#to be clear this is not to say these women hold the same power as men but yeah lets not infantilize girls who CHOSE to put others down

[mothslimes]

said it before i say it again. maybe it's less internalized misogyny and more "girls who look and act like this literally bullied me from kindergarten to 12th grade and beyond" so no i would rather not talk to girls who treat female beauty standards as the holy law

#mik talks #if you think criticizing female beauty standards and those who impose them on others = criticizing all women then you might be the sexist #like im so fucking tired of feminism being all about the poor stereotypically beautiful women wearing pink skirts who are soo forced into i #hey what about the girls on the playground who were their perpetual fucking victims in their pursuit of gaining mild power #those who coulkd never even dream of fitting the mold because they werent white or straight or skinny or cis or whatever the fuck #like even the fucking barbie movie is about some beauty standard white blond skinny feminine woman being sad about sexism #this is what many terfs dont understand lul. for some feminity is a cage they dont even fit into #they have no fucking safe area of just performing their societal role #if i see one more 'fixed' 'pick me' comic where they make the author kiss the girl thats based on their bullies i will kill something #yeah blablabla the plastics in mean girls are actually victims yaaalll.... its so sad theyre the real victims...... #when will yall accept that stereotypically beautiful (especially white) women still hold power. and are often bullies. #my mom is being harassed at her workspace by her exclusively female colleagues but u tell me again how female spaces are so wholesome #and oh tell me more about the perfect female commune and the matriarchy. god you guys make me sick #oh you felt forced into performing feminity and your friendships seemed a little fake? i was called slurs in 6th grade #they stole my stuff. destroyed my things. hit me. cyberbullied me. but oh you had it so bad #to be clear this is not to say these women hold the same power as men but yeah lets not infantilize girls who CHOSE to put others down #nerdy girls who make fun of popular girls being shallow were never the problem :skull: but you all called them misogynists for being pissed #for being bullied....and wanting to feel some mild sense of superiority in their lower social role

[squishy-min-mochi]

It’s important to recognise that Barbie (2023) criticises both the patriarchy AND the matriarchy. Yes, the Ken’s are just accessories to the Barbies. Yes, they don’t have any say in the government they live under. That’s the point, you’re supposed to feel awful, you’re supposed to want the Kens to have their own agency, you’re supposed to want equality. The Barbie movie explicitly states that the way Barbie treats Ken is wrong, so much so that once he finds a safe space for his masculinity and individual identity he’s so excited to share it with the other Kens.

But they go overboard and replace a matriarchy with a patriarchy and now the same issue exists but in reverse. That’s the POINT!! THATS THE POINT!!! Barbie is not anti-men it’s pro equality PLEASE understand this

13th Aug 2023 UPDATE:

Heeeeey howdy!!

Due to the IMMENSE comments and discussion on this post (thanks ya’ll!!) I’ve decided to update my post with my recent opinions and hopefully clearer explanations!!

First, my original post only considers a very small and very vague analysis of the film!!

Since making this I've read all your comments and learned quite a bit about the matriarchy as it appears in human civilisation. Originally, I was pitting the patriarchy and the matriarchy against each other as though the results of their implementation were equal in the film.

They were not!! Below is the definition of matriarchy I’ll be working off of.

Matriarchy Simple Definition;

Matriarchy is a social system in which women hold the primary power positions in roles of authority. In a broader sense it can also extend to moral authority, social privilege and control of property.

There's a lot to talk about in the Barbie film that would fit better in an essay, so I'll try and condense it into this;

To me, Barbie (2023) is a film about the female experience and the shared connection between women that persists through childhood and adulthood, support and harassment, suffering and joy, mother and daughter.

It uses Barbie as its figurehead because of the immense societal and political impact the doll has had on women, both good and bad (as explained in the film).

The male experience as seen in Barbie (2023) is not the sole focus of the film- rather, it's an accessory (as the Kens are) to Barbie's story, and a necessary aspect of exploration to truly highlight the importance of individualism and healthy personal exploration.

I want to make clear that I in no way think the treatment of the Kens was just as bad as the treatment of the Barbies. I also still agree that the matriarchy fostered by the Barbies wasn’t good for the Kens.

Additionally, I’m aware that this take on Barbie (2023) works strictly within the assumed heteronormative boundaries of gender. There is a lot of nuance in the Barbie film and I don’t think everything can be covered or explained in on Tumblr post— but I hope this clarification helps!!

I hope you're all coming to your own conclusions and analysis of the film in a way that makes sense to you. And for those of you engaging in online conversations and discourse about it, I hope you're keeping yourself and others happy and safe!!!

Much love to you all!! < 3

#barbie #barbie movie #barbenheimer #Ken #barbie spoilers #barbie discourse #barbie conversations #barbie criticism #barbie 2023 #barbie movie 2023 #matriarchy #patriarchy #heteronormative society

[angelltheninth]

Nsfw degradation with Leona Kingscholar?

He'd be so good at it too.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, degradation kink, power imbalance, clamming bites, dom!Leona, sub!Reader

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: I can't wait for the anime, I think people will either love him or hate him.

You knew the reason behind the soon to be King summoning you into his bedroom. It was the same as any other night, his face holding the same smile and his eyes full of lust. He was already hard which left you thinking how long he'd been touching himself before he asked for you.

You never needed to ask what he wanted, it was always your body, your voice, your company. It was flattering in a way that out of everyone he always asked for you. At this point why wouldn't he? You were clearly highly compatible and you were all too happy to lay in his soft bed and spread your legs in invitation.

"Ah you couldn't wait to get my cock in you could you, slut?" He barked out in cocky laughter while sliding in. "This pussy must have been very lonely without me. But it's what you get for touching yourself without my permission. Did those other ladies tell you how hard I fucked them? Didn't you wish it was you?"

You moaned as he began moving in and out, the loud smacking sounds beginning to echo in the room. "I won't do it again. I promise I'll be good from now on."

"I don't think a little slut like you can keep her hands to herself." Leona let his tail pass over your hip, the soft fluff tickling you and making you wiggle your hips. He pushed forward, cock throbbing against your inner walls. "Think I'll have to make sure you have no reason to touch yourself." He grinned, showing his sharp fangs to you, "Even better I'll fuck you so hard that your won't be able to take being touched afterwards."

Your legs wrapped around his hips, locked around him to pull him closer. Leona licked across your neck, a gesture you've caught him doing before when he was about to hit his peak. But this time was a little different then others, his fangs started pushing against your neck and before you could question him you felt them pierce skin, delivering bolt of pain.

Moments later a new feeling hit, just as intense.

In your confusion you almost didn't notice that he was till fucking you, still driving his cock deep into your cunt, hammering at your inner walls until they started pulsing around him. Your hips jolted upwards uncontrollably as you left your own mark on him, the deep scratches of your nails across his back.

"You belong to me now. I'm the only one who gets to enjoy this pretty body of yours from now on. Do you understand what that means for you?" He pulled out fast, his cum dripping from your pussy, his cock completely covered in the sticky white fluid. He sat back and leaned on his hands, looking at you with expectance. When you didn't seem to get it he pointed down to his still hard cock. "It means you do what I say, when I say it, and in return I'll fuck you until you go stupid from my cock."

His hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you down towards him. "Does that mean you won't call other women anymore?" Your heart dared to flutter with the hope of being his only woman from now on.

"That depends on how good of a job you do. Or are you so selfish that you'd leave your future King unsatisfied?" Leona taunted and watched as your haze seemed to clear quit fast after that. You scrambled to sit in his lap, "You'll make for such a pretty fucktoy." He praised and lifted his hands to cup your tits, lightly massaging them.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and aligned with his cock, teasing yourself with it's tip. "I'll be anything you want. I'll be all yours." Leona's eyes locked onto the bitemark, he smirked as if knowing something he wasn't yet letting on. Whatever it was it could wait until you milked every drop of cum out of his hard cock.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #twisted wonderland imagine #twst imagines #leona x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #leona kingscholar imagine #leona kingscholar fanfic #leona kingscholar x female reader #twst x you #twst x female reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #smut drabble

[luveline]

hi love! i have a request in mind. i read your guidelines and saw you’re not writing smut atm so just want to clarify that that’s not what this is!! i was wondering if you could write something where reader has abnormal pain during sex? and it’s just the conversation either before trying (thinking it will be awful and she’ll get rejected) or right after (and not having bad success for that first time). the reassurance of it would be wonderful to read, especially in your voice! as for the character, i’d love either joel or hotch! whatever comes easier <3 love ya jade

hi lovely, hope this is ok!! fem, 1k

cw suggestive/adult themes, mdni

"Am I doing something you don't like?" Aaron asks quietly. 

You sigh and turn your face from his kiss, skin aflame. It was a matter of time before he read your hesitancy, but you'd hoped to power through. This is the dealbreaker for some guys. You're especially terrified of Aaron's rejection in particular. 

"It's not you," you murmur. 

He drops his hand from your shoulder to your thigh, far from anywhere intimate but a heart-skipping touch regardless. "No?" he asks, matching your murmur. "We don't have to go any further. I misread you, honey. I'm sorry." 

"You didn't. It's… I want to," you say, pitch heightening and weakening at the same time, almost raw. "I really, really want to, but it's–" You look down at his chest. "It's embarrassing." 

"Oh." He clears his throat. "I'm not young. I promise, I know the reality of a woman's body–" 

You laugh unexpectedly, "No need to brag." 

"What I'm trying to say is that I know what real women look like. I'm not expecting you to be a two sheet spread." 

"Aaron, that's really sweet, but it's not what I'm struggling with." 

"Sorry," he says. He rubs your leg gently in apology. He looks embarrassed himself now, an odd expression on him, but reassuring in a way. 

"I have this thing. Sex," —your voice sounds weird, fraught with nerves— "can be really painful for me. Sometimes I can't do it because it hurts, and I don't want to lead you on when it might not, uh, work." 

Aaron holds his silence. You rush to fill it.

"We can still try, I'm not saying I can't have sex with you, I know that for most guys it's not something you want to go without and I get if that means I'm not right for you–" 

Aaron takes your hand. "Hey, wait. Wait. Who says you're not right for me?" 

"I just know sex is a big deal." 

Aaron is full grown, and you should've expected this, but it still shocks you when he speaks without cringing, "I won't tell you I don't enjoy it, but having sex with you isn't the only thing I want from you. Honestly, it probably doesn't make the top one hundred." 

"It's not that I can't…" 

"Right. It hurts?" he asks. 

Emboldened by his question, you squeeze his larger fingers between yours. "Yeah, it can hurt. Not always, but even if we take it slow I can't guarantee I'll enjoy it… The top one hundred, really?" 

Aaron leans down slowly to kiss your cheek. "Really. I don't want to lie to you, I want you. But mostly to make you feel good."  

His tone is quiet, measured, with a hint of hoarseness, and his breath fans warm over your skin. This is the very first time you've had this conversation  and still wanted to try afterward, confident that the partner understands what you're saying. 

"I probably should've told you before." 

