#american immorality

[books-by-gauss]

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/revelation-18-and-the-fate-of-america-james-f-gauss/1144941009

Most Christian theologians, preachers and evangelists concede and proclaim that America or the United States of America is not mentioned in the Bible.  By name, that is true.  However, the same could be said of Canada, Mexico, South American countries and a host of other nations.  But does the concept, characteristic and history of America appear in the Bible?  Read Revelation 18 and the Fate of America today and decide for yourself.  Your future and that of your family and America are at stake.  Available on Amazon in paperback and hard cover or on Barnes & Noble as an eBook.

[jangillman]

[luvrgreyy]

THE AMERICAN DREAM

leon kennedy x f!reader

word count: 2.4k summary: living the picture perfect marriage with leon. masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE. typical american marriage, mentions of abuse, throwing up, drugging/use of drugs, gaslighting, leon being mean and condescending — he’s very ooc in this one, non-con, basically somnophilia, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, slapping, spanking, spitting, fingering(vaginal and mouth), degrading language.

a/n: 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL !! thank you so much everyone <3 sorry if the writing on this ones a little sloppy, this one’s mostly self indulgent and i was half asleep when making this so i didn’t really know what i was writing down. anyways, hope you guys enjoy this, love you all xx.

you loved your husband. your relationship was everything you’ve ever wanted. a nice house in a beautiful suburb — white picket fence and all — a doting husband, and an idyllic life that seemed straight out of a hollywood movie. each day was laced with domestic bliss.

everything was perfect, living the dream with the perfect husband. you don't even remember the fact that he took you away from your family. or that he was systematically drugging you, slipping small doses of amnesiacs into your food and drink to keep your memory fuzzy and prevent you from remembering the fact that he was basically abusing and raping you on a daily basis. the drug kept you docile and unquestioning.

sometimes, you have nightmares about it, though you can’t really remember anything, and you think they’re just things your brain like to make up.

you woke up with a start, your hands clenched tightly into fists in the bed sheets as your breath came in sharp and fast. the room was quiet, except for the soft ticking of the clock. it’s the same nightmare, the same thing that leaves you feeling disoriented and unsettled, but you can't recall the details.

you felt your husband shift behind you, his warm body pressing against yours. "mm, baby," his groggy voice rumbled sleepily, his hands slipping around your waist to pull you closer against him, a touch meant to be soothing. his chin rested against your shoulder, his lips trailing languidly across the nape of your neck. “you okay?”

“another nightmare?” he murmured lowly, sensing your unease.

"i— i'm gonna throw up,”

a slight pause and then leon sprung into action. he immediately rolled over and gently pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest while he carried you towards the bathroom.

“it’s alright, sweetheart. let it all out,” he soothed, his voice a soft, comforting murmur as he cradled you closely. he leaned you over the toilet, holding your hair back as you wretched and retched.

he held you close to him, gently massaging your back with one hand, stroking your spine soothingly with his fingers, all while using his other hand to hold your hair back.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered softly, pressing gentle kisses on the crown of your head, his arms holding you firmly yet gently as you hunched over the toilet. his free hand reaches over to grab a clean towel and wiping away any remnants of vomit from your lips.

after a few moments, your body slumped and you gasped for breath, leaning against him for support. he continued to hold you gently, running his fingers softly over your clammy skin.

"tea?" you looked up at him with hazy eyes, still feeling queasy. the room was spinning and your stomach churned at the mere thought of food. but the idea of drinking something soothing sounded nice.

"yes... please,"

he ushers you into the kitchen, fetching a tea bag and a cup from the cabinet and pouring in some boiling water from the kettle. he sets the cup on the table and takes a seat across from you.

“here,” he hands you a steaming mug of tea, his large hand brushing against yours for just a moment. you take a sip and it tastes strange — slightly bitter and with a weird aftertaste. but it does seem to ease the churning in your stomach.

he sighs in relief as you take another sip of your tea, not noticing the small pill dissolved in the cup.

“there we go, sweetheart. i know you've been feeling a bit under the weather lately. that’ll help you relax and feel better in no time,”

he smiles warmly, pretending to care about your wellbeing, when in reality he's just trying to keep you sedated so you don't realize what a hellish existence you're living.

you blinked slowly, the warm tea feeling good as it slid down your throat. the room was still spinning a bit, but you felt yourself starting to relax. leon watched you carefully, relieved that the nausea seemed to be subsiding.

“feel dizzy,” you mumble slowly.

he reached across the table to pat your hand gently. "there, there sweetheart. why don’t i take you back to bed so you can rest? you’re clearly exhausted,"

without waiting for a response, he helps you to your feet and steers you towards the bedroom. you stumble and sway on unsteady legs, unable to resist as he guides you. once you're on the bed, he covers you with a blanket and tucks you in snugly.

"oh, my poor baby.. i’ll join you in a few minutes, just gonna wash up the dishes in the kitchen."

you can barely keep your eyes open as the drug pulls you under. your last thought is wondering why you feel so tired all the time, before slipping into a deep, medicated slumber. you snuggle deeper into the blankets, your eyelids growing heavier by the second. leon lingers by the bedside, watching you with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

soon, your breathing evens out and your body goes limp, succumbing to the drug's effects. leon smiles, satisfied. he knows he has a window of opportunity before you wake up again. without wasting any time, he quietly slips up your nightgown, exposing your tender flesh to his hungry eyes and eager touch. his hands roam freely over your body, groping and squeezing as he pleases. he reaches up and cups one breast with each hand, weighing them appreciatively.

he leans down and starts planting wet kisses across your neck and chest, staying close so you don't stir.

then he's on top of you, shoving his pants down and mounting you roughly.

your moans and protests are muffled by your sleep-addled state as he ravages you mercilessly, using his big, strong hands to hold you down and shut you up.

“l-lee—leon,” you manage to mumble.

leon silences you by reaching down and forcing two fingers into your mouth, thrusting them between your lips.

"shh, ‘ts okay baby," he hums into your ear, giving your cunt a light slap that makes you yelp around his fingers. "such a good girl, taking it so well," he praises you with a growl as he works your mouth open with his fingers, stretching your jaw wide for his invasion. your protests are swallowed by your own gag reflex as he fucks your face with no regard for your well-being.

your mind is hazy and you can't seem to rouse yourself enough to push him away. he's just too strong, too overpowering. you're at his mercy, helpless to resist as he takes what he wants.

his fingers finally slip free from your mouth, coated in saliva. he uses that same hand to roughly spread your legs further apart, pleased with how easily he’s able to violate you in your vulnerable state.

he flips you upright and pulls your hips back, exposing your pussy to the air. he runs a finger along your slit, feeling how wet he's made you.

"look at you, getting all worked up over nothing," he chuckles darkly, spreading your lips and poking his big finger into your entrance.

“so wet f’me,” he coos, sliding his finger inside you and starts to pump it, scissoring it to stretch you. you moan and wriggle against him, still only semi-conscious.

leon ignores your attempts at protest, too focused on his own pleasure. his hips start rocking, his hard cