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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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Caught/Nearly caught having sex in public w/ AOT characters ( Eren, Reiner, Armin, )

A/N: I’m going through the final stage of grief after reading ch 139 and that stage is horniness so now I’m bestowing that upon all of you. Shoutout to my faithful stoned thot anon for requesting this !

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory, but having sex in public with your partner and getting caught, or nearly getting caught, by someone.

TW: typos because once again I don’t proof read, fembodied!reader, public sex obviously, mature things,, breeding kink for Reiner , voyeurism (is that what it’s called? Idk!) for Armin, 18+, MINORS DNI

EREN JAEGER: At the club

Only Eren could convince you to even step foot into a public, let alone a CLUB, restroom. Only he could convince you to sit on the seat of a toilet that he shittily put a protect film over and watched as he knelt on the seemingly clean floor, head disappearing underneath your dress and long locks leaking through the bottom hem of your dress as he worked your underwear off. Don’t get it wrong, you were just as aroused and worked up as he was. The slow whine of his body against yours on the dance floor had you going crazy, mind hazy with lust and everyone else around you disappearing but you, him, and the sensual sensation of your arms roaming each other’s body.

If you were able to you would’ve let him take you right then and there in the middle of the floor in front of all those people. The thought of your knees scraping against the tiled floor with each thrust of Eren’s hips behind you as you clutched the bottom of your dress for support, everyone stopping and staring to watch the show you two were putting on, really made an abundance of wetness cumulate against the top of your thighs closest to your cunt. Because, of course, an ending with his cock stuffing you full was never inevitable whenever the two of you went on date nights.

“I have you trained so good that you don’t even wrest underwear anymore when you go out with me? God, you’re so desperate for me baby it’s almost pathetic.” He would speak from underneath your dress, blowing the warm breath of his mouth against your clit, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against him out of want and he hadn’t even given you his tongue yet. Finally, he indulges you; the warmth of his tongue mixed with the occasional shocks of coldness from the metallic stud in his tongue has you forgetting that you’re in a public area for a moment.

You use your teeth to try and hold in your moans, biting them back just incase anyone else is lingering outside the door of the bathroom or in one of the other stalls. But the loud slurping coming from Eren is enough to let anybody know what’s going on. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Too embarrassed at the thought of someone walking in on you like this; cheeks flushed, dress hiked up around your thighs, and your breasts barely restrained by your dress.

“If you keep biting back your moans I will stop completely and leave you in this bathroom to take care of yourself.” As if his words weren’t enough encouragement to finally get you moaning out his name, the feeling of his long index and middle finger slipping into you definitely made a surprised gasp leave your lips. His name falling from your lips soon after.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Let them know who’s in this stall making you feel this good.”

Too good because even if you wanted to try you couldn’t hold your moans back anymore. That familiar coil in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers and it only encouraged Eren to move them faster, tongue continuing to lick long stripes up your clit. This bathroom stall was your heaven right now.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so-“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

And just like that your orgasm was ruined. An innocent girl looking to release the drinks that have been building up in her uterus just had to be the one to walk in on you two. Not to mention the fact that Eren never locked the fucking door of the bathroom. He gets from under your dress immediately, cheeks and chin covered with your juices and his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, babe. I was too caught up in the moment to lock the door when we first got in here.”

That did nothing to help with your embarrassment.

REINER BRAUN: In a public pool

Did you guys know that having sex in a pool or hot tub increases your chances of getting pregnant? Because Reiner the breeder absolutely knew that and it’s exactly what his mind went to after only a couple minutes of being in the jacuzzi with you. It was supposed to be a relaxing late night date night for the two of you, but now he had other plans.

His mind was already swimming with thoughts of you bouncing on his cock up and down the moment he saw you in your swimsuit, so this random thought popping into his head only added fire to the fuel. He was hungry for you and the way he swooped you into his arms and placed you on his lap, bulge poking out against your ass, let you know exactly what he was thinking.

“Babe, there’s people in the apartments surrounding us!”

“They’re not paying any attention to us. Please, I need to feel you so bad right now. It’ll be quick plus it’s like 10 at night 🥺” There’s no resisting those hazel hues once he pulled out those puppy dog eyes and though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something thrilling about the thought of one of your neighbors glancing out of their windows to look at the night sky; only to see you getting pounded behind by Reiner in the jacuzzi at the public pool.

