@ Porn Blogs Who Keep Following Me

Hi,

It’s your friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

Happy Transgender Day of Visibility! I hope every trans person has a great day, and I hope today can be a day of being proud, loud, and visible! I want every trans kid to know that there are trans people out here living amazing, happy, fulfilling lives - and that future is waiting for you too!

(Here are some of my trans pride bird designs from my (way too crowded - sorry!) Redbubble store)

Doesn’t it make you feel bad to be so full of hate?

Like, don’t you see how you people give feminism a bad name?

I’m genuinely curious. I’m not trying to start an argument here, I’m just curious if you people know how.. hateful you people sound. If that’s even a good enough word to describe it.

You know whats hateful?

Hateful is when a ten year old girl gives birth to her uncle's child

Hateful is when a teenage girl is hooked up to a feeding tube, because everyone told her it would be better if she starved herself

hateful is a woman face covered, her eyes covered, her hands and her hips all all of her humanity hidden as if her existence were impure , hatred is prohibiting her from feeling the sun on her skin

hateful Is when men look for confirmed raped and murder victims to jerk off too

hateful is when the top search in pornhub is incest, pedophilia and rape, hateful is when men orgasm to women being choked, sodomized, while crying

hateful is the 80,000 women killed a year, for the crime of being women

hateful is b*tch c*nt and wh*re being the last things a girl hears before shes is brutally taken out of this world, hateful is laughing these words off as not a big deal

hateful is mutilating the genitals of a five year old girl, hateful is watching her squirm and cry while you cut her up, thinking about the feelings of the man who will rip her open

hateful is forcing a woman to give birth, hateful is turning a human being into an incubator, hateful is prohibiting women control over their own fucking organs, their own fucking lives.

hateful is rape.

hateful is women only having 'equality' and rights, in 8 countries. on earth, total. out of 195.

Hateful is making god, the creator male, hateful is making very system of belief around women as a resource, women as second to man, women as a birth giver and nothing else. hate is removing women from the divine and the powerful

hateful is male criminals in womens prisions, hateful is solving their rape with condoms, hateful is letting it go on, hateful is sacrificing women's safety for male egos, hateful is destroying rape shelters, hateful is defining women by front holes and uterus havers, hateful is mutilating them when they dont conform, hateful is young lesbians being groomed to sleep with men, lest they're bigoted. hateful is defining women as a sex doll, as a gender role, as femininity, as a personality.

hateful is menstrual huts, hateful is letting women die of hunger, poison and cold, hateful is saying menstrual blood makes them impure, inhuman. hateful is saying being a woman is karmic punishment.

hateful is driving needles up a baby girls skull, its drowning her in milk, its leaving her out for the wolves. hateful is seeing a girl be born as a curse, its killing her upon sight.

hateful is binding a seven year olds feet. breaking her bones, and smashing them together, its locking her up, never be able to walk or dance, will never be able to play, for men, for men to fuck her, for men to own and want her. an object, a status symbol.

Hateful is purchasing a womans body to use, as a toy as an object, hateful is seeing a young girl, starving, and putting your dick in her mouth, hateful is defending this, hateful is purchasing rape, hateful is advocating for it.

hateful is removing women from history, hateful is writing your name over their accomplishments, hateful is to ban them from reading from writing, from learning, from being human, hateful is never letting a woman touch the world, hateful is locking them up, never to be seen or heard

hateful is burning her at a stake, hateful is lobotomizing her, hateful is locking her up, its the straight jacket, the asylum.

hateful is cutting her open, is shaving down her bones, is injecting poison into her face, oil into her lips, inserting silicone into her body, its sucking out her fat with syringes. trimming her stomach, burning her skin.

hateful is demanding were nice. hateful is demanding that we smile. hateful is being annoyed we dont care about your fucking feelings while were being brutalized, hateful is pretending feminism has anything to do with 'looking good', hateful is coming here pretending youre innocent to ask why im not sucking your fucking dick while talking about the dehumanization of four billion human beings, souls, people. WOMEN.

you know whats not hateful? calling this shit out. I feel great, I felt the best I've ever felt being so 'hateful' about the hatred of women. I no longer look the other way, I no longer rack up my brain for explanations, and excuse, I no longer get caught up in the performance of being nice and giving feminism a good name and instead focus on getting shit DONE.

if you wanted nicer women, you shouldnt have fucking killed them. now shut the fuck up and stop pretending you ever gave a shit about women and feminism. people like you are happy to jerk off while the world burns as long as you 'look good' while doing it.

Die.

Sunshine

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x gn!reader

Rating: PG-13 for character death

Warnings: character death, angst, pain (I know it’s all the same but you need to be super warned)

Word Count: 516

Author’s Notes: This just happened one day. I was sad and welp here it is. Enjoy and feedback is always welcomed. Gif credit to @pascalisthepunkest​ Also to my tag list I hope it is okay I tagged you all in this. If you want to opt out on future angst of this level let me know and if you want to be tagged in any future fics please let me know!

  Jack heard the familiar melody being hummed through the cracked door of his home office. He smiled slightly to himself at the sound the song you constantly picked to hum or sing when you did things around the house. If any other song failed you it was always there to fill your mind and the shared home. Jack slowly got up and quietly stepped to see you in the kitchen your hums now words as you worked on dinner. He was stealthy as he came up behind you and let his voice join yours as he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you swayed around the kitchen singing the song to one another before ending it with a kiss.

  All too many times this had happened. Jack bought you things with the lyrics engraved or printed across it. It has more or less became your song. The one the two of you seemed to now share. Your mother had sang it to you, you now shared it to him and one day he prayed he would get to sing it to your children. Life sometimes doesn’t work that way.

    The pain was all too much for Jack too bare but he had to hang on for you. He had to look into your eyes one last time and see your beautiful face. The thought of leaving you alone in the world made him fight all the more harder ever though he already knew.

Your phone had dropped to the floor, you had never rushed around so fast and drove so fast with absolutely no care. You ran as quick as you could, shaking and on the verge of sickness. This wasn’t happening. No. He couldn’t be ripped away from you not yet. Not when you had your whole lives ahead of you. You were just getting started.

Eyes full of sorrow watched you as you slowly walked into the room. There he was and you knew the second you saw him. The tears bubbled up and spilled down your cheeks. You let yourself let out a few sobs at his still form. His chest still rose and feel but just barley. The heart monitor at a slow beep. The rest of the room was excused to give the two of you your last moments together. You climbed onto the bed without hesitation and you pulled Jack into your arms. You were careful not to hurt him. His head feel to your chest and his eyes fluttered open. You held him and he reached up to grasp at you. You started to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

As you sang the last line the heart monitor went into a long beep and he slipped away from you. You sat there and sobbed as you held him. You kept try to sing to him like it would bring him back but it never would. Your sunshine had been taken away.

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Ran into this on one of the Star Wars fan pages on Instagram and I am DYING. 😭😭😂😂💀💀

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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