"You told me when you were ready, that's all I want from you." He kisses your cheek again, before his arm is woven across your shoulders and your face is hooked into the curve of his neck. "Thank you for letting me know." 

"Aaron–" You laugh, the weight of your small secret finally lifted. "You just said thank you for my putting you in possibly the most awkward situation I could have when ten minutes ago you were giving me a hickey." 

"I think I'm old enough to do both." 

"All this focus on how old you are," you murmur, pressing your lips to his jaw. "You realise I barely think about it?" 

True and untrue. He doesn't feel any older than you when he's kissing you into a tizzy, but he's handled this conversation with immense and reassuring maturity. It is so, so nice to have been able to talk about your problem without shame or disgust in the mix, and nice, too, to know he isn't expecting supermodel perfection under your clothes. 

"I know you don't. It's hard not to think about sometimes, maybe you'll understand when you're older." He chuckles at his own joke as he pulls you close, leaning back in the couch cushions and encouraging you to rest the entirety of your weight on him. "Can I kiss you again?" 

You take his face into your hands and kiss him, careful not to jab his chest with your elbows as you grow closer, closer. It's easier to kiss him knowing that no matter what happens, he doesn't mind. He understands. 

"Thank you," you say against his lips. 

"Stop. It's the very least I'd do for you." He kisses the corner of your mouth, covers your hand on his face with his own. "And… let me be crass, but when you say sex, you don't mean every aspect, do you?" Your eyes close as he pulls your nose against his. "I meant what I said earlier, about making you feel good."  

You huff an amorous laugh, "Not every aspect, no… We can figure it out. Please?" 

"Let's make something very clear, honey. You don't have to say please to me. Not about this." 

It means the world to you that after everything, this mess of conversation and flirting alike, you can wrap your arms around him for a hug and be received like it's the one thing Aaron was waiting for. His arms slide behind your back, one hand curled against the curve of your waist and the other stretched broad between your shoulder blades. 

"If it makes you feel better, I have a mole shaped like Louisiana on my stomach," he mumbles. "I didn't know how to bring it up." 

It's not that funny, but paired with your adrenaline rush and the comfort of his arms, you burst out laughing. Aaron joins in with his high-pitched laugh, so unlike his usual dulcet tone, and that makes it worse. You laugh so much you almost forget what you were doing before. Then he touches the small of your back under your shirt, and you remember. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

[maryonaccross]

Although team green is constantly being framed as the conservative and oppressive religious group it’s interesting how the political statements the characters make speak the absolute opposite.

From “the realm will not accept her” - Otto Hightower, to “out coffers are deep but not endless” and “a true queen counts the coat to her people” - Alicent Hightower, team green characters are the only ones that consistently mention the citizens of Westeros as people to consider at all in political decisions. 

On the other hand TB characters like Viserys never once voice concern over how the decision to name his daughter heir instead of his sons will be perceived by the people ( and never do anything to ensure that it is well perceived ) because he simply does not care. Rhaenyra herself dismisses the idea with “ it doesn’t matter what they think” and clings to this belief more and more as time goes by by refusing to make political alliances with noble houses that would benefit her future rule and even goes as far as to usurp house Velayon with her illegitimate children.

Rhaenyra’s other political statement; “ when I am queen, I will create a new order “ sounded quite impressing and promising watching the show for the first time, however, upon finishing the show, it becomes clear that the order she means to create is simply one where she is above the law and can do as she pleases. It clearly isn’t an order that will give women more rights and power within Westeros as we see her refusing Beala in Rheana their right to Driftmark and explicitly saying that Jace and Baela’s SON will be king. 

TB’s dictator like attitude becomes even more visible in the way that they treat other noble houses. While the greens try to solve the Driftmark succession via a court procession where Vaemond AND Rhaenyra were allowed to speak their turn the blacks solve the conflict by beheading the man defending his family’s rights. Sending a clear message that anyone who opposes them will be silenced the same way. 

This feeling of complete superiority and being above the law is also visible in the way team black and team green allow their children/ younger family members to interact with other people. While Rhaenyra heavily imprints the idea that her children can do no wrong onto them (even when they maim a relative) and never disciplines them for their actions we see Alicent denounce Aegon as her son after hearing what Dyana told her (needless to say Rhaenyra never would have interacted with someone like Dyana who claimed to have been wronged by her sons and probably would have found a way to blame her for it)

The green fraction is also the one that follows the faith of the seven (the religion the other noble houses in the south follow) which automatically makes them closer to the people in comparison to TB that holds on to a religion most of their subjects do not subscribe to.

#pro team green #anti team black #anti team black stans #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #pro alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen

[thesunfyre4446]

ok, so i've been getting a lot of "rhaenyra would never kill her siblings" asks recently.

first of all, no one is saying that rhaenyra WANTS to kill her brothers. but there's just no way that a woman & a bastard can inherit peacefully when 3 legitimate sons (with legitimate sons of their own) exist. this is not how westerosi politics work. the men in power wants to keep the men in power, this is the definition of patriarchy. and i'm not saying that's a good thing - because obvs it's not - but that's the truth. westeros is a patriarchal society.

the lords of westeros - the men in power - wants to preserve the existing order. legitimate sons inherit over daughters, bastards can't inherit. it's important to them because their own power is dependent on this very system. let's say rhaenyra becomes queen, and all of the sudden other firstborn daughters start to stand up and demand to be named heirs to their houses . let's say jace becomes the prince of dragonstone, and suddenly bastards that are older then their legitimate siblings start to demand their rights as well. from our modern pov - that's a great thing, but for the lords of westeros that's literally their worst nightmare.

"but a lot of houses supported rhaenyra". true! i'm not saying every lord in westeros will not accept her, i'm saying some of them def won't, and as long as aegon\aemond\daeron lives, there will always be someone advocating for their rights - and that's dangerous for rhaenyra and her family. so yeah, to protect herself and her children she will 100% kill her brothers. i'm not holding it against her - she's obvs going to care more about her children & herself then her brothers.

"but dorne ..." i feel like GRRM has made it abundantly clear that westeros does not want to become like dorne. dornish people are stereotyped and discriminated against - especially dornish women, that are viewed as promiscuous and are constantly oversexualized. westeros becoming like dorne is def not something westerosi men want.

ironically, jace will have to face the exact same situation with his own brothers aegon and viserys, but i digress.

also, did we forget how easily rhaenyra offered to have her 10yo brother tortured when she felt like her children were in danger? do you guys really believe that she's above murdering to protect them?

#house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #team green #aegon targaryen ii #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #anti viserys i targaryen #jacaerys strong #lucerys strong #joffrey strong #aegon iii targaryen #viserys ii targaryen #pro team green

[semisolidmind]

“he won't say it aloud, but...had it been him who'd been found and tended to by reader, azure couldn't be sure he wouldn't have made the same choice as his brothers.”

…Semi, could I persuade you to make a little something (art, fic, headcanons, whatever you wish) for this concept? Please?

If you’d rather not, totally fine. Please feel free to delete this. No worries!

(this got longer than expected:))

he'd try to persuade her, at first.

after she found him in her backyard, in a crater of his own making having fallen from battle, battered and bleeding, after she brought him into her home and cared for him...

...he'd gotten attached.

the two became close, and as azure got stronger he began to realize that he'd have to go home eventually. he and his brotherhood had a job to do, and he couldn't abandon it to play house. but— but he'd become so used to waking up with reader by his side. he'd learned so much about mortal life while living with her, and his sympathies towards humans had grown.

noone had ever treated him as gently as reader had. even knowing what he is, the potential threat he posed to her, she still saved him. he's eternally grateful for her help. azure doesn't want to leave her behind.

the night he decides to leave, he asks her to leave with him, to go with him to his home in camel ridge.

she declines.

she's fine here, she says. it's a very kind offer, but she doesn't mind her work or her employers, and– and what would a handsome demon lord like him want with a human like her, anyway? he should go and be with his brothers, she says (reader internally panics, she'd hoped this wouldn't happen, she'd hoped those stories about demons kidnapping women were fake, she really really hoped she wasn't about to be stolen and potentially eaten—).

azure pauses, standing silent before her. what he wants with her? he can't give a proper answer to that (at least not in polite company), but he wants to show his gratitude. he wants to at least reward reader for her kindness. please, just go with him, he'll give her a good life, he promises.

but reader declines again, stepping back from him. her eyes betray her growing fear.

azure is silent. the gentle, pleading expression has dissapeared from his face, replaced by a cold dissatisfaction.

he didn't want to do it this way.

but he is a demon. and demons are inherently selfish creatures, no matter what noble lies they choose to live by.

azure steps forward. reader steps back.

please don't, she begs, voice wavering. he doesn't respond.

reader doesn't have time to even scream before azure seizes her by the waist, putting her over one broad shoulder. she beats her fists on his back, kicks wildly against the paw holding down her thighs, begs him please, please don't do this. azure solemnly opens a portal gate with his regained powers, stepping through it, carrying reader back to his home.

–––

some time passes.

once reader has better settled into her role as azure lion's..."companion" ("captive" is more fitting, she thinks. or perhaps "pet"), the demon decides to bring her along to a council meeting at the home of the demon army's leader, the monkey king. azure is unsure what his simian comrade will think of reader, but if his closest brothers could come to accept her place at his side, then perhaps wukong could be convinced as well.

the first meeting goes smoothly. perhaps too smoothly, azure thinks with slight bitterness.

he saw the way wukong looked at his human companion throughout the council. he didn't say much beyond asking her name and purpose, but his interest was clear. azure wrote it off as a simple fascination with a mortal companion; it is fairly uncommon for high-ranking demons to keep humans for much beyond servants or food.

azure continued to bring reader along to their council meetings (unable to leave her at home unsupervised), and the monkey king began to speak with her more and more (occasionally running off with her when he wanted to show her some orchard or village on the mountain, to meet his people... the two would be gone for a while). azure didn't think much of it at first beyond a light sense of caution. however, every time reader laughed at wukongs antics, or followed him away from the group...there was a sting in the lion's chest he would hesitate to identify.

he wasn't sure if the king's friendliness was a ploy to harm reader in some way. wukong was known to dislike humans, having dealt with hunters attempting to capture and kill his ilk more than once. so to see him take an avid interest in reader, to seek out her company after the meetings were over and the brotherhood took time for leisure ... azure wasn't sure what to make of it. the infamous monkey king, known for his cruelty, determination, and bloodlust— befriending a human woman.

it sounded ridiculous, even as azure watched it happen before him.

however, when wukong himself approached the lion demon to none-too-subtley ask that he give reader up, the absolute madness of it all struck him.

wukong, in his winding roundabout way, suggests that azure allow reader to stay on flower fruit mountain. see, she and wukong have been talking; she obviously loves it here, she's here all the time during meetings anyways, and she's clearly gotten attached to the monkey citizens... sooooo why not just let her stay? not like there's much for her on camel ridge, he says flippantly.

oh, and not to mention the fact that reader doesn't seem to be all that attached to azure anyway. oh she's his friend, maybe, but that's it. just following him around, speaking when spoken to. she's clearly dissatisfied with her placement. at least wukong plans on wooing her properly; he'll make her his queen, not just a glorified pet.

azure has to restrain the thunderous growl that wants to escape his grit fangs at this absolutely ludicrous suggestion. the jealousy that's been bubbling in his chest begins to seep through to his words. wukong can't just, just—demand reader from him! he hates that he has to word it this way, but he took reader fair and square. finders keepers, by demonic rule. the answer is a resounding no, and a "polite" request that the monkey never bring it up again.

a moment of silence, the two demons staring each other down—before wukong seemingly shrugs it off. oh well, he sighs. so be it.

wukong walks away, calm as can be, not even an aggravated twitch of his tail to indicate his true feelings.

but azure's hackles are raised. he knows wukong well enough to know that he hasn't actually dropped this.

the monkey king is simply biding his time.

