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hey, we’ll be ok

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possum walk!

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Idgaf if you don't want to write essays for school. I don't care if you don't want to write corporate emails yourself. I don't care if you can't draw well, I don't care if you can't write well, I don't care if you just really really want to talk to your favorite fictional character but don't want to RP with a real person because you have social anxiety or whatever

If you're still regularly using generative ai, chatgpt or midjourney or character.ai or literally whatever the fuck, im personally blaming you when my utility prices start going up.

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Yeah it is a stunt and it’s a stunt we can blame democrats for too. Like they didn’t have to vote for that bill and tiktok wouldn’t have sucked up to trump. They blatantly accelerated a rise in facism.

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Before - Mike Dodds x Reader (NSFW)

Rated M for SMUT

Tagging: @plaidbooks @misscharlielulu @witches-unruly-heart @caracalwithchips @storiesofsvu @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff @crazy4chickennuggets @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @1234-angelika @formulapierre @mysoulisasunflower @luckyladycreator2 @xoxabs88xox @bbyxoo @evee87 @the-adzukibean @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @niya12 @witches-unruly-heart @alwaysachorusgirl @elizabeththebat @queeniesdiary @upsteadlogic @genius2050 @iworldlywriter @ritasantosworld @plaidbooks @avillagesperson @irishavengersassemble

Mike’s kisses were like fire, hot and searing as you straddled his lap, your fingers carding through his dark hair as he moaned into your mouth. His white shirt hung open, revealing his muscular chest and that large starburst scar that disappeared into the waistband of his black trousers.

Your lipstick marks decorated the hollow of his throat, fading as they reached his collarbone. Already he looked debauched, his pupils blown as you arched your hips just slightly, grinding down along the length of his cock. His hand fastened on the nape of your neck as he drew you back to his swollen lips.

“I missed you.” he said, smiling into your mouth. “Missed being with you like this.”

“Me too.” You told him, your fingertips trailing along the outline of his scar.

“I love you; you know?” he whispered, his nose trailing along the length of yours. “I didn’t say it before, but I felt it.”

‘Before’ being prior to the shooting that had almost ended his life. He’d died for a few minutes in his hospital bed. When it happened, it felt like you were being eviscerated, like someone had cut you open and torn out your heart. You thought of all the things you hadn’t said, that you’d wanted to say.

“I love you too.” You told him, smiling against his lips before kissing him.

It was soft and sultry, full of unspoken promises. It had been a while since the two of you had expressed yourselves physically, not since before the shooting. Mike’s recovery has been a long, painful road and neither of you wanted to compromise that, but you missed the intimacy that came with making love.

“Be gentle with me.” He teased as you unzipped his trousers. He lifted his hips as you helped to remove his underwear. A blush crept across his cheeks as you straddled his lap again. “It feels the like the first time.”

“Are you nervous?” you asked, your thumb trailing over the apple of his cheek as you tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

“I just want it to be good for you.” he said as his hands coming to test back on your hips. “I don’t want to disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.” You told him. “We’ll take it slow and if anything hurts, we’ll stop, ok?”

“Hm.” He mumbled before kissing you again.

He moaned into your mouth as you sank down inch by inch. His grip on your hips tightened as he guided you back down onto his cock.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.” He whispered into the hollow of your throat.

You rocked slowly together, Mike’s arm wrapping around your waist, pinning you against him. He needed you, needed the intimacy of this act, because saying how much he loved you wasn’t enough, he needed to show you.  Already he felt wrecked, you were ruining him with each, and every motion and he loved it, loved the sensation of being wrapped up in your again, of being loved by you.

“Fuck baby, it’s been too long since we did this.” He tells you. “Love being with you again. Love you.”

It was perfection, a slice of time carved out where the two of you could simply enjoy each other in the moment. The ecstasy built and it built, and it built, until Mike couldn’t hold back anymore. His orgasm was on the horizon when you peaked, your core gripping his cock so fucking tightly he felt like he was going to combust. His own climax hit him like a freight train, tearing through his system like an IED. He cried out as he thrust up into you, spilling inside of you as he buried himself all the way up the hilt.

