hovering over yours in an open-mouthed kiss.

“Ask me when you’re not cock drunk,” he says, tongue sliding over your bottom lip. “When you understand what it is that you’re asking for.”

His fingers curl around the side of your neck, thumb swiping over the sensitive spot that aches for the claim of his teeth.

“I need—“ you gasp as he starts to slowly thrust up into you.

“I know, baby. I know,” he huffs in amusement, and the fondness in his tone feels dangerously close to that of a lover.

Bakugou’s mouth finds that spot below your jaw again, and he grasps your hips, each rough stroke of his cock growing deeper, sloppier.

He kisses you there, his lips wet and hot on your skin as the heady wave of pleasure building up inside of you explodes in a white-hot crest, and you come for him again with shuddering, whimpering gasps.

[nabulsi]

The man-made famine in Gaza continues to get worse. As the world continues to watch this through phone and TV screens, real people are struggling to find even the basic necessities to buy. Families who would once subsist on a few loaves of bread a day, now cannot even find the resources to make even 1 loaf.

The hunger that Gazans have been feeling due to the resource scarcity is growing more and more excruciating as time goes by.

If there is no intervention to allow resources into Gaza, the unthinkable will occur and we all know this.

The best thing you can do for your Gazan friends is to ensure that they are able to afford whatever little they can find to eat, as it is quite literally life and death.

I'd like to direct your attention as well to my friend Ayah. She is taking care of beautiful children, who are going to bed hungrier and hungrier with each passing day. Her fundraiser has only raised €4,634 in months of being active. Please donate if you can and give her and her family even the smallest bit of hope in these incredibly harrowing days.

Donate to A Humanitarian Appeal from Ayah, organized by M Ashour

Hello, my name is Ayah l, and am a mother of three children. I live with my husband and my pa… M Ashour needs your support for A Humanitaria

[sunflowersosa]

Nigerian Pride 🏳️‍🌈🇳🇬

I meant to have this out yesterday. Happy belated pride. :)

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Ghada’s family is starving, all 14 of them. The Al-Anqars cannot afford even a kilo of flour, priced at €30 per kilo. Every place they've ever called home has been demolished by the IOF, who shoot and massacre Palestinian people attempting to collect what meager aid they've let through. All of this, while six Al-Anqar family members are under the age of 10. Their current shelter is at risk of being bombed, and moving anywhere else requires €1,000 a month plus a month’s deposit. RENTING, DURING A GENOCIDE. The situation is unfathomably cruel and difficult.

Her campaign is verified by GazaVetters at #6 on their list, it is reliable.

Please donate to keep this Palestinian family alive in a genocide. This is the fight of our generation. Do what you can.

Donate to Rising from the Ashes: Ghada’s Journey of Hope and Resilien, organized by ghada alanqar

A Cry from the Rubble: A Family Torn Apart by War … ghada alanqar needs your support for Rising from the Ashes: Ghada’s Journey o

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[cripplerage-deactivated20260121]

As a wheelchair user I'm trying to reframe my language for "being in the way."

"I'm in the way," "I can't fit," and "I can't go there," is becoming "there's not enough space," "the walkway is too narrow," and "that place isn't accessible."

It's a small change, but to me it feels as if I'm redirecting blame from myself to the people that made these places inaccessible in the first place. I don't want people to just think that they're helping me, I want them to think that they're making up for someone else's wrongdoing. I want them to remember every time I've needed help as something someone else caused.

[cripplerage-deactivated20260121]

To the people saying this also applies to fat people - you are not derailing! This is true!!!

[iwas-baby]

—𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

v. jfk international

genre: vampire au, reincarnation au, drama

cw: weapons and mentions of murder

a/n: hey everyone, long LONG time no see. i was feeling bored and it dawned upon me that i hadn't continued his story, so im going to try my best to start it back up, im SO sorry for the wait and even though this chapter isn't long i hope you enjoy!