---

after azure's vehement refusal, wukong rolls his shoulders and sighs. he tried asking nicely, but if azure won't play fair, then neither will the monkey king.

besides, he's more of a "ask for forgiveness, not permission" kinda guy anyways (and he doesn't expect forgiveness). later on that evening, he signals to macaque (who has also grown quite fond of reader, though more secretively) that it's time to roll out plan b.

because y'know, wukong's been thinkin.' maybe his and azure's interests haven't exactly been lining up lately, and not just in the reader department. the monkey king has noticed that azure and his allies have been changing their minds about this whole conquesting on earth business. they want to pool their forces and take on heaven.

now, wukong knows a thing or two about that, and he knows that even with all the might of the demon armies at their disposal, azure and the gang stand about three quarters of a chance. it doesn't help that the original brotherhood members (namely peng and yellowtusk) have been getting kinda uppity lately.

so, why not hit two birds with one stone? or in this case...one bird, one elephant, and one lion.

wukong has macaque take a lil' trip down to the underworld to steal the scroll of memory, an artifact that allows one to trap anyone in a hell of their own making. the darker-furred demon makes quick work of the assignment.

the monkey king and the six-eared macaque then pay the lords of camel ridge a little visit to announce their...severance from the demon alliance.

---

reader wakes up in an unfamiliar bed.

or rather, an unfamiliar...pile of pillows and blankets? in a pit? in the floor? it's surprisingly comfortable all things considered.

however, a drowsy look around the room tells her this is most definitely not the den of her feline captor, and she certainly isn't in her chambers at the palace in camel ridge; the presence of greenery inside the room clued her in there. her nerves began to rise. where is she?

her question is partially answered by wukong pushing his way inside the room, macaque in tow (both are dressed far more casually than normal, wearing simple pants and robes that she's never seen them in). reader startles, scooting back as they move closer. the boys step into the pit and sit across from her. the two simian demons wish reader good morning and ask how she slept.

reader is too stunned to answer.

macaque laughs at the expression on her face, a fond look overcoming his own as he takes in her sleep-disheveled appearance. you're in the royal chambers in the stone palace, to answer your question, he says. he's sure she wants answers about how she came to be here, and he's about to speak when wukong excitedly talks over him.

something has happened to azure and his brothers, he says. it must have, because the king and the general found reader knocked out in a peach grove not far from the entrance to water curtain cave. they brought her inside, of course, but were unable to wake her. perhaps a sleep spell, macaque suggests.

when the monkeys went to investigate camel ridge, they could find no sign of the brotherhood. the warlords admit they have no idea what could have become of their allies, but insist that reader must stay with them until this mystery is solved. she doesn't mind, right? she'll be well taken care of here, and she's more than welcome to stay in the royal chambers (she'll want the two monkey demons to keep her warm, after all the stone palace can get so cold at night—). the monkey citizens will be excited to see her, they'll be glad to hear she's staying. it'll be great! wukong happily assures.

reader admittedly isn't... unhappy about this arrangement. she doesn't want to be rude, but flower fruit mountain is much more hospitable than the lifeless sandstone of camel ridge. quite frankly she's come to prefer the company of wukong and macaque over her once captor, and the friendly mountain residents over two impassive demon lords.

if reader had to choose into whose hands her chain and collar would be placed—she could think of many worse than these two.

#bad end wukong #twice as bad au #lion's den au

[blackgirl0nline]

Feyd Rautha- “Warrior Sexuality”

Exploring the intimate effects of culture through a focused analysis of Dune Part Two

CW: discussion of Feyd Rautha’s abuse at the hands of his uncle 

In “Ur-Fascism” (Eternal Fascism) by Umberto Eco there is a paragraph on fascist sexuality that I think applies to Feyd Rautha

First, a minor note that I’m not exactly saying the Harkonens are fascistic only that this comparison came about because of the black sun that the Harkonen homeworld (Geidi Prime) orbits, which produces a black-and-white world of harsh politics where only those cruel enough to grasp power are rewarded.

This is a world where you are either powerful or weak- and to gain that power you must be harshly cruel. Additionally, this is a slave culture with a clear and degraded underclass whose lives are on the line every second of their existence in the Harkonen sphere. This is a warrior culture with cruelty at its heart. So how is Feyd Rautha’s sexuality informed by this setting? 

Eco says, “since both permanent war and heroism are difficult games to play, the Ur-Fascist transfers his will to power to sexual matters,” So, Eco is focusing on the transfer of cruelty from the political to the most intimate realm. From the most public sphere to the private. 

He goes on to say “This is the origin of machismo (which implies both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality).” Notice this disdain is why Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam even sends Margot Fenring in the first place. Mohaim is a motherly figure. That Feyd murdered his mother (with seemingly no consequences) implies a very degraded place for women in this society

Consider there are no non-slave Harkonen women we can see. No wives, mothers, sisters. Only the Benegesserit- with their independent power are unharmed. Feyd still holds a knife to Lady Fenring’s neck, she still has to prove herself powerful enough to overtake him.

This is the only way normative sex happens on Geidi Prime- one partner must overpower the other. Love cannot exist here- as it necessitates an interpersonal equality of partners. Even a parent-child love is not possible. Feyd must kill his mother, the same way he almost kills his brother and threatens to kill his uncle.

This is also the reason for his “sexual vulnerability” from the books due to his uncle abusing him. The kiss he forces on his uncle should not be seen as loving. All Harkonen sexuality is domination. Attempting to gain power over his uncle in the same way he abused Feyd.

Eco finishes with “Since even sex is a difficult game to play, the Ur-Fascist hero tends to play with weapons — doing so becomes an ersatz phallic exercise.” 

Here I bring your focus on Feyd's knives and his seeming ecstasy in fighting. He caresses his knives and licks them. There is something almost overtly sexual about his relationship with them. They’re introduced in the same scene as his cannibal harpies.

Off topic but are the cannibal harpies also sexually involved with Feyd? He calls them his “darlings” offers them gruesome gifts, and they seem to lounge in a sort of happiness?

They still take on the position of pets, they’re dressed the same, look the same, and never speak like the other slaves. But they seem prized in a sense. They eat human flesh- and so perhaps possess their own deadliness - and from that earn Feyd’s… adoration? Food for thought.

But the “ersatz phallic exercise” is first practiced in the scene when he offers his "darlings" flesh. There are many coital details before the battle. Consider the black paint across his naked body. Showing off his form as a vehicle for war. Nothing carnal is far from brutality.

Even his seduction by Margot Fenring- that he threatens her with that phallic object- that she says he “craves pain” right after he faces the Gom Jabar. There is some sort of sadomasochistic itch. Lastly, consider the intimacy of battle. When he fights the “last Atreides.” Seeing that his opponent is not drugged, he removes his shield. He makes himself vulnerable (also notice the slightly vulvic entrance to the arena like he’s participating in something vital/ sexual).

Perhaps because he craves pain, and the threat of an equal opponent is made more exciting if that equal opponent can equally harm him (note at the end how close the two are as Feyd holds him to his chest- the smile and wink in at his opponent the refusal of outside interference).

In conclusion, Feyd participates in Umberto Eco’s “ersatz phallic exercise,” as a natural extension of Harkonen cruelty infecting every sphere. That’s also why I found this post especially true to the character there is something very inherently sexual about Feyd’s relation to fighting.

Thanks to my Twitter mutuals who asked me to put this in a more readable format, so I got to clear up some spelling and punctuation errors in the original thread.

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[captain-barnes-writes]

unrequited (charles leclerc)

Summary: When Charles doesn’t seem to feel the same, but she keeps going back anyway. 

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem! Reader

Warning: ANGST, smut, sexual content, Toxic situationship, Unrequited love a little I guess hehe.

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Word Count: 1.4k

Not proofread

She would want nothing but to meet Charles’ eyes as their hips joined together in the heat of passion, yet he would almost always avoid them. As if wanting to convince himself that the woman whose flesh was underneath him wasn’t the one he really wanted. He was utterly cruel and she was helpless, so much that she was always at his disposal.

The word no didn’t exist in her vocabulary when it came to him. He held a type of existential power that seized her entirely, overpowered any and every form of resistance she could ever put up.

His fingers slipped over the expanse of her ass, the taut flesh soft and freckled with imperfections that he often found himself praising, his fingers holding onto her. He held Y/N tightly, large hands cupping the full flesh of her behind as his hips pistoned heavily inside her.

Charles would say how much he loved touching her, would implore for her to tell him she was his and his only. And she would let the words fall from her lips within a second because for her it was the truth. It rang so heavy in the room, the words swirling about them holding entirely different meanings for the both of them.

For him it meant that her body, during those acts that they ventured on at least, belonged to him.

For her, her entire body and soul belonged to him. He just didn’t understand the depth the lust-filled words were laced with. Something he probably would never quite come to know.

And she would never ask for him to say the same. To tell her that he was hers because she knew that he would say it without thinking but wouldn’t mean it at all. The lie would destroy her. It would be seared into her skin reminding her that even though his hands couldn’t keep away from her body, his heart didn’t quite belong to her .

She was loud with his unforgiving movements. Clear frustration written not only on his face but the way he handled her that night. She knew what it was, the grand prix hadn’t gone so well for him. Days when his career would take a hit, she’d be the one there for him no matter what. It was mostly those days he would call her, tell her he’d pick her up or that he’d be at her place in 10. She knew how wrong it was, putting her pride at her feet for a few hours of his attention. To be used and discarded as if she was absolutely nothing.

It was quite pitiful the way she let him have such a hold on her. The way he could blatantly ignore her, pursue other women all the meanwhile clearly knowing there was that one person whose affection for him was visible even from a distance.

She thought how he didn’t share the same affection. That it wasn’t mutual.

It angered her so much that her skin crawled at the thought that she would possibly never be enough for him. Good enough to warm his bed, to crawl on his lap & savor the taste of his tongue but never to remain there longer than a few hours. Because when the sun would rise, he would too. Off the bed he’d rise and leave her bare; naked and alone with an abundance of love that spilled at the seams for Charles Leclerc.