He sagged back into the couch, drawing you back with him so the two of you remained pressed together. He tipped his head back, teeth grinding together as he hissed through his teeth.

“Mike?” You questioned withdrawing from his body, before coming to kneel on the couch beside him. “Does it hurt?”

“A little.” He confessed, his arm enveloping your shoulders and drawing you closer.

“You should have said something.” You told him.

“I didn’t want to stop.” He murmured into your hairline.  “I missed being with you like that, I missed the intimacy. I wanted to reconnect, be normal again.”

“It takes time.” You reminded him, your hand coming to rest on the space where his heart resided. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His fingers entwined with yours, before he brought them up to his lips.

“I think…” he swallowed hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “I think I just really needed to hear that.”

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americans have the collective memory of a goldfish. never forgot it was Him who put the pieces into place for tiktok to be banned. don't let him take the credit to save it now.

because saving it now will include selling it off to someone like elon or zuck. and we've seen just how shitty their platforms are. don't. fucking. fall for it.

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TUMBLR 101: a helpful guide for tiktok refugees

are YOU a former tiktok user trying to learn how to use tumblr to fill the void the american tiktok ban is leaving in your soul? here are some things you should know, from someone who’s going on their eighth year on this hellsite:

1. you can say anything on here. gone are the days of having to use words like “unalive” and “seggs.” murder! kill! sex! fuck! speak your mind!

2. there is a community for you on here. regardless of what you’re into or however small the fandom is, you have a place here. at least one other person will have heard of your weird obscure interest. strike up a conversation!

3. followers don’t matter. tumblr is one of the last remaining social media sites in which your number of followers means absolute jack shit. this can be disorienting at first, but once you lean into the fact that everyone on this website is equal, it’s very freeing. clout means nothing here.

4. similarly, you can post at any time. while tiktok has an algorithm that favors certain times, tumblr has no such algorithm. post whatever you want, whenever you want. every post has virtually the same chance at getting notes, regardless of when it is posted.

5. tags can have spaces between the words! this one is very exciting. tags can be a whole sentence. you can also use the tags to comment on someone’s post without actually adding onto the physical post itself (which is sometimes frowned upon and called “derailing” if you use this feature to bring up a completely different point other than the one that’s being made on the original post).

TL;DR: speak your mind, find your place, followers don’t matter, post anytime, have fun with tags!! tumblr is a wonderful site used to share things you’re excited about. be patient with yourself as you’re learning and have fun!

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Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me

sometimes you do just have to lie to children.

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matthew mcconaughey as young rust cohle is actually the sexiest anyone has ever looked

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Martina McBride didn't win Country Music Association Song of the Year for a song about how burning your house down with your abusive husband still inside it is good, noble, and an allegory for the American Revolution for people to act like the genre belongs to bootlicking fucks

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what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.

Go!!

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Ok I’m in a mood because I just started watching a PBS documentary on the history of country music. The one by Ken Burns, and I think it’s because the root of country music is protest. Pre 9/11 country music is full of left leaning ideals and protest about the American people.

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Hey. Your brain needs to de-frag. Literally it needs you to sit there and space out.

If you want your memory or executive function to improve, stare out a window at the skyline or sidewalk or trees or birds on the electrical wires for like 20+ minutes per day. (With no other stimulation like a podcast or TV if you can manage but hey baby steps innit). If you're fortunate enough to have safe outside with any bits of nature, go stare closely at a 1 meter square of grass and trip out on the bugs and shapes of grasses and stuff.

Literally this will make you smarter. Our brains HAVE TO HAVE this zone out time to do important stuff behind the scenes. This does not happen during sleep, it's something else.

That weird pressurized feeling you get sometimes might be your brain on no defrag.

Give your brain a Daily Dose Of De-Frag.