"you're so pretty tobes." You coo, painting her lips a rosy pink, you were sat on her lap as you delicately applied her makeup. She blushes at your words, "you— you don't m-mean that ..." She muttered, cheeks flushed as she avoids eye contact. You frown at her words, how dare she insult your pretty girl. "Don't talk about my girl like that Toby." You scold her, tired of the demeaning words about herself. She was the prettiest girl you'd ever seen, and you were going to let it be known. "You're the prettiest princess baby." You smile at her, wiping the corners of her mouth where the lipstick smudged. "Really?" She asks, her eyes shining as she looks at you, you giggle nodding. "You're the most gorgeous girl, my pretty girl." You press a kiss to her cheek. She whines at your words, her hands that held your hips made you rock back and forth on her, her bulge grinding against your clothed cunt. "You're s-sso nice t'me..." She breathed out, pressing her lips to yours in a gentle but hungry kiss. All that effort you put into her makeup, just for it to be ruined within a matter of minutes.
NOTICE FOR PSYCHOTIC PEOPLES LIKE ME AND THE NEW TOMODACHI LIFE: Please please pretty pretty please be careful while playing Living the Dream, esp if you’re currently unmedicated!!!
The game treats the Miis like they’re real people and makes zero mention ever that they are not, and only ever refers to them and their POV as if they are real and you are their caretaker! While playing this honestly messed with my head pretty badly at times and made me worry a lot on if I was hurting real people/not doing enough for real people while I was playing!
I cannot imagine how much worse this would be for someone who’s unmedicated, non-dormant, or experiencing breakthrough symptoms! Do please be careful and PLEASE remember to have a way to reality check yourself while playing the game!!!
Also: If you’re not psychotic, please reblog this anyway!!! It may not seem like a big deal to you but these kinds of things are REALLY important to know for us psychotic folk in a world that is both hostile and negligent to us and our needs!!!
at the library and i know im supposed to be "volunteering" for "college credit" but theres a dude at the other end of the room playing yu-gi-oh on the computer and let me just say. he is not good at it
since this post is getting more notes than i expected i just wanna clarify that it was gay pokemon porn. i dont know enough pokemon to tell you who was bottoming but incineroar was topping
They are called sundown towns and there are a LOT of them in the US.
https://sundown.tougaloo.edu/sundowntowns.php
This website has a clickable map where you can see suspected and confirmed sundown towns by state, as well as information about whether these attitudes are historical or current.
The homepage of Dr. James W. Loewen, author of Lies My Teacher Told Me, Lies Across America, and Sundown Towns.
My obligatory addition to this every time it crosses my dash, because I know the link is definitely missing ones in my own (northern) state and there are some in this thread not on the above link either - thread by LeVar Burton with a LOT of replies from people naming the sundown towns near them:
As someone that lives in Beaumont right next to Vidor DO NOT STOP HERE EITHER!!! Or literally ANY of the surrounding cities. You have a better chance in New Orleans and Lafayette than here. 
Reblogging to save a life, please try to make people aware of this as this place is actually disgusting and people have gotten hurt here. Please, I’m not looking for interactions for popularity, I’m looking for people to spread this and keep others safe. 🪽
After a frustrating conversation with my parents, it is worth mentioning that sundown towns can be cities, counties, anything. They can be diverse. And they don’t just harm and kill black people, they harm and kill any people of color.
I've been wanting an excuse to talk about him, okay so I kinda change between Transmasc or Transfem for him but I write for Transfem Toby the most so I'll dive into that first...
So she's a transfem lesbian and he's nonbinary, I'd say he prefers going by she/he but usually says any. He actively working to being a girl but she doesn't really care how people perceive her. He calls himself a butch and takes that extremely seriously, lowkey I see him being highkey man hating, partially bc of his past. She has guy friends but they're on thin ice tbh
But in terms of Transmasc Toby. Oh my god I could talk about Transmasc Toby all. Fucking day. Lesbian as fuck bro he goes by he/they, he's non binary again, he says his gender is just lesbian which is real. He's on T and he wears a binder (his cup size is a B cup if anyone was wondering...) and honestly this is a random headcanon of mine but he has pcos 😭, he has little chin whiskers and a small mustache but not much grows past that. He is a soft butch, and he takes it EXTREMELY seriously. He does everything for his femme like genuinely, he worships the ground she walks on.
Shout out to @/fernsandthesun they gave me a lot of the ideas for transfem Toby :3
| Nina (the killer) Hopkins x Fem! Reader x Kate (The chaser) Milens
Warnings: dom! Nina, dom! Kate, sub! reader, dub con, religious themes, corruption, innocence, praise, degradation, marking, strap sucking, kate is called daddy, oral, hair pulling, shyness, dacryphilia, overstimulation, reassurance.
| Nina is your roommate and closest friend, with you being a sweet religious woman and Nina being her bold self. When she asks you to meet her friend Kate, you expect it to be innocent—it’s not.
You were Nina's perfect roommate--unsuspecting, sweet, supportive, and always on your knees in worship of a god neither Nina or Kate believed in. They deserved no salvation, especially not in your room full of icons of Saint Agatha, crosses, and angelic bedding that only the purest girl deserved.
Y/n, you adored Nina. You two were total opposites, but she was your closest friend. So, when she hops around your room, telling you she wanted you to meet her 'friend', you didn't think anything of it. Nothing could've gone wrong, right? You trusted her with your life.
Stepping out in a white nightgown, wooden orthodox cross hanging between the sternum erotically, the two women sit next to eachother in the living room. Touching, warm, quiet. You bow your head in respect, sitting down infront of both of them while Nina drawls loudly. "Hey Babe! This is Kate...she's quiet but, im sure she'll love ya."
The moment you locked eyes with Kate a shudder of something borderline demonic went down your spine. The dark haired woman had a look of concrete. There was something predatory about the two of them tonight, but hey, you were a woman of god; you weren't allowed to think bad of others without getting to know them!
So how did it end up like this? You, drinking for the first time, Nina's hands pushing the shot into your mouth? You, Y/N, a girl who goes to church every Friday and Sunday, letting saints watch you claw at floral sheets?
You didn't even realize it, but you were led into your own room, pushed on your knees and made to beg for something other than the fantasy both of them hate so much-Kate with her legs spread wide on the bed, and Nina standing behind your sunk body.
Nina's hand tangled in your hair. She pulled your head up just enough for you to make eye contact with her, before moving to pet you. "Say it. Tell Kate how much you need her."
You hiccup, a flush filling your cheeks. Nina traces a cross into your already mush scalp, and you couldn't help but stammer out so sweetly: "D-Daddy...need you...please."
You're pushed forward by Nina, Kate slowly unzipping her jeans so the strap she was wearing underneath springs out. You let out a whimper, confused and intimidated, but Nina rubs it against your lips. "Gonna take daddy's dick, yeah? Don't look so scared, you asked for it."
You look up at Nina with big bleary eyes, before parting your lips to take in the tip. Kate, so so meanly, pushes your head down completely with a gloved hand causing a gag to elict from your throat.
"That's it," Kate mutters, voice rough from misuse, "doin' great for me. Such a good girl."
Nina scoffs, pulling your head off of the strap and manhandling you so you're tummy down on the bed. You squeak, burying your face in your pillow. "Great? Bitch can't do nothing but think with her cunt." Nina hisses, pulling you out of the pillow and practically ripping cotton panties off. "It's embarrassing Y/N. Look at all these saints around you-what would Father Mikhail think of you?"
Tears fill your eyes as Nina spits in your mouth. She was being so mean, wasn't she your friend? Kate shushes you, pushing your legs up to your chest while Nina restrains your arms. A rough gloved thumb rubs against sensitive clit gently, and you immediately arch away from the touch.
Nina's dirty whispers almost make you forget that Kate's cock is rubbing against your sweet cunt. The moment she pushes in, you cry out: "No...wait i-it's too big please--" but Nina's fingers are shoved in your mouth, shortly replaced with her tongue once Kate actually thrusts.
Tears roll down your cheeks from pain and the shame of god watching you be so nasty, but then your eyes roll back, and Kate groans with a soft bite to your thigh. "Fuck...so pretty, such a sweet girl. I know it hurts, it's gonna feel good soon, angel. Gon' tell god how good you feel?"
You shake your head, body shaking and shivering under her. She pushes deep inside you, a weak whine leaving your mouth. "F-Father, p-please forgive me...too much, i can't.."
Kate just lets out a blissful sigh at your delirious state, burying her face into your neck. "I know, I know. It's too much, huh? It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay."
Why did you want to believe her? With your tongue deep inside Nina, your overstimulated cunt clenching around Kate, with markings of possession left by the two so deeply you would feel them for weeks, why did you beg the lord to let this go on for eons?
And at night, your eyes half closed with Nina's thumb rubbing your cheek, and Kate's lips against the top of your head, you dreamt about you kneeling.
Not for god anymore. For them.
sorry for the super long wait <3 I got so busy with school. i’m very happy to write again! send requests!!
PLEASE I BEG!! Anything of liu would be amazing! If you have the time to get to this thank you and have a good day/night! <3
Ask and you shall recieve :3
Tw: None
Wc: about 450
This is just pure fluff, Gn plus size reader
Difficult wakings
Getting used to the quite vampiric lifestyle at first was a bit hard. Reversing your entire balance of life, it was tiring and difficult, on some points you messed up so bad that you went back to normal. Even though you were nocturnal mostly because you couldnt sleep, it was more difficult, but still easier than expected –especially when a certain someone ushers you to sleep or wake up at the "right time"–.
The last rays of sunshine shone through the curtains and blinds. Liu has always woken up before you, just to see you resting, just to see your face all soft and pudgy, when it isnt full of strictness and tensing from stress of a hard run. At those times he wishes just to squeeze you until you pop, to bite and bite until he has consumed you and could never leave him. The other end of his cuteness agression is wanting to burrow himself into you mass, he doesnt care how much is fat, or how much is muscle, he wants to burrow in you and stay there forever.(sexual innuendo not intended)
It's those time, but this time, you woke up first. He way under your shirt, an arm was thrown over your middle –your mass almost dwarfing his arm–, his face burrowed into your chest. You could only see tufts of his dark brown hair peeking from your collar. 'What a shame' you sigh emptyly, no real negativity behind it. You rolled your shirt up just to see, things like this or being naked around eachother was never a problem neither with you or Liu, it was only sexual when one of you made it.
It was rare to see him so at peace. His face was all smushed against you, his face mostly free of tense lines, his scars like a state map on his face. Your fingers moved before your mind did, tracing his scars in feather-light strokes, there was something so beautiful about the scars, even if they are reminders of what he went through, maybe that's the beauty in them, maybe how it frames his face perfectly, or maybe how he'd be so strakly different without them –saw that once when you covered them up heavily for a mission–.
Liu stirred once, his eyelashes fluttering. You pull your hand away, not wanting to 'ruin' the moment of seeing him awake. That's when your phone started ringing with the alarm to wake up, you scrambled to turn it off, but his hand was faster. "Slept well, My heart?" His voice is rough and drawly from sleep, his oh-so green eyes barely open, but already on your face.
"Wanted to see me asleep a bit longer, hm?" He asks when you barely answer. You only give a huff, which he chuckles at, pressing a kiss to your sternum. "What if I do? It's so rare to see you so peaceful" You take his face into your hands, caressing his cheeks lovingly. He melts into your hands, almost falling back asleep before he shakes himself back up. He kisses your hand before he says: "Time to get ready" "Five more minutes?" You plead, you know he wont say no when he melts back into your embrace.
summary: choso's developed a dirty little habit in the wake of his first sexual experience, and it's driving you fucking insane.
warnings: 18+, MDNI, choso's inexperienced, fem!reader, groping, choso sends nudes, reader wants that cookie so fucking bad, handjobs, whiny!choso as per usual here
a/n: art by @/thatsallitchief. part one is not necessary to read, but it is linked here
You may have unintentionally created a monster.
In your defense! You didn’t expect that letting your boyfriend see your tits would spiral into this, but the universe really likes to complicate things.
Choso, your sweet, loving Choso, keeps sending you dick pics. Every time he’s gotten hard since jerking off to you, he’s sent you a picture of it. Sometimes, it’ll be him sprawled out haphazardly on the bed with an obvious tent in his light-colored sweats. Sometimes, it’s him hiding in the bathroom at the gym, compression shirt between his teeth, sweaty abs on display as his fingers circle the base of his cock. He’ll send shit like that with captions like “thought of you again :(“ or “when are you gonna be home, baby? i miss you </3”
As if that’s not enough, he sends videos, too. Some of them have dodgy lighting, but he must have taken an online course in camera angles because he never disappoints.
In fact, he just sent you one now. You’re still at work–you had a few things to wrap up before you could leave–so you duck away into a bathroom stall and pop in some earbuds to watch.
The video starts simply enough. He’s on his back, long legs spread wide, as he tugs down his boxers. His cock bobs up into view once the waistband is down around Choso’s knees. You can hear the wet plap of it slapping his defined abs, even over the shuffling of his clothes.
He starts by placing his palm over his shaft and grinding his hips up in slow little rolls. It proves to not be enough for him, and he starts pumping himself in earnest a few moments later.
“Baby…fuck,” he whines. Every whimper that slipped out of his mouth during the recording process was captured in crystal clarity by his phone’s microphone. “Miss you so bad. Been waiting for you. Come home soon…”
So…watching that at work wasn’t a good idea. You’re pretty sure your brain stalled out because you’re stuck sitting in that fucking bathroom for at least five minutes after the video ends. You don’t even watch it again. You can’t.
You get another picture from him after you’ve finally come down from ascending to the astral plane. He’s got his face buried into the sweatshirt you’ve been sleeping in for the past two nights, biceps flexed as he hugs it close to him.
I miss you. How much longer are you going to be gone? I want to hold you.
Yeah, you’re pretty sure you violated multiple traffic laws on your way home, but there’s nothing that’s going to keep you away from the gorgeous man you’ve got waiting on your bed.
Once you park your car, you’re basically on a mad dash to your bedroom. As soon as the front door slammed open and shut, Choso had gotten up and shuffled out to the hallway. He starts to say something, but you turn the corner and barrel into him like a steam engine.
He grunts and slings his arms around your waist, but you’re pushing at him to get him back in the bedroom.
“Bed, Cho.”
The order is simple but effective, and you’ve got him on his back and spread out under you sooner than you could’ve hoped for. Your hands roam over his pale skin greedily, drinking in every shiver and tense muscle with a desperate fervor. Choso, for his part, is flushed and panting under you already. You’ve never touched him with such voracity before, and it’s both flattering and embarrassing all at once.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like to have that shit sent to you? Fuck, honey. You’re unreal.”
You’ve prided yourself on your self-control in your relationship with Choso. Of course, there have been moments where you’ve wanted to jump him, but the feeling you’re feeling right now is more visceral. You need to touch him.
You slowly slide down his body, hands dragging down his chest and groping at his sides before settling on his strong thighs. Choso lets out a quiet gasp when your fingers brush juuust a bit too close to his already-leaky cock.
“You’re so…god, Cho. A little bit of touching, and you’re this hard again? You just came, like…fifteen minutes ago, didn’t you?”
Choso bites his lip and then shakes his head sheepishly.
