So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this
Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.
So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"
It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead
Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.
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Today I was talking to someone and Palestine came up and their response to it was 'Not my country, not my problem'
So let me just spell it out for you
It is your problem when you willfully ignore people telling you about Palestinians being slaughtered
It is your problem when you buy and support companies that are actively aiding in the genocide
It is your problem when you stand by, knowing full well that people are being killed in the thousands and deciding to let it happen
Do not stay quiet and be complacent in genocide. Do not ignore this, it is happening now. From river to sea, palestine will be free
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Eddie x afab!reader
E +18, biting ahead, not proofread, pure stream-of-consciousness ramblings
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Walking up behind Eddie when he brushes his teeth in the morning, hands placed on his waist and biting his shoulder until goosebumps rise against your palms before you walk off to get dressed.
When he sneaks his hand into yours while you walk home from a night of adventure and silly shit with friends you lift your tangled fingers up to your mouth and softly bite a knuckle, then another one before you drop your hands back down again.
Eddie is lying on his stomach, writing, reading, doing whatever and you crawl up to the stretch of his leg, sliding your hand along the lean muscle up to the hem of his pants and boxers and you pull to free enough soft pale ass for you to sink your teeth into before you leave him to his task again.
A warm summer night and there are no sleeves on that old Black Sabbath shirt anymore. You watch him stand across the lawn with a beer in his hand, talking and laughing and revealing inked skin and a hint of chest whenever he raises his arm for a sip and suddenly your legs move and they don't stop until you're mouth to skin. He hisses softly but you don't stay for long, already making your way in the direction of the parking lot.
"Hey, uh, hold my beer for a moment?" You barely hear from behind you and smile to yourself, anticipation rippling between your shoulder blades and thighs.
He slams you against the side of the van and swallows the air escaping your chest in a small hmpf with a greedy kiss. A knee presses between your legs, his chest hard against yours and he cradles your face in his hands like something precious that's not fragile at all.
"Oh, what got into you?" you pant against his cheek as he presses his forehead against your temple and his thigh against your cunt. The pad of his thumb finds your lower lip and pulls it down, forcing its way between your grin and traces the ridge of your bottom teeth.
"The fucking Jaws theme should follow you around-- ah," he gasps when you suck him in and bite down. "Fuck- alright, okay, turn around."
He's not waiting for you to follow his commands but makes you. The van feels dusty under your palms and greets you with the residual warmth of the evening sun. Teeth graze from your shoulder up to the nape of your neck while he rids you of the clothes below your waist with hasty, shaky fingers and lets them drop to pool around your boots. The soft clink clink of a belt buckle, the harsh rustle of fabric as he doesn't even bother with his fly.
"M' going to eat you alive, sweetheart." Hot words born from steaming breath against your skin and then the sweet sting as he takes the first bite out of his promise.
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