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dear-usamericans · 2 years
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I'm neither USAmerican or Aussie, but yeah I found this Australian post talking about the former. Thought you might be interested
(note by mod: i saw the title and instantly went true, might reblog this with a 'dear usamericans' style letter
also read this entire article, it's good)
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fixing-bad-posts · 3 months
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Please please please please PLEASE do one of the mean definitions of gender on urban dictionary. There’s some good gems but the rest need you to fix them.
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have i pleased you, anon? 😉
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nuzipilled · 1 month
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So imagine if Murder Drones show affection like big cats where they would lay down and when their partner approaches they grab and pull them into a tight embrace on the ground.
(They usually do this to show relief when one of them had been missing for a long time.)
a little unrelated to the original concept, but on the subject of big cats, this ask and someone suggesting n pouncing on uzi like a calvin and hobbes panel to show affection on twitter inspired me enough to doodle smth for it
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drawing-prompt-s · 7 months
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Draw blood, but in a non edgy way
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onmyyan · 1 year
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You know those silly porn plots where the person gets stuck in something and then gets boinked to all heaven. I'm just thinking about Ashley finding a poor darling stuck in between a broken fence while helping out around the farm and can't help himself. I mean yeah sure, you might not get a hand right away but you'll get something better.
I mean darling was going to be sore after helping around anyways. Right? Right.
-🎂
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The way I have two similar requests like this for Ashley y'all so nasty I love it TW FOR YANDERE DUBCON Feedback is welcome and appreciated NOT EDITED
"Ash? Is that you?" He hears your sweet voice call out to him from the barn, he takes wide heavy steps to get to you faster, not liking how uneasy you sounded, it was another hot summer day out on the farm and you'd insisted on helping him out with his chores so he could be done sooner, acts of kindness like that are part of the reason Ashley fell for you in the first place, as of right now he was just your good friend and neighbor, but he so desperately needed more from you, he years to cross that line and push your relationship where it's meant to be, he was a good, honest man, he helped everyone he came across and he just wanted you, the universe seems to agree, blessing him with quite the sight this fateful afternoon.
You've somehow managed to wedge your plump body between the pen of one of his more rowdy sheep, Betty.
He watches you hungrily, blue eyes trained on your perfect ass, his hands balled into fists as he watches it jiggle, wiggling back and forth as you tried to squirm out of your predicament, your tank top had been caught on a nail when you'd gotten stuck chasing Betty out of harm's way, the dirtied white shirt lay in scraps around your waist as your bare, soft looking back arched in a way that had all his blood rush south, his dick stirring in his jeans as he coughed, alerting you to his presence.
"You alright there sweatpea?" He asks, shamelessly eyeing the curves of your body, the way your thick thighs pressed together as you fruitlessly struggled, you laughed, he could tell you were embarrassed, "Oh thank God Ash! Betty gave me the runaround and I managed to get stuck in here, can you help me?" You giggle at your own clumsiness but Ash doesn't have it in him to laugh, his brain wracked with images of you, none of them platonic, he doesn't respond for a second, unable to speak as he furrowed his brow, his cock straining painfully against the front of his jeans.
He's trembling in place as his pent up desire and longing for you came to a head, he couldn't get his mind off the lewd scenarios playing behind his eyes, he swallows thickly, sweat beading down his brow as he begins to pant.
"You hurt?" He manages to ask, stepping close enough where you could feel the fabric of his pants, his large frame hovering above you, "No, I'm okay, just completely embarrassed." You laugh it off breath hitching when you hear him drop to his knees behind you, you can hear his breath pick up a bit, his voice heavy with something dark, something that had your thighs clenched together.
"Thats good.." he trails off, "Real good." He swallowed audibly before placing his hot, big hands on the meat of your round hips, squeezing the flesh experimentally, "I'ma get you outta' here just hold steady..." he trails off as if in a trance, his hands pawing at your short clad hips, as if he was trying to find the best angle. "That's it, be still f'me." He grunts out softly before tugging you backwards by your hips, his eyes roll back at the sweet, surprised mewl that leaves you, "Woah- hold on-" you say beyond flustered as you felt his intimate hold, your hands gripping at the stray pieces of hay on the inside of the pen, he was just trying to help, but the way he felt against you, the tremble in his voice, how electricity ran up your body from where his hands firmly gripped you, it had your face burning hot and your breath quickening.