“Uh, no. I didn’t.” Your confusion must show through on your face because Choso clarifies quickly. “It doesn’t feel right to cum without you around, so I…try not to.”
“You…what?”
The concept of the man under you purposely edging himself for almost two weeks, just because he doesn’t want to do it without you is enough to make your brain break and your pussy throb.
“That’s just…” you stare down at him incredulously before shaking your head. “Do you want to cum?”
Choso nods quickly. “Yes. Please, fuck. I want to so bad–” He reaches toward his crotch, but you’re quick to intercept his hand. Like hell you’re letting him get himself off right now.
“Let me.”
Choso’s big, dark eyes blink up at you once, twice, and then he nods. “Okay.”
There’s a moment where everything feels like it’s too much. Too heavy, too quiet, too close. Even your horny brain is cognizant of the fact of how much the man under you trusts you. It really only serves to turn you on even more.
“Fuck. Okay. Just relax,” you murmur. You don’t know if you’re talking to yourself or to him at this point, but you feel like a virgin about to give her first handjob again. Choso has no metric other than his own hand to compare to, but you still want it to be good for him.
But, honestly, with the way he’s already trying to buck up into your touch, you can’t imagine anything would feel bad for him at his point.
Slowly, your fingers scoop up some of the pre that’s oozing out of his tip and smear it down his shaft. Choso lets out a guttural, full-chested groan and squirms under your hand.
“Ohhh god, your hands are so soft. S’much softer than mine,” he mumbles. “Don’t stop. Want more of you.”
The thought of stopping right now is like a sick joke. Your hand circles around him, fingertips running over the twitchy veins running along his length experimentally. Choso’s entire body tenses and then jerks, and he lets out a broken noise. The gentle touch is overstimulating and yet not enough for him at all.
“Hnngh…don’t tease me. Please. Can’t take it–”
Your hand starts gliding up and down his slick cock, squeezing at the base and twisting at his tip. You watch on in fascination as his tip slowly turns more and more red each time it peaks out of the channel created by your fingers. It’s almost mesmerizing, watching your hand glide over the slick, silky skin.
Choso’s already close, but the moment your left hand finds his balls, he cums immediately. You barely get the chance to actually play with them before his cock is twitching in your hand. His cum spurts into little puddles in the divots of his abs. You absently wonder how he stayed so silent, only to find him biting down on the collar of his shirt.
“Cho,” you murmur. His stomach clenches as your thumb smears a drop of his cum over his skin.
“Y-yeah?” he asks raggedly. He’s panting like he ran a marathon.
“Wanna learn how to touch me, next?”
“Fuck, please, yes. When? Now? I wanna touch you so fucking bad.”
When you look down and see the sheer need in his eyes, you decide that maybe a bit more indulgence wouldn’t hurt. You always were bad at resisting him.
all written content belongs to @planetchoso! do not reupload, translate, or feed my work into ai. i do not own the original characters or the art used above.
kinda wild how trans women get suspended from this website for basically no reason but there's actual fucking nazis on here who really aren't that hard to find at all
after the hungarian guy who inspired this post showed up in my notes, i've gone and looked at his blog at least once a week, because the average post of his is so stupid that it wraps back around to being comical and i like to look at what the nazis are saying and laugh at it
i have also been doing this because i knew there would be an election at some point, and baby, today was that day. because yknow what
VIKTOR ORBAN LOST HEAVY
GET FUCKED
and my favorite court jester neonazi is malding over it right now
finally found that fic from 2009 that just got thrown into some online translating service and then whoever did that attempted to post it on merengő without editing, and it's KILLING meeeee that if i back-translate it word by word i can actually understand what is going on
"running as fast as his legs could take him" got translated as. "böjtként száguldott ahogy a lábai vihetnék őt." BÖJTKÉNT. AS FAST. böjtként...........
"érzés az unalmas fájdalomszakadás rajta keresztül" feeling a boring pain rip through him........... literally just word by word omg this is so bad. boring as in unalmas 😭😭😭😭