Her skin felt hot and raw as the palm of his hand came down on her flesh. It continuously came down on her skin, and she knew it would bruise within hours. He was harsh and the sting of his palm caused tingles that only pushed her towards that one finish line he could get her to so easily. Her insides were pulsing with the rough strokes he was indignantly giving her. Rough and sensual, the way they always did it.

“You feel so fucking good against my cock.”

“Yeah, baby?” She answered back in breathy moans.

Calling him baby came so easily to her. It felt natural and right and to him it seemed as if the heat of the moment always pulled such words from her. Words that could be strictly for partners, people who are given a space in somebody’s life and yet she called him tender names as he sank inside her.

It was fucked up that way, the way she harbored such feelings for someone who only loved what she had to offer between her thighs and saw nothing more from her.

He didn’t see the gleam in her eyes as he undressed her. As he removed her lace panties and her hands buried themselves in his hair while his teeth took hold of the thin material to move down her soft legs. She was puddy in his hands, melting as he ruined her whole being with the violence of his movements.

Her upper body fell to the plushness of the bed with a thud as both her arms were pulled back. He locked them both behind her back wanting to hold complete control. Her being on all fours, body a puddle on the bed and his frame behind her already meant he held control over their sexual acts but without her hands she had nothing to hold onto in the midst of his thrusts.

Her breathy moans turned loud and her skin started to feel even hotter. Everything felt so raw and her skin itched to feel more of him. To kiss him and hold him, to sink her nails down onto his skin. To latch her lips onto his neck and leave her mark there to show that she was with him. That he belonged to her. But really, he was hers for a few hours and then he’d go back to being nothing.

Their skin slapped together as he pulled her arms further back, his dick sinking deeper inside with her being on all fours. She was pushed further into the bed, her back curving leaving way for him to watch as he fucked her. He loved it like this—her being unable to do anything but take it. She was reduced to mere loud moans, escaping past her lips without her consent. He was the only man who could have her this way, to tire her out this way and it made her want him more.

“Fuck baby, like that.” Charles breathed out when her hips began moving to complement the rough movements he was giving her. The soft skin of her ass met his pelvis and he reached places inside her that rendered her weak. She felt breathless, body shuddering as his hips continued moving forward hitting that one spot inside her that made her feel delirious. And when his hand slithered to find her clit, his fingers rubbing the skin there slowly, just the way she liked it and just the way he knew would have her body spasming when she reached that finality.

She came hard.

Her breathy moans filled the room as his movements became sloppy and his hands took to squeezing her hips to push her back on him harder. He could feel his own release coming, head falling back as he continued chasing what he knew would leave him drained. Within seconds, his stomach spasmed, pulling himself out of her for the ropes of cum to land messily on her ass. The liquid was hot on her skin, dripping downwards until it met her sensitive lips and some landed on the bed.

She felt Charles shift behind her, moving upwards to place a kiss on her upper back. Little things that made her keep coming back, moments like those after having fucked each other raw, kisses so gentle for the first time during their whole encounter.

So much wishful thinking.

In the early hours of the morning, she could feel the soft shift of the bed as he moved to change and be on his way out.

It was always like this.

They’d fall asleep together, but she’d wake up to an empty bed. And she felt even emptier when she’d wake up right when he’d be changing and she’d pretend to sleep just to not have the awkward exchange of saying goodbye to somebody whom she wished chose to stay with her.

At times she could feel his lips on her forehead, ghosting there or on the top of her head or whatever part of her body that wasn’t wrapped in the sheets. A miniscule kiss—a little souvenir, a parting gift. Not a goodbye, but as a present that would fill her with hope until the next time they’d meet.

I need to stop writing angst filled pieces 💀🤣 but I CAN’T! I thrive off it lmao

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[matan4il]

Daily update post:

As Hamas is losing its military grip on northern Gaza, more people begin to voice their criticism of it publicly. It's not a tsunami by any means, but it's more than most people dared to do before. Here are just a few examples:

I keep mentioning Hezbollah attacking Israel from Lebanon. This is the damage caused to one Israeli army post guarding our northern border, when it was attacked yesterday:

There's talk about a hostage deal, but it's still not clear if it will be approved by Israel's war cabinet. I'll say this, the initial talk was about Hamas releasing 100 hostages. Then it dropped to 70. Now the deal seems to be about 50 hostages (Hamas claims it would need to find out and gather the hostages it's not holding itself for it to be more). Israel asked for all the kids and mothers to be released, it was its own demand. There are 39 kids in Gaza, they will not all be released in a deal for the exchange of just 50 people.

How do you leave kids behind, in captivity? How do you release babies without their mothers? Mothers without their kids? Grandmothers without their families? But that's what Hamas is forcing Israel to choose.

In exchange, Israel is said to be releasing somewhere between 200 and 300 prisoners. And I can't help thinking about the fact that all of the death and destruction that has befallen both Israelis and Palestinians since Oct 7 has been under the leadership of Yahya Sinwar, a man who was in an Israeli prison in the past, and released in 2011 in a hostage exchange deal. He's aided by others who were also released in the same deal. Who knew back then that by freeing one Israeli hostage, we were dooming so many people in the not too distant future?

And of course, there's the question of how reliable Hamas is. Everyone estimates that it might employ tricks, to try and force the temporary stop in the fighting to continue? The one thing I've heard practically everyone agree on, even the families of the hostages say this, that they don't want the release of hostages to come at the cost of Hamas staying in power, and continuing to endanger every single Israeli civilian, meaning every single women, every single elderly person, every single kid in Israel.

Impossible choices.

Here's the story of Hamid, an Israeli Muslim Arab, whose wife was murdered on Oct 7, and who chose to risk his life, and the life of his baby boy, in order to save several soldiers from Hamas terrorists.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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[raayllum]

Anyway time to talk about the 6x03 poem:

As many others have speculated judging by the map, Captain Skall made her way to Hook named after her, and then "as east she sailed into waters so deadly and cold" in the Frozen Shards, her ship eventually being stuck and meeting her doom there.

With that out of the way, I want to talk about other pieces of info, why this might be the poem for 6x03 specifically, and where I think Skall may fit timeline wise:

"From the isles without name" makes me think of the Independent Isles in between Evenere and Katolis.

"sailing north, she called herself free" makes me feel feral with Callum (and Rayla) doing the same in hopes of freeing Callum from Aaravos' grasp by destroying the prison

"Through forests and flowers, past the uneven towers" clearly symbolizes Katolis, indicating that Skall lived once most of the human kingdoms had been established, and thereby post-Exile/Exodus.

"Skall hungered for glory, she wanted a story / they’d tell it long after she died". Routinely we see a desire for glory / worthiness / power described as hunger ("Hungry for knowledge and power" / "But that small taste left some humans hungry—starved, even—for a better path. An easier path. And thus Elarion became the birthplace of a new form of magic, a shortcut to primal power: dark magic"). This also comes into seeking a legacy.

"So with winter wind’s blowing / she sailed north, forgoing / a man who’d have made her his bride". This is where we see the poem take a more negative slant in a few ways. The first is winter, wind, and north, setting up a future unfortunate turn of events. This is also the first mention of Skall having something else in her life other than adventure and something she had to subsequently abandon. While the end of the poem is much more on her side of feelings, "forgoing" does mean "renouncing; sacrificing or giving up" something that is more positive.

"Alone in the cold, yet ever so bold" again adds to the more negative feeling the poem is building, as boldness is in the contrast with "alone in the cold" that's overall negative and maintaining a bit more of an upkeep. Likewise, we see the return of the wind with an even more negative connotation in wailing in the following stanza: "And oh, winter wailed / as east she sailed / into waters so deadly and cold". We see the return of cold but also the change into things being 'deadly' (although there were still hints of danger earlier, as 'bold' indicates).

"Then came the ice, and trapped in its vise" The cold finally catches up to her, and we see ice return as a form of entrapment (2x06, 3x08, 3x09, 5x04, 5x06, 5x08). Most interestingly, "vise" is a tool with closable jaws for clamping things. Maybe the ice is magical, or the jaw of a great (the dragon we've seen in the trailer) creature?

"And while she found peace / she wished that, at least / she’d told him she loved him, always". While the poem ends on a somewhat bittersweet end (at death but at peace), we do see that Skall died with a final regret to the man she could've wed but left instead.

Or you could say, a last wish.

Either way, the poem paints a rather grim journey: going North didn't hold the same freedom and achievements that Skall hoped for, and instead led to entrapment, separation, and death.

That said: there's a few Rayllum-y things I think we can glean from this poem, for starters:

1) The episode will likely have a strong focus on Callum and Rayla sailing to and/or through the Frozen Sea on whatever ship they're planning to use to get there. This leaves 6x02 "Love, War, and Mushrooms" more open to either explore other plot lines or another pit stop in their journey (like say, the Silvergrove)

2) The poem itself has pretty clear Rayllum parallels, specifically in TDP's continual gender subversion of the women who puts other things above her romantic relationship, even if it's likewise seen as a sacrifice. Rayla left Callum in order to protect him/the world from Viren, even if that meant damaging their relationship, and Skall puts her desire for glory and adventure over presumably a more settled married life at home. (Excuse me while I scream over "forgoing a man who'd have made her his bride.")

3) The poem likewise has some parallels to Rayla's "Dear Callum" letter specifically. There are wishes expressed of the leaving party, a desire to have made feelings more plain that Callum reiterates in 5x04 when they think they're about to die ("I hope you know—" "I know"), and most notably, a parallel to the always mention:

she wished that, at least she’d told him she loved him, always.

But, if it does—if you feel that soft aching—know that that piece of your heart isn’t missing. It’s not missing at all, Callum: I’m carrying it with me! Always. I love you. I love you so much.

4) All this bodes quite well for 6x03 being an episode with a big Rayllum moment in it — perhaps even their Big "You Finally Came Back" Talk — especially since there's not much else to (presumably) happen on a ship if they're just travelling somewhere (and not being pursued this time).

Episode Speculation (a summary / misc thoughts)

Callum and Rayla travelling to the Frozen Sea

Big Talk happens

+ potential love confession / reaffirmation?

They reach the other end of the Frozen Sea

Maybe fight the big dragon from the video game teaser we see with Rayla (like Skall, she has literal hooks = blades) whose guarding or in their way to the Starscraper? Could account for the jaws and maybe the ice

One of them is worried and/or has a moment of thinking the other person is hurt/injured bc of said dragon fight?