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Osamu was annoyed. His brother's flight had been delayed, the line for food at the airport was too long and worst of all, his ex-girlfriend was somehow intertwined with the same vampire who disgraced their family all those years before. Keeping his crossed arms firm against his chest, he swore he was going to rip his hair out if he had to wait another minute. 

“Yo, ‘Samu!” His brother was wearing a casual smile, waving to him as he pulled along his suitcase. He seemed to be in a better mood than Osamu, most likely not having the same sort of concern for the situation as he did. 

“Get movin’ I’ve already been waiting on yer ass for an hour.” 

“So no hello, don’t be so stuck up, if that motherfucker’s been alive for a century I don't think he’s gonna go anywhere.” If it wasn’t for the immense airport security, he would’ve punched Atsumu, instead deciding to give him a deadly stare which made the blond twin shiver. “Hurry up, I don’t wanna waste any more time.” 

Together they walked side by side, as Osamu explained the finer details of what had been going on in the past few weeks. Everything from the break up with you, to the coincidental meet up with the man on the road. 

“Maisy thought she had found a lead in the city, that’s what we were discussing when y/n walked in,” he said with furrowed eyebrows. “I’d been tracking that damn thing for weeks, tracking it all night ‘n studyin’ all day to learn how to take it down.”

At that point, the two men were in the car, Osamu in the driver’s seat, Atsumu in shotgun. Osamu’s fingers gripped the steering wheel as he recalled what led to your break up, and his brother could clearly see that it was upsetting it too much, opting to change the subject. 

“You’ve always had a knack for hunting the supernatural, not me though, you’re the one carryin’ out our legacy and whatnot,” he sighed, staring at the window getting a closer look at the American city. “Ya even went as far as to move all the way here for it. Ma and Pops are real proud, y’know?” 

“I’m sure they are, but this ain’t something i wanna be doing for the rest of my days, ya already know the only thing I’m actually after is the bloody vampire.” 

The rest of the drive was silent, a looming tension in the air as Osamu had yet to calm his anger. All he wanted was to live a normal life, and unlike Atsumu, he knew the only way for him to do that was to defeat the one thing that had been tormenting his family’s legacy. What made him want to get there faster was the idea of him hurting you, too. He couldn’t let history repeat itself, he had to keep you safe. Although he had a hard time showing it while you were together, he was infatuated with everything about you. Even now, when you clearly seemed to hate his guts, he was whispering your name in his sleep. 

They slowly pulled up to Osamu’s apartment complex, he helped his brother haul his heavy luggage into the building and into his unit. 

“Jeez, what did ya bring with ya, bricks?” He groaned, letting the suitcase fall onto the floor. This in turn earned a slap from the blond twin, insisting that the cargo he carried was fragile. 

“Well, someone needed to bring ya that anointed silver, dumbass.” Atsumu unzipped the suitcase, showing a case of expensive silverware. It was odd that no one at border security questioned him about it but nonetheless, Atsumu opened the case to show the pieces off. “Finest silver in Japan, blessed by three separate shamans, supposed to rip through the flesh of evil.” 

Osamu could picture it in his mind, that little beast pinned under him, a look of defeat and anger in his monstrous eyes. Though, he wondered if the creature would beg for mercy, or if it would accept defeat. He tried to guess how long the vampire had been alive, plaguing society, deflowering and killing women, tormenting old forgetting villages. 

“Have ya told Maisy about it?” His brother’s question snapped him back into reality, he felt his jaw clench at the thought of her. He hadn’t spoken to the girl since the breakup, blaming her presence entirely for the situation at hand. 

Osamu shook his head as Atsamu continued: “well we ought to ring her up, after all it’s her family that has all those dusty books with all the spells and what -have-yous.”

“Yer right.” It was something he didn’t want to admit, especially to his twin. He looked down at his phone, taking a deep breath before pressing call. 

Her cheery tone responded almost immediately, which pissed Osamu off. 

“What took you so long, I was waiting for you to call!” Osamu rolled his eyes, surely she was acting dumb on purpose, he didn’t think it capable of a human being to be so dense– maybe other than Atsamu. 

