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i’m a sucker for b&w matty photos

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she’s so pretty when she’s angry <3

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The Addams Family (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

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i think this sums up the whole storyline...🏳️‍🌈

Credit

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All jokes aside imma miss the judgment day they were a cute lil fam

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no, i don’t think you understand, i’m obsessed

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Sonya Massey was a paranoid-schizophrenic woman who turned to the police when she was scared and suspected an intruder inside of her home; she was a Black, mentally ill, woman shot dead and executed by a white police officer solely because she said "I rebuke you" over a pot of water. she was DUCKING DOWN behind a counter repeating the words "I'm sorry" as he advanced and, eventually, killed her. Sean Grayson, a white police officer, executed her.

her name was Sonya Massey. she was a human being who deserved to live. say her fucking name. Sonya Massey.

edit: please do not erase or negate the fact that Sonya was schizophrenic. Black schizophrenic people are more likely to die at the hands of the police as well as be brutalised by them, and by negating the fact that she was schizophrenic, you are erasing that this was an execution fuelled by BOTH racism & saneism. please have some respect and continue to say her name, thank you.

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oh this is painful. agony even

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all lunch breaks should be paid im serious. im not even enjoying this im literally just making sure i dont pass out or something. this is part of The Job as far as im concerned

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Over and Over Again

Phoebe Bridgers x f!reader

warnings: Smut 18+(mdni), angst, fighting, swearing, fingering, brat!reader, pussy slapping, bondage, hair pulling, choking

word count: 1.7k

Enjoy 😘

“Oh fuck off, don’t fucking do that shit.” She growled through gritted teeth. You rolled your eyes at her and crossed your arms.

“Sorry, I have to fight for your attention, all of the time, Phoebe.” You spat back at her.

“Are we seriously going to go through this fight, again?” She asked, voice slightly raising. You looked up at her, blinking back tears, but determined to hold your ground on this. She was home late for the third time this week, after promising to be home for date night with you. It wasn’t like she was an hour late, she was nearly 5 hours late. No text, no call, just late-again. You knew she was working hard preparing for the tour and getting things set, but on the other hand you were a bit fed up with being pushed to the sidelines. You had tried to be patient, knowing how hard she works for her career, but countless nights being fed glass promises such as ‘it’s only for tonight, i promise you, just need to get this chorus down’ or ‘the boys need help with coordinating tour venues, i will be home on time’. You can’t even remember the last time you slept together. She either rode the couch most nights or was staying the night at Lucy’s apartment.

“Apparently we are, since you seem to forget about me every other day. Honestly, do you even still love me anymore? Or am I just some accessory to only be yours when you decide you have time for me?” You huffed under your breath. One look at her face however, you knew you had pinched a nerve. Her face was beet red and her hands were curled into tight fists, knuckles white. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of you, looming over you.

“Wanna say that again, sweetheart?” She whispered. You knew now was not the time to test her, but fuck it, you hadn’t gotten properly fucked in months, and seeing her like this flipped some sort of switch in you. 

“I said- I must be just some plaything to you, you barely touch me anymore.” It was a bold move on your end, knowing that playing the brat card was high risk, high reward. You were horny, and this might be an ends justify the means situation. 

“Fucking brat, you know that? Fine. You think you’re just a toy, then I will treat you as such.” She growled in your ear, her delicate hand wrapping itself around your throat, applying a light pressure. You swore she could smell the arousal in your panties. You knew better than to play on something she had no control over, but you wanted attention, and by god you were about to receive it.

“Bedroom, now. You better be fucking naked by the time I get in there.” She pulled back, releasing her hand from your throat. You swallowed, eyes growing wide. Not really wanting to jinx the situation, you muttered a ‘yes, ma’am’ and made your way to the bedroom. You turned on the salt lamp, the soft orange glow illuminating the room. You made quick work of ridding your clothes and sitting on the bed, awaiting further instruction. 

It wasn’t long after, Phoebe came in, her hair now tied up in a small bun. She approached you, sweetly running a hand across your cheek, before gripping your hair into a fist and yanking harshly. It hurt but you were way too turned on to care. You gasped and she stuck two fingers in your mouth. She angled your head to look up at her and gave you a sly grin. She leaned over your agape mouth and spit into it.

“Swallow, like the greedy little whore you are.” She spouted at you, releasing her hands from your head altogether. You graciously accepted, not able to help the moan that escaped your lips, clenching your thighs together. 

