Bunny Asmodeus

Why do anti sjw ex muslims exist?

I think the answer is simply because “sjw’s” and “tumblr feminism” have failed ex muslims. When you have this ‘protect all muslims at all costs not matter what’ mentality where you can’t acknowledge the fact that muslims can infact oppress, abuse, disown and kill people for leaving islam, and just continue to ignore this and be ignorant and worry more about appearing like you are a worldly and caring person who cares about women and the world, but you refuse to acknowledge the struggles of people who actually are oppressed and who’s lives are ruined because of religion, you have failed them.

That’s why people become angry and bitter, because you’re implying they don’t matter and the people and religion that are hurting them and ruining their lives and causing them to live in fear and secrecy are worth more and need to be protected and aren’t doing anything wrong and you’re failing to protect people that really need to be protected too. 

This isn’t the oppression Olympics. Yes muslims suffer from a lot of prejudice. But you know what? Ex muslims get treated the exact same way, some of us still dress like muslims, we still have to pretend to be muslims in order to be safe and ontop of that deal with the shitshorm that comes with being an ex muslim, living a life where you can’t be yourself, worrying about your family finding out, disowning you and all the abuse and how badly muslims treat you. I don’t know why muslims think it’s some kind of oppression competition. It’s not hard to open your eyes and admit the way you treat ex muslims is disgusting and treat us like human beings. 

pretty and polished - nagi seishiro

18+ content ahead!

cw: handjob, sub!nagi (kinda), no specified gender for reader but u do have nails on, just a sweet lil bit of domestic filth yknow

"you're home early!"

you walk into your apartment to see your boyfriend sprawled on the couch, mindlessly playing a game on his phone while a cooking show drones on the tv in the background.

"hm? oh, yeah, we left practice early to avoid the storm that's coming in tonight. where have you been?" nagi asks, eyeing you as you toe off your sneakers and set your keys and wallet down. the metal scrapes on the wood of the entryway table, and you shuffle over to the couch to sit right at his waist. he hums in contentment when your hand reaches over to slide through his snowy hair.

your hand on his scalp gives him your answer. "i got my nails redone!" the other hand comes up to show him a pretty baby blue on your fingertips. it makes the color of your skin more vibrant, he notices.

"mm. pretty."

his reaction seems as if he couldn't care less, but you know nagi much better than that. his cacao eyes have a particular twinkle to them when he looks back down at his phone, one that you know all too well. experimentally, you oh-so-lightly drag your nails down his chest, skimming his stomach.

the muscles on his abs jerk. bingo.

the palm resting on the hem of his sweats lifts a touch as the fabric starts to strain against his growing erection. nagi blinks up lazily at you.

"what are you doing?"

his voice is steady, but the shake of his fingers as they graze over the hand on his stomach tell a different story.

"oh, nothing," you smile, "just lay back and relax, hm?"

he nods, clicking his phone off and resting it on his chest. he watches as your fingers tuck under the elastic of his pants and snap them back against his skin. he doesn't miss the scrape of your nails on his lower tummy.

his cock twitches. fuck, he's hard.

again, you skim your hand into his pants. his breathing is picking up its pace, and your free hand traces down his cheek, a polished nail rubbing over the plush of his bottom lip. he presses a feathery kiss to it, and you return the favor with a syrupy smile.

"s..stop teasing..." nagi whispers. "just do it."

you lean down and press a kiss to his clothed pectoral. "sure, baby."

finally, god, finally, you peel off the top of his pants and briefs just enough for his dick to spring out. the tip is already weeping with precum, the head flushed an aggravated pink. the sight makes your mouth water and your hand wraps his girth, one finger closing around at a time. the blue of your nails look almost neon in contrast to the glow of pink on his head. swiping your thumb over his slit, you collect the precum that's oozed out, and swipe it around the bulb of the tip.

nagi's swallowing his breaths now, his tongue dry and his fingers twitching. his chest feels like it's about to explode under your fingertips. "baby, please, go faster."

humming, you quickly jerk your hand up the length of his cock, then twist it as you slide it back down, beginning to set a rhythm. you lean down, gathering saliva in your mouth, and let it pool from your lips and onto the head to alleviate the friction. the mixture puddles in the creases of your hand, and a drop rolls over one of your nails. nagi's vision tunnels on it, watching with the precision of a needle hooking a thread as the lubrication trails down your finger, your knuckle, your wrist.

his throat gives way to choked out whines, pants, anything to relieve the bubbling in his chest. they bounce off the walls of the room, the noise of the tv long forgotten.

you're jerking him faster, with more pressure, curling your wrist with every downstroke, and nagi thinks he might pass out. the pressure in his gut sends sparks up his spine, til his face and ears flush with incinerating heat.