You didn’t even need to give him any verbal confirmation. You did your talking through your actions, reaching behind you and pulling the fabric of your bikini bottoms to the side. The tip of his cock already pressing at your entrance and entering you with ease with help from the water surrounding the two of you. Everything felt so warm and relaxing, even the bubbles from the hot tub surrounding your clit added a new sensation that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Reiner was on cloud nine his own Damn self, hips snapping up against yours at a pace that had him groaning with each thrust. The thought of his seed filling you in no time, let alone in a public place like this, really getting him going. Water splashing around the two of you from the force of this thrusts.

“Fuck, my load is going to be so big I can feel it already and you’re going to get every last drop of it deep inside of you. Going to make you so nice and plump in a couple of months. You want a Braun? I’ll give you however many you want.”

He really knew what to say, his words always coaxing you into your orgasm and a state of pleasure that you were positive was on the borderline of subspace. Sex with Reiner was an otherworldly experience on its own, but the effects that this hot tub had on the two of you and the possibility of someone watching from their window had the two of you approaching your orgasms faster than expected. Reiner was the first one to reach his. His load emptying inside of you like promised and your plush walls gripping at his twitching cock, milking him for all he had as your orgasm followed his only seconds later.

Per usual, the two of you remained in the position instead of pulling out immediately to reserve the cum inside of you like Reiner always liked to do. Just basking in that afterglow of sex and the relaxing waves of the hot tub.

It was the rattling of a flashlight against bars that brought the two of you out of your tranquil states and let the reminder that the two of you were still in public relish in. You moved off of him at the speed of light and adjusted your bikini so you were covered up once more. One glance over at Reiner and you saw him stuffing himself back into his swim trunks before diverting his attention over to the gate like you.

“The pool is closed. You two need to leave.”

“S-Sorry! We’ll be on our way!” You announced with red cheeks, hopping out of the water despite the wobbly feeling in your legs, Reiner following not too far behind.

Definitely not the last time the two of you were having jacuzzi sex.

ARMIN ARLET: between the shelves at the library

When you first met your blonde haired blue eyed boyfriend you never expected him to be as freaky as he was. You expected him to be shy, quiet, and wanting you to take the lead 90% of the time but it was nothing like that. It was like he switched to a completely different Armin when he got in the mood and you don’t know which one he switch to today, but you hoped to see more of the Armin who suggested that the two of you fuck between bookshelves in the library.

Now here you were; skirt bunched up around your thighs, shirt & bra both pulled down so Armin could stuff one of your nipples into his mouth to muffle his moans against, and your thighs slapping against his bare ones as you rode him on the floor of the Greek Mythology and Norse section. His hips bucking and rolling up into yours in a way that he knew made you whimper and whine, a teasing gesture knowing that you couldn’t do any of those two things right now. But still you took your chance and let out a muffled whimper, making his eyes go wide and mouth popping off of your nipple in an instant. His hand is quick to go over your mouth with a roughness that keeps you from letting out a breath that was too loud.

He couldn’t even whisper in your ear to mess with you like he wanted to, nor could either of you move your hips too fast and cause a lot of noise because you could hear a penny drop in this library. It was a Friday night which meant hardly anyone was in it, but still a few people were scattered out along in the medium sized building. Not to mention the nosey librarian who always spies on you two when you were in her view. All you could do was throw your head back in pleasure, hips rolling down harder into his to heighten the pleasure you were already feeling.

It was the rough padding of Armin’s thumb on your clit that sent your eyes shooting open and once they did you were met with the sight that you would never expect; a peeping Tom looking at the two of you from gaps that they had created in the bookshelf surrounding you two purposefully. With a loud gasp you hurried off of Armin, pulling your shirt up and adjusting your skirt with a quickness that had him confused and scared.

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked before I touched your clit.” Poor baby thinks it’s something that he did, but you’re quick to tell him about the unwarranted peeping Tom that gave you the creeps that had since disappeared. He was livid, ready to go after the man and possibly swing a punch or two his way, but it was your reminding of him that the two of you were indeed in a public place and couldn’t do much about it that calmed him down. Plus, you wouldn’t admit it out loud but the thought of someone watching the two of you that whole time kind of turned you on even more.

#I envision the peeping Tom for the Armin one to be Bertholdt just because #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagines #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun smut #armin arlet smut #armin arlet x reader #Spicy.

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feelingofcontent · 3 years

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DNP Rewatch: Draw My Life | AmazingPhil

Date video was published: 02/01/2013 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 167

The first Draw My Life video! Videos from both DNP were less frequent here at the start of 2013 than in 2012, likely because the radio show was taking up a lot of their time. (They weren’t just doing the live show, but even filming extra stuff for it as well. Please watch that video, I beg you.)