Maybe some Aaravos backstory in his lost love (although like I said, I don't think it's Skall exactly — I still think the likeliest names are Elara-adjacent or Kalik)

Episode Title Speculation (in about this order):

The Frozen Sea

By River and Sea

Always (this would be my personal favourite and i would never stop screaming)

#tdp #the dragon prince #analysis series #the english major strikes again #tdp meta #analysis #rayllum #s6 spoilers #tdp spoilers #6x03 #s6 speculation #predictions #+ bonus 'i love you with all of myself. i always will' & 'you know i'm always here for you right?' #it's been a long time since i've sat down to analyze a poem so this is fun

[sukuna-darling]

Sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

reading time ⥂ 20 minutes/5.4k

prompt┆ requested by anonymous ⥂ heyyy can i request some toji oneshot about his degradation + praise kink at the same time and also breeding kink?🤤 that man have these kind of kink altogether lmao, and followed by an aftercare if its possible

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, fluff, heavy aftercare is always needed after intense scenes for not only sub but for the dom as well, light angst, jealous!possessive!toji, painslut!reader, established relationship, bdsm, heavy daddy/princess/baby girl, light mommy/good boy, degrading praise with some humiliation, breeding w talk of pregnancy, mirror sex, size kink/too big, no prep, knife/blood, carving, collar/leash, biting, making out, manhandling, reassurance, encouragement, choking, painal, switching between holes - toji had you clean for it, mind break, safe work check, some cnc/fear play/power play, buzzed whilst fucking, squirting, forced orgasm

all works

Tugging on the leash, the collar chokes you whilst it digs into your throat. Tightening your grasp on the edge of the bed. A strangle cry of “Dad-!” Slips past your puffy lips, still throbbing from Toji’s bites.

Toji snaps, “Stay still! We cant’s have Daddy’s little slut getting her tramp stamp messed up.” Slowly twirling the knife whilst forcing it deeper to make the circle for the i of his name.

Admiring his handy work, his name in big letters on your back. Toji’s cock throbs as more blood trickles from the cuts on your back. Whilst he holds the knife up.

Your cut up back, baring his name making his heart pound. And his thoughts cloud with lust. Having you at his mercy collared, begging for him with fat tears rolling down his cheeks awakens a sickening sadistic need.

The red so beautiful against color of your skin. It’s almost as lovely as the color of your pussy lips, and hole when spit open by his pale cock.

He groans, “Look at yourself! You’re nothing but my beautiful pathetic cock sleeve.” Toji wraps the chain leash around his hand, yanking on it. Forcing you to arch your back, your tits pushing outwards.

Giving you a view of a women with a chest covered in bites, cuts and a little bit of blood. With mascara running down from her her cheeks. Whilst a large man straddles her thighs, with a wide feral grin on his face. And a frightening insatiable hunger in his dark eyes.

Dragging the knife up your back whilst groaning, “Cornering you, pinning you down, ripping you’re clothes off and forcing you to take my fat cock in your tiny holes just to make you scream and beg me to stop because I’m too big for you to handle.” The collar slackens, air rushes into your burning lungs. Whilst you pant grabbing the soft blanket underneath.

Moaning to you, “Fuck! I love that shit more than you know. I don’t have to hide what a dirty old pervert I am not to you. Since you’re a cock hungry slut.” Your back stings whilst your pussy throbs. Catching your breath and whining,

“Daddy’s too much, scary and angry.” He sets the knife to side, roughly smacking both of your cheeks.

Toji says, “I want to hear you beg me to stop. Whilst I fuck your pussy till she is gapping, dripping my cum and hurting. The overwhelming need to bruise and break your body. It’s maddening how rough I want to get to you, having to watch my own strength so I don’t break your holes.”

Despite how much you trust Toji fear fills your body. Adrenaline rushes through you as a overwhelming mind clouding need to run. Whilst your arousal makes you want to beg for more.

The contrasting want and need tightening within you for dominance. Whilst Toji slides two of his fingers up your slit. Scooping as much of your slick as he can, spreading his fingers in front of your face, clear slick strings in between.

Toji says, “You’re so wet for me.”Stuffing both his fingers into your mouth. Adding, “You can’t help but be beautiful. The love bites on your neck faded since I was gone so long.” Gagging on Toji’s fingers when he presses them deeper into your throat.

He says, “You looked so pouty trying to get him to go away. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed someone else thought they had a chance.” Smearing your slick on your tongue with his rough large fingers. Both of his fingers filling your mouth.

Toji grunts, “You can be a good girl and let Daddy take his anger out on both your holes. You’re doing so good already, all you have to do is take my fat cock.” Slipping his fingers out of your mouth. The taste of yourself mixing with the lingering taste of Toji’s pre-cum on.

You say, “I don’t want him, only you Daddy! You fuck me mindless daddy then kiss me better afterwards and I love it so much. I can’t get enough. Even if I have to wait weeks for you to come home. The thought of you is better than being with someone else.”

Grabbing his cock, smearing your spit over his veiny cock. Which hangs between your legs, his fat tip having made a wet spot on the blanket.

Yanking in the leash pulling your head up, Toji groans, “You’re so hot babydoll, I love you so damn much my beautiful little whore.” Picking up his knife, pressing the tip into your cheeks. Digging it deep enough that warm blood trickles down the curve of your cheek.

Lessening the pressure before dragging the knife along the curve of your cheek. Dragging the tip along your pussy lips, whine, “I love you too Daddy. Can’t wait to feel your cock my toys and fingers are so boring. I missed you too much.” Flicking his wrist and cutting your cheek.

Toji says, “I can see your pussy clench when I cut your ass. What the fuck is wrong with you? Getting off on being cut. I guess that’s why you’re so perfect for a sicko like me.” Tossing his knife onto the bed and letting go of the leash.

Grabbing your hips and lifting your ass in the air. He spits between your cheeks twice. The second glob missing, sliding it down your crack to your hole.

Toji tells you. “I need to make sure she feels me tomorrow. Even if it feels like you’re going to snap. You are going to take it as hard as I want to give it. And you’re going to enjoy it, thank me for it even.”Crossing your arms under your head, arching your back for Toji. His large height making it to where you have to angle your hips up. His hips are too high for you not to.

Telling Toji, “Thank you for choosing me to be your personal cock sleeve. I love when you cum in me or on me. Give me every last drop of your cum. Please daddy! I only want you!” Nudging your lips apart with his cock head.

It’s been five years yet Toji’s massive size has only become more overwhelming. His aggressive work-outs and line of work making him bulkier. With thicker arms and undeniable man tits, which he had to admit to having.

His broad chest giving to a slimmer waist, with a eye catching v. Leading down to a short patch of dark hair and a thick cock and heavy low hanging balls. Which is dangerous like the rest of him.

Toji’s ankle-wide, splitting girth with a gut reaching length leaves your holes gapping every time. And his balls fat enough to smother you when he rest them on your face.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks, and your voice breaks a little as you say, “I want to be a good girl for you. Please make your self feel good with your slut’s glory holes.” Toji lines himself up with your pussy.

Toji says, “So many people have looked at me with fear. I never thought I would see that look on your pretty face. Or that I would love it so much.” His degrading praise pushing you to want to behave for him.

Rubbing your asscheeks, his hands glide up your sides. Dragging his large hands down your back, smearing your blood. The burning of your back becomes a satisfying stinging. Clenching around nothing, the overwhelming want to have his heavy cock inside becoming painfully frustrating.

Picking up the leash, wrapping it around his hand. Tugging on your collar whilst forcing his cock deep inside. Your body goes limp whilst his cock head hits your cervix.

Whimpering, “Daddy please take it easy on me! I’m still not used to how big you are! My pussy is going to break.” Fresh tears drip down your cheeks.

Toji says, “Your pussy is tighter when you’re scared of me. It doesn’t even matter how tight you get I’m strong enough to make you take my thick cock however I like.” Slipping some of him out, grabbing his knife by the handle.

Dragging the tip along the skin between your pussy and asshole. Whilst he cups your cheek, the chain leash cold against your cheeks. Trailing the knife along the curve of your cheeks.

He says, “Your pussy is getting wetter, with your slick dripping down my balls. Stop lying to yourself saying you don’t want this. That you don’t need Daddy to fuck your mindless.” Toji stay still, your soft squishy walls quivering around him. Whilst you trembling, breathing hard as you try to handle him.

Dragging the knife along the side of your thigh, making a long shallow cut. Whilst you writhe underneath him trying to get away. The collar around your neck and his tight hold on the leash keeping you from moving far.

Every time you slide your hips off, relieving the intense pressure in your gut. Toji yanks you back with the harsh tug on the leash. “All sluts like you need to be fucked like one. Don’t worry your pussy will get used to me. After all, I’m already balls deep inside you.” He chuckles.

Cooing to you, “It’s so adorable watching you struggle trying to get away from me. Maybe I should let you run from me in some woods. I can chase you down with a big knife. Pin you to the trees and make you scream my name. No one could hear you. We wouldn’t have to worry about the cops being called.”

Sobbing to Toji, “I can’t! No, stop!” Tugging on the leash, the collar digs into your neck cutting you off. While Toji mocks you,

“No! Stop! I can’t! What are you going to do about it? Cry and tremble some more as your pussy gets wetter. You’re such a dirty slut that you are getting off on this.” Your pussy quivers around Toji’s cock.

Toji drops the knife onto the bed. Leaning over your body. Your head pressing against his chest. His large massive size and some of his weight pressing on your body whilst his cock is deep inside you.

He says. “Be more honest with yourself, tell me I don’t need to hold back. Cry about how you love it when Daddy gets so turned on by you he can’t help but take what want he wants from his slut.” It didn’t matter how long he stayed still your pussy couldn’t prepare for the way his cock tugs your pussy when he rolls his hips back.

Crying tears blurring your vision of Toji and yourself in the mirror. Begging Toji, “Daddy, you’re too much for me to handle. Please. Please stop moving. You’re cock is too heavy and thick inside me and I-I- fuck please! I can’t fight you off Daddy it isn’t fair!”

He grunts, “You’re tighter when you’re scared of me.” The heaviness of his cock, whilst he drags his cock out. Every fat vein is so prominent, you can feel his thickest vein pulse.

Toji sits up, pausing with the his fat tip spreading your hole. Your lips wrapping around his length, groaning, “Princess you’re bleeding. It’s making your cream pink. Cry for me to stop some more. Better yet try to stop me, take your messy princess glory hole off Daddy’s cock. Most of it’s already out.”

You can’t move your body is too heavy.

He chuckles before cooing, “Adorably pathetic aren’t you, telling me to stop whilst your pussy gets wetter. You like it when big men bully you don’t you? It makes you wet every time I pick on you doesn’t it?” Every harsh slap of your hips jolts your body forward.

The collar and leash pulling you back towards his massive body. Toji moans, “A dirty slut like you get off when getting used. But fuck your pretty little sobs of not being able to take it despite.” His cock slips out and his head pushes against your other slicked up hole.

He groans, “Your daddy forcing his fat cock into your beautiful ass. The way you got your pretty body in that tiny dress I haven’t seen.” You had told him it was a gift from a friend. Not that Toji cared.

Crying to Toji, “Wrong hole Daddy! You can’t fuck! AHNNNN DADDY PLEASE! NO.” His cock spreads your hole open inch by inch. The white hot burning, consuming, sobbing,,

“No! No! Too tight, won’t fit it hurts too much! Daddy’s cock is too big to fit inside my ass!” Whilst trembling underneath him.

He spits, the glob hitting where just his tip is spreading the tight ring of your hole. Toji says, “It’s fucked up how much this is getting me off. Your sobs of pain, the tears in your eyes, slicked up pussy and asshole, you are too much fun not to fuck.” With every word he thrusts come faster, harsher.

