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Americans,

I know today is a horrible day for us, but here are some things I thought of that we could do. And of course, these aren't the only things, nor do I mean to preach. I know sometimes it's just not possible to take action at all. This, however, is the tiny bit that I can do, so please keep it going by sharing and adding what you find as well. I love you. I'm hugging you so tight. We'll get through this.

1. Use and share tools to hone critical thinking, media literacy, and fact-checking skills. (These will be tested even more in the next 4 years).

Newslit.org

2. Support reputable organizations fighting the good fight for reproductive freedom, sexual health, and education. These freedoms are already compromised, and it will only get worse. We refuse to fucking go back.

https://www.plannedparenthood.org/

3. Help organizations that support LGBTQ+ people, especially the young. This administration plans to make life very difficult for them.

https://www.thetrevorproject.org/

4. Support organizations that support and defend BIPOC, especially Black women who have been the ones coming through the most (by far) for all of us in terms of political and social justice.

Naacp.org

5. Use and support your county's public library. Use their resources, donate if possible, protest against book banning and branch closures. We need libraries and librarians desperately. WE NEED public, free, and egalitarian educational resources for everyone.

If you have other ideas for ways we can help one another, please share them. It's okay to be scared, to feel angry, and hopeless, and need to grieve. But when you're ready, let's get together and figure out what we can do.

@sweetsigyn @smolvenger @loopsisloops @word-wytch @munson-blurbs @ladyofthestayingpower

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Elon did a nazi salute, the US is out of the Paris Climate treaty, Trump didn't put his hand on the Bible, and while signing the 9 executive orders the announcer repeated the phrase "full control of the government", all the while its MLK Jr Day.

Just remember that we have a duty to overthrow a government when it no longer serves the needs of the citizens.

i need everyone to know going into the next four years that it’s unapologetically fuck donald trump around these parts

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don't get me wrong, i LOVE music. i have over 50k hours on spotify each year.

but anything that requires a hint of critical thinking i need pure silence. its funny because i thought for the longest time i was weird for not liking music playing in the background when i clean or write or literally do anything. if there is music playing, it must be very specifically Background Jazz Classical Lo-Fi™

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that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

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I just need everyone to know about this tiktok account where these two girls sit and make a cocktail or a mixed drink, usually in a public place, but specifically usually like a fast food restaurant, and look around somewhat nervously while they do it like they’re on the run. They’re usually prominently featuring 2000s-era pop culture like wearing bedazzled clothing or using a Motorola RAZR. It’s called 2girls1bottl3 and I’m obsessed with it.

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i had sporticus jayce (IG), vi jayce (TikTok), and chappell roan jayce (YouTube) as my pfps for a month now

In honor of Arcane finale coming out today here is 270 pfps from the jayce war

+ bonus funny comments

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this 100%

also, people need to understand the difference between exploitative rich people (bezos, musk, trump, etc) and wealthy individuals who got their money through hard work.

a couple had just bought their first home together a month ago and now it's burned to the ground. a father and small business owner came back to his neighborhood only to find ashes. some people lost all their valuables, family photos, important documents, their cars alongside their entire community.

the people living in these homes are doctors, lawyers, small business owners, the elderly, the hard working, their children, and their pets.

im not saying you shouldn't criticize wealthy people or ignore any problematic behaviors they exhibit, but these fires aren't targeting evil people. they're fires and they're going to find whatever fuel they can get, whether it's a racist MAGA republican's home or the home of someone who dedicates their lives to charitable causes and helps their community.

i hate rich people™ as much as the next guy, but don't think you're better than them by celebrating 15k+ acres of land and communities being burned.

You know, I've seen a few people online making shitty comments about the fires in SoCal right now, and about all the rich peoples' homes burning, and I'm disgusted and just so exhausted over how crass, mean-spirited, and downright nasty so many people are the moment they think they're in the clear to feel good about someone else being hurt, just as long as it's, you know, one of THOSE people and not them.

Meanwhile, I'm over here thinking about when I used to work at the hippie woo store a few years back, and I was waiting outside for the bus after a night shift, and one of our regular customers (a pretty wealthy woman who I'm pretty sure LIVES in one of the areas that's affected by the fires right now) drove past me, then pulled around and gave me a ride home.