0:07 - “escaped the uterus” is a very Phil-way to describe being born

0:19 - Phil’s people-drawing skills are...something, lol

0:24 - this is so sweet and sad; he talks about this again later and you can tell he treasures those memories

0:34 - the animal documentaries explain a lot

0:43 - why does the weatherman have cat ears, lol

0:58 - I bet their parents blamed Martyn for that one

1:11 - the “KOOL KATZ”!

1:20 - this comes up in Are we Best Friends or FIENDS?! on DAPG later on!

1:50 - Buffy had to come up in this, of course!

2:04 - that is horrifying, but I guess one way to find out if you don’t want that career

2:15 - *snort* he doesn’t lie about the 1 week thing though

2:20 - ah, I knew when I wrote the post about The Breakup that he used Ian’s actual name later on! And the little shoutout to him 😊

2:35 - the fact that he got the camera from a cereal box and that led to YouTube is just crazy

2:49 - I love this. And that he currently follows the Instagram for “Long boi” duck at York. And of course we now know that part of the reason he liked uni was that he could be more open about his sexuality. (Also, why does the duck in the drawing have 4 legs?! 😂😂)

3:06 - also the stationary store where he had one of his first big crushes that ended in disappointment

3:23 - this story about his housemate dying is so sad and probably also really scary at the time. I can’t even imagine having to get through the rest of the year of uni after that. I’m glad Phil can look back on happy memories now.

3:48 - Faintheart mention again! He just talked about that in THE ATTIC too.

3:56 - is this the first time he’s talked about The Weakest Link? I think it might be.

4:05 - awww, PJ! They’ve been friends for so long now.

4:19 - really glossing over meeting Dan at this point and fudging the timeline a bit

4:23 - but there is an immediate switch to “we” for the entire rest of the video

4:33 - calling out the breakfast bar specifically 👀

4:41 - so many things they did together that first year!

5:00 - “the happiest I’ve ever been” 🥺

5:26 - reading all of the comments is so much

5:31 - Phil’s birthday! He started celebrating with board games and chocolate. 😊

This video is a lot more personal than most of the content Phil was making at this point. Instead of just telling about things from his life, he talks some about how he was feeling in each moment as well.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #phil lester #amazingphil videos #Draw My Life | AmazingPhil #Draw My Life

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tamiddyinyourcity · 4 years

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11:03pm.

I HAVE THESE LUUUUCID DREAMS WHEEEEERE I CANT MOOOOVE A THIIING.

Fuck, I forgot Juice Wrld died. Its actually really freaking goshdarned depressing.

Wednesday, May 20th of 2020.

How am I feeling?

I'm doing alright so far. Nothing too remarkable. Letting the days pass by with ease.

It could be going easier, but, at least its still going.

Random life updates:

The foot slave dude from Twitter suddenly had ghosted me. Whatever, man. He was a little odd.

Also, some young chick went "YOU GOT SIX DOLLARS FOR FEET PICS????" And not in the "HOW COOL" way, but in the "you could've charged ten per photo and scored 20". Fuck, ouch. I could've bought that game Cam recommended me or something.... I really do wanna play Vampire: The Masquerade Bloodlands. Seems dope, you know?

Had taken an "ugly family selfie" with the other people in my house. My mom will inevitably shade me for my Playboi Carti Travis Scott Lookin Ass protective style braids in the photo, but it's still nice. Or, they still act like being around them is a huge burden. (But them acting like I'm stuck up and loathe them makes me more resistant or unsure of them, so it seems pretty damn useless.)

Hell, even back when I still somewhat gave a fuck about other members of this household, bitches were still.... fucking weird. Like, still shading me. Every time we hung out as a family, my mom went out of her way to be such an asshole to me. My sister found a way to be hostile. Older brother mocked me. Younger sibling was bland. I just.... geez, I am actually tearing up writing this. It would be nice, not being treated like shit by the other household members, you know?

I'm getting better at handling my natural hair. But still not 100% excelling at the whole "have your headscarf stay on the entire night" sorta thing.

I think my period is coming? I honestly couldn't tell if it was anxiety or just general despair causing my severe depression and physical fatigue these days. And upsetness. But, my uterus area is doing that hyperspecific cramp thing, i guess. Whoohoo, still not pregnant!

Trying to make friends! Am I succeeding? Not entirely, but that's not the point! Still trying! Still doing things anyway!

