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mournfulroses · 26 days
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Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "Use," originally published in 1981
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thepersonalquotes · 4 months
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Don't judge people on who they used to be. Allow them to be who they are. See them «now». Not «then».
Tom Hiddleston
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daddystoy696 · 4 months
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Whip first or r4pe first 🤤
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magic-bot · 6 days
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CmarNYC programs are supported again!
You can find them here 👇👇👇👇
*This is just a friendly reminder to those who don't know I found information about this on the s4studio page here
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minbinchan · 1 year
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Aussies in SKZ Museum
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loveindefinitely · 3 months
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cw: discussion of non-con fics and fandom.
sorry to go on about this, but i'm SO annoyed by the lack of education around sa survivors and mental health issues.
yeah, non-con fics usually stem from survivors themselves as well as people who struggle with mental health!! shocking, i know!! how other people cope with their trauma, if it genuinely does not directly harm anyone else, does not concern you.
i was sexually assaulted. and the way i coped with it afterwards is one of my deepest regrets. i was putting myself in dangerous situations, and went through similar experiences again.
i wish that i'd, instead, channelled that through fiction. WORDS. that did not harm myself.
as a fallout of my experience, i read a bit of non-con. (it wasn't my thing, but that's besides the point.) i've known of friends and mutuals who read it, because there is POWER in it.
you can stop reading at any time. your mind can change the outcomes any time. that cannot be said for REAL LIFE SITUATIONS.
it is NOT fair for you to accuse or judge other survivors based on your own opinions on what's 'right' and 'wrong'. it's not fair in the slightest.
do you think you're better, because you use different outlets for your trauma? do you think that allows you to call victims a multitude of names, because your coping mechanisms are better?
i, genuinely, think that writing and reading is one of the only safe places for trauma and exploration. i truly do. if it's not your thing, block.
block tags. block blogs. delete your socials, for gods sake.
but it is never an excuse to attack other people who are doing their best with the shitty situations they've got.
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itszonez · 12 days
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RENEÉ RAPP & KESHA | COACHELLA (2024)
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lulublack90 · 1 month
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Prompt 15 - Use
@jegulus-microfic March 15 Word count 968
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Regulus woke the next morning curled up in James’s arms. He hadn’t slept so well in months. He sighed contentedly and nuzzled his face further into James’s side. James’s arms tightened around him as he blinked blearily down at Regulus as he woke up.
“Morning,” James murmured into Regulus’s hair as he gently kissed him. Regulus grinned dopily back at him. 
“Morning,” 
The bedroom door banged open, and a huge black dog bounded in and launched itself onto the bed, landing heavily on James and Regulus. 
“Sirius! Leave them be!” Remus came into view. “Sorry,” He panted. “He got a bit over-excited.”
“Sirius, I swear to Salazar that if you don’t get off me, I’ll let Pandora loose on your hair. She’ll use you like her new doll. I’m sure I heard her talking about pink and purple colouring.” The dog rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Sirius stood up, looking at his brother in horror, grasping his prized locks in his hands. 
“You wouldn’t dare!” He growled. Regulus sneered at his brother. 
“Watch me. PAN—” He didn’t get to finish yelling for Pandora as Sirius stuck one of his hands over his mouth. Regulus immediately licked his hand. 
“EWW Reg!” Sirius wiped the drool off on his robes. They were just about to start bickering when Regulus inhaled sharply. Sirius’s face dropped in worry as he grabbed his brother’s arm and twisted it so the dark mark was face up. The snake and skull were writhing on his forearm. He’d been summoned.
He jumped out of bed and barged his way into Evan’s room. He should have knocked. His arm flew up in front of his eyes, and he turned away as Barty dragged the duvet over himself and Evan. 
“Shit—sorry,” He shook his head. “Erm, I just got summoned. Did either of you?” 
“Nope.” They both said. 
“Okay, er. I need to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He hurried out of the room, slamming the door after himself. His face must have been a picture as the other three burst into fits of laughter. He rolled his eyes at them. 
“I have to go. I’m expected at Lestrange Castle.” They stopped laughing. 
“Be careful, Reg.” Sirius stepped forward and hugged him. Regulus’s eyes widened, but he still hugged him back. 
“We’ll wait for you here,” James said as Regulus kissed his lips.
“Don’t die,” Remus smirked. 
“I don’t know what you’re on about Lupin. You’re coming with me.” 
“Fuck sake!” Remus grunted. He was not happy, and neither was Sirius. Regulus explained himself before his brother could get himself worked up. 
“If I don’t take him, they’ll wonder where he is, and they might send someone to look for him. They won’t find him at Grimmauld, and the first place they’ll come after that is here, and we can’t afford for anyone to come here poking around. I don’t know how long they want me for. It’s safer for everyone if he comes.” 
Remus kissed Sirius sweetly.
“We hopefully won’t be long. I’ll see you soon.” 
Remus followed Regulus out of Rosier House and side-alonged to Lestrange House. 
Regulus’s cousin greeted him. 
“Regulus, you arrived swiftly. We’re just finishing up a private meeting, and then the Dark Lord wishes to see you.” Bellatrix gushed at him. “Come in, come in and make yourself at home.” Her eyes flicked to Remus. “Oh, you’ve brought your pet with you.” Her nose wrinkled as though she’d smelt something foul.