And then I remembered the time she waited until nearly closing time one night hoping to confront another regular customer who had been horrendously rude to me.

Hot take: I have had coworkers that were full on MAGA, anti-vaxxers, anti-choice, etc. and as much as I absolutely could not stand those people, as angry as I was that I would get punished for reporting their inappropriate behavior, as resentful as I was about the times I was told to apologize to my racist old coworker for offending her by pointing out that she can't be going on insane rants while ringing up our fucking customers, at the end of the day, if I ran across that same coworker bleeding out in the road, I would run out to help her.

I fundamentally disagreed with her on every single thing that came out of her mouth. I consider her one of the most vapid, selfish, and ignorant people I've ever met in my life. And I would still help her if I came across her and she needed it, not because I particularly want to do something nice for her, but because it's the right thing to do.

I would not take pleasure out of watching her suffer, or lose her home. I would not enjoy watching my most hated customers go through that. I sure as hell don't enjoy seeing complete strangers suffer and lose THEIR homes. I could sit here and whine about how at least THEY have homes to lose, or I could do the bare minimum thing that any decent person can do, and just not be a huge asshole.

I'm sure a good at least a few of those people who lost their homes were probably some of my worst customers. I know the area (well, a little bit, anyway), and I know we had shoppers that would come out to our store from there. And quite a few of them were absolutely insufferable. And still, I hope that they are safe, and that their homes are okay.

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im in LA with a fire burning 2 miles from my home. just packed a to-go bag and awaiting for evacuation orders.

i grew up in CA and im no stranger to wild fires erupting, but never have there been one so severe and in JANUARY. climate change is no joke and im already severely impacted in just a 48 hours. i dont want thoughts or prayers, i want change and i want our planet to be saved.

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‘why do you read “various x reader stories?”’

first, i’m a narcissist and will not read it if it’s not about me

second, I love the feeling of people liking me

third, I was ignored as a child

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Me when I get jumpscared by my own fics/posts while reading other fics for inspo???

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you better watch out. you better watch out. you better watch out. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT.

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Hello 👋,

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The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔

Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. 🙏🕊

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if you scroll down their profile, someone vetted this campaign and their IG profile is legitimate.

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caitvi x f!reader, established!vi x reader

caitlyn's nervous and you're there to...help.

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"Keep her alive, sweetheart," Vi says to you, leaning in to peck your cheek. "I'll be right back."

Then she's headed down to the hall to see Babette. Leaving you and Caitlyn standing in the hallway of the Brothel, noises of the various sort sounding left and right.

This isn't anything new to you; you're undercity born, and it isn't uncommon to hear unsavory noises now and again. People fuck everywhere down here, it's surprising that a lot of it is happening in the Brothel.

But you can tell Caitlyn is nervous with how she fidgets. Her eyes are darting all over, cheeks delicately flushed as she's exposed to what most Topsiders aren't exposed to. She's on edge, looking as if she's about to burst out of her own skin.

So you attempt to comfort her, aiming a small smile her way which is weakly returns.

"You've gotta try and relax, y'know?" You tell her, leaning against the wall behind you. "Being in here is all about being confident and letting people know you aren't from out of town."

"Easy for you to say," Caitlyn grumbles, still looking around, her body tight and rigid. "I wasn't...I'm not used to—"

"I know," you assure her, smiling and hold out your hand. "I'm here to help so we can, at least, survive until Vi comes back. Let's find an empty room and pretend you're my client or something."

Caitlyn looks down at your hand before grasping it, allowing herself to be led down the hallway. She notes how soft your hands feel, along with the small ridges of callouses that lay on the width of your palm. A stunning contrast that feels...very nice.

You quickly find an empty room and slip the both of you inside it. Then you perch yourself onto the couch, sinking into the cushions with a pleased sigh. Caitlyn watches you from the doorway, wondering what's to happen next.

But you leading her is a common theme this evening, your eyes pining her down as you beckon her with a curl of your finger. Caitlyn feels herself go flush, the sight of someone as beautiful as you calling her forth not going unnoticed to her.

She steps forward, ready to sink into the couch by your side, when she thinks of Vi and stops.

You notice.

"What's wrong?" You ask, concerned, and Caitlyn looks behind her, as if Vi's been there watching her eye up her girlfriend. She swallows and asks:

"Is this okay? It's not going to...make Vi upset?"

