girl who sat next to me at the coffee shop had that Tortured By Computer Work look in her eye so i turned to her and was like Are u doing research? and it turns out she (white) just started working as an indigenous liaison for an ecological wellness surveying company (hired bc she worked with the local nation for a year) so i was like OMG can i share resources with you. and whipped out my 1 million notes and academic papers on ethical Indigenous-settler relations/research and Indigenous perspectives on ecological restoration. she was like omg are u sure this is basically a whole course for free and i wanted to tear my shirt off liek YES!!!! I WANT TO PROMOTE LOW BARRIER EDUCATION TO ADVANCE DECOLONIZATION AND RECONCILIATION!!!!!!!!!!! STEP IN2 MY GOOGLE DOC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
here's a googoodrive folder containing learnings on Experiential Learning in Ecological Restoration annnddd Research Practice in Indigenous Contexts. each course folder contains a "![Course number] Notes" document as well as PDFs of all the text-based readings that the notes draw from :-)
i plan 2 make accessible the learnings from my other classes too but i think ill only have time to do all that anonymizing & reformatting once i graduate in a few months lol
i've been using computers since 2009 i know how computers work you people need to stop assuming people know nothing about computers. yes i know you can change icons. i just made this post because i wanted to make a silly post about my puter. so many of you people would be the least fun person at parties because of how you go "omgf youre so stupid wait until you learn about (thing)" like politely. shut the fuck up and start being nicer to strangers on the internet
have some fucking joy and whimsy and instead say "its so awesome people are learning about this"
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
the reason that wounds that break the skin hurt is because its always supposed to be dark inside your body and when your blood sees sunlight for the first time it gets scared. and that causes the pain. or maybe it doesnt
the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form
A thick, scratchy rope is tied to your left wrist, pulling your arm up and behind you where it is connected to the post of your bedframe. The same rope is tied to your right wrist, in the exact same position. The material rubs your skin raw from how much pulling you have done against the restraints, and yet you still have gone nowhere.
Your legs are bent at the knee, another piece of rope wrapped around the crease of your thigh and your ankle, making sure you can't go anywhere even if you try. Your other leg is tied the exact same, and Simon is resting between you, pushing them further and further apart to accommodate his body.
Your nipples ache from stimulation, peaked from the constant rubbing of fingers, or sucking pleasurably, and painfully hard at the same time. Swollen and pulsing, your clit begs for attention, the same attention he has been giving and taking away over and over again.
The big man hovers above you, his lips pulled up in a cocky grin as he watches you squirm beneath him from the feeling of his blade pressed against your throat. The fear only turns into desire, turns into slick coating your folds, turns into the want for him to do anything and everything that your sick and twisted heart desires.
“What is it baby,” he asks, tilting his head to the side as he moves the tip of his knife to where he can see your heartbeat flutter underneath the thin, sensitive skin.
Your breath hitches in your throat. You are so vulnerable, completely at his mercy, and the thought alone can have you cumming, but he will punish you if you do. He has before by edging you for far too long, bringing you right to the brink but immediately letting it fade away.
Lost in thought of the pleasurable torture he's given you before, you're brought out of it with a slap to your cheek. Your skin stings, but it wasn't hard enough to truly hurt, just enough for your pussy to clench and for more slick to leak out of you.
"Answer. Me."
He knows you can't answer. Your soaked panties are shoved into your mouth, muffling every sound you make, rendering it impossible to give him what he wants. Breathing through your nose, your chest rises and falls rapidly as you struggle against the fabric to say something, anything, but you know it’s no use. Simon doesn't like being ignored, even if it's by his own doing.
He watches you squirm. Your arms burn from the uncomfortable position, your back stretched to the max, and your ankles press against the rope unintentionally where it rubs the skin raw. And yet, the only thing you can think about is him fucking you until you can’t breathe.
"You're not being a very good girl, are you?"
He says nothing more. He slides the knife down from your neck and to your chest where he slices the skin just above your breast. You jerk against the rope from the sting, but looking down, it’s nothing more than a scratch. Simon is feral, truly feral as he watches the blood drip from your skin and onto your nipple.
His lips find the sensitive bud, and his tongue swirls around it. Your hips buck from underneath him, trying to find more friction while he licks, sucks, pulls against your nipple. His tongue stays pressed against your skin while he makes his way up to the cut, and when he sucks, you writhe. He keeps going, licking up your neck, along your jaw, up your chin and to your mouth before he devours you.
You moan against him, tasting the metallic liquid, tasing the salty-sweet of your skin where sweat begins to bead. He bites against your bottom lip, drawing even more blood, and when it floods his mouth, he can’t help but groan. Pulling away, he gazes at his masterpiece: your chest and face covered in blood that’s been diluted with his saliva.
“So pretty… you’re so pretty for me,” he coos, running his knuckles along your cheekbone, letting his thumb gather spit and blood on your jaw before bringing it up to your lips.
He wipes it against the swollen, soft skin, smearing it across your mouth, letting it soak into your panties sitting between your teeth. You gaze up at him as you struggle to catch your breath, to break free of your restraints, and yet, there is no other place you would rather be than at his mercy.
Simon shifts in between your legs, his knees digging into the mattress underneath you, positioning himself until the head of his cock is nudging against your entrance. He slides through your folds with a few strokes, gathering your slick on his length, rubbing against your clit until your hips buck and his eyes meet yours as they burn with the need to punish you for being greedy.
Without saying a word, his palm strikes your cheek, and he buries himself inside of your pussy at the same time. The sting on your skin mixed with the fullness he offers leaves your body feeling torn between pain and pleasure, unable to choose between the two until your focus catches on his thrusts.
"Beg for me," he growls, thrusting in painfully slowly, moving his hands to your hips where his fingers dig into your skin hard enough to leave bruises.
You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks until they wet the panties in your mouth and blood floods your tongue once more. He pounds into you again, one deep, hard thrust, enough to leave you crying out behind the fabric muffling your sounds. His hand snakes around your back, his fingers kissing your spine with a delicious spark until they tangle in your hair, and he yanks hard.
Pain shoots through your scalp from where he holds you without pity, and he keeps you there, waiting for something he won't get. Your neck is shown to him, soft, smooth skin where your pulse beats frantically underneath, and you're in his grasp. His mouth latches on your breast, your nipple peaking within the bite of his teeth, and you writhe from the painful pleasure he delivers.
"You're divine," he says breathlessly, his cock twitching in the deepest parts of you, his lust thickening around you with every last breath of warm air against your skin.
His thrusts resume, slow and steady, filling you up and taking it away all in one fluid movement. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, molding your pussy to him, leaving his imprint there to ruin you for anyone else. Soft cries fall from your lips, barely audible, but it cracks his control, nonetheless.
Pleasure rushes through you when he angles his hips to hit your sweet spot, the precision and pressure something he has learned from your sounds, from your body language, from years of making love to you and having you at his mercy at the same time. Your legs beg to close around his body, your inner things burning against his skin, your chest heaving with need the longer he drags it out.
"So helpless, and yet so demanding," he laughs softly, voice low and rough around the edges, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him as your body begs for more consuming every last fiber of his being.
He growls animalistically, his need and desire to pleasure you outweighing everything else, and when his nails dig into your soft skin, he doesn't hold back. He thrusts hard and fast, punishing your walls, bullying your cervix, abusing your sweet spot, anything to push you over that beautiful edge he has had you sitting on for who knows how long.
You squirm against the ropes, the sharp burn from the material digging into your plush body, into your wrists, into your ankles, into your thighs where your legs meet your hips. His hand tightens in your hair, unable to let go from his grasp as he drills into you. His tip kisses your insides in the best way possible as whimpers and whines beg to be free from behind your panties stuffed in your mouth, and you know it makes him want it even more.
"You're all mine," he repeats over and over as he continues to fuck into you as if he has no respect for a single bone in your body.
He grunts loud, the sound vibrating throughout your body from where his chest has begun to lean against yours, and it drives you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. One of his hands finds your clit with ease, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves against his calloused fingers, and your hips roll against him to find more of that consuming pleasure.
You remain tied beneath him as he drives you to your high, his cock pounding in and out of your poor pussy the more his body begs for your release. His tip leaks precum with every twitch, his length begs to be wrapped up in your walls, his body worships your own in the rawest form.