"baby, baby- i...!!"

his hips seize upwards, one of his legs coming up, searching for reprieve on the fabric of the couch. a long, drawn-out groan escapes his mouth, and his cock twitches in your hand as a thin stream of cum bursts up and falls on your hand.

you keep stroking him, shushing him while he catches his breath until all his release is coating your hand and dribbling off your arm and onto his thighs. your thumb kisses his tip one last time as his length falls limp in your hand.

once his vision clears, nagi laces his fingers between your cum-coated ones, and he brings them to his mouth, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

he makes a mental note to send you money for the nails later.

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🔮 13 goals of a witch 🔮

How to cultivate each goal

✨ I. Know yourself: practice mindfulness and meditation, start journaling daily, analyze your dreams, define your core values, take a few minutes every day to pause and observe the world around you, make lists of everything that defines you (your favorite movies, your political beliefs, your favorite books, your best and worst memories, etc).

🕯️ II. Know your craft: understand the different types of witches, and which one you feel closest to, define your position on religion vs. spirituality, learn about witchcraft, wicca and paganism, meet with witches online or in your city, attend workshops and seminars on spirituality, tarot, and herbalism, acquire knowledge in the history of your craft.

📚 III. Learn: never stop learning, read books from different point of view, understand the intersectionality of witches’ experience, learn about witches from other cultures, understand the link between feminism and witchcraft, record everything you are learning in a journal, and learn from different sources (books, podcasts, online forums, social media, articles, academic papers, documentaries etc).

🦉 IV. Apply knowledge with wisdom: use everything you are learning to make informed decisions about your life, find mentors and experienced witches to learn from, wisdom is acquired through experience so practice your craft, and accept that you will make mistakes, write them down in your journal to remember them and learn from them.

⚖️ V. Achieve balance: embrace opposites, take care of yourself and work hard on your dreams, list your priorities for the coming months and focus on them, maintain a schedule and give yourself peaceful moments during the day, have diverse hobbies that fit into your craft (writing, gardening, crafting, cooking, baking, exercising), balance your time surrounded by people and your time spent alone.

💭 VI. Keep your thoughts in good order: journal your daily life, use tarot and divination as tools to understand yourself, practice setting intentions, use mantras as guidance in your meditation, identify your negative thoughts and practice spells and rituals of banishment for this negative energy, learn breathing exercises to keep your mind connected with the body.

💬 VII. Keep your words in good order: take yourself seriously, be mindful about what you say to yourself and to others, understand the power and bond of a promise, use words as verbalization of your intentions, practice honesty and avoid lying, speak out loud when spell casting.

🎉 VIII. Celebrate life: practice gratefulness by writing daily lists of everything you are grateful for in your life, enjoy daily rituals and the magic of everyday life, plan and organise witches’ sabbats with loved ones, or by yourself, celebrate every accomplishment and every victory.

🌙 IX. Attune with the cycles: learn about the seasonal changes and the witches’ sabbats to acquire a stronger connection to the sun and the earth, celebrate pagan festivals and the Wheel of the Year, practice your magic in connection to the lunar cycle, understand the power of each moon phase, and accept that your energy levels are not always the same, which means that you cannot hold the same expectations on yourself all the time.

🥦 X. Breath and eat correctly: learn yoga, meditation and breathing exercises, practice stretching your body and breathing to expand your muscles, do not diet or restrict but learn to eat healthy while indulging on guilty pleasures sometimes, abstain from regular usage of drugs or alcohol, practice healthy habits.

🤸 XI. Exercise the body: learn to love your body no matter what, and practice self-love by moving it in a way that feels right to you, have walks and hikes in nature, build your strength, learn flexibility exercises, practice cardio to breath better, not to lose weight, switch training exercises regularly, and focus on moving your body everyday.

🧘 XII. Meditate: thrive to meditate at least 10 minutes daily, use mantras to set specific intentions or practice breathing techniques, do not hesitate to use YouTube videos or apps to learn it, meditation is a skill just like anything else, practice for 30 minutes or 1 hour straight at least once a month, join meditation classes or zen temples to get help from a community.