A girl I know told me that I inspire her with my writing and posts on another page..... Honestly? I love it so much. Shoutout to Zuri and Sam, yall are so sweeeeeet and kind lovely individuals and my day is brightened whenever yall talk to me.

Summer is CANCELLLLLLED AND I AM SAD ABOUT IT EVERY DAY. I was supposed to pull up flexing on these niggas like aerobics, but I guess I'll just have to save all the lacefronts I bought for something else then... A video maybe? Noice.

I miss grilled onions and barbecue sauce with ranch on a bacon cheeseburger with curly fries. Taro boba. Steak fries. All that good shit. The thing I miss most about going outside was the food. Since even alone, I could enjoy a mango juice on the patio of a diner and people watch with the sun out, or enjoy the outdoors. I don't think I'll care too much about human interactions, due to how poor it feels like its going while everyone is stuck indoors. But, hey, i miss shit.

Might go to the beach with my headphones when this is all over. Just feeling the sunset slowly, going from blazing to a nice, comforting slow burn level warmth of red and orange trailing down my skin. It feels better than sex, let me tell you that.

I'm officially 99.9% done with my bedroom! All I have to do is organize two small bins of items, and then wallah. Its so small that I can probably sleep for the first time in awhile without feeling wildly depressed about all the hoards of things I'll have to do.

Scored a podcast with a buddy this Friday! Boo yah, bitch. :)

11:43pm.

Feeling super exhausted. Long ass day, didn't eat enough. But feeling happy, and that's all that matters, really.

OH WAIT.

I FORGOT TO MENTION HOW MY COMMUNITY WASHER AND DRYER TOTALLY RUINED MY VERY FLUFFY VERY WHITE BEDROOMS WITH A THICK BLACK UNREMOVEABLE STAIN.

AND DIDN'T REMOTELY DRY MY CLOTHES DESPITE AN HOUR IN THE DRYER, RUMBLING.

Yikes.

Thats really shitty.

At least it's not my only blanket right now.

Gonna go to sleep.

Peace out.

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bonkflop · 7 years

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Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) ☺️

ahhh okay!

1. i like how i draw2. i’m pretty good at making friends3. i’m loyal4. i like the general composition of my face/body/vessel5. i don’t rly know how to put this but i’m getting really good at recognizing what is a symptom of my various brain weasels and how i can manage them? idk i’m doing really well and i’m proud of myself

i had a day of being in Big Pain (shoutout to my unwanted uterus) and frankly i do not have the energy rn to send this around but @420bunnys @king-kitsunee @arcaneenthusiast @eleventh-earl @gelabee @zennyattasfistofpeace well as all my irl friends (who i hope take this for granted) y’all are ppl i see in my activity fairly often i hope you are all doing well and i hope the universe is kind to you. all my other followers who are real people who i didn’t mention by name, you’re lovely people. take care of yourselves

ty ali i hope you’re well!! take care

#claude-money #talk talk #ask #the internet is generally a Big Void but i know you're all real people #i hope your real lives are good

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shanmarie2129 · 5 years

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I do not preach often. I do not offend easily. I have a big mouth and my opinions are strong but most of the time I keep the strong female ideals to myself. My opinions and feelings on those topics tend to surprise people and are not always what my “loved ones” expect. Where as this is neither here nor there for me I do not like to use the little time that I spend with these people justifying or arguing or even discussing such intense issues. In fact before social media I rather enjoyed not knowing most people’s opinions on such heavy topics. There isn’t much that gets me riled up. I tend to be able to ignore people’s uneducated opinions and comments for the most part but this has had my mind occupied for the past few days and I just can seem to shake it. I went and got my hair done last week and was able to not only get some time to myself but also got to spend some time with some amazing ladies. We shared some gut wrenching laughs and some rather emotional conversation. As most know I had a baby a month ago. A beautiful girl. It was a beautiful surprise to be pregnant again. The pregnancy was tough. The labor was tough and the recovery was toughest. In discussing my ups and downs we were amused by some of the bizarre questions and behaviors people show to pregnant women. Let’s start with the most common and yet most invasive.

Touching the belly. Now I’ve been lucky. I only recall one uncomfortable belly touch and it was in my first pregnancy. I work behind a bar and I have for almost twenty years. I am protected from human touch more often than not due to my career. So when it happened I think my reaction said it all. Between jumping a mile out of my skin and my facial expression I made it quite apparent that I don’t want to be touched ever, pregnant or not, without some serious warning and we better have drank out of the same cup or have gone to the bathroom together if I’m allowing you to touch me. It always caught me off guard a little when anyone would touch my belly especially a strange women, even more a strange man!! Hands to home!

