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Israeli Settler Violence against Palestinians in the West Bank

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Been meaning to make this. The edit was a little hard but here it is

That's not all this is about, though!! I wanted to do this to also have a chance to share THIS

This spreadsheet contains links to funds and ways to donate to Palestinian families specifically! You can search through it and choose the links to donate to and where they go

Also I'd love if you guys reblogged with other resources! Whether it be petitions for a ceasefire or donations, add it all for others and myself to see so we can all make a change!

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The boothill fic is sooooooooo good omg 😩

Now what if he's like mad at oblivious reader but his vulgar words keep on getting translated to "cutie", "sweetheart" etc etc...and then the reader just gets so flustered at his sudden compliments without knowing the truth behind it

i can't wait for him to appear on the story tbh it'd be so funny lol

"HONEY!"

the cowboy slams his fist into the polished metal of someone's car, making you flinch and turn around at the loud noise. what's gotten into him now? sure, he's loud and can act rather brash, but you have never seen him yell 'honey' out of nowhere.

"what's wrong?"

"you're so adorably beautiful! i love you so much i want to kiss you!"

boothill covers his mouth in panic, shocked at the atrocious sentences that slipped past his mouth. first of all, he's supposed to say that you're such a peabrain and that he wants to kick you in the face for it! and second, he's not supposed to expose himself!

you, on the other hand, have your jaw dropped on the floor and your heart rate speeding up uncontrollably. did he just said what you think he did?

"boothill, you—"

"no, you heard me wrong! i said that you're an angel sent to me by the aeons and that i will peel your oranges for you and feed you myself!"

he ends up crouching down, pulling on his hair in frustration and embarrassment—he swears to get back at whoever messed up his system and thinks of a way to confess to you without sounding so stupid.

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🔞 MDNI | Boothill x Fem!Reader (blurb AU) 🔞

TW: sex in a barn, slight choking, love bites, prosthetic limbs, slight overstimulation, licking, creampie.

Edit: This got way more attention than I honestly thought it would. So, if it hits 2k, I'll make part two. 😉 Or! Perhaps a full fic of this blurb?

Things weren't supposed to end like this, but you couldn't be blamed. A handsome stranger paid your esteemed ranch a visit, hoping to get one of your finest Thoroughbreds, only to end up with something far better.

One hand firmly gripped the fat of your hip, the metallic fingers digging slightly into your skin while the other was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him to kiss along the side of it. Your thighs trembled with the way his thick cock bullied your slick cunt, dragging yet another moan from your pretty lips.

Boothill's lips curled into a slight smirk at the sound before letting his tongue slide up your neck. It was hot and wet, and your hands gripped the stall door, causing the wood to chip ever so gently with the way your nails dug into it. "Dirty girl," he teased. His chest pressed against your back a bit more as his hips smacked into the back of yours harshly, his pace remaining merciless. "I came for a stallion, not a broodmare." The hand around your throat squeezed a little harder, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. "But I can make a new deal."

You already knew what the new deal was, but you remained silent, too focused on the pleasure that coursed through your veins with each thrust of his meaty cock. He filled your gummy walls, shaping your pussy all for himself as he brought you orgasm after orgasm. It had been a while since you had a good fuck, and with a customer of all people. Still, you had to hand it to him. Boothill had the stamina of a Thoroughbred, plowing into you repeatedly without so much as a break, and he hadn't even come yet.

Your head lolled to the side, allowing him another chance at kissing your neck, though he soon bit down on the soft flesh, causing you to moan at the sudden feeling. One final thrust had your body up against the stable door, pinned as he finally came, painting your walls in thick, white ropes of his cum. The hand gripping your neck only tightened, yet he made sure to at least let you breathe.

Boothill kept your body pinned against the stable door as he panted hard, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape. "Fuck," he breathed out, "haven't had this good a time in a while." His hand on your hip loosened as his metallic thumb rubbed gentle circles against your soft skin. "Now," he chuckled, "how 'bout we discuss the new deal?"