🙏 XIII. Honor your deities: educate yourself on deities you’d like to follow, based on symbolism and what they represent, understand their connection to you and practice rituals to honor them, be mindful of what you ask of them, learn to draw a circle to protect yourself from harmful spirits while calling on them, and if you do not feel comfortable with personified Goddesses and Gods, honor nature deities such as the Moon, the Sun, and the Earth.

weird snacks i love & headcanon Mikey would ask me to share with him

pst you should try them

❥ grapes in honeyed yogurt

❥ pears slices coated in cream cheese

❥ lay chips sprinkled with freshly shredded parmesan

❥ cinnamon sweet potato fries dipped in coconut cream

❥ sliced almonds tossed in fresh sesame oil

some small sigils I feel everyone could need from time to time. take care of yourselves friends!

Good morning people! The world unpaused their favorite genocide today.

DO NOT STOP SPEAKING FOR PALESTINE.

Cleansing Mantras

Instead of using ✨white sage✨ try using these

* Cleanse this space of negative energies, thoughts, and intentions.

* If there is energies here not of love and light: you’re not welcome here.

* I clear this space of bad intentions and anything not of love and light.

* I wash away any energy that is not mine to carry. I release myself from the burdens of the past.

* I cleanse from me any energies not of my making and all energies being thought about me contrary to what I am trying to create.

* May only goodness and light remain here and may this area be dedicated for the greatest good and highest purpose.

Hi! Hi! Cotton! How are you babe? Sooooo…… Ive had this little fantasy in my head i would like to see you put to words in the way you do (i love your writing <3) Henry Cavill, but plot twist! Hes your college history teacher! You call him sir! And reader has a praise kink, with some orgasm denial, overstim, and size difference (from the kink roulette). I will absolutely adore it if you would write this! if not no worries! ily 🫶🏻

teacher’s pet~

ೃ⁀➷ college professor henry cavill x student afab ! reader

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ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hi babe! i am doing meh rn, i think i have strep throat, anywayyyy....i loved your fantasy and i enjoyed putting it into writing, i hope it was what you were looking for. i am loving all the henry cavill requests!!! not proofread

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, teacher- student, dry humping, p in v sex, praise kink, cunnilingus, innocent virgin reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, SIR KINK

ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻

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you had a tiny little crush on your professor. not that you were any different from the rest of the students in his class. professor cavill had every eye on him since the moment he walked into class. everybody wanted to fuck him. no one ever did.

there were rumors he was gay, as he showed no interest in girls, but he also showed no interest in men. so you tried to make do with your unrequited love.

you had a ridiculous schoolgirl crush on him.

every girl would race to sit in the front row, you were happy to stare at him from a distance.

your friends would make lewd jokes about professor henry.

and you would blush and squirm, not really comfortable with the way they talked about him. jealous, possessive.

your thoughts strayed as you walked through the campus, short plaid skirt swaying in the wind.

you slammed into a tall, hard, beefy man, his huge hands went to your waist to keep you from falling.

“careful there sweetheart.” his voice was gruff and familiar.

“yes sir, i’m sorry.” you looked up through your eyelashes at him, his eyes crinkled, never straying from yours, his lips twitched and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes never straying from yours.

he let go and brushed the hair from your face before turning around and sauntering off. his thick legs moving with surprising grace for someone his size.

you stared shell-shocked at his retreating back.

your friends squealed around you.

“he definitely wants to fuck you!”

“BYE! he totally wants to fuck your sweet unpopped cherry!”

“stop it! he can hear” you protested.

“he will definitely split you in two, have you seen the size of him? god, that’s hot babe!”

you groaned in irritation trying to walk away, but they chased after you.

“he definitely has a thing for your innocent virgin thing.”

“it’s always the innocent angels who are the dirtiest cock sluts.”

“you are such a BITCH!” you could not help but laugh at your friends’ teasing. you knew they were playing around, they loved to tease you, blood would rush to your face and your skin would darken. but it was all in good faith, this incident would be forgotten by tomorrow.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

the incident was in fact, not forgotten by the next day, girls shot you looks and some of your classmates teased you.

“i bet that's how you get straight a’s! damn! fucking professor cavill, i am green with envy.”

you scoffed with humor. “shhh!!! he’s going to come soon!”