Toji’s heavy balls hit your pussy. Loud wet smacks and his heavy, loud groans. He smears the mix of your slick and his spit inside of you with every roll of his hips.

Grabbing your waist, whilst pulling on the leash. The collar pressing on the bruise around your throat. Which you are going to have a hell of a time covering up.

Toji groans, “You’re ass is so tight it’s pulling with my cock. Whilst your pussy drools on my fat balls sack. It’s so full of cum I could fill your ass up and have enough for a second fat load for your pussy.”Slapping your ass roughly, the chains wrapped around his wrists adding more weight to his hits.

Pulling you up by the collar around your neck. Your blood, stinging back against Toji’s chest. You look so helpless in the mirror, bloody, sweaty and crying. Whilst held against Toji’s massive bloody body.

Grabbing your hips, using his hold to slide you up and down his cock. He groans, “Feels so fucking good taking your ass how I want.” Reaching around and rubbing your clit.

A fiery ache consumed your whole body. Whilst intense pleasure cuts through the fiery pain. Toji pushes all four of his thick fingers past your lips, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

Calloused rough fingers rub your sensitive spot building the pressure in your gut faster than you can comprehend. The loud slick wet sounds of Toji finger fucking your pussy turning you on more.

Moaning to Toji, “Daddy! Too much!” His fat cock roughly rubbing your soft walls. Whilst every upward grind of his hips at the end of every thrust stirs your guts.

His thick cock and fat fingers stretches the skin between both holes thin. As pain and pleasure fight for dominance with you. Whilst you switch between fighting the sensations and soaking in them.

Grabbing Toji’s thick veiny arm, digging your nails in and trying to tug his hand away. Whilst whining, “It’s too much. Stop, give me a moment to fuck can’t think. Please it’s too much for me to ughh uh uh daddy daddy!” Panic arises within you as you fight against the intense pressure. Which threatens to devour you and leave you shaking.

Toji coos, “Is daddy too much for his princess? Huh you can’t handle this cock? Am I too big for you?” Dragging his nails up your side.

Smirking whilst asking, “But didn’t you beg for me all the way home? Even sucked my cock despite people driving next to us watching at the stoplight.” You couldn’t help yourself. His half hard cock straining against his sweatpants is too mouthwatering.

It wasn’t even five minute into the car ride you were rubbing his outline. Whilst begging to have his cock in your mouth to calm him down. And he gave in within seconds.

Pumping his fingers faster, whilst rubbing your clit “Who is a dirty pervert gets off from having their ass fucked? Say it!” He drops the leash to slap you across the face when you don’t answer face enough.

Grabbing a hand full of your hair, and climbing off the bed. His hold on your hair, hand in your pussy and ass in your cock holding you off the floor. Whilst he walks up to the mirror.

Toji harsh thrusts and his hand holding your pussy gliding your ass along his cock faster. Whilst he grunts, “Look at yourself! Tell me who is the cock whore who is getting off on this dirty old man’s cock.”

Moaning, “slow down can’t! No! Please! Uhhnn daddy! Please I can’t! I CAN’T.” Clawing at his arm desperately, unable to touch the floor, to grab onto anything else. Or to push away from him to help you fight against the pressure building too quickly between your legs.

Toji is intoxicating consuming, dominating. And in his intensity you are losing all sense of self. Whilst you slick trickles down your thighs, creating a wet spot on the floor.

Letting go of your hair and grabbing your thigh, lifting your leg up. He groans, “I can’t get over your pussy take my fingers. And I can’t get enough of seeing my cock sink deeper into your ass. Inch by inch baby I love making you take more than you can handle.”

Toji keeps rubbing your special spot and stroking your clit. Whilst you shake, your eyes rolling back. As he prolongs the your high, refusing to let you come down just yet.

Sobbing loudly, “Don’t! Don’t! Daddy uh uh ah ahhhnnhgggdadddy!” Slowly Toji pulls his fingers out.

He grunts, “Safeword check!” His words go one ear and out the other. And he has to ask again, “Princess Daddy needs to know your safe word, green, yellow or red. Or we are stopping.”

Whining to Toji, “Green! I can be a good girl for you Daddy! I can take it please daddy!” Toji pulls his cock out of your hole, and sets you down on your wobbly legs. His hold on your waist keeping you standing.

Slapping his cock on your cheeks, nudging his head between. Rubbing your puckered hole with his fat tip. Toji says, “You are such a good girl for Daddy. That’s why he can’t get enough of you. Why I love taking care of you, since your soft little holes take care of my cock so well.”

Toji ask, “You cleaned up like I told you too didn’t you?” Sliding his slicked up cock down your slit. Switching between your holes has become one of Toji’s favorite things to do.

It’s so satisfaction of having all three holes throughly fucked. Which makes the annoying process of flushing out to clean up and avoid infection.

You say, “Yes Daddy, I cleaned up for you.” Your asshole is still burning when Toji slips his cock between your thighs. He is long enough that his thick head goes past your thighs. Rubbing your lips and puffy clit with every stroke.

You weren’t walking after this, but he would carry you around. Cradling you to his bare chest since he preferred to walk around nude.

Toji moans, “You’re my good slut always spoiling your Daddy by looking so pretty. And letting me live out my fucked up fantasies.” He turns you around, cupping your ass and lifting you up.

Smiling at Toji and saying, “Thank you for carving your name into me Daddy, I love my new tramp stamp.” Wrapping your legs around his waist. Your pussy on his abs. With the height difference, he has to hold you high on his waist for you to be level with his face.

He groans, “I love you so fucking much!” Kissing your forehead, then your nose. Whilst you wrap an arms around his neck. And drag your nails along his scalp, messing up his dark hair.

Toji’s hair is longer than he normally had it, hanging into his eyes and framing his face. Since he didn’t bother for a haircut on his reason mission, which took three months.

Kissing the tip of his nose. Which he crinkles up as you kiss his nose again. Cupping his face and resting your forehead on his.

Telling him, “I love you too Daddy, I want to start a family with you. You can make me a mommy by stuffing me full of your cum. This isn’t just in the moment kind of talk. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

He smirks, “You look like I’ve already fucked you mindless. Did daddy break his little princess already?” Kissing your lips, which he parts with his own.

Sticking his tongue in your mouth, the soft, slow and deep kiss familiar. Like the rough feeling of his hands on your hips. Or the smell of his soap with a faint hint of cigarette smoke. Even the taste of his favorite beer on his tongue. And how it tastes when it with the flavor of your fruity drinks.

Everything about your boyfriend is familiar, and you treasure it all. Despite having to be without him for up to months at a time. You never

Every lonely day waiting for him is worth the time you got with Toji.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Toji is heavily breathing. Whilst you focus on catching your breath. He reaches down, grabbing his cock and lining himself up.

He purrs, “Daddy can give his princess a baby n’ make you my baby mama. Mm your tits are going to get fatter.” Nudging your lips with his cock head, rubbing himself along your slit.

Begging Toji, “Please stuff me full of cum daddy. I need your fat cock!” A large smirk stretches across his face. Whilst he gives you just the tip. His large hand holding your hips keeping you from taking more.

Toji says, “I thought you needed me to stop, that you couldn’t handle daddy’s thick cock. That it hurt too much.” Pouting whilst looking up at Toji.

Mumbling, “It does but…” You look into his dark eyes whilst telling him, “I’m a cock hungry slut who gets off on her dirty old daddy forcing his cock into tight her unprepped holes. I need you to fuck me like the slut I am please Daddy. Don’t hold back! Break my princess pussy with your fat cock.” He gives you an inch and tells you,

“Beg for the rest. Now that your pretty mouth is being honest with me.” He looks past you at the mirror and bite into his bottom lip.

Glancing over your shoulder to see your backside. His name goes from one side to the other. Whilst other shallow cuts litter your back among large bite marks.

The bites are marks Toji gave you in the bar’s bathroom. Since your dress is backless. And he couldn’t have any other guys getting any ideas whilst you finished you night off with your girls.

It’s because Toji’s watchful eyes the rest of the night went un-disturbed by unwanted creeps underneath Toji’s watchful eyes. As he sat with the drinks. Whilst you danced with your friends within view.

Looking back up at Toji whilst begging, “I’m so lucky to have met you Daddy, you’re the perfect handsome pervert to make my slutty pussy squirt. I want to feel every vein of your throbbing cock. Please stuff my hole full! Please daddy, please. I need you to!” Toji let’s you drop, your clit grinding on the short dark hairs above his cock.

Whining, “Ngggg! Thank you, daddy!” Biting down on his chest whilst he moans. His cock jerking inside you whilst you clench, squeezing him.

Toji ask, “Fuck you really need daddy don’t you? You love daddy so much that you want my babies?” Rolling his hips back and gliding his cock out of your pussy, till nothing but his tip is inside.

Kissing the bite you made before pleading, “Need your babies, please I want to be your cute wifey pregnant with your baby.” Slowly fucking you on his cock as he groans,

“Good thing I got you a ring already. I already know you’re going to say yes to me.” Toji holds you still with his cock deep in your guts. Whilst he walks over to the dresser.

Pulling opening his sock drawer, reaching in and pulling out a small black box. Your eyes widen as you gasp, “Toji! You really want to!” He lifts you up and slams you back down.

Smirking whilst you groan, “I didn’t spend the past few months working my ass off to get you a ring to not be serious. You aren’t the only one who has been thinking about the future. Sorry it took me seven years to realize I have a future with you.”

Holding onto Toji whilst he lets your hip go to open the small box and take the ring out. Which he slips onto your finger as he says, “On the inside it says Daddy’s princess.” Spreading your fingers out on Toji’s chest whilst he cups your cheeks with both hands.

Admiring the sparkling ring whilst saying, “I adore it, thank you daddy! I can’t wait to show it off tomorrow.” Your mind fills with thoughts of Toji in a suit waiting at the end of the aisle.

Toji says, “Princess you can text them but you aren’t leaving this apartment for the next three days. I have to make sure that your pregnant after all you begged me so sweetly for my baby. So we have to be through.” Toji guides your hips slowly. His arms flexing every time he lifts you off his length. Whilst a slick squelching sound of your juices fills the bedroom.

He says, “I need to make sure I cum in you at least three times a day the next three days.” Toji guides your hips slowly. His arms flexing every time he lifts you off his length. Whilst a slick squelching sound of your juices fill the bedroom.

Groaning, “I love hearing how wet she gets.” With nothing else to grab onto but Toji. Whilst he using gravity to make you meet every single harsh upward thrust of his hips.

Wrapping your arm around his neck whilst biting an old scar on his his fat man tit. Sucking on the pale pink skin whilst digging your nails into his back.

Letting go of Toji’s muscular tit, to tell him, “We can spend the next three days naked exploring each other’s bodies like it’s the first time. When my pussy is sore it just makes more sensitive.”

