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Charlie Cox but his chest hair keeps increasing 🤤

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to miss is to

nsfw, 18+, mdni below the cut

intent is everything.

he came over to surprise you for the sake of spontaneity, overproduced palpitations of the heart and a strong sense of yearning. that is to say that he missed you.

to his indifferent yet mild disappointment, your roommate opened the door and called your name loudly over her shoulder. once upon a time he would’ve been tempted by her, fallen victim to a pattern that killed many a potential match. munch’s eyes drop momentarily to her ass as she walks away from the open door. well he wasn’t a changed man yet, no one could pull a 180 overnight— or even in a year for that matter. wanting to change is one thing, needing to another, and doing it is something else entirely. he wasn’t going to play the fool just to trick everyone, namely himself, that he was.

you slip around the corner and gasp at his presence, the desired reaction sending a toothy smile to cut across his face. elated with his surprise, you crashed into his arms and sent john stumbling back a bit, he had to hold the flowers high so they wouldn’t get crushed.

“what are you doing here, i thought i wouldn’t get to see you this week!”

“do i need an excuse to see my favorite girl?”

his intention was to spend a few lazy hours with you, give his restless mind a break, listen to you vent about your week and talk about his, snack on the unhealthy hoard you kept hidden in your room, hold you close and kiss you senseless a couple times just because. every night over the phone he told you that he wanted nothing more than lay behind you, press affectionate kisses to your head and try to remember what kind of shampoo you used. so that’s exactly what he did.

if his hand wandered to your waist to keep you still during the movie, if they reveled in the wake of goosebumps and traveled along your warm skin, it was merely to continue innocently touching you. he liked to keep a hand on you at all times if possible, and it rarely wasn’t.

“this movie’s boring,” you whispered over your shoulder at him.

john kissed your neck, “that’s ’cause it’s not a movie, sweetheart, it’s a documentary and it’s far from boring.”

you giggled at his innocent pecks, squirming against him again and threatening his sanity. he pinned your back to his front as if it would help.

“don’t care. i’m revoking your movie choice privileges.”

“do that, and i’ll never let you use my coffee press again.”

you gasp in mockery, “you monster.”

grinning, he huffs against your neck making you shrug and shake your head like he’s a bug that’s irritating you. only the fits of giggles that leave you tell him otherwise.

“stop!” you hiss quietly through a smile, “we’re gonna wake up lyra.”

“one, remind me again why that would bother me? she already doesn’t like me, and i’m not particularly fond of her juvenile, sarcastic self either.” john presses an open mouthed kiss to sensitive skin, taking advantage of the way you arch your back by grinding against you subtly, “two,” another, “i don’t know what this we stuff is, you’re the one being loud, and three—“

you gasp when his teeth sink in and his hand slips between your legs, past your underwear and right into your needy cunt.

“—you need to stop moving.” he warns.

but his fingers persist, eliciting louder sound from your pretty lips that he catches with his spare hand. completely trapped against him, he sits up on his elbow and nudges your knees apart with his to get a better angle, plunging two fingers knuckle deep into you. you grab his wrist tightly and for a moment he thinks you’ll pull it away but you whimper against his palm, trying to muffle the noise.

“i wish i could hear you. i love the noises you make for me.” kissing your hair, your cheek, your forehead, john whines into your ear and places a kiss there too, “feel good, baby?”

you nod enthusiastically.

you’re embarrassingly wet, something that fuels him with pride. he can feel you getting closer, he committed the signs to memory since the very first time he brought you to climax. the flutter of your eyes as they shut, the curve of your back as you arch off his chest and lift your hips to meet his fingers, circling in small circles on your clit. it replayed in his mind long after, it follows him to bed some nights, he longs to see it even after he just did, pupils wide with lust as you get your heartbeat under control. he’s dying to see it now.

“beautiful,” he breathes, “you’re so fuckin’ beautiful— god, i missed you— you gonna cum, gorgeous?”

your head dropped on his bicep, nodding again.

it wasn’t enough.

he pulls his hand off your mouth, perfectly timed with a particular stroke that makes you gasp.

“john—!”

your hushed plea is a symphony to his ears. he shushes you gently, teasing your clit to keep you right at the edge. whimpering, you cover your own mouth as you seek the friction you need to push you over.