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getting so fucked up by boothill that we have to turn him off to take a break...............

oh great heavens 😳😵‍💫😵‍💫 i wonder if he has an on/off button....

nsfw（＾ω＾）he's a meanie, afab!reader, robot dick (it vibrates btw), doggystyle, this is kind of rushed i'm sorry + i'm not well-versed in writing cyborgs/robots sigh...

"sensitive, ain't cha?" that familar sneers came from behind you, as boothill presses his metallic body against yours, drawing yet another moan from your parted mouth. this damn cyborg, does he ever ran out of gas?

it's not like you can ask him or even think about it, not when your pussy is being brutally bullied by his cock—which he had purposely set to the highest vibration setting, making it impossible for you to stay quiet. combine that with the cool feeling of his length sliding in and out of your warm walls—man, you can barely feel your legs at this point.

you groan, closing your eyes and clutching the sheets desperately as if holding on to the little sanity you had left. unfortunately, this only motivates him to go harder, forcing you to open your eyes again as steam rises from the gaps in his body, signaling how overheated he gets after hours of fucking you without breaks. unfortunately for you, he can still goes on for days or even weeks until he needs to recharge again—a body befitting his occupation as a galaxy ranger.

soft whines and cries flew out of your mouth as he forces another orgasm out of your abused cunt, "stop already... 'm tired..." you pout, trying to keep your shaking legs still.

your hand reaches up for the hidden button on the back of his neck, but the galaxy ranger quickly caught your wrist, cackling at your adorable attempt at shutting him down, "are ya sure y'want to stop, cutie? sweet, i can't even pull out with how much you're squeezing me in, looky here, see?" to emphasize his point, he presses down on your lower stomach, knowing that the gesture will makes you squirm and causes your pussy to suck him in even deeper. sly mf.

nonono, that will not distract you from turning him off, not this time. you let out a hiss as you use your other hand to hold him down, "let me rest, you pervert!" and with determination, your hands finally reached his button before boothill can stop you, pressing down on it to make him enter power-saving mode. the cyborg instantly plops down beside you, face-first into the sheets with a loud groan. finally, you can catch your breath. it'll be at least a few hours before the mode automatically ends itself, which means you can sleep or clean up for a bit before he wakes up and starts kicking a fuss again.

while his system forces him to sleep, boothill keeps mumbling about how he's gonna make you pay later, that he's gonna pound you until you collapse so you won't even have the energy to reach his button—well, it won't happen until later, so use the limited time you have wisely before he wakes up.

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❀ ˎˊ- prompt: when being a mechanic means performing maintenance on a space cyborg cowboy, you start questioning your career choices. ❀ ˎˊ- boothill x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 750 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: written before his release whoops, boothill's half naked but like. he's always half naked your honor ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: engineers and mechanics dont @ me i dont know how machines work i just want to make funny cowboy man drabbles ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

Sometimes, you just had to take a step back and wonder just how badly you screwed up to get to your current point in life.

Sparks fizzled and sprayed out at you as you worked on the cyborg before you. Wiping at your forehead, you clicked your tongue as you dove in deeper with your pliers into the cavity in Boothill’s back, trying your best to make sense of the jungle that was his wires. It’d been a while since you’d seen such an… old fashioned model (now that everything was all puppets and wireless), but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.

“You be careful back there,” your client called, throwing his head back to look back at you with a toothy grin and hitting your face with his hair in the process.

Briefly looking up for your work, you met his grey eyes with an unimpressed stare.

“I told you to keep your hair out of my way,” you chided, jabbing at a particularly sensitive spot with your pliers and earning a startled yelp.

“Ow-!” Boothill blew at a lock of hair childishly as he faced forward again. “Alright, alright, no need to get all cutesy.”

You raised a brow. “Aw, you think I’m cute?”

At your teasing, Boothill let out a whiny snarl, a scowl twisting his face. “Y’know what I mean. I swear, the second I get my hands on that troublemaker, I’m going to hug him.”