“I can’t wait to see you waddling around the place. Hmm fuck we are going to have to move soon. Get a baby room set up together.” He smirks and groans,

“I’ve always had a thing for milfs. I should have made you one sooner. Mmm fuck I heard your pussy is going to get warmer.” The slapping of skin gets louder as Toji becomes more frantic.

Toji moans, “I don’t think I can stop myself from cumming much longer. I keep getting closer faster every time your pussy feels so damn good. It was so hard not to finish inside you’re ass. And now that I have you soaking pussy squeezing my cock I’m going to bust.”

It had been months of having nothing more than his hand. Pre-gaming while you cleaned up so he can switch between holes could prepare him for how good you feel.

You’re soft, wet pussy so squishy and tight around him. Every single quiver and clench making his toes curl. Whilst his cum spurts deep into your pussy. And he has to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Glancing up at Toji’s orgasmic face with strands of fake hair hanging in his eyes. Which have rolled back showing nothing but the whites of his eyes. While he lets out a loud moan of, “FUCK!” His slack jawed look of bliss gives you pride in how hard you made Toji cum.

Falling back into the bed with you resting on his chest. His cock softening inside of you. Whilst says, “Haven’t busted that good of a nut since the last time I was home. Fuck I missed you and your pussy so much princess.” Slowly lifting yourself off him as you moving to kiss him.

Toji parts his lips whilst you push your tongue past. And his heavy groan whilst you sliding down his cock. Trembling underneath you whilst you smirk into the kiss.

Moments pass until Toji breaks the kiss, grabbing your hips and lifting you off his cock. He sits up, whilst saying, “You can have all the kisses you want after I clean you up.”

Carrying you into the bathroom. Where he sets you on the toilet. Unhooking the leash, and collar from around your neck. Which he sets on the shelves behind you.

Toji then grabs the gauze, rags, a bottle with a cone tip and disinfectant from under the sink. Which he sets everything but the bottle on the counter.

Finishing up, but before you can stand, Toji crouches in front of you. With the bottle in hand, he puts the tip inside of you. Pressing down on the bottle water fills your pussy and drips before Toji pulls his hand away. He says, “I know you flushed yourself out but just to make sure. Daddy worries too much about you. I'm going to get gray hair.”

Setting the bottle aside, then helping you stand up. Guiding you to the sink and holding you steady whilst you wash your hands.

After which sweeps you off your feet and carries you back into the bedroom. Whilst you admire the ring on your finger, before he lays you down on your side.

Pushing you onto your stomach. He heads back into the bathroom, and quickly comes back. And he sits next to you in the bed, pouring disinfectant onto the rag.

He asks, “Are you sure you want to marry me princess? I got off on you telling me no, telling me to stop. It made me feel powerful and excited making you submit to my cock even has you tried to run away from me.”

Gasping as he presses the hand towel to your back. The stinging sharper than the dull ache it had become.

Toji adds, “You’re so bruised and bloody, I love making you like this. I adore how you need me whilst you heal up. It’s even better fucking your sore pussy.” He pauses for a second. And you keep quiet hoping he would continue. Which after a few moments he does.

Telling you, “I can’t stop thinking about how no matter what you said your body still wants me. It’s making me think of the times I’ve thought about what it would like to kidnap you, tie you up and fuck you. I love how scared you look. But fuck never mind it’s whatever.”

His slowly dying habit of brushing aside his insecurities and pretending his worries rearing its head. It had taken five years before he opened up to you. Once he did, he realized he need to have someone listen to him. And for the first time, he understands what it's like to matter to someone.

Your softness rubbing off on him as he learns to be soft with you behind closed doors. Whilst he grew fiercely protective of you, and of the affection you gave him. That he had an issue with you giving your attention to others.

It had taken him a while believe you will always make the time for him.

Telling him, “I could never be terrified of you Toji. It can frighten me by how intense the feelings you create in me are. But that never changes how much I trust and love you. That’s why I’m marrying you.” Toji cleans move down to cleaning your thighs. Then sets the rag to the side. And as you hear the gauze unwrap, you slowly sit up.

Turning around to face Toji whilst you say, “The moment I say red you stop. And you spoil me for causing me for causing me to say my safe word. Which I rarely have to do. I love how scary and dominated you are in bed, only to be sweet and caring afterwards. Your mommy’s handsome good boy always looking out for me.” He bites his lips, looking down at your breasts and then down between your legs.

Wrapping the gauze around your waist. Covering up his name, whilst he dips his head into the crook of your neck. Which he softly kisses along the bruise from the collar.

Lightly pressing on your stomach as he finishes wrapping up your lower back. He lifts his head, asking, “If I’m such a good boy, can Mommy give me a treat? You can sit on my lap and let me suck on your soft tits.” Toji sits next to you, grabbing your hips, pulling you onto his lap. Whilst his cock is getting hard again.

#toji smut #toji x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #daddy toji #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro

[ahaura]

Abby Martin tweeted (Nov. 7) a link to an interview she did with an former IOF soldier, Eran Efrati, posted in 2017. He describes the standard brutality of the IOF and how the soldiers enforce the apartheid state—protecting settlers; the standard practice of execution by both the IOF and police; the systematic dehumanization of Palestinians; the role and treatment of Arab Jews in the Israeli state; and Palestinian resistance.

Some excerpts:

"I didn't feel like I was protecting anyone, I didn't feel like I was keeping anyone safe. I feel like I'm terrorizing people. [...] I felt like I was the terrorist. And my job was literally to scare people so they cannot think about acting against the Israeli settlers or the Israeli military. That was actually our defined mission. [...] To instill fear in the hearts of Palestinians [...] and that's exactly what we did."

"At the age of 15-16, I began being almost obsessed with trying to understand the Nazi side in the Holocaust. Not only to hear the stories of the Jewish victims and any other victims of the Holocaust, but to try and understand how can a Nazi soldier get up in the morning, give his kids a kiss, a wife a hug and go out to the camps and do his job. I just couldn't understand it. And when I got into the occupied territories, for the first time I understood how there can be a contradiction inside yourself. As a human being you could do your job and be one person at home—be a loving, caring boyfriend or a son or a brother—and at the same time hold people under a regime so oppressive that people are dying not from only your bullets but the amount of calories being entered into their territory like in Gaza, from depression or sickness. [...]"

"Israel is selling the idea that the soldiers are more important than anything, the soldiers are more important than the lives of Palestinians—not just the life of soldiers, but identity, security, feelings—are more important than Palestinian life."

"Israelis are saying in a very clear voice [...] not only will we oppress Palestinians and do whatever we want, but in a very specific way of saying [...] whatever soldiers do in the occupied territories are right. Whatever we're doing is the correct thing."

AM: I want you to talk specifically about the culture within the Israeli military that fosters anti-Arab sentiment, and racism, essentially. EE: I think the system is not only inside the military, [...] that's actually what being an Israeli means. Growing up in the Israeli educational department, you understand that all the Arabs hate you, that they're actually in a way the continuation of the Biblical amalek, or Hitler, or that everybody there want to throw you into the sea. This is what you're growing up with and you really believe in that. [...] Going in the military, you're already so full of hate and fear at the same time that you don't need much to be very aggressive, violent, and racist toward Palestinians. They see the Palestinian women and the Palestinian men as subhuman. The occupied territories are like an ex-territory, when those human beings are not considered human beings."

(In response to attacks on Israeli soldiers) "[...] I learned [...] that if you will not respect existence, you can expect resistance. And this is how people resist. Israel as a state likes to use the idea that Palestinians only understand force, or power, but the truth of the matter is that Israelis only understand power and force. Every other attempt from Palestinians to try and negotiation this situation in a diplomatic way was countered by more attacks, more oppression, and more occupation, more stealing of the land, more destroying of homes, more settlements being built. We decided to call going into the U.N. 'diplomatic terrorism,' and to go into the ICC 'international terrorism.' We basically describe every form of resistance as terrorism because the sole idea of the occupation is not to be safe; the sole idea is to create an ethnically cleansed piece of land only for Jewish people—with Palestinian workers, of course some Palestinians can stay and do stuff for us—but this is our land. What people maybe don't understand is that Israel is creating the conditions in to the situation of constantly having to 'protect' yourself. We're creating this situation by oppressing millions of people [...] [until] they have no other choice but to resist."

"[...] the truth is that Israel do not hear the diplomacy, Israel do not hear the call of the Palestinians for equality. What we are seeing Palestine is what a lot of people like to describe as the most complicated political situation of our time [but] what is probably the most simple political situation of our time. It's a situation about equality."

AM: Would you say that you support the right of Palestinians to fight their occupiers? EE: Absolutely. I support the right of every human being under an oppressive military rule to resist this rule by any means possible. I do not believe Israel has a right to occupy millions of human beings without every decent human simple basic rights for their name. And I do not believe that Israel will change on its own. At no point in history there was a state or a power that had the power and control over other human beings and benefit from it and just decide to let go of this power on its own. It was always forced on them by the resistance of the people underneath them. All the intervention of other forces around the world. And unfortunately, as I do support the Palestinian right to resist, in any way, I do not believe that their resistance is enough. I do believe that the rest of the world has to interfere. And what's going on in Palestine—there's nothing else we can do except for giving all the Palestinians equal rights and starting a new state, a new equality system for all human beings on the ground."

#palestine #geopol #abby martin #when ur own guy says it...! #📁.zip

[yinlikesbooksandtea]

-" My heart desires only you. "

Kamisato Ayato. The eldest son of the Kamisato clan that serves the Inazuma Shogunate. Not only was he a politician, Kamisato Ayato was the most powerful warlord in Inazuma. Even though he was a powerful warlord and politician even he had some battles which he could not win. And that is love. Even the cunning Kamisato Ayato would fall in love. Even the warlord was a human. In fact he fell for a mere peasant girl that lived in a farming village .

Nakamura Y/n was the woman of his dreams . He had met her on a faithful morning at Narukami shrine. The local beauty of her village. Kamisato Ayato was never the type to believe in love at first sight. Yet he fell at first sight and he fell hard. Even if it was just a glance, he would always remember the way she looked.

-" Beautiful . "

The words he mumbled to himself . The sun was setting into the horizon, her skin glowed gently from the setting sun. Her cheeks flushed into the same shade as sakura petals. Her hair fluttering gently in the wind and the scent of sakura blossoms surrounded her wherever she went. All he could think was how beautiful she was. His love was no where as pure as he thought. After all obsession stems from possession. A man that is greedy will always go after his desires. Ayato was the living epitome of the phrase. He knew what he wanted.

As soon as he got home that day, he cleared his schedule and pulled out ink and paper, drawing her features before it slipped his mind. Even in his dreams, he dreamt of her being his. The way her skin would feel in his hands, her soft lips against his, the sound of her sweet voice. Craving and obsessing over her, wanting her all to himself . Even as he works all he can think about his her , would she squirm after being teased or would she be flustered and burry her face behind her hands . No matter the reaction he would still be amused .

