Her name was Saly, she was five years old. She was like any child, she probably liked to play with her toys, she was probably learning to read, she probably like to spend time with her family and friends.
Maybe she would have been a doctor, or a farmer, or a engineer. Maybe she would have advanced the field of physics or medicine, written a best seller novel or stared in a major movie production; Or she might have had a quieter life, the world might have never known her name, but her friends and family would have and that might have been enough.
But no one will ever know now because Israel took those lives away from her, the tens of thousands of possibles that lay before each child burning like candle lights in cool summer night sniffed out in an instant. A last story shared by thousands of Palestinian children in Gaza.
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Asexual/Aromantic Representation in Theatre
Hello!
I'm writing a play about different relationships, PLEASE boost this so the play can be as true and representative as possible!
Thank you!~
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Dying, dead, on the floor
Hi I just found your blog and I love your writing. For kinktober could I have overstimulation with rockstar!Sirius with prompt 8 or 17 please? Maybe it is set after a show in a dressing room or sth. You don't have to do it if you don't feel like it 🥰🥰
hi gorgeous! thank you so much for your kind words, i really appreciate them.
this request gave me a ton of ideas (ajhbahuien) but i had to focus on the prime one😔
slow down;
pairing- rockstar!sirius black x reader
warnings- 18+ content.
a/n- i'm a whore for rockstar sirius. he's too slutty for me to resist.
prompt- overstimulation + 'i'm sorry what was that? i can't hear you over all the noises your pretty mouth is making.'
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you're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud
but I'm about to show you, baby, slow down
the sin of lust hangs over the air as his voice rasps out into your ears, penetrating every vein of your body with an insatiable desire for him. he intertwined his fingers into your sweaty locks, squashing your cheek with the cold mirror of his vanity bus. the space echoed with skin slapping and fevering moans of pleasure and gasps of lulled lust that didn't perish. the air was thick with your lips tearing profanities as he rutted his cock into you.
you had lost track of the time you he had made you orgasm that night. just with his mouth. it was no stopping him. his tongue had lapped into your pussy with such desire, which broke your walls of tolerance. he had left you fucking shaking by the time he had pulled out your second orgasm and oh no he wasn't done yet. with a hidden cruel possessiveness, he had mocked you with a high pitched tone,
'oh oh sirius, don't stop,' your cheeks were ablaze at his words, as he had divulged between your thighs again, his fingers ramming into you as his mouth sucked on just the right spots.
your cunt had never felt so numb before this. it was numbness of cruelty, a mock to the oblivious eyes you'd given him as he'd sung the song he'd written about you. it was a high, it was drug. he was a drug.
there was no slowing down.
he rammed into your throbbing swollen and wet cunt that the sounds that echoed along with the skin slapping and verbal shouts were fucking unholy.
'please, please,' you begged with a dizzy feeling in your head that didn't register into spaced out head. what were you begging for? he slapped his hand over your ass, and you jerked forward with the force, the coil of orgasm which had been building up inside you breaking free. he held your waist as your thighs shook and you screamed with the pleasure that took hold upon your body.
throwing you upon the mattress, you saw his face framed out in his beautiful hair, his eyeliner smudged with sweat as he concentrated with positioning his cock at your swollen clit. he rubbed his tip against your slit slowly, and you bit your lip, anticipating further actions. and again, you felt your folds stretch, your walls burn as he slammed into your abused cunt, his cock prodding at your sweet spot perfectly. he gasped, his hand slapping over your poor hole. the cold metal of his rings hot against your core sent sparks up your stomach. he pulled out, pushing in again, going with a rhythmic, ungodly pace. his hand grabbed your hair, forcing you to look at the place where the both of you connected.
'look at this puffy cunt. all because of me eh?' he questioned rhetorically, as you screamed with his name tied with profanities, while you came yet again. your chest heaved and you closed your eyes with exhaustion. you felt hot as if your body was on fire as he continued drilling into your abused hole showing no signs of letting you go from his saccharine torture.
'no-no more,' you babbled, his hips rutting into yours. his teeth bared with his infamous grin that many women and men fawned over, but it was you who was treated like that by him. it was you who he wanted, it was you who he loved, it was you who he fucked. your mouth felt slack as his hit your sweet spot so perfectly, and you saw his cock was glistening with your juices with every thrust. it was too inviting for him.
'i'm sorry what was that? i can't hear you over all the noises your pretty mouth is making.' he groaned, as he chased his own release, feeling himself closer to the edge. your head fell back on the bed, your back arched, his finger rubbing your clit, as the hotness of lust overcame every inch of your body. the coil of orgasm was bubbling so ferociously, you thought you'd pass out. the pleasure overwhelmed you, and you wanted to welcome it with every thrust sirius enlisted upon your abused cunt.
'god-sirius, i'm cumming!' you screamed, your back arched like a semi circle as your orgasm escaped, painting his torso with your juices. he rasped, his hands digging into your hips,
'me too dove, gonna cum in you,' his white hot cum spilled into you, flowing out of your puffy pussy, as he heaved sighs of relief, falling on your exhausted body.
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Me when Sirius, Jesper, Kaz and every dangerously charming fictional character
bitches be like “that man is perfect for me” and the man is just ink on paper
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I feel Regulus was a Quidditch Seeker protege and people would constantly pelt things at him just to watch the way he’d almost subconsciously snatch it out of the air.
Like sitting in class, during an exam, Barty will punt a bottle of ink at Regulus and, without looking up, he will put his arm up and pull it out of the air like its nothing.
James kept a Snitch in his pocket to “keep Reg on his toes” and throw it at him but secretly he was just super fascinated by Reg’s talent and found it endearing
(this is definitely not inspired by those scenes in chap 26 with the snitch in turned tides;)
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