Then there are the questions. Why in this day in age with all the knowledge that we have about the struggles to conceive a child or the surge of female independance in a world of choice do we ask all these damn invasive questions.

“Oh you just got married?, when are you having a baby? Are you pregnant yet? When are you gonna get pregnant?”

Or if you’ve had a baby....

“When is number two on the way? Are you gonna have any more? How many babies will you be having?!”

Listen Helen! What is my last name?! Shit what is my first name? When did you lose your virginity? Are you still menstrating? Can you imagine if I asked if a stranger was menstrating? Working with the public these questions have come up often. I have learned that most people aren’t doing it to be rude or inappropriate. People are just simply irresponsible with their questions and most people lack total self awareness. I have gotten these questions often enough where I have learned how to deal with them.

Sometimes I’ll just be harshly honest.

“When are you having baby number two?”

“Not sure Helen, wasn’t supposed to be able to have the first one!”

That one shuts people down quick. Like what does that mean? Did the government deam her not fit to have children? Did her ovaries roll across the playground in grade school never to be found? Did she have a child once but returned it after 90 days because she wasn’t completely satisfied? I have usually only responded in this manner to people who I considered to be comfortable learning more and whom I’m comfortable with or to someone so uncomfortable I knew it would stop there. Sometimes in the midst of a large crowd when this question would appear, and you’d be surprised how many times it has while I’m four deep (at the bar), I just yell

“I have a thin uterus George!”

That shuts the crowd up, but also gives me an extra 15 seconds to grab some tips off the bar or take another order.

Now my personal favorite is a guarantee shut down. People will go silent. “Congratulations on your nuptials. When are you going to get pregnant?!”

“Well, that’s in the Lord’s hands.”

And just walk away.

Leaves people speechless everytime. You see for whatever reason nobody wants to talk about religion these days. People want to talk about everything. Abortion, sexual assault, even my thin uterus. But for whatever reason religion shuts them up. Even the religious ones. How come? Maybe because they don’t want to crush two dreams at once. Maybe because they don’t know anything about religion or they don’t want to know anymore about yours. Who cares you have ended the conversation.

Or how about this, which until last week I wasn’t aware was a thing people did.

You’re pregnant with your second child and someone asks what you’re having. You respond with; “Im having a boy.” “Congratulations, what do you already have?” “A boy.” “Ooo I’m so sorry.”

What?!! You’re sorry?! I said a boy Karen not the spawn of satan! Why are you apologizing? It is a baby. Where maybe I had a twinge of disappointment, in which in my case I didn’t, I am happy to have a happy healthy baby. Or maybe I did not want a girl. Maybe my dream was to have a house full of boys! My own NFL team perhaps. People are strange. They always want to know the name too. Sometimes I think just to make a face or criticize. I prefer to see the judgement on their faces after the baby is born. It is more uncomfortable for them. I could go on for days about the comments people make or the questions they ask. Most of them are out of kindness and curiosity. I know people aren’t trying to be malicious. Yet some of these questions are invasive.

You are having a csection....why, How long are you working, are you coming back to work? Did you gain this much weight the first time? Should you eat that? It goes on and on. But here is the one that got me the most angry. The reason for writing this.

I went home and told my husband about some of these conversations. He responds with this. Brace yourself. “

“A lot of people have asked me if you’re breastfeeding.”

“Really?!” “

“Yeah and it makes me a little uncomfortable.”

