Minneapolis Police Killed Another Innocent Black Man: Winston Smith

Phineas says Trans Rights

This post gives me life ngl

Luke: fergie taught me how to spell glamris

Leia: are you sure

I just- LOVE that this is a thing

This Artist Reimagines Classic Paintings With God As A Black Woman And They’re Beautiful

I'm exposing my whore self but that's okay because her work is always really well written and you should check her out please🥺💖

Oh christ I've never done an ask before and I completely understand if you dont have time to write this.. but I just found your page recently and honestly got so lost I didnt realize it was 5am till the sun started shining and stuff- anyways!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a longer version of the Daddy Anakin with a innocence kink? The lil blurb you wrote was so good🥺💖

Hi sweetheart! I don’t really write long fics. Because I’m not good at it lol. BUT I thought I would write another little blurb for you.

You were sat on his lap on the couch in your shared apartment, watching some holovids. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other was gripping your thigh, his thumb running soft circles on the sensitive skin. It was distracting, and you knew that he knew what he was doing. It was subtle. But that didn't mean that it wasn't working you up.

When he pushes his hand just slightly between your thighs, you let out a breathy whimper. And when he lets his thumb brush over your covered slit, you can't help but squirm in his lap. He pushes harder against your clit, rubbing slow, but firm circles. "A-Ani..." He halts his movements for just a moment, letting out a deep chuckle when you raise your hips to chase the friction. "What is it, sweet girl?"

He grips your thigh to hold you in place once you start grinding down against him. "Please? P-please Ani?" He lets his hand trace over the waist band of your panties, pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. He lets out a quiet hum when you gasp, "You want me to keep touching you?" "Y-yes! please?" He places a sweet kiss to your cheek, pulling away to watch you carefully as he strips you of your underwear. He moves your legs to rest over his, spreading you open so he has access to your core. He runs his middle, and ring finger through your folds to gather your slick, hissing through his teeth. You let out a desperate whimper when he begins to circle your clit.

"I know, darling. I've got you." You let your head fall back to rest against his shoulder, turning your head so you can press a sloppy kiss to the skin on his neck. "F- thank y-you. Thank you so much Ani- it feels so good." Anakin shushes you quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple and he lets two of his fingers press into your entrance. He lays his free hand against your lower stomach to keep you from squirming when he sets a brutal pace with his fingers. Your hand shoots down to grip tightly at his wrist, not moving to pull it away, just to hold onto as you force yourself to keep your thighs spread.

His palm grinds deliciously against your clit, and it has you whining out desperately as you try to hold back your impending orgasm. He seems to take notice of this and curls his fingers up harder. "A-Ani I- Please-" Before you can finish your sentence our orgasm rips through your body. Your thighs clench tightly around Anakin's hand as he coos soft praises in your ear. "There's my girl. You're doing so good baby, look at you go."

He slows the pumping of his fingers, letting his palm grind against you softly until you let your thighs fall open again. He pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them of your juices. When he notices the tremble in your thighs and the tears staining your cheeks he lets out a soft sigh, wiping any stray tears off your skin and pressing a soft kiss against your lips before letting his hands rub soothing circles against your thighs.

You let out a soft whimper against his lips, pulling away to rest your head in the crook of his neck as you try to catch your breath. He lets his free hand trail beneath your shirt, stroking along your spine as he peppers kisses on your forehead and cheeks. When you whine out a soft "D-daddy?" his heart melts, and he pulls you in closer to him. "I know, baby. I know. You did so well for me."

Genuinely, I thank y'all from the bottom of my heart. Fanfic is my mind palace- even the sad ones that make me bawl my eyes out, help. Love you guys and your effort and talent💖

This will probably go unnoticed, but I just want to take a second to give a big thank you to all the fanfic authors out there.

I'm not sure if y'all are aware of how much of an impact you're making on peoples lifes.

Personally I struggle with a lot of things that I won't specify here, but fanfic is something I can escape to, even on the worst days.

So if any fanfic writers see this, this is a personal thank you note from me to you.

┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲        mike hanlon ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔

Taivan erasure makes no sense, unless you take into account the fact everyone is afraid when lesbians are actually butch. “oh look at Shauna’s flannel” this and “look at Jackie’s sweater vest” that. Van wore a little vest for Doomcoming and none of you were brave enough to say “thank you Van, you look so handsome Van” and make one million edits like the lord intended.

This made me unnecessarily emotional-

Why Don’t We Collide The Spaces That Divide Us

For writer wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

Pairing: Harold Lauder x gender neutral reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, maybe a passing glimpse of angst

A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing. Just fucking canon because I want to. Also, hey look @peachyteague I did it! Title from Superposition by Young the Giant. Things I had to Google while writing this: how to spell melancholy, what a lifeguard hut was, what makes blood clot, how to spell misinterpreted.

You would think for all the traveling he’d done since the world went to shit, Harold wouldn’t look as pale as the sand he’s sitting on.

It’s on the West coast somewhere, he probably told you at some point exactly where but it doesn’t seem to matter to your mind like it does to his. That’s alright though, you trust Harold to lead you in the right direction like he trusts you to help him navigate whatever this is between you and him.

The afternoon sun isn’t quite high enough yet to be blinding and the thin clouds cast everything in a shade of monotone that whispers of melancholy while the chipped pale pink and blue paint of the lifeguard hut you stand on speaks a bit louder. Of something brighter.

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