Osamu cleared his throat, looking over at his brother who was already scavenging through his pantry. “There’s something important. You should come over soon, Atsamu is here.” He didn’t know what else to say to her. 

“Is this about…” Her voice trailed off, losing its peppy tone, shifting almost instantly to a somber echo. 

“Yes.” 

“Do you need me to bring the books?” 

“No shit.” 

“Well I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.” Maisy hung up the phone, and Osamu let out a sigh, sitting down on the couch, hanging his head back. 

His heart was racing, palms becoming sweaty. He could feel it in his bones that something big was going to happen soon. There was a rattling under his skin, his life’s purpose would soon come to an end. Not only would he upkeep his family’s legacy of defending human kind from the metaphysical, but he would avenge the death of his ancestor– the one who started it all. It was so close, he could practically taste it on his tongue. Soon you would be back where you belonged, with him, and far away from that demon.  All he needed was a plan.

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[fairuzfan]

The whole world, every single country in this world and it's people except for yemen, we should all be ashamed for abandoning Gaza. No one in this entire world is free from guilt.

[fedaa123]

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please dont skip

I am Fedaa Al Nadi, a paediatrician from Gaza.

Kindly read my story below:

I am Fedaa 35 years old palestinian mother and doctor from Gaza .. till this moment writing theses words surviving Gaza genocide ..and trying with all ways to keep my family safe ..

I am married to Motaz Jad Alhaq, a nurse, and together we have three beautiful children: Mohammed (9 years), Omar (8 years), and Nima (4 years).

I am reaching out to you with a heartfelt plea for assistance, not just for my family but for the many others facing similar hardships in our region. Since October 7th 2023, the grnocide in Gaza has had a devastating impact on our lives. Our home has been destroyed, our jobs are lost, and everything we once had has been reduced to rubble.

Each day, Motaz and I volunteer at a local hospital, trying to provide care to the injured and alleviate their suffering. Despite our tireless efforts, neither of us receives any salary, and we are left to live in dire conditions. We have been displaced multiple times, and we now face the daily struggle of securing basic necessities like food and clean water.

We opened a Gofundme to try to raise funds, and we raised money but Gofundme suddenly closed our account and returned all the donations we had collected. We do not know why and they offered no explanation. This is why we come to you now with a fundraiser on a different platform. If you donated to us previously using Gofundme and your donation was refunded to you, please consider re-sending us the donation using Chuffed. We were counting on receiving the Gofundme donations and now they are gone.**

Your donations, no matter how small, can make a significant difference. They can provide us with a meal, a clean water bottle, or a moment of safety in these difficult times. Each contribution brings hope and alleviates our suffering, giving us strength to face another day. Please consider donating to this cause and sharing our campaign with your friends and family.

Save fedaa and motaz family from the genocide

I am Fedaa Al Nadi, a paediatrician from Gaza. Kindly read my story below:

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[introloves]

tw: mental health issues and sexual assault mention.

hello.

so, posts like these are never easy to draft up or write and honestly i’m already mortified thinking about posting this.

recently, my life has taken a nosedive down and i’m making this post asking for help.

in december, my sister started displaying some mental health issues and while some of the symptoms weren’t anything i haven’t seen before (she’s dealt with major depressive episodes in the past), there were two days that spooked me to my core. she was curled up in the fetal position in the corner of her room, and didn’t recognize our family members. she thought we were strangers.

she was then put on a 5150 hold, and from then she voluntarily left to a group home. the diagnosis given was schizophrenia, and was given medication that to this day has given her neurological problems.

she has difficulty holding her phone, walking, talking and i can see she’s fighting with herself, desperate to just speak her mind.

unfortunately, at the group home- she was assaulted.

i would like to take a break and just breathe- because after reading all of that, and especially since it’s such a heavy subject; i know it can weigh heavy on someone’s heart and mind.

continuing on, i would like to offer some insight of my life- i’ve been adverse on doing so in the past, but i hope this won’t be taken advantage of.

i moved out when i was 16, and since then i haven’t relied on anyone financially. at 18 i was granted guardianship to my 3 siblings, and at that age i was responsible for a 16, 14, and 12 year old(s).