Um yeah!!! Why in gods name are people asking my husband if I’m breastfeeding? First off it makes me uncomfortable when certain people ask me. Why is it anyone’s business how I feed my child? You should only be concerned if I’m not feeding her. And why are you asking my husband. Person that doesn’t know me why are you asking? Are you planning on wet nursing for me to give me some relief? Are you going to purchase some of my favorite nipple cream? Are you even going to high give him if he responds the way you see fit? What a strange thing to ask. I feel like it’s being asked because there is no longer a tolerance for shaming breast feeders. That it is a right that we have and we as women will not tolerate being shamed for feeding our children the way nature intended. However I am not breastfeeding. We are formula feeding and we feel your judgement. In a world where feminism has taken over I feel shamed. It is my body and it is my right to feed my child as I want but gasp why are you not breastfeeding? You see it is ok to choose as a women as long as you choose the way they want you too. This isn’t all women. I know that. This is just my immediate most recent experience. And this happens all the time. With more heavy topics and I’m certainly not going there. But this is what I wish people were more aware of. Getting pregnant, being pregnant, not being pregnant, not wanting to be pregnant, breastfeeding, not breastfeeding, and after pregnant is hard for some people. A lot of people. It is personal. It is about strength and tears and challenges. It is about infertility, miscarriages, medications, injections, surgeries, hormones, medical issues, arguments, choices..scary choices. We struggled with infertility. We are now blessed to have two beautiful children. Two more than we thought we could have. Yes we could have looked into adoption. Many people ask that question to people struggling with infertility. We didn’t because my hormones were making me sick and adopting a child when i wasn’t able to care for that child at my best didn’t seem fair. We fixed my hormones and I got pregnant. I explain this only because people have the audacity to shame people for this too. That was our reasons other people have many more. But people do not consider those things before they ask. They assume they know the answers already. These immediate assumptions can be harsh. We have been lucky. Most people have steered clear of invasive judgements and questions to my face. I have thick skin though, not everyone does. Be careful. Be kind. In a world where everything is in our faces and everyone has an opinion it can be detrimental. Be kind. We cannot change the whole world but maybe we can change it at arms length. It’s ok to be curious just make sure your prepared to hear the answers.

Let me give a quick shoutout to the women and men who choose not to have children and should also never have to explain themselves!! That may be a whole different blog.

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therightnewsnetwork · 7 years

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Hillary’s “Future is Female” femme-a-goguery

All that was missing from Hillary Clinton’s video address to a left-wing women’s group this week was a pink pussyhat and a “BOYS SUCK” T-shirt.

Feminists at the MAKERS conference in Southern California gushed over the twice-failed presidential candidate’s remarks, which exhorted her ideological sisters-in-arms to “be bold,” “step up and speak out,” and “set an example for every woman and girl out there who’s worried about what the future holds and wonders whether our rights, opportunities and values will endure.”

(The alleged sexual assault victims of Bill Clinton who have stepped up and spoken boldly, however, did not get a shoutout.)

On its face, Hillary’s statement seems like standard-issue, gender-centric cheerleading. But her declaration that “The Future is Female” is a dog whistle to the most extreme wing of the progressive feminist movement — where an explicitly anti-male, grievance-wallowing, lady parts-obsessed culture prevails. A “female future,” after all, necessitates that inherently bad boys take a political backseat and yield all their authority to Grrrrl Power.

“The Future is Female” became a popular T-shirt motto in the 1970s, when a “queer feminist” bookstore owner in New York City snapped a photo of her girlfriend donning the slogan. Another feminist retailer, Otherwild, started marketing the apparel recently in a “call for the end of patriarchal ideology, domination, oppression and violence.” A quarter of the proceeds from sales of Otherwild’s “Future is Female” wear goes to Planned Parenthood.

Yes, the “Future is Female” propagandists are funding an abortion giant that has exterminated the futures of millions of unborn females in the U.S. and around the world.

Among the new femme-a-gogues fortunate enough to have avoided Planned Parenthood’s fatal forceps is patriarchy-smasher Kiran Gandhi. The Georgetown University and Harvard University School of Business grad is a musician who wears the T-shirt and whose companion song, “The Future is Female,” is an ear-warping anthem for the fist-clenchers.

“Toxic masculinity has to end,” she sing-raps. Feminist Superfund to the rescue!

“The system must make room for all that we do,” Gandhi demands. “We’ve been bleeding each month till we gave birth to you!”

Egad. What is it with these women and their fixation on menstrual cycles? Gandhi found fame while running the London Marathon in 2015 as she let her period flow down her athletic pants for 26 miles. As she and her stained self crossed the finish line, feminists praised her “courage” and “resilience” for running without a tampon. Get her a Nobel Prize.

Admirers at People magazine dubbed her the “Period Runner.” One feminist blog called her a “menstrual hero.” Gandhi later explained her role as an “ambassador” raising awareness of “menstrual health and hygiene” so that “instead of seeing it as a taboo, we should seek ways to design systems that make it easier for women to be comfortable during our cycles.”

Pushback against “period shaming” has become such a thing among privileged feminist elites that these gender justice warriors vandalized buildings during the Women’s March in Washington, D.C., by slapping sanitary napkins all over the walls. They donned tampon earrings and uterus costumes. They swooned while Ashley Judd shrieked on stage about being “nasty, like the blood stains on my bed sheets.”

This is not self-empowerment. It’s just gross self-indulgence and exhibitionism.