"Gotta try and pull you out suga'." He says, his tongue poking out in concentration, he repeats his actions, pulling your thinly clothed core directly on his aching cock, this time he gives a slight grind, huffing at the whimpers it draws from you. "You really got yourself in a jam there didn't ya' sweetie?" He says sounding more flustered than you,
"Uh-um Ashley? What are you doing?" You manage to utter out through your fluster, your voice having a slight whine as you felt him grind his massive hard on into you, your brain was still trying to rationalize his actions, surly the modern cowboy wasn't taking this chance to rut against you like an animal in heat.
You felt him nip at your exposed back playfully, he leaned as close as he could, tugging you back faster, humping against your ass like a teenager who couldn't contain themselves, "Little minx," he growls against your skin, abandoning any pretense of helping you, "if you wanted to drive me wild you didn't have to go so far as to get your pretty," he rolls his hips with a grunt, "-tempting, little body so nice and stuck f'me." He chuckles darkly as you buck and mewl against him, the friction absolutely delicious as he grinded against you, panting and sweaty, his cock begins to leak pre against his jeans as he huffs and grunts like a wild animal.
"I di-didn't! I swear!" You tried to defend yourself but it fell on flat ears as he only pulled you into him harder, the seam on your jean shorts dug into your clit with everyone thrust.
He stops his motion, you open your mouth, confusion on your face when he's suddenly hooks his fingers around the band and yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one quick move, he wastes no time burying his face in your slick folds, moaning obscenely as he finally gets to taste you, he inhales deeply shuddering at your delectable scent, god how he'd dreamed of this exact moment, you taste better than he'd ever imagined, he shakes his head shoving his large tongue as deep inside your twitching hole as he could, his big hands spread your ass cheeks apart, giving him more room to feast, he moans into your trembling pussy, lapping at your honeyed essence like a man starved, your cries of surprise and pleasure had him rutting against nothing, desperate for some relief for his aching cock.
"Fuck!- oh shit Ashley wait- hold on-" he ignores your pleas, almost feral for the nectar gushing down his throat, he didn't stop until you were dripping down his chin, moaning almost as loud as you as he pulls away with a pop, you can't see his face but he looks positively debauched, his tan skin red and drenched in your sweet cum, his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, his pupils blown wide with lust, only a thin ring of blue left as he drank in the sight of your still twitching pussy.
"There we go, good girl." He praises kissing up your thighs and back, you heard the telltale sound of a belt buckle being undone as he moves with certainty. "Keep still for me now." He says under his breath, slicking up his fat cock with spit, he gives no warning before pushing the weeping head past the tight ring of your entrance, the growl that leaves him is drowned out by your loud cry, he was spreading you so much and it was just the tip! You fisted the hay before you, whining as he grabs your hips again, "Ease up now- there we go, relax baby, it'll fit." The words do the opposite of reassure you as he presses forward, pulling you back onto him with a lewd squelch, he moans loudly as you sink down to his balls, his abdomen tightens, clenching at the molten heat from your cunt, the way you wrapped around him , how your body seemed to shape around his massive girth, he gave a choppy breath, groaning as he began to pound into you, the force of his thrusts shaking the pen so hard you feared it would break.
He was like a man possessed, growling and biting at any skin he could, his balls slapped against your gushing pussy with every one of his brutal thrusts, "Take this dick, take this fuckin' dick sweet thing" he grunts against your skin, his pace now so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs, you weep against the barns dirty floor as he sends you hurdling off the cliff straight into the abyss, your eyes clam shut as you're forced to take every inch of him, you feel him pulsing inside you as he breathes raggedly, "Fuck- oh fuck that's it baby, cum on this dick." He spews the filth as he moves a hand from your hip to rub fast little circles on your swollen clit, you come all over his cock, squirting around him so hard it drenches his blue jeans dark, with a deep growl of your name he reaches his own high, shooting hot load after load into your womb, his whine makes you clench around him, the sounds of your hard panting echo throughout the barn. With a simple move Ashley moves the pen and gently pulls you from your position, finally freeing you, he held your back to his still heaving chest, holding your fucked out form close to him, with a happy sigh he leans against the wall of the barn, your barley conscious form curls into his warm chest, he tilts his hat over his eyes and holds you close, allowing himself a moment of rest before he fucked you good and proper.
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dear-usamericans · 2 years
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[ID: a screenshot of a tweet from twitter. it's a reply to another tweet that says “30k likes for “Frida Kahlo was white”. one brain cell between them all”. the reply reads “this and the anne frank had white privilege just shows usamericans shouldn't speak of race when it comes to stories outside the usa”. End ID.]
(note by mod: sorry, i looked up frida kahlo and whomst the fuck said
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[ID: a photo frida kahlo. she is a mexican woman. End ID.]
this person is white?
also, as a german, don't even get me started on the anne frank is white bullshit.)
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incorrectjjkquotes · 4 months
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Gojo: Shoko, can you tell Suguru I'm mad at him and I'm not talking to him? Geto, right next to him: Shoko, can you tell Satoru I'm mad at him and I'm not talking to him? Shoko: I'm mad at you and I'm not talking to you. Gojo: No, I meant— Geto: She knows what you meant, Satoru. Gojo: Ha! You said something to me first!
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fixing-bad-posts · 5 months
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transwomen are women a woman is a woman
Submitted by Anonymous
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Hi!!
Could you find Sterek fics where Derek is multilingual or know Polish language?
Hola Anon! Si, tengo mucho.
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Five Times Derek Failed To Tell Stiles How He Feels (+1 Time Stiles Knew Anyway) by WhoNatural
(1/1 I 3,338 I Teen)
Stiles grins, impish and proud, and scrabbles at another piece of his notebook. Derek is determined to ignore it - he really is, but Stiles’ legs are longer than they might seem and his reach includes the front leg of Derek’s chair.
He sighs, put-upon, and unfolds the note,
Wanna go steady w/ me? Y[ ] or Y[ ]
you know you're on my mind by bibliosexual
(9/9 I 16,371 I Teen)
If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.
I'm a War of Head Versus Heart by NieR
(5/5 I 23,091 I Explicit)
Being FWB with Derek Hale is great. Awesome, even.
But somehow, somewhere along the way, Stiles thinks he might have fallen in love.
And, well, shit.
Two Minutes for Holding by captaintinymite (augopher)
(18/18 I 121,498 I Explicit)
There were three things college hockey players Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski knew for certain. 1) Their lives revolved around hockey, 2) They were madly in love, and 3) Derek was so far in the closet he might never find his way out.
They'd been together for two years now, and for two years they'd been a secret with only a few people knowing about them. Yet Derek's fear kept them from moving forward: fear of his family's rejection, fear of his sexuality tanking his father's career, fear of the rampant homophobia in professional sports. The ruse was growing thin.
Something had to give.
Or: The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life's great hardships.
AND
@barleymowetc suggested this fic.
Put Down in Words by paintedrecs
(31/31 I 203,706 I Mature I Sterek)
“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”
“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.
“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.
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When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.
Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.
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writersmorgue · 8 months
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Anon you are funnier than all of us
Y’all want a single say fuck that
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drawing-prompt-s · 21 days
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Draw a creature you've never drawn before from memory, like a shrimp.
Redraw it again using photo references, trying to make it as accurate as possible.
Draw it one more time from memory, no reference, and compare it to the previous two drawings.
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onmyyan · 28 days
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!!!!!!!!OK IMMA B REAL WITH U!!!!!!! I’m feelin like a sick twisted freak tonite and when I saw requests open I came running like you were the ice cream truck!!!!!!!!!! My request is that I reader wanna purposely make the d boys go mad with jealousy just to see them all b pusher over the edge killin a man in front of me!!!!!!!! Sick and sadistic ik but likeeeeee I needa man to show me he won’t tolerate another man getting in my rear view!!!!!!!! I wanna see yan yan go hard baby!!!!!!!
Marcos trembled in place, panting like a rabid dog, his eyes wide and nearly black from how blown his pupils were, the blood on his hands was warm, sticky and smelling of iron, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened only moments before you entered his warehouse, the man, no, the corpse on the ground was still twitching, his hands clutching at the gaping wound across his throat, the clatter of the knife hitting the ground seemed to snap you out of the trance you'd been in, Marcos smiles a wobbly grin at you, his hands looked like he'd dunked them in a paint bucket, only you knew it was real.
"My darling- my love? What are you doing here?" He asks breathless, stepping cautiously closer, one calculated step at a time.
"y-y-." The words die before they can form, he closes the distance putting his bloody hands on your cheeks, pulling your gaze away from the body. "Breathe my love, just breathe for me." He was so calm, so unfazed it almost made you feel like the situation was under control.
"y-you killed him." The statement was met with a kiss to your now blood covered cheeks, "He tried to take me away from you, he threatened us-it had to happen." He says softly kissing along your jaw, "This is what happens to things that try to keep us apart." He pulls you close, one hand on your head pressing you into his chest. "I'll always protect us."
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lowpolyanimals · 8 months
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Toto from The Wizard of Oz: Beyond the Yellow Brick Road
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dear-usamericans · 2 years
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dear USamericans,
others have said it better than me, but if your knowledge and love for germany basically boils down to WWII, warfare, and weapons, and the only things you can say in german are names of weapons or tanks or what-not (instead of for example 'Ich mag Musik.' (I like music.) or 'Meine Geschwister nerven.' (My siblings are annoying.) or literally anything that is not war-related), then piss off (:
we don't want you, we don't like you, we don't want you anywhere near our actual culture (which is much more poetry, meat, and beer related than anything else i've said so far), you don't know anything about us, our culture, or anything that really makes germany germany, and you are not a "germany enthusiast" or "history enthusiast"
this goes especially if your family went from germany to the US during WWII. you're not ""embracing your heritage/culture"", you're being a massive dick
sincerely,
germans
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elsmstrss · 1 year
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HIIII BABE requesting general hcs of what ellie williams is like as a gf, i feel like she’s such a simp
hi baby!! ellie is down astronomically BAD i just know it
ellie williams headcannon: ellie as your simpy gf
tags: ellie williams x gn!reader , fluff , headcannon , lapslock , ellie is a simp for reader , some suggestive *wink* content , no actual smut tho ! , ellie is so dramatic pls
i feel like ellie would be so clingy towards you. it genuinely confuses everyone in jackson because ellie kind of built this stoic and mysterious image around the town but, whenever she's around you, she noticeably melts.
she's gotten into trouble with maria multiple times for skipping out on her duties to spend time with you.
"yeah maria i don't think i can today, i don't feel too well," ellie would sniffle, coughing dramatically and peeking up at maria to gauge her reaction. maria would just roll her eyes and let it slide because it's actually impressive the lengths ellie will go just to spend time with you.
god forbid ellie is around whenever you're dressed up even just a tiny bit more than the usual old and distressed get-up you tolerate for patrol.
you'd walk into the room, ellie sitting on the bed waiting patiently. the second her eyes land on you, her hand is clutching her chest and she falls back onto the bed dramatically.
"damn baby, it should be a crime to look this good. i dont know if i can handle it anymore."
you just laugh and playfully slap her arm, earning an extremely fond look from ellie before she pulls you in to attack your lips.
jokes aside you still affect ellie badly, even after all this time.
it physically pains her to see you hurt, in any form. she's anxious and jittery whenever your not on her radar.
and whenever you two fuck, it's like the first time all over again. when you strip for her, you'd swear it was the first time she's ever seen you like that. her eyes travel over your body and she's so desperate to touch you, she's completely enamored by you.
you're always on her mind too.
whenever she's out on patrol, she always makes it a point to bring some kind of gift for you. whether it was a pretty flower she saw that reminded her of you, or a book you had mentioned you wanted to read, or even a necklace she knew you would love.
anways, your friends constantly tease you both about it, how ellie is literally at your beck and call, but ellie doesn't even bother to deny the allegations.
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fixing-bad-posts · 8 months
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[Image description: A tumblr blog header/description, edited blackout-poetry style to read, "transwomen are woman stop exclusion".]
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transwomen are woman stop exclusion
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