i’d like to say i’ve done a pretty good job at raising them. they’re my pride and joy but unfortunately i wasn’t born with a silver spoon… or any spoon for that matter lol.

right now, i know everyone is going through financial hardships but i am in need of help for my sisters physical and mental therapies.

i’ve exhausted my savings and while i would do so in a heartbeat over and over, i just need help.

if possible, i’ll leave my cashapp; i also have zelle but i can provide that with a dm for anything anyone would be able to spare.

once again, i know things are difficult- but if you can… it would be an immense help, and that’s something i really need at this moment.

i know i don’t have grounds to stand on, i haven’t posted in a long time. but if my works have ever entertained you, caused you comfort, or have been something to just pass the time- i would appreciate a reblog or any help.

thank you for your time, and i promise- i’ll come back to you all with works to keep bringing you joy and giggles when i can.

cashapp: $minsins

venmo: jaxmon

zelle: available upon a dm

[introloves]

thank for you the support, i am overwhelmed by the fact that im not alone and have people who do care.

reblogs and boosts help more than you guys believe and i’m every bit appreciative.

[tamarrud]

Everytime I refresh my feed, the number of Palestinians massacred by Israel today rises.

[tamarrud]

419 is the most recent number of Palestinians killed in an Israeli large-scale sneak attack that started at 2 in the morning today (March 18). That's over 400 people massacred while they slept. That's more than 400 people killed in less than 24 hours.

Why did Israel break the ceasefire in Gaza?

Israel resumed its relentless bombing of Gaza overnight on Tuesday, killing more than 400 people and sowing terror.

[antique-remains]

Official art of Seijoh 4 in 2025 my heart is so full

[mattsundaes]

"i really appreciate this," hanamaki repeats himself for what may very well be the eighth or ninth time since he arrived on your doorstep twenty minutes ago, just past midnight.

you place a pillow and blanket on the couch beside him and shrug, smiling softly, "we don't mind having you here."

he drags a hand through his hair and sighs, "i promise i'll be out of your hair soon though, i'm gonna start looking into apartments in the morning."

your chest aches for your friend—because while you thought moving in with his girlfriend of four months was a terrible idea from the start, he certainly didn't deserve to come home from work to find her with someone else.

"i still wish you'd let me go over there and fight her," you grumble, shooting at look at your boyfriend.

issei grins, shaking his head. "she already knows you hate her though, she'd probably run down the fire escape as soon as you bust in the door."

you cross your arms. "i'm civilized enough to knock before decking her."

your boyfriend snorts.

hanamaki scoffs, and then he laughs, and it's the first you've seen him smile since he arrived. "i'm going to politely decline your offer for the sake of my security deposit."

you shrug. "i make no promises if i see her on the street."

he sighs dramatically, head falling against the back of his couch just as issei plops down on the cushion beside him, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"hey, bright side. now you have more time to hang out with us again," he flicks hanamaki's ear.

hanamaki groans, sarcastically pumping a fist in the air. "the third wheel lives to see another day."

you nudge his foot. "i missed you crashing on the couch every saturday night and making eggs benedict for breakfast. issei can't poach an egg to save his life."

issei sticks his tongue out at you.

hanamaki rolls his eyes, tapping a finger against his chin. "something never quite seemed fair about me listening to your loud ass sex all night and then making both of you breakfast the next morning."

issei shrugs, getting up, "not my fault you didn't just come in and join."

hanamaki chokes out, "what?"

you shoot your boyfriend a look. "issei, you can't just drop that on him, he's still fragile."

"he told me he had a sex dream about us when he was drunk a few months ago."

"i what?!" hanamaki squeaks.

"he just broke up with his girlfriend!"

"i'm being a supportive friend."

"are you supporting his ass with your dick?! he was still crying like five minutes ago!"

"i mean you said you wanted both of us to fuc—"

"uh," hanamaki interrupts loudly.

both of you turn to him, and he blinks several times before continuing—

"...so does this mean i don't have to sleep on the couch?"