“Well, aren’t you just a sweetheart?”

He could practically hear the smile in your voice, and it only set him off even more. Out of spite or perhaps pettiness, Boothill shook his head, shoving even more of that hair into your face. Upon hearing your indignant complaints, he huffed smugly.

“That’s what you get for playin’ with me, sweetheart,” he sung triumphantly, leering at you with a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes, poking him in the nose.

“You’ve got some nerve to talk like that to the person with pliers in you,” you retorted, twisting said tools. Boothill shrugged, swiping out his tongue to try to lick at your finger, giggling like a schoolgirl when you quickly withdrew your hand.

“Ah, but you’d have to be a special kind of stupid to mess with me.” Boothill exhaled in satisfaction as you tightened certain screws, adding the finishing touches before closing his back hatch. “And you might be fiesty, but you ain’t stupid.”

You slapped his back as you finished, Boothill laughing as you did. Over the years, you’ve learned that he had quite the contagious laugh, evident by the way you too smiled upon hearing it. There was just something about the way he laughed without restraint, without worry or care for what others might think of him. But then again, that was just how Boothill was.

Standing up, you took off your apron and gloves and stretched, your bones cracking satisfyingly as you rolled back your shoulders.

“Let me get your clothes for you,” you said, shaking out your legs as you walked to your work table.

There, laying on it was his hat and what could barely be called a shirt, as you’d often say. Usually, you didn’t care about what your clients wore as long as they were decent, but if Boothill didn’t have metal for a torso, you were sure he’d be banned in most public spaces.

“Seriously, you should-” you began, only for something to completely slump against you, making you stumble from its weight and nearly collide into your work table. Familiar metal arms looped themselves around your waist, their flesh cold and hard.

Knowingly, you let out a sigh.

“Boothill, get off me.”

The cyborg hummed, briefly considering it before shaking his head and burying his face into your neck.

“Deal with it for a minute, won’t you?” His voice was muffled by your skin, his shark-like teeth grazing you as he spoke. “Been a while since I’ve seen you, much less held you.”

Slowly, you set down his clothes. With Boothill’s bare chest pressed against you, you could feel every stir and thrum of the machinery, from his artificial heart to the relaxing hum of his engine as he laid against you. That same hair that’d been your headache for the last hour now tickled at your neck, a giggle rising up in you at the feeling.

“Alright,” you conceded, patting his head and threading your fingers through his hair, a pleased murmur escaping the cyborg. “But only for a minute.”

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

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the night they pretended they didn't know the face behind the mask.

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OH AND ANOTHER THING ABOUT THE ATLA REBOOT

the sexism thing??? we all know it's fucking stupid and purely performative to take out sokka's feminism arc, but can we talk about the fact that He Is Still Sexist????? he still thinks that what he does (running the village's defenses, which they've never needed) is vastly more important than what she does (wash the clothes, cook, etc). and yk what?? the live action reboot AGREES with him. it doesn't show or even mention katara doing any work around the village. all we see katara doing is practice waterbending - the only interesting thing that original episode 1 sokka seems to think katara ever does.

the live action show depicts sokka "doing all the work", fulfilling his traditionally masculine role of warrior/protector, and COMPLETELY DISMISSES whatever "women's work" katara does, as if she does nothing. seems pretty clear to me that the showrunners would love to absolve themselves of sexism by not talking about sexism, while in actuality being pretty sexist themselves

and don't even get me started on sokka not wearing the dress/makeup of the kyoshi warriors' uniform

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There is no live action adaptations of Avatar: The Last Airbender…

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Every Friday, millions of Yemenis, themselves survivors of genocide, protest the genocide of Gaza

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OP isn't exaggerating. There are countless of videos of the IDF shooting at crowds of Palestinians trying to find food for themselves and their starving families. The UN World Food Programme even suspended delivering aid because the IDF won't stop shooting people.

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Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

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LETS GOOOO

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gentle reminder that it did not start on october 7

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A doctor from Gaza loses his son during an operation without anesthesia.