Heat pools in your lower belly, the need to release feeling unbearable, ready to snap at any given moment like a spring coiled tight. He fucks you rough and quick, not bothering to be careful of your immobilized body, not bothering to give you the chance to moan out for him. All he wants is to watch your body fall under his.
"Cum for me. Cum on my dick like a good girl," he says, his words bordering on begging, and you know he is as close as you are.
You grind against his fingers, letting him work your clit with proficiency, and that mixed with the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, his fingers tangled so painfully good in your hair, and the warm air hitting your nipples with each movement has your climax rushing through you.
Your body becomes rigid, your muscles drawing taut, and your nails dig into your palms while he continues to fuck you through it. Cum gushes from your entrance, soaking his length, leaving behind white rings of cream as proof of your pleasure. He groans from the sight, watching your pussy swallow him whole, watching you take every last inch of him with no effort from how wet you are for him.
"That's it. You feel so good… gonna fill you up now baby," he growls, unable to tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected.
You can feel his cock twitches inside you, the need for him to release right after you, and your pussy clamps and pulses around his length from the remnants of a strong orgasm. The feeling alone is enough to have him cumming.
With a guttural and a few more thrusts, Simon is burying himself to the hilt inside of you and releasing his seed. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out from his tip with each pulse, coating your walls in everything he has to give. When there's no more room, it leaks out around him. He pulls out slowly, groaning from your raw walls on his sensitive tip, and his fingers cum down to gather up his cum and push it back inside of you. You whimper, and his gaze falls on yours.
"I know baby, I know."
Your body is beyond exhausted, broken past its limits, and although you would do it all over again, there is nothing more you want than to curl up against the same man who gives you the pleasurable pain your body asks for.
He quickly unties the ropes, and your body slumps against the mattress, but he picks you up bridal style and walks you to the bathroom where he begins a warm bath and adds episome salt to soothe your sore muscles. He sets you in, sliding in behind you, and washes away all the bodily fluids from your soft skin before massaging every last muscle you have. After he's done, he puts ointment on your cut and leaves you sitting on the counter while he changes the sheets before bringing you into bed and whispering sweet nothings until your breathing evens and your heartbeat slows.
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Gotta tell you guys something wild in the Chinese fan sphere
So some fanartist drew a “sexy” (read: booby) version of a (cartoon) character who is traditionally very non-sexualised. Fans of the character got mad about it because it’s kind of groundbreaking how that character is written and portrayed and this art totally ignores the entire point of the character. They demanded the art be deleted. In response to that other people said, well what the fanartist did may be distateful but they have every right to draw what they’re into. The two sides fight for days and each starts a harassment campaign and even report their “opponents’” accounts.
So far so typical. But things eventually come to a head and they decide that this will be settled by votes - not through a poll. Through donations to a children’s education charity via each side’s portal. Whoever can get the highest amount of donation wins.
And that is how this charity received over 1 million in donations in three days lol. Oh btw the “freedom of expression” side won by a landslide (960k to 40k)
personally I am of the opinion that vegans who are like “the way our food system currently works under capitalism on a large scale is exceptionally cruel to all animals including humans and is not sustainable, so I’m doing what I can to make the most ethical choices available to me about what I eat and encourage others to do the same” are generally very reasonable people who I agree with in spades. but vegans who seem to think human beings are not themselves animals who are ultimately also part of the food chain but instead some kind of other paternalistic higher entity that can never engage in ethical and sustainable hunting practices (and especially the fringe I’ve seen who think other carnivorous animal predators are also evil and need to be eliminated) are people I regard as foolish at best if not actively anti-indigenous and racist
”with shapes.inc you can talk to your ocs!!” Dumbass. I’m already talking to them. In my head. “B-bbut what about your favourite charac-“ skill issue. In my head as well. get fucked.
Something bad has been happening to me lately. I keep saying “oh a puppy” when i see something i find cute. I was on a walk on the cliffs and I saw a slug and said it because i thought I was alone, but then an old lady on her walk teleported behind me and said “Im afraid not…”
unlearn shame. then with all the new space in your brain you can learn something cool. like you can learn how to read braille. or you can learn how to make chocolate mousse. you can do anything really