As the mother of a teenage daughter and teenage son, I don’t want Hillary’s female future for either of my kids. HillaryWorld is a bleak, identity politics cesspool hijacked by nutty man-haters running around with crocheted sexual organs on their heads and babbling about the human rights crime of their “flow.”

Keep up with this bloody mess, Hillary and friends, and you’ll be paving a smooth path to Trump 2020.

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Hillary’s “Future is Female” femme-a-goguery

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Hillary’s “Future is Female” femme-a-goguery

All that was missing from Hillary Clinton’s video address to a left-wing women’s group this week was a pink pussyhat and a “BOYS SUCK” T-shirt.

(The alleged sexual assault victims of Bill Clinton who have stepped up and spoken boldly, however, did not get a shoutout.)

Yes, the “Future is Female” propagandists are funding an abortion giant that has exterminated the futures of millions of unborn females in the U.S. and around the world.

“Toxic masculinity has to end,” she sing-raps. Feminist Superfund to the rescue!

“The system must make room for all that we do,” Gandhi demands. “We’ve been bleeding each month till we gave birth to you!”

This is not self-empowerment. It’s just gross self-indulgence and exhibitionism.

Keep up with this bloody mess, Hillary and friends, and you’ll be paving a smooth path to Trump 2020.

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10:29pm.

My period came.

Shoutout to my uterus, for not having babies to wack ass men. Or, maybe I should thank condoms....

Also, shoutout to Plan B for working for me that one time. It would be a tragedy if I got pregnant by Patrick #1 the very first time we had sex..... lmfao. Thank god Plan B exists.

Nigga was so worried that I'd like one of his baby photos TOO much, at AGE EIGHTEEN, and was worried I'd want him to get me peragananent.

First of all..... audacity. Second of all, he sure the fuck was ri- I mean, NO, he was wrong. Sure, he was fine as hell, huge dick, communicated perfectly, really intelligent, caring, and had a family that I got along with perfectly, BUT, I was EIGHTEEEEEEEEEN.

A girl whos only been on the market for men above 18 for less than a year, giving up her newfound freedom for a child not from a millionaire? No thank you.

Also, it would be a huge health risk in so many ways. If I'd ever get pregnant, I'd either need to entirely rebuild my life somewhere else away from those I knew before, like in Kill Bill, to protect me and my kid from any additional family or whatever.... Or, I'd need to be married, to someone who's actually hella stable.

I do worry about keeping a kid though.

I'm super pro-choice, but I do remember the one or two almost pregnancy scares I had. Nothing is scarier than:

The two seconds of shower sex with a dweeb you met online results in 18+years of hell with a kid, and his dad, the dude who owns dragon dildos and hotwires nerf guns. (That guy was ridiculously cool, even if the sex was definitely one of the lowest of the lowest incidents of sex ever had.) I hope he's doing well, even though I said some not very kind parting words to him? for seperate reasons, unrelated to him sucking in bed like that.

Then moving in with him and his family.

And the downward spiral where any future for modeling or directing would end with me raising a child in a super crowded and unwelcoming household!

I think that alone solidified my stance for "don't date broke, dumb, or unattractive and naive people".

Yeah, no.

I was literally in bed crying and stressed the fuck out to imagine all the things I would lose all over having a baby.

But also, the guilt of removing what could grow into a child. For someone that likes to quote Danny Devito's "flush it out", I still got emotional at the idea of that, you know? And it kinda made me aware of why my mom chose to keep my older sister and brother, since the guilt was too much.

Let's just say, the universe had different plans for me, and it turned out BOOM, i wasnt pregnant at all. THANK YOU LOOOOOOOORD, THANK YOU LOOOOOOOORD I HAD MORE THINGS IN STORE FOR MYSELF THAN THAAAAAAAT.

AAAAAAAAA, phew.

Yeah. I'd rather be hot and live my life good for now, get successful, THEN have some babies.

No shade to my mom though, she did what she felt had been right and she did end up having good kids. (Not fully related, but my older brother did walk into the kitchen like "How do yall feel about the concept of, 'having a train run on someone?'," to my mom and stepdad..... Yeah, never expected us to be THAT type of family. Shit, my mom barely even is used to me saying bad words.)

Babies are cute, childbirth is not, and i already had a big portion of puberty worrying about body image, stretch marks, sagging, how my pussay looks, and more. I'm not gonna spend my 19th year worrying about that AND how to sustain another human being. I can barely even get out of bed AS IS, WHAT PRICK THINGS I CAN HANDLE A CHILD BEING RIPPED FROM MY BODY AND INSTANTLY DEMANDING MY SERVICES AFTER NINE MONTHS STRAIGHT OF HELL?