You stare at her for a second before your lips curve into a sly smile.

"Why? Do you like me or something?"

Caitlyn quickly shakes her head, so fast it pains her neck and she's saying, "No, of course not! I mean, I do like you as a friend a-and I enjoy your c-company and—"

You lean forward with a laugh, reaching out to take her hands and pull her onto the couch.

"I'm just messing with you!" You exclaim, laughing still. "Listen, Vi's not gonna get mad at me pretending to flirt with you. We've been apart for seven years and are still strong, our relationship is rock solid." Then you smile, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Caitlyn's ear, the touch leaving a burning sensation. "Besides, I really don't think she'd mind. Two hotties sitting real close and personal as they talk about who knows what."

You're really close when you say that, your breath warm over Caitlyn's mouth, your knee pressed against hers and—

Caitlyn swallows.

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DRY HUMPING SUPREMACYYYYY

it's getting sticky!

a little vi x reader

wc : 1.166

inspired by this tweet. don't look at me.

contains : boxer!vi ib this, fem!reader, scissoring, vi's a horndog wbk.

a/n: can't wait for act 4 to drop next week don't worry they just took a week's break guys. pitfighter vi changed my life i had to keep pausing the episodes to scream into my hands baby girl come home.

ever since vi had met you, she had been discovering quite a few new things about herself.

she is apparently an active sleeptalker, has a habit of biting her lips when thinking, and once she gets you in bed she needs to keep going until she passes out.

she’d always known she had a soft spot for pretty girls, constantly flirting with and taking home the girls who showed up to her matches with her face plastered on their shirts and phone cases. but eventually, she started to grow a bit bored with the routine of a night of rough sex with a stranger before parting ways, never to meet again. well, hopefully. unfortunately, some of the girls could get a bit obsessed. one of the cons of being too good with a strap.

but like a deity above heard her secret prayers she spots you in the crowd at one of her shows, oh-so-pretty face stuck staring down at your phone as a girl she assumes is your friend looks on to the match with glee. as cliche as it was, she was instantly intrigued.

she had no choice but to come up to you after the show, black leather jacket slung over her shoulders as she greets you with a flirty smile and one of her most trusty pick up lines to make you laugh.

you aren't impressed. you do call her cute, which is a win in her book. luckily your friend is a huge fan, and manages to persuade you into giving her your number for an autograph. she swears she hears the girl call her hot when your friend drags you away, and she doesn’t hear you disagree.

you make it very clear at the start of the relationship that you know about her reputation with other women, and that you don't want to have sex until you are sure she is committed to you. and while she obviously respects your boundaries, taking the care to make she never goes too far whenever things do start to get a little more intimate, she has to admit it’s a bit of a struggle to keep it in her pants. she swears after a few weeks you start teasing her, hugging her from behind when you're in a towel fresh out of the shower and wearing tops with lower and lower necklines.

and once you finally do tell her you're ready to go all the way? the girl is stuck on you from sunset to sundown, wringing countless orgasms from you until you have to use the last of your energy to tap out.

she adores how you can keep up with her, especially after she successfully wins a match. the adrenaline from the fight is still pumping through her veins, sweat and bruises dotted over her skin as she rushes over to you once she’s cleared of injuries and lifts you up in her arms, twirling you around until she starts to get dizzy. the sound of your squeals and giggles as she bites and kisses at your neck one of her favorite sounds in the world.

it can only be paralleled by the noises you’re making now, desperate and pitched-up whines and gasps as you sit across from her, eyes drooping and head falling back as you grind your hips into hers. she had been so desperate to get her hands on you that she couldn’t be bothered to pull down either of your underwear, the friction from her boxers and your panties making her eyes roll into the back of her head. she’s sure the grip her hand has on your leg propped up next to her is too tight and sure to leave a slight bruise, but you only subtly push it closer to her grip, biting your lip when her nails dig into your skin.

“come on, come on pretty girl, keep giving it to me.”

her hoarse voice pants, tilting her hips just the slightest to the side so that her clit rubs even harder on the wet fabric below, brushing against yours the slightest bit to make you let out a needy moan. normally her dirty words are enough to send you into overdrive but she can tell that tonight the euphoria is getting to you, too deep in the experience to register what she’s saying. her other hand that's not gripping onto you for dear life reaches over, her breath hitching when her cunt presses even harder into yours, and gently but firmly grabs you by the back of the head so your head is upright again.