“Thank you, ma’am.” You muttered, eyes raising to meet hers. She smiled down at you and ran her thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Good girl. Now close your eyes and lay on your stomach.” She gave your cheek a small smack, before she pulled back completed. You followed orders, turning and closing your eyes. You could hear some light rustling, presuming she was removing her clothes, or something of the like. 

It felt like an eternity, before you felt her nimble fingers, beginning to tie restraints around your wrist. She moved her fingers, almost feather-light, down your body. You felt a loud crack, and the rush of blood to your ass cheek. You whimpered, before feeling her hand rub over the sore spot. 

“ Count to five, whore. If you’re good, I might consider giving you a reward.” She quipped, hand coming off your ass. You nodded lazily, humming with content.

Smack. “One.” She rubbed your ass, cooing at you.

Smack. “T-two.” Your voice now breathy and uneven. You were absolutely dripping onto the duvet at this point. Phoebe must’ve also noticed because you heard a scoff from behind you.

“Not even phased by your punishment, are you? Making a fucking mess.” She spoke softly, but you could hear the smile in her words.

Smack. “Fuck, three.” Your ass was sore, and you were positive that come tomorrow morning, her handprint would be emblazoned on your cheek, broken blood vessels in its wake.

Smack! “Four.” Her slaps got sharper, as they moved to your other cheek. You were grateful she let up on your left cheek, however making up for that by using harder force on the other. 

“One more, pet.” She whispered. You nodded, silent tears now rolling down your cheeks. 

Smack. “Five.” You croaked, happy that the harsh treatment was over, but fuck if you weren’t utterly turned on right now.

You felt her lean her head over you and placed a kiss on each of your now bruising cheeks. She hummed lightly, satisfied with her work. She ran a single digit through your folds, collecting your arousal. She brought her finger to her lips, savoring the taste of you.

“So wet for me, pet.” She smirked at you. “I suppose, you’ve been good, maybe you deserve a bit of recognition.” You whined and nodded in agreement. Her hands moved up to untie yours, giving each of your wrists a small peck.

She helped you turn onto your back, moving to sit against the headboard, your body leaned up against hers in between her thighs. She placed wet, hungry kisses up your neck before grabbing your jaw and pulling it to face her as she ensnared your mouth in a heavy kiss. Her mouth was warm and wet and inviting, this was the intimacy you needed. It was a rather rough way to get it, but you were happy nonetheless. 

“I l-love you, Pheebs. I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” Your voice was no higher than a whisper. She hummed against your neck, placing a soft kiss against the sweaty skin. She moved a hand down your body, fingers grazing your breast, making you shiver against the gentle touch. 

Her hand found its place on the top of your pubic bone, eliciting a light mewl from you, bucking your hips up into nothing. She huffed a light chuckle, and placed a teasing slap to your pussy. You yelped at the sensation, utterly turned on. You must have been oozing at this point, her fingers finally granting you her sweet touch to your aching core. When she swiped her fingers through your folds, ending with rubbing deep circles on your clit. 

“You close pretty girl? You’re making such a mess on the sheets.” She cooed at you, knowing how much you loved when she talked to you this way, just did something ineffable to you.

“Please, ma’am, can I cum for you? I want to cum all over your fingers.” You were begging, which in turn made her slip two slender fingers into your dripping pussy. You moaned loudly at how easily her fingers slid in. She began pumping into you at a rapid pace. You were a panting mess, feeling that pit in your stomach. You were racing towards your release when you moved your head so you could look her in her eyes.

“Yeah? You gonna cum f’me?” She growled in your ear, tugging your soft lobe between her teeth. 

“Please, please let me cum, ma’am. I’ll be such a good girl for you.” You gave her your best doe eyes, watching the wheels turn in her head. Her fingers sped up, your pussy now making a squelching noise. She hummed into your hair, the hand not currently servicing you moving to pinch your nipple. You moaned and leaned up to kiss her, and she captured your lips, kissing you deep and slow.

“C’mon princess, let me have it.” She whispered into your mouth. You sighed happily and nodded, absolutely drunk on the feeling she was giving you. You felt your orgasm ripple through you, becoming a sopping mess, gripping her arm tight. Her fingers slowed a bit, helping to soothe you as you came down from your orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of you and brought them to your mouth. You opened up and took them on your tongue, swirling the tip around the digits. You hummed at the taste, she pulled them out with a pop of your mouth, before leaning down to kiss you sweetly. 

“ I love you, Phoebes, sorry I dealt a low blow.” You said, breaking away from the kiss. She pecked your cheek, running her fingers through your hair.

“I love you too, I’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately. I promise to make it up to you.” She spoke to you with such care and tenderness. You were happy, wrapped in her arms.

Love, A