“keep quiet for me, beautiful. you’re doing so good. wanna feel you.”

he shirks his pants down just enough, barely manages to choke back a moan as he sinks into your cunt. pathetic didn’t scratch the surface on how desperate he was. he liked to tease and taste and take his time with you, not have a frenetic romp on the couch like a teenager.

“see what you do to me?” he whispers, hooking an arm around your waist to push you deeper on his cock, “can’t control myself around you.”

you whined at his painfully slow pace, his fingers still gliding around your clit.

“jo— ohmygod— john, please.”

“gonna be quiet?”

“yes, yes, yes.”

a smirk pulled at his lips, his eyes affectionately calling you a liar because he would be a hypocrite if he said so aloud. he was struggling to do the same when your velvety walls closed around his cock as you drew nearer to the edge. he kissed your shoulder, partly a soft apology for torturing you, partly to muffle a moan, and wordlessly gave you what you needed. his middle finger drew a myriad of patterns he knew would push you over the top.

knowing exactly when to cover your mouth again, he stopped a cry of ecstasy from being loud enough to wake your roommate. you arched you back the way he dreamed about and he could practically see you making that gorgeous face you did as you saw stars behind your eyes. the feeling of your cunt spasming and clenching around him nearly sent him over the edge. he drove himself deep but not as fast as he wanted, still conscious of the lewd noises the two of you were already making.

“fuck, i missed this, missed how good you feel,” he grunts low, desperately, too close to begging for something, but he didn’t know what. everything he could ever want was right here. “missed you, baby, need you so bad."

you whine incoherently into his palm, clawing at him someway that returns the sentiment. he pants against your skin, delighted in the little shivers of pleasure that take over your body. you arch into him, inviting him impossibly deeper to hit all the right spots that squeeze him so fucking good his breath catches in his throat. you’re dizzying. he muffles a whine against your shoulder as his hips stutter and fall out of rhythm. shamelessly, he empties himself into you like it's a depraved claim, an attest to his words.

a shaking sigh of relief passes your lips as his heart pounds against your back. somehow, you twist and crane your neck while reaching back to pull his hair and capture his lips. the movement makes him gasp into your mouth, he grabs your waist firmly to keep you still again.

"sweetheart," he scolds, begs, lightly against your lips before conceding and melting into the kiss.

"i missed you too." you said softly.

with no intention to watch the tv, you turn back to it with a dreamy smile and nuzzle back into john. his chin falls on your head and his arms wrap around your stomach, enveloping you affectionately.

"you know she heard us," he teased suddenly.

you swat his arm.

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In packed rooms with overflow spaces, constituents have shown up this week both to demand that their representatives take a stand against Musk’s slashing of the federal government and access to personal data, and to protest Trump’s claim to be a king. In an eastern Oregon district that Trump won by 68%, constituents shouted at Representative Cliff Bentz: “tax Elon,” “tax the wealthy,” “tax the rich,” and “tax the billionaires.” In a solid-red Atlanta suburb, the crowd was so angry at Representative Richard McCormick that he has apparently gone to ground, bailing on a CNN interview about the disastrous town hall at the last minute.

—Heather Cox-Richardson

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Tonight House Republicans voted 217 to 215 for a budget that'll take $1 TRILLION dollars from Medicaid, attack food benefits for kids, hurt seniors and vets.

but I don't want to talk about that, I want to talk about these two Democratic members of Congress you've never ever heard of.

Democrats, Congressman Kevin Mullin of California and Congresswoman Brittany Pettersen of Colorado.

Congressman Mullin had knee surgery that didn't go well, two surgeries, a life threatening blood clot and a week long stay in the hospital, and the moment he was discharged from the hospital he got on a five hour flight to DC to vote against the Republicans evil budget, using a walker to get to the floor of the House

Congresswoman Pettersen gave birth to her son Sam, in the picture, exactly one month ago on January 25th. They flew from Colorado to DC after Republicans refused to allow her to vote by proxy after having a baby. Congresswoman Pettersen took Sam onto the floor of the House to vote to protect the Health care of 400,000 Colorado kids.

why talk about this? because so much of the conversion is about telling people there's no one good, no one worthy, no one fighting. I promise you there are people undergoing personal hardship to do the right thing.