“vi, ‘h my god-” your moan is cut off by her plush lips harshly pressing into yours and sticking her tongue in your mouth, muscles massaging each other before she pulls away and watches the string of spit that connects you to each other. a dopey grin grows on her face before she ever so slightly tilts your head down, laughing at the strained gasp that leaves your throat.

even with fabric there you’re obviously both soaked, dark and light materials stained by yourselves and each other and only growing more intense by the second. it creates a perfect blend of embarrassment but arousal in you that forces you to grind yourself into her harder, chasing that high for the both of you as you hear the audible noises of your bodies meeting.

as you both get closer you start to get clingier, your trembling hands resting on vi’s shoulders as a subtle hint that she picks up on immediately. she helps you to wrap your arms around her shoulders as hers moves to your back, squeezing your sides and rubbing over the skin when your teary exhausted voice calls her name over and over as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“vi, vi, ‘m so close, please, oh shit harder-”

“i know, i know, baby. just a little more, fuck you feel so good, prettiest girl, god prettiest pus-”

she smiles and bites into your shoulder when your orgasm finally hits you, the desperate grinding of your hips paired with the breathy whining from your throat right next to her ear sending her to nirvana right after you, broad hands pulling your overstimulated into hers so she can keep using your pliant body to carry her through her orgasm.

you sit in each other's arms for a minute, hands softly brushing through each other's hands and pressing kisses to each other shoulders. she loves these little moments with you where she can just bask in the fuzzy post-sex bliss with you. she loves it even more when she delicately rubs herself into you to test the waters, always met by your lovesick giggle as you hold onto her tighter and return the movement, ready to go as soon as she gives you a sign.

im pregnant and pifighter vi is the father

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thee best iteration of sailor moon omg op you did her justice 🌙🌟✨

pretty guardian 🌙

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oh to be high as fuck and eaten out in the backseat of my tesla...🚬

plug!vi + her pretty pink sorority bitch | nsfw, mdni

plug!vi who has her eye on her newest client. you’re just such a pretty, pink girl, never the type to be buying drugs, especially not off of someone like vi. hell, you would never even dare be seen in public with someone like vi, but as a sorority sister, someone has to do the job of getting weed for every party.

plug!vi who actually hates you when she first meets you. you’re the epitome of the stuck up rich prick stereotype, in a pink tesla with perfectly painted nails and makeup that’s never out of place. she wonders what you’re like when you’re high, because she can never imagine seeing you with even a hair out of place.

plug!vi who is surprised when you roll up to the usual meeting spot one day, this time with mascara flooding down your cheeks and enough money for only one preroll. you’re blubbering to her like you’ve known her forever, about how your boyfriend cheated on you with your own sorority sister, and how you can never trust guys with your heart ever again because it’s too delicate to be broken…

plug!vi who sits in the back of your car with you to smoke the preroll you just bought. she discovers you’re a total ditz when greened out, giggling and pushing and play fighting her, with pupils wide enough to make your irises turn black. you’re so far gone you don’t even notice her sly hand beginning to slide up your skirt…

plug!vi who fingers you in the back of your baby pink tesla, just to prove a point that you don’t need a boyfriend to feel good. all the while, she’s shotgunning joint smoke into your mouth, her lips fighting not to press against yours until you fist your hands in her shirt and pull her in for a kiss.

plug!vi who then goes on to eat you out, your stockinged legs thrown over her shoulders as she goes to town on your overstimulated cunt. and you’re absolutely loving it, whining out her name and apologising to her for being such a damn brat every time you met up with her.

she forgives you, of course, but only because the next time she sees you, she’ll be doing the same thing; smoking a joint with you and getting you high enough to let her eat you out in your very own backseat. and eventually, she starts supplying you for free. not because she likes you (because she still doesn’t), but because she likes the taste of your cunt on her lips, and can’t see herself giving it up any time soon.

plug!vi who very easily becomes addicted. not to drugs, but to you.

© choslut — do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission • attending a gala with vi || masterlist

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