“yeah! in you!”

when henry entered a hush spread around the room.

“now what is all this ruckus about?” he raised a thick brow, eyes boring into you.

“nothing sir!” you balked.

he hummed, staring at you for a second before getting on with his lesson.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.

you had always been in the periphery of his vision in the past but yesterday when your smaller frame bumped into him he took notice.

he could not help himself, hands touching you lovingly. you. his student.

your wide eyes, plaid skirt and white top, a knee-length sock with a pair of huge white sneakers.

you did not seem to care that much about your outfits, not making a statement, just preoccupied with other things. like your lap. which was really frustrating on his part. why did you not look at him? you took notes diligently. eyes staring at the projector and back at your notes, never on him.

your shyness piqued his interest. he got through the lecture on muscle memory. his eyes flickering to you from time to time. he had an obsessive audience, he wasn’t dumb, he had graduated summa cum laude, top of his class. so he knew to control himself during class.

before or after class, however…

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

you had a stalker. your core clenched with sensations you had only read about in your romance books. you had never experienced the desperate pounding ache that professor cavill made you feel deep in the apex of your thighs.

you made eye contact with him again however many times this week in the campus café, and your thighs clenched with need. you ordered your sugary drink, paid, and waited with anxious trepidation at having his eyes on you. you hurried out once you got the drink. you had to do something about him, it was wrong.

well….. maybe it wasn’t personal, why would you ever think that he would be stalking you? it could be an unlikely string of coincidences that led him to every place you were on campus, it was as if he had learned your schedule. that made you feel dangerous things, delicious taboo thoughts about your professor who was likely more than half your age older than you. you walked through the campus, sipping your sweet drink.

— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

the stalking was getting out of hand. you needed to do something about it. your pussy wept and clenched and you did not know what to do with all the needy sensations that made you look at your pillow and want to hump it silly.

you knocked on his office.

“come in.”

“mr. cavill,” you entered his cozy office, it had wooden floors leather couches, and huge shelves overfilled with books. and a slightly messy desk where he sat on an expensive-looking chair.

“yes?” he looked up at you with his blue eyes. soft in a way you had never seen them.

you froze not knowing what to do now.

he cocked his head. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“don’t you think it’s inappropriate to call a student that?”

“do you not like it?” he frowned.

“that- that’s not the point!” you felt your face heat. you pressed your thighs together.

he chuckled, “look at you, you are downright squirming. do you think i would risk my career for any student?”

“no?”

“no.” he confirmed. “come here.”

he was taking a huge risk, but your dilated pupils and heaving chest told him the results would be enjoyable.

“where?” your voice was meek.

his grin was machiavellian and your cunt was aching with need, you walked toward him, sliding one leg over his lap and resting your core against his hard bulge.

you moaned at the contact against your pussy covered by thin drenched panties, your plaid skirt fluttering around you.

his big hands went to your ass and he pressed your hips down.

you mewled.

“this feels so good sir.” you moaned. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”

he groaned, “fuck…don’t tell me your sweet little pussy has not been fucked before?”

the friction was so good, your pussy lips split open, the bulge of his hardness rubbing against your aching, puffy, swollen clit. your hips jerked and spasmed.

“so needy… look at you, humping my lap like a needy bunny. are you a needy bunny, baby? do you touch yourself?”

“n-no!”

he hummed, pleased “good, that means i will be the first to make you cum, and i won’t stop until you are a crying mess. office hours are over and we have all the time in the world. take your panties off sweetheart and get back on my lap.” you obeyed, the cool office air on your sensitive pussy made you clench. he reached for the panties, you stared at him as he smelt them before pocketing them

the texture of his pants was heavenly against your bare pussy. nothing restricting your movements. the texture was rough against your sensitive cunt, harsh and punishing and exquisite.

your pussy gushed, making a mess of his pants, but you did not care, too busy chasing that build-up of pleasure to think or be embarrassed about the mess you were making.

you rutted against him almost at the peak, when he stopped you with his hands.