......

Why am I even writing about pregnancies?

.....

Oh, right. My uterus is killing me. Blood keeps coming. I am in a lot of pain!

It sucks, since I'm officially immobile. And exhausted. Aaaaand my mom is gonna insult me for not doing a better job on my bedroom. (An empty space and extreme darkness and silence and isolation after years without it + random trauma from the past four years on my mind + the combined trauma of sexual assault awareness month and all the men who happily used me for their pleasure and any remaining guilt or upset I have about things + random occasional negative thoughts about myself or the strained relationships with others in my life + questioning my life purpose entirely + fear of how life will look like after its all said and done + inability to feel clean in the shower due to nonstop sweating either way + not eating properly period = oh dear looks like taamia stayed up to 3am and slept in until almost 3pm.... and then, still needs a few hours to adjust mentally.)

The time flew by......

Sigh.

I'm making a video about Scotty, since I feel the need to open up about those who have harmed me.

The consequences.... intimidate me.

But, niggas never take me seriously anyways until its too late. So, a little honesty podcast won't kill him, would it? We can't be so lucky. :)

Positive things about today:

I found my missing sketchbooks!!!! All.... eleven of them. Memory loss is a bitch, I'll really just keep blowing money at the craft store for the exact same empty mixed media notepads, just to forget I own em....... Cool, I asked Rowan to call me on my shit if I ever say the words, "I'm going to the craft store, to get some more supplies!"

Rowan was going a bit buckwild. Just kinda..... well, buckwild. I totally get it though. Hell, I think the way we became friends in the first place was him seeing me openly post about my overall spite for life, mocking it, and he was just like.... "Yeah, only hot people post like that." (I'm not even exaggerating lmfaooooooo and look at us now bud!)

We eventually had a cool talk on video chat for the first time ever. Yknow, marxism, the utter devastation of Bernie dropping out and our only options for Americans being either a senile old rapist who supports ICE, or a senile old rapist who supports ICE. Plus, he's cute on camera.... Awwwwww fuck.

And not sure I wanna write every single topic ever, but uh, interesting tales of milkmen and witches. No, i will not comment further.

Let me smash please

P L E A S E

And now I'm just... sitting in a cozy little chair at 11:28pm, totally in agony over my period, aaaaand unsure if I wanna deal with having my hoohaa monsoon a red fiery blood storm every five fucking footsteps, or if I wanna suck it up, bite my tongue, and deal with a diva cup.

Agh.

Probably better take it easy for the rest of the night. Full body chills and the general cramps, bloating, and sickness gets to me... (plus, I oddly gain a stronger sense of smell when on my period.... the family microwave smells fucking terrible, dear god, i almost threw up fucking immediately.)

I should probably order a crapton of lion king rolls or carne asada burritos pretty soon. My body reacts well to the protein, omega-3 and the balance of meat with flavored rice and avocado.

AAAAAAAA I JUST REMEMBERED I NEED TO DO SOMETHING WITH THE VEGETABLE GROCERIES I GOT AS WELL BEFORE THEY GROW MOLD.

FUCK.

Notes to self:

Instacart some steak meat and bread soon. Or, do some magic with the freezer burned meat in your fridge for now.

Find recipes with avocado.

Make an omelet with bell peppers, and drink green tea.

Remember to text Eli about the weekend plans!

Probably go to the bank soon and deposit your money as soon as possible.

Make a salami, tomato and lettuce sandwich. Heavy on the tomato... maybe make 2 of them, to feed yourself well.

Alright. Just eating and peace for now.

I'm glad I managed to convince Rowan to get some sleep and medicine. The way he was acting, I was worried he'd be gone at any second......

He's a good guy, and a nice friend. Glad we're currently helping eachother out this quarantine.

Still amused by the meeting.

A friendship blossomed thanks to an equal enjoyment of marxism, flirting, and mutual abandonment issues and senses of humor? Thats hella rad, man.

11:42pm. Gotta sleep soon. Might finally push my bed against the wall, which will ultimately help me out so much in the sleep department to not have limbs hanging off my bed. After cleaning it many times, im ready to take the plunge.

Also, I'm tired as fuck, yall.......

Man.

I hope I get some sweet dreams tonight. Peace, yalls.

#nice #:)#i wanna suck his dick so hard that dyson nominates me as their national spokesperson #im tryna have my nails turn his back into a jackson pollock painting made with red ink #(eluding to scratchmarks and not blood)#im tryna batista bomb this nigga #jesus christ #oh yay

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