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Justice for Daunte Wright

Daunte Wright, a 20 year old African-American man, was fatally shot by police yesterday. 

His encounter with the police occurred over a traffic violation. A man is dead because of a traffic violation. We obviously don’t know all of the details of the situation yet, and I have read reports that the police meant to taser him but accidently shot him, but there is no reason that an unarmed person should be killed over a traffic violation. 

This keeps happening to Black people across the country, and it is inexcusable. Mr. Wright had a two year old son. He had a family. He had a life, and it was unjustly stolen from him.

We can’t let this keep happening. We have to create change. 

murky water

summary: Taking a bath with Din leads to a lovely question.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, The child

warnings: nudity but no smut, fluffffffff, baby yoda eating a butterfly (!?)

words: 1089

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She is gone. His heart stops beating and he takes a deep horrified breath. Din sits up on their shared cot and lets his gaze wander through the razor crest as if she would appear out of thin air. But she is nowhere to be seen.

Quickly, the mandalorian leaves the bed in full armor. He didn‘t take off his beskar, even though (Y/n) told him many times that this can‘t be comfortable. It can be indeed bothersome sometimes but they were only laying down for a short nap.

Din looks everywhere but (Y/n) isn‘t in the razor crest. She must be somewhere outside, on this strange planet – all alone. The child is looking at the mandalorian with his big eyes and cooes when his father picks him up.

With the help of his helmet, Din can see (Y/n)s foot prints and follows them with quick steps. His mind starts to wander and think about every terrible thing that could have happened to his love. But those thoughts disappear when he runs inside a cave and finds her naked in a well.

The sun shines through the open cave ceiling and illuminates (Y/n)s beauty. She looks like one of those mythical nymphs with her wet hair and peaceful face.

Din sighs relieved and starts to smile. Only when he sets the child down, does (Y/n) notice him. She jumps a little and tilts her head aside. There is no need for her to cover her nudity because the water is murky.

“Did you check it for monsters?“, Din asks as he starts walking towards the spring, followed by his son. His helmet notices no other living forms than (Y/n)s.

“Did you just look at my ass?“, (Y/n) asks almost appalled but grins nevertheless. She loves to tease her mandalorian lover. Slowly, she swims to the edge of the well to greet her son.

“No.“

“You did! I saw it!“

“You can‘t even see my face!“

Both laugh. (Y/n) splashes water at the child who giggles happily. But then the child discovers a butterfly and runs after it.

“Why don‘t you come in and join me?“, (Y/n) asks the mandalorian warrior and follows him with her eyes. Din walks around the well and kneels in front of his love. He places one of his gloved hands on (Y/n)s face and caresses her cheek with his thumb.

“He will be alright“, (Y/n) says as she follows Dins worried gaze towards their son. The mandalorian sighs and walks to the pile of clothes belonging to (Y/n).

While the female watches the child trying to catch the butterfly, Din starts taking off his beskar and clothes. After some time the only thing on his body is his helmet.

The moment the water touches Dins aching body he sighs and closes his eyes. He can‘t remember the last time he felt so calm.

The mandalorian walks to his love and wraps his strong arms around (Y/n)s waist, leaning the forehead of his helmet against her shoulder. (Y/n) wraps her delicate fingers around Dins hand and raises it out of the water, kissing the tattoo between thumb and index finger.

One of her lovely giggles make Din look up an watch his son swallow the last bite of the yellow butterfly. He sighs deeply and lets his free hand wander all over (Y/n)s body, caressing every inch of it.

“We should give you more food so that you don‘t have too eat insects, ad‘ika“, (Y/n) realizes and pets the childs little head when he arrives at the spring. Din smiles at the mandalorian nickname.

The child yawns and loses his balance, almost falling inside the murky water. Luckily, Din has fast reflexes and catches the little one before he can touch the water.

“Nap time“, the mandalorian says with his modulated voice and leaves (Y/n)s side. He places the child on a makeshift bed out of his clothes. His cloak gets draped over the childs small body and only after a few seconds he is asleep.

“At least his eating habits make him fall asleep quickly“, (Y/n) whispers with a sweet smile next to Din and caresses one of the childs ears.

After some time she turns her full attention back to the mandalorian who is leaning against the edge of the well. His arms are wide open on the edge and almost inviting (Y/n) to come closer. The beskar helmet is slightly tilted backwards and reflects the blue sky.

(Y/n) swims to her lover and places both her hands on the mandalorians chest. Droplets of water roll from his neck until they meet the water surface.

“Do you trust me?“, (Y/n) asks after a while and stares at the visor of the beskar helmet which moves from looking at the sky towards her face.

“Of course“, Din responds immediately, not understanding why his love would ask him such a question. He watches (Y/n) close her eyes and move her hands from his chest to his helmet. Din jerks away out of instinct. The female takes her hands from the cold metal with an expression full of regret. But then the mandalorian takes her small hands in his and takes off his helmet with (Y/n)s help.

Her eyes stay closed because she would never dare to hurt Dins trust. The mandalorian puts his helmet aside and while one of his hands pulls (Y/n) closer, the other caresses her neck. Her wet hair still feels soft against his fingers.

With happiness filling her whole body, (Y/n) grabs Dins face and starts to laugh with a few happy tears falling from her closed eyes. It‘s not the first time for her to touch his face but it feels magical every time.

Their foreheads and noses touch. And then finally, their lips meet in a passionate and fierce kiss. They can’t stop because the feeling of the other so close, is what makes them feel whole. Din never thought he would ever trust someone but here he is, kissing the person he loves the most.

“Marry me“, Din says between kisses and widens his eyes because he can‘t believe he just said that out loud. He is thinking about it every day but never really thought he would ask (Y/n).

Although (Y/n) is shocked, she doesn‘t open her eyes but stops kissing her lover. Silence fills the cave and the couple stops every movement – their foreheads still touching. Before Din can apologize, (Y/n)s lips lay on his once again.

And she whispers the word yes again and again – with so much love.

the long way around - chapter two

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader Rating: M Word count: 3,000 Notes: So, this took a lot longer than I anticipated. Sorry about the almost month-long wait between chapters! This chapter is sort of a roller coaster of sorts but I think a lot gets established in this one. Reblogs appreciated! Warnings: The dinner from hell, mutual pining, awkward situations, kissing, swearing, food mention, alcohol mention

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Whether it’s true or not, I feel like announcing vaccinated people can go places without masks is extremely irresponsible right now.

So that white woman who was harassing that black lady in that mall really told the black lady not to record her mental break down? Weaponizing white tears and mental illness. Like let's talk about how white people do use their mental health and gender in order to get out of situations.

The worst part about this is that the black woman who filmed this all got her TikTok account suspended and is in need of a lawyer.

Here's the link to her GoFundMe!

Here's the first video of the attack. You can find the rest on her account.

Her Twitter also explains some details.

Her name is MAMAAFRICA275. That's her Twitter name, and I can't find her actual name anywhere so I'm using this. Please help and support.

❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗

I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)

THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR

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Frankie cutting the backyard with no shirt. 🥵 I had to cut my backyard today and it took me almost 2 hours (my yard is huge, my city had constant rain & I also saved a few tiny frogs)! Some days I feel like a strong, independent woman whenever I cut my yard. Other times, I wish I had a Frankie to help out. Sorry for the venting…but anyways. Frankie if you please. Could be fluff or smut…surprise me 😏

can you blame him? 

pairing || Frankie Morales x Reader

word count || 828

content || suggestive but no smut, Frankie being perfect (as usual) 

a/n || please this is so cute?? also I just had to include the frogs bc I know for a fact that Frankie loves all animals

Frankie planned to get the lawn mowed early in the morning. He’s always been the type to rise early and tackle his responsibilities so he can spend the later part of his day relaxing without worry - but then he started waking up to you, so soft and pretty in his bed. The perfect distraction. So who can blame him when he wakes you with his lips ghosting over your neck and spends the majority of the morning tangled in his sheets with you, seeing how many times he can make you say his name through a moan?

The problem is that the early July heat is intense and Frankie is stubborn. He planned to mow the lawn today, so that’s exactly what he’s going to do. Of course, your offer to help him is brushed off with appreciation, so you decide to make something refreshing for what’s sure to be a tough job. Your homemade lemonade is something he raves about and soon, you’re cutting lemons as the sound of the lawn mower drones on in the background.

It’s admirable, his dedication to keeping his word. You know he doesn’t like the yard to look unkempt, and neither do you, but the idea of braving that heat is exhausting just to imagine. The  front yard is taken care of rather quickly and there’s a moment’s silence before the mower roars to life once more from the backyard. That’s the tougher one, the bigger space that requires more attention - specifically so he doesn’t accidentally harm your garden. You glance out of the bay windows to see him hard at work, his shirt darkening in some places as the heat does a number on him.

Once you’ve slid the pitcher into the refrigerator to cool, you dash upstairs to change into a sundress - a better fit for the hot day. The immediate cooling effect the dress has on you is lost the moment you pass by those bay windows on your way to the backdoor. In the few moments you were upstairs, he’s apparently decided to lose his shirt under the unforgiving July sun and you get an eyeful of your handsome man hard at work.

Even from here, you can see the shine to his tan skin, can appreciate the way his biceps flex as he maneuvers the mower in methodic lines. That hat of his is still on his head, protecting his eyes from the sun, and you’re sure that underneath it, his curls are even more prominent than usual. The sight of him makes you hotter than any hot day ever could, and suddenly you’re beyond glad he’s so stubborn, that he was so hellbent on taking care of the lawn, because the image he makes is something you never want to forget.

Your trance is broken by the sound of the mower sputtering to a stop and you’re quick to slip out the back door, walking quickly through the freshly cut grass. Frankie’s just standing from where he was crouched and there’s a bright smile on his face as he turns to you.

“Look at this little guy!” He holds his hand out to you, voice full of amusement, and you glance down to see a tiny frog huddled against his palm. “I saw him just in time. Isn’t he cute?”

“Yeah, he is.” You say, but you aren’t looking at the (admittedly adorable) frog. You’re looking at Frankie and the happiness that sparkles in his eyes despite the heat and the aches his body surely has from all the manual labor.

Frankie lets the little frog go in a safer area and looks at you, his eyebrows pinching together slightly as he realizes something up. “Whatcha need, honey?”

“Oh, uh… nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I made you some lemonade for when you’re… done.” You trail off slightly, distracted by the way Frankie pulls off his hat to run a hand through his messy hair.

He’s too observant for his own good. “...and what else?”

“Nothing! You just - I just,” You stutter, embarrassment flooding you at your inability to speak. There’s no stopping yourself when you reach forward to tuck a stray curl away from his face, your hand stopping to rest on his cheek. “I just think you look really good like this.”

Amusement lights up his eyes and before you can blink, he leans closer to capture your lips in a kiss and pulls you close by your waist, his hands greedily massaging your soft flesh. A shiver runs down your spine as he practically crushes you to his chest, just another show of his strength.

“How about we take a shower together once I’m done, hm?” He mumbles against your lips and a thrill shoots through you.

“Absolutely,”

Frankie kisses you one last time and ushers you inside with a smack to your ass. And if he rushes through the last bit of the yard, who can blame him?

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