Any task his spies had would be pushed aside to find this dream girl of his. After three days they manage to dig up every information of the poor girl. From how old her parents were, till what type of food she liked, her type in men and anything he could get his greedy hands on. The warlord spent hours reading the information he had obtained. Obsessing and romanticizing about her like a delusional man. Ayato spent no time writing letters for her hand in marriage promising wealth , power, land and anything she could want. The problem was no matter how many letters he sent, she would never reply. The young lord was stunned. He a noble, politician, powerful warlord and eligible bachelor. What else could she want ? It would seem foolish not to marry a man as prestigious as Ayato. He was heart broken the first time the spies had came back shaking their heads. His sorrow evolving into rage from the sheer frustration he felt. The boiling rage and confusion that was brimming in his heart. Furthering into his obsession with this dream girl of his.

- " What do you mean she didn't reply ? "

Annoyance and irritation laced in his tone. The air in the room fell quiet. Ayato set down the stack of documents calmly, almost too calm before he interrogated the poor spy .

-"Miss Nakamura said that she had nothing to say. My Lord, there are many other women Inazuma that are far better then Miss N-"

- "Don't try to hide that you failed at persuading her."

Kamisato's eyebrows were knit together as his eyes narrowed at the spy in front of him. Ayato's fingers curling around the papers creasing them. A streak of maroon, appeared on the poor spy's cheek cutting cleanly through his mask. The poor Shinobi stood frozen processing what had just happened. The crimson liquid slowly dripping out from his wound, fingers shakily touching his cheek registering a dagger had grazed passed him in a mere second. Silence filling the room, as Ayato stood up from his seat. The spy glanced at his lord horrified seeing him holding a dagger in his right hand. A punishment would be given. In that moment, that wasn't Ayato anymore it was the warlord that had killed thousands on the battlefield. The warlord Kamisato Ayato. Suddenly a knock came from his door. Ayato had no choice but go dismiss the spy. Sighing he waved his hands signaling the man to get out of his office .

-"Come in."

In came Kamisato Ayaka, with a tray of milk tea and an assortment of deserts. She smiled at her brother before gently placing down the refreshments. Annoyed with her sudden appearance, Ayaka must have something she wanted if she came to him during his office hours. He coughed, trying to compose himself.

-"What do you need, Ayaka?"

-"Nothing much brother, I just thought you might need some refreshments."

- "Set them on the table and please leave I have unfinished business to attend too."

She did as she was told. A mischievous grin on her face as she left. Whilst closing the door the young girl whispered, purposely loud enough for her brother to hear.

- "Love is a battlefield where even the most powerful warlord cannot win, brother."

Ayato was not one to give up easily. He's never lost on the battlefield and he surely would not lose in this one. If love is a battlefield that Ayato could not win. He would simply take her, after all a warlord by nature is being a conqueror.

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Hello hello everyone! I know it's definitely been a while since I've posted anything on here! This has been in the drafts for a while and I've finally gotten to rewriting it :) I'll try to post more often^^

Have a nice day (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)—⁠☆

#yinlikesbooksandtea #yandere ayato #kamisato ayato #yandere kamisato ayato #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin impact

[0lshadyl0]

Hi would it be alright to request yandere romantic hcs for Naruto please with a female reader if possible maybe she was part of his team in his younger days ; love to see what you come up with ^-^

I love this question, especially because of the concept of being a teammate, basically being the third member of team 7, since I think that another female character should have been the tri-lead and not Sakura (It's not that I dislike Sakura, in fact, I feel that she is a character with a lot of potential but undervalued by her author who only went out of her way to develop Sasuke. Sakura is a wasted potential like almost all the women in the series, which It makes me think that Kishi doesn't know how to write women… or he's lazy because they aren't Uchihas or Sasuke)

In fact, I am thinking in the future of making a fic with a team 7 made up of Sasuke, Naruto and Hinata, since they are the respective reincarnations of Indra, Asura and the descendant of Hamura, but that will be for another post

yandere Naruto Romantic Headcanons

Well, here I am going to develop Naruto in his early age, that is, Naruto from the first part of the series, it does not include shippuden, the last and I will pretend that Boruto does not exist (don't ask me questions about Boruto, I didn't see the series and I am not interested beyond the concept of Boruto's visual power but only because it would be a development of the byakugan not because I am interested in the character), so here we will see the child version of a twelve-year-old yandere Naruto (if I remember correctly, that's how old he was at that time) until he leaves the village with Jiraiya, keeping this in mind, let's continue

We all know the sad story of Naruto and how painful his childhood was, without parents, hated by the entire village, without friends and all that drama

The important thing is that from all that negligence and lack of human interaction, the need was born in him to attract attention in any way possible

basically what I want to say here is that he would turn yandere for literally anyone who pays him the slightest bit of attention and above all, this is key, who treats him well

I'm not talking about great charitable gestures or kindness, I'm talking about treating him with cordiality, basically the first principle of a decent human being (yes, that's how badly he's been treated)

He would trust you 100% if you approached and proposed to be his friend (let's remember part of a flashback in some filler chapter where he went into a dangerous forest to look for a kunai from an enemy ninja of the village just because some stupid and very bad-hearted children said that they would be his friends if he brought said weapon, basically sending him to die if it weren't for Iruka-sensei)

Another thing is that Naruto is tremendously obsessive, just look at how he behaves with his teammates, that will not compare to the obsession he developed with you.

and we must take into account, here Sakura does not exist in his head, you are the prettiest girl in the village and he has made his intentions very clear to you that in the future he wants to be your lover (boyfriend, in a innocent way since he is a kid)

He will not see mistakes or defects, he will fight with Sasuke or Kakashi if one of those two scolds you or disrespects you

he will not like your friends, not because he is jealous or that he thinks they are going to steal you from him, but it is more because of his insecurity and fear of being alone again, that is something you can repair If you make your friends also friends with him

He is clingy to the extreme but not very observant in the sense that he won't always remember your favorite color or food, but at least he remembers special dates.

your enemies are his enemies and he does hold grudges against people who hurt you

He will also see you as someone above him and everyone, he is like a worshiper (remember how he thought well of Sakura? It's the same but amplified) you are a being incapable of making mistakes in his eyes

His beloved's opinion is very important to him, so much so that it is above anyone else, above his teacher, Sasuke, Iruka, the ramen guy or even the Hokage.

At this stage he will be a little annoying, irritating and clingy, but nothing dangerous, a child in love, the most dangerous thing about his yandere side would come out later when his crush stops being childish.

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[bonefall]

I'm sitting and looking at somebody's take about the scene of Willow Tail's death

"Clear Sky is fabulous here, and the deaths look karmic. Willow Tail dies blind bc she was so blinded by her wish of revenge she put innocent cats under threat and led to deaths of a medicine cat and an innocent kit. And Wind Runner, who prevented Moth Flight from saving Tiny Branch, lost a life to an injured leg just like he did. Beautiful."

Ig I'll just leave it here like a tribute

"the deaths look karmic" is the only correct thing in this passage. Yes, the writers ARE obsessed with punishing women, gruesomely zooming in on how much pain and suffering they're feeling when those horrible bitches finally get their comeuppance. Glad they can at least recognize torture porn when they see it.

Go one baby step further-- why do the writers keep choosing to frame the women as primarily responsible when Clear Sky is the same violent, egotistical tyrant he always was?

Willow Tail does die blinded-- by Clear Sky. The way he is constantly brutalizing every woman and foreigner in front of him. Just like how he was smacking Moth Flight before he ordered Red Claw to go up into the tree to beat the shit out of Micah and confiscate medicine, because he doesn't care when people die of treatable illness.

But, sure. Sure, it's Willow Tail who caused the death of Micah, when she sees Moth Flight's face sliced open by a known serial murderer and jumps to her defense, and then learns that Red Claw has been ordered to attack a doctor.

For those who haven't read Moth Flight's Vision, btw, Willow Tail is revealed to be the villain all along because she was planting rabbit bones on the border. This made Clear Sky mad because Wind Runner said "make your cats respect the borders YOU invented, bc MY cats didn't eat those rabbits" and she didn't just accept his answer of "nuh uh."

That's why it's totally the WOMEN'S fault that Clear Sky was throwing this tantrum, and not his own. Being offended is a totally valid reason to deny medical treatment and do assault and battery. Why would you ever hold a man in a position of power accountable for his own actions?

Wind Runner also didn't kill Tiny Branch through medical neglect. Clear Sky did. Can't believe I'm still saying this.

HE was the one who prevented Acorn Fur from getting help. He keeps insisting that he never needed Micah or any other foreigner to heal Tiny Branch's ailments. He didn't want Micah when it was a cough, and he didn't want Moth Flight when it was a fox attack.

-Said in the Sap Confiscation Scene

-Said as Tiny Branch is dying, confirming that yes, he DID stop her from getting the help right away.

Wind Runner PROPOSED an embargo at a meeting that SkyClan was absent for, AFTER Clear Sky had already insisted on denying medical treatment to Rocky and got Micah killed. Wind Runner's hypothetical embargo was broken less than a minute later when it's revealed SkyClan was late by several hours because Tiny Branch got attacked by a fox.

Here's how long they're held up by Wind Runner, though. All 214 words, less than a full page in dialogue, of it.

How long would you guess this took? Was everyone here speaking at 0.025 speed? Did someone hit the slow motion button? Were they escaping out of a time bubble?

Why's Shattered Ice never mentioned as killing Tiny Branch, btw? The one who actually did physically hold up Moth Flight (but not the other three Medicine cats, Dappled Pelt, Cloud Spots, and Pebble Heart), even if it was for less than 30 seconds? When he's not even from Wind Runner's Clan? CURIOUS INNIT?

I need to remind you that he was also responsible for preventing Acorn Fur from being fully trained. That was HIS choice. HE closed the border. HE stopped Moth Flight from completing Acorn Fur's training. HE is in the middle of a book-length hissy fit about being told what to do.

And, yet, Moth Flight is held up for less than 5 minutes after Clear Sky forced Acorn Fur to save his son alone until signs of infection set in, and this is all Wind Runner's fault.

So he later kidnaps Moth Flight, expecting Wind Runner to just trust that THIS time he takes a hostage he's not starving them like he did to Jackdaw's Cry, and not launch the two Clans into war. Redemption arc, btw.

And then he gets to be framed like a hero even though he is 100% responsible for every single one of his actions and escalated the situation at every turn. ZERO consequences for him, because him letting his own baby suffer and die was "punishment enough."

The bloodthirsty tyrant, child abuser, woman beater, and known liar was totally justified because It Made Him Sad When Wind Runner Didn't Trust His Word :( This was all actually an evil, scheming woman's fault for planting bunny bones, lol. So she totally deserves getting her eyes ripped out.

At MOST, the narrative considers Wind Runner and Clear Sky "Equally Bad", but only Wind Runner and Willow Tail get personally punished. With death and agony. Surely, SURELY this is not because of writer misogyny? In the Arc of 7 Fridgenings? Perish the thought.

Anyway, glad that I've curated my dash enough to not see that take out there in the wild. Who would even write something so ridiculous, Gray Wing?

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