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saw a thing recently about how callin ppl “y’all” and “folks” is becoming cringe. buddy you can pry those terms of address from my cold dead hands, they’re the only thing keeping me from calling everyone “honeybee”

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I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

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definitive list of things it’s okay to deadname:

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I've already deleted my Amazon account, so phase 2 will be a piece of cake. Join me, friendos!!

USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

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Literally sobbing. A judge, a US judge defended us. A judge brought up intersex people, using the term intersex, to *defend* us by not allowing our erasure. I'm having a lot of feelings right now

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There are people – some in my own Party – who think that if you just give Donald Trump everything he wants, he’ll make an exception and spare you some of the harm. I’ll ignore the moral abdication of that position for just a second to say — almost none of those people have the experience with this President that I do. I once swallowed my pride to offer him what he values most — public praise on the Sunday news shows — in return for ventilators and N95 masks during the worst of the pandemic. We made a deal. And it turns out his promises were as broken as the BIPAP machines he sent us instead of ventilators. Going along to get along does not work – just ask the Trump-fearing red state Governors who are dealing with the same cuts that we are. I won’t be fooled twice.

I’ve been reflecting, these past four weeks, on two important parts of my life: my work helping to build the Illinois Holocaust Museum and the two times I’ve had the privilege of reciting the oath of office for Illinois Governor.

As some of you know, Skokie, Illinois once had one of the largest populations of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. In 1978, Nazis decided they wanted to march there.

The leaders of that march knew that the images of Swastika clad young men goose stepping down a peaceful suburban street would terrorize the local Jewish population – so many of whom had never recovered from their time in German concentration camps.

The prospect of that march sparked a legal fight that went all the way to the Supreme Court. It was a Jewish lawyer from the ACLU who argued the case for the Nazis – contending that even the most hateful of speech was protected under the first amendment.

As an American and a Jew, I find it difficult to resolve my feelings around that Supreme Court case – but I am grateful that the prospect of Nazis marching in their streets spurred the survivors and other Skokie residents to act. They joined together to form the Holocaust Memorial Foundation and built the first Illinois Holocaust Museum in a storefront in 1981 – a small but important forerunner to the one I helped build thirty years later.

I do not invoke the specter of Nazis lightly. But I know the history intimately — and have spent more time than probably anyone in this room with people who survived the Holocaust. Here’s what I’ve learned – the root that tears apart your house’s foundation begins as a seed – a seed of distrust and hate and blame.

The seed that grew into a dictatorship in Europe a lifetime ago didn’t arrive overnight. It started with everyday Germans mad about inflation and looking for someone to blame.

I’m watching with a foreboding dread what is happening in our country right now. A president who watches a plane go down in the Potomac – and suggests — without facts or findings — that a diversity hire is responsible for the crash. Or the Missouri Attorney General who just sued Starbucks – arguing that consumers pay higher prices for their coffee because the baristas are too “female” and “nonwhite.” The authoritarian playbook is laid bare here: They point to a group of people who don’t look like you and tell you to blame them for your problems.

I just have one question: What comes next? After we’ve discriminated against, deported or disparaged all the immigrants and the gay and lesbian and transgender people, the developmentally disabled, the women and the minorities – once we’ve ostracized our neighbors and betrayed our friends – After that, when the problems we started with are still there staring us in the face – what comes next.

All the atrocities of human history lurk in the answer to that question. And if we don’t want to repeat history – then for God’s sake in this moment we better be strong enough to learn from it.

I swore the following oath on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible: “I do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the state of Illinois, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Governor .... according to the best of my ability.

My oath is to the Constitution of our state and of our country. We don’t have kings in America – and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions — but in deference to my obligations.

If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this:

It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.

Those Illinois Nazis did end up holding their march in 1978 – just not in Skokie. After all the blowback from the case, they decided to march in Chicago instead. Only twenty of them showed up. But 2000 people came to counter protest. The Chicago Tribune reported that day that the “rally sputtered to an unspectacular end after ten minutes.” It was Illinoisans who smothered those embers before they could burn into a flame.

Tyranny requires your fear and your silence and your compliance. Democracy requires your courage. So gather your justice and humanity, Illinois, and do not let the “tragic spirit of despair” overcome us when our country needs us the most.

Sources:

• NBC Chicago & J.B. Pritzker, Democratic governor of Illinois, State of the State address 2025: Watch speech here | Full text

• Betches News on Instagram (screencaps)

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The cruelty of white men.