“i changed my mind, i want you to cum on my dick,”

you whined in protest, hips jerking softly, but it was futile.

you were smaller than him, his large thick frame contrasting yours. he stood up, and carried you with him, one arm wrapped under your ass, the other swiping all the contents of his desk to the floor with a loud crash.

he sat you on the desk and knelt in between your open legs. “look at me, kneeling for you. you think i would kneel for just any pretty girl? no. i do not. ever since i crashed into you my thoughts have not strayed from your pretty innocent eyes. from your thighs, that skirt, i want to fuck you in nothing but that skirt.”you moaned, pussy bursting with arousal, he leaned his head on your inner thigh, eyes taking in your glistening, dripping cunt, he slid a finger in between your wet folds, splitting you open, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. your hips chased the friction.

“you are such a good girl, taking attentive notes and every assignment you turn in done so carefully. you want to please me don’t you, sweetheart? you want to be a good girl? well, you are. never been touched. have you been waiting for me, sweetheart?”

“yes- yes sir!” you whined.

“good, girl,” he looked up at you and damn you if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. he split you open with his tongue and you yelped at the foreign deliciousness of his tongue on your pussy.

he kissed and nipped softly, devouring you like a man starved. this time you felt the pressure build easily, faster, but once again he stopped, and it was agonizing, you felt your walls pound with need ache.

this time it was his fingers which split you open and you were so sensitive you could not help the tears that escaped the corner of your eyes.

“look at you, a whiny, needy, whimpering mess. so sensitive. never been touched huh? well you are doing so good. my good girl. bet you will become all cock drunk when i fuck your little pussy. but i have to get you all nice and wet and ready for my cock, so it doesn’t hurt my favorite student. my dick is already hard because of your delicious sounds baby girl, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you.” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your body spasming with overstimulation.

“please sir!” you whined and cried out at your over sensitive pussy being teased. you needed release fast, and you needed him to stop his movements, but if he stopped you were positive you would meltdown from deprivation. “please!” your syllables dragged out.

you looked so pathetic and needy he decided to take pity on you. swirling his thumb on your clit. “just a little longer, alright? i want your first orgasm to be on my cock!”

“please sir!” this time your voice cracked.

“come on sweetheart, you are doing such a good job, you are so good, my pretty girl, so perfect.”

he stood up, his hips aligning with yours, your trembling hands reached to unbuckle his belt, he let you struggle through it, watching with fond eyes as your frustrated fingers worked his belt, his pants, then his boxers, his large angry cock springing free. it was so beautiful you wrapped your fingers around it, pumping it experimentally. he groaned out and bucked into your hand. you looked up at him through your lashes, silently voicing s question he answered with a smile. you aligned his dick with your cunt, hips canting to fit him in.

he was so big he stretched you open, your cherry popping burned but it could have been worse had he not made you all wet snd ready. henry gripped your hips and sank fully into you, both of you moaning at the sensation of your tight cunt being stretched by him. he was so big by comparison it made you so needy. you bucked your hips, encouraging him to move, and move he did.

rutting into you with all his strength, those muscles were not just for eye candy after all…

your body spasmed with each thrust and it wasn’t long before your pussy clenched him and the pressure in hour core built and built until burst, making you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at your first orgasm, hands scratching his back.

he groaned as you squeezed his cock, hips pumping fast, this time chasing his own pleasure, it hurt so good, you were so sensitive but you did not want to stop. the best you could do was cry and slide your hands to his waist, pulling him to you with each thrust.

it wasn’t long before he followed after you cum filling you and dripping down where you joined. he joined your foreheads together and with the last last pumps of his hips wipe the sweaty tendrils of hair from your forehead, kiss your nose, and tell you how good you were, how good you felt. you were his good girl. the ultimate teacher’s pet.

So. You want to garden.

For whatever reason. Right now as of uhhhh Friday March 27, of 2020, within the quarantine of COVID-19 you are most likely want to garden in order to feed your family as you want to save money from the grocery store. And to ya know. feed your family.

SO. Here’s some YouTube videos. Mainly from this one YouTuber since she runs her own farm. She talks about what to grow and how to grow as well as saving seeds. (Trust me, saving seeds is better in the long run.) You can also regrow kitchen scraps too if you feel like you’re unable to get any proper seeds. And for fun have a post apocalyptic type garden.

What to plant in a small garden:

Fast-food growing options:

The importance of Seed saving:

How to build an arched trellis for $30:

A complete guide to virtual gardening:

How to PLANT & GROW with cattle panel arched trellises:

14 store bought vegetables & herbs you can regrow:

Save your kitchen scraps, these 7 plants can be grown out of them:

9 survival gardening crops to grow in a post apocalyptic world: