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Raspberry Lemon Loaf

You know what? Fuck you.

Starts writing furiously in making a Tomoe x Male reader.

yoohan sketches so they can be happy for once

reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay

UPDATE: Pads and Reusable Water Bottles!

These past few days, Hussam says that the temperature was quite high, going as high as 37C on Yawn Arafat (the day before Eid)! The situation for everyone continues to be tough in the middle of their continued displacement while they seek safety from bombings.

Thankfully, Hussam managed to buy 5 liter reusable water bottles and pads for the people of the camp he is staying at. Each family received a 5 liter water bottle and 3 packages of high quality hygiene pads. Your donations helped make this possible!

Please keep donating to HelpGazaChildren! This grassroots effort is helping so many people in Gaza when the world has abandoned them!

Donate to our GoFundMe which goes directly to Hussam with NO middleman in between! He also sends money to the North!

HelpGazaChildren Notion Site || #helpgazachildren tag

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ID: Video of people holding packages of pads, with a large pile of pads on the floor. Some people gather in a tented area to receive their three packages of pads.

Sleeping YooHanKim 😴🌙✨

;;warnings:: trans!male reader, first time cunnilingus, sub!Itadori Yuuji, dom!reader, hair pulling, face fucking, mean reader, self-degradation (also mixed with praise), good!boy yuuji, cursing, smut++

18+ mdni

The first time you ever let Yuuji eat you out he’s dumb as a fucking dog. All I can think about is desperate Yuuji who’s been trying to eat out his boyfriend since the first time he masturbated to you. Fuck, just imagine all the times he’s squeezed his pathetic dick thinking about being choked between your thighs and smothered by your clit. He always gets so leaky and red thinking about the sounds you’d make and the way you’d praise him like he’s the best boy ever.

He wants you to hold his hair like a handle, he squeaks every time you fuck up into his face and his pretty smooth cheeks are all red and hot. Clingy fingers grip onto the thin material of your nightshirt as he tries to pull his face as close to your vagina as he can get, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you groan a low ‘fuck’ under your breath. He wants to get his tongue deeper, further, harder. He doesn’t even realize the whimpers slipping past his throat as he tries to inch closer, which he can’t get.

Yuuji’s heart feels like it’s going to give out. Your ankles are locked behind his head, heels digging into his spine with each thrust of your hips onto his tongue. You don’t taste like fruits, or cookies, or fresh, but it’s so fucking good in his mouth — it tastes like cum — like wet, sticky cum melting from you onto his tongue. You keep calling him “such a good fucking boy” and it’s making him really, really horny. And really, really hard. It’s pathetic, but he wants it more, as your hand now rocks his head back and forth over your cunt by his hair.

“Mmm— fuck yuuji. Look at you, you’re covered in my cum!” It comes out like a weak laugh, his eyes peak open to see the delirious look on your face, a mean smile. His eyes can’t stay focused, cum on his lashes and eyelids too heavy to stay open. He wants to hear it more, he can’t get over the way your head lulls to the side when he moans and pushes forward onto his knees, back arched.

You tug his face back from your wet lips, it’s pitiful how he whines, tongue slipping out to reach but he can’t. Why would you do this to him, when he’s finally got it. He’s finally got you in his hands and you just tear him away like it means nothing. His head is so fuzzy he’s stupid in greed.

“More” he rasps. He’s still bent, hands clutching your shirt for balance.

“I’ve already came” you state, gently brushing his sweat-wet bangs from his forehead, lips quirked upwards in amusement. He feels heartbroken. It’s the only way to describe the sad, frantic feeling in his chest. All his fantasies slipping through his fingers like sand as your fingers slide from his hair to his cheeks to give them a little pinch. His dick twitches in his soaked briefs, tip throbbing as you — his perfect boyfriend — chew your cheek in fascination at him. He knows he’s a mess, that he’s deplorable and greedy but, he just wants a little more. Just a little more. He wants to hear you call him a perfect boy just three more times, cum just once again, just more.

You noticed how needy he was today. How bothered his little whimpers were when he sent you an explicit voice memo this morning pleading for you to finish on his dick like he was a good boy. Begging for anything. Begging like a good puppy. Naughty voice messages were not completely common for Yuuji, but you didn’t expect it to be this when he showed up tonight at your dorm step for cuddles and a movie. You didn’t expect him to want to eat you out in the first place. But he did. Does, badly, so you’ve come to realize.

“Please I— oh god please! Just one more, I can’t get it outta my head [name]! Just, just one more. I’m so good I promise, the very best!” His pleads are strained as he stretches his neck as close to your wet cunt as he can manage, cheek resting against your inner thigh. You can feel his breath fanning over your clit.

“And..what if I say no?” You ask mindlessly, taking your thumb to wipe away some cum off his lashes.

Yuuji squirms, “NO! Please, please [name] no! I—I’ll tell you all the dirty thoughts I’ve had about this, you like that right? Always makin’ me say embarrassing stuff. I’ll give back all the briefs I took— I—I’ll never be bad again! Promise!” His chest shudders as he speaks, and you’ve never been so turned on by anything like this in a long, long time. You have half a mind to deny him more.

“Taken” briefs? You didn’t know your boyfriend was stealing your boxers.

There’s a long moment where Yuuji’s eyes are shut tight, pressing into your thigh like he wants to mold with you, and he does. Cum slips from your hole to your ass an a sigh hisses past your lips as you grab the back of his head again.

“Okay, baby. One more.”

So you found a dead body in the woods

The worst thing you've worried about, going on hikes, happens. This happens often, in the grand scheme of things. It's always joggers and dogwalkers and hikers. My unlucky day came on October 24, 2022.

So what do you do when you find a dead body?

Look in the other direction and take a breath. Panic wont help you or them.

If you are comfortable, approach them and try to help. If not, it's okay. I was unwilling to approach (they looked real dead) and my 911 operator was 100% totally supportive and okay with that.

Walk a little ways away. There is no reason why you need to keep staring at them. It's okay. Seeing a dead person is really wack!

When you've caught your breath, call 911. My first thought was "Oh god, I don't want to talk to cops." and, good news, it's not cops! 911 responders are different people. They are trained to talk to you, to reassure you, and to help you. They are there for you. They understand you are freaking out. They are kind and patient.

Your new buddy, the 911 person, will help you figure out where you are, exactly. They have access to your location via cell-tower and GPS, but if, like me, you were off-trail (oops), they might need your help navigating to you. I offered to also send a photo, and he provided an email, which he received immediately. I deleted the photo I took right away.

Hang out on the phone with your dispatch friend. They're going to want to keep in touch with you as the paramedics approach. Are you freaking out by chattering too much? Are you freaking out by being dead silent? Both are okay! Apparently, my panic response is to become Super Midwestern Chatty. I was able to make him laugh, which I count as a win.

Holler to the paramedics. My paramedics came deep into the ravine-filled woods, about six men, steering a rolling bed thing. We shouted at each other until they made it to the body. It would have been funny, watching them fumble along, if it wasn't so serious.

Get out of there! The paramedics don't need anything from you. They're busy doing their job. They shooed me back to the trail and to the parking lot. I didn't have to go anywhere near the body.

Meet cops in the parking lot. In my situation, the cops didn't want anything from me. They were just picking their noses in the parking lot while the paramedics did the real work. The cops said thanks for helping, while covering their bodycams, because they're pigs.

Go eat donuts. Christ, that was a lot. Let yourself comedown and get some sugar to kickstart your system.

Feel good that you gave a family closure. Yeah, that sucked. Yeah, your therapist is going to hear about this. Yeah, next time you come to this location, you're going to need a friend with you. But you did the right thing. You'll never know their family, but know that you gave them closure.

this pride, i learnt about the Palestinian trans woman Oscar Al-Halabiye, dancer and resistance fighter against the israeli occupation in Southern Lebanon. she named herself Oscar after Lady Oscar from the "The Rose of Versailles", a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Riyoko Ikeda.

her story is documented in Cinema Fouad(1993). zionists use pink washing to reinforce their genocidal terrorist narrative when queer Palestinians have been fighting against the occupation since the very beginning. you can watch it here with english subtitles. long live the intifada!

YouTube

Cinema Fouad (1993) with English Subs

Documentary by Mohammed Soueid. Republished here for educational purposes. "Cinema Fouad is a documentary portrait of Khaled El Kurdi, a Syr

is it too much to ask for the two sad gay men in love with their equally sad and gay reader?

might lose it and just write some ‘roommates being roommates’ idk