“Sorry, Bella, but without Kreacher to watch over him, I didn’t want to leave him alone at Grimmauld Place.” Her eyes widened in understanding. 
“Of course, dear cousin, of course. Quite understandable.” She pulled him in close and whispered in his ear. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” Regulus nodded and allowed her to link his arm as they walked up to the castle door.
Bellatrix left them in the entrance as she disappeared into the gloomy halls back to her meeting. 
Regulus ended up showing Remus the castle. He guessed they’d be waiting a while. He always was in this castle. They were in the collections room. Regulus was showing off some of the unique objects that the Lestrange family had collected over the generations when his eyes landed on something he hadn’t noticed before. 
A small two-handled golden cup with a badger engraving on the front.  It was the cup. Regulus could have kicked himself. Of course, Voldemort had given a Horcrux to his most loyal followers. Lestrange Castle had so many wards and protections on it no one who hadn’t been invited in would be able to get to it. 
“Remus, look!” He pointed excitedly at the cup. 
“Merlin! Is it warded?” Remus always asked the important questions. Regulus was immensely glad he was there and not Sirius, who would have just grabbed the cup. 
There was a tamper jinx on it and the other objects in the glass case. 
They quickly came up with a plan. Regulus transfigured a Galleon into a convincing copy of the cup and stood in front of it ready. 
He and Remus both opened different cabinets at exactly the same time. The room stayed silent. Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They’d have seconds before someone came to see what they were doing. 
“Okay, three, two, one,” Regulus said calmly. They reached out and picked up what was in front of them. A loud, ear-ringing siren went off, filling the room with noise. Regulus quickly replaced the cup with the fake and stowed the real one in his pocket. He shut the cabinet door just as the rooms door swung open so violently it hit the wall with a crack. A swarm of witches and wizards moved in, wands raised.  
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bellebaubles · 8 months
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Watching is enough Ver es suficiente
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alyssavul · 2 months
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someone come and fuck me
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thepersonalquotes · 3 months
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I can't change the fact that my paintings don't sell. But the time will come when people will recognize that they are worth more than the value of the paints used in the picture.
Vincent Van Gogh
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froztypine · 2 months
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There is something that I saw in a fanfiction (smut of course) that I would love to experience…
Some kind of magic flashlight targets me, with both holes just held in a cylindrical tube. Both holes twitching as if they can see you staring at me.
You blow gently against my cunt and while I’m eating in a public place I feel a shiver but think nothing about it. In the privacy of your bedroom but watching me through a protection, you gently touch the outside and petting the labia. I startle and start looking around, trying to find the origin of the touch.
As you keep touching, I keep on being increasingly panicked that I am getting fingered in public, and despite the circumstances I am getting wet. When your fingers finally breach my hole, I quickly cover my mouth to muffle my moan. Trying to avoid any more embarrassment I slap some cash onto the table and rush out, food only half finished.
Driving home frantically while brightly flushed, I keep squirming and when I get home I can’t remember anything about the drive except the edging pleasure. The moment I’m in the bedroom I strip completely, and before I can collapse onto the bed you stick your giant cock inside.
This time I can’t muffle my scream, both in pleasure and pain as I come for the first time around you. The flashlight in your hand starts to squelch as you keep pounding into me. Suddenly it stops, leaving me panting. A gentle kiss touches my asshole, and I suddenly freeze. Nobody has touched there before. A finger starts prodding at me, and I frantically grab the lube and trying to make sure you don’t go in dry, tears in my eyes from the helplessness I feel to stop this from happening.
The first time my asshole got penetrated by your dick it hurt so much, the muscles getting ripped open and some red streaks appear. Yet as the pounding continues, it starts to feel good. My hand reaches down and starts frantically rubbing my clit and three fingers easily fit into my pussy after your dick ruined my hole.
All of the stimulation, both in my pussy and ass makes me constantly moan, and I come for the third time squirting all over my face. You keep on using the flesh light, with inhuman stamina. Even having come three times, I chase the next one until the fourth orgasm is almost painful with overstimulation. And yet you keep going.
Exhausted, I lay all the way back on my pillows and wet sheets, moaning all the while. I completely go limp and just take the rough treatment of my ass, shuddering when you reach up and start pinching at my clit. I groan and start to plead with the invisible force that is fucking me, begging with my horse voice to let me go. My fifth orgasm is hardly noticed, simply a tightening of my ass and pussy and trembling all over. Eventually I pass out from sheer exhaustion.
I wake up, absolutely sticky with my dried squirt juices on my body, face, and hair. I slowly roll out of bed, all my muscles protesting. Stumbling into the shower I watch in fascination as your cum and my blood slowly drip down my thighs and onto the shower floor. Clearly, you’ve kept fucking me while I was asleep, and I unconsciously lick my lips.
You still have the flesh light, will I be at your mercy again? How far will you take it? I can’t help but moan a bit in anticipation of what’s to come.
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quotelr · 23 days
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I can't change the fact that my paintings don't sell. But the time will come when people will recognize that they are worth more than the value of the paints used in the picture.
Vincent Van Gogh
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rolemodelamadeus · 5 days
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your memes are scrumptious, will you ever make more?
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you ask, i deliver
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viejospellejos · 1 year
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Ponte casco SIEMPRE
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wiirocku · 10 months
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Galatians 5:13 (CSB) - For you were called to be free, brothers and sisters; only don’t use this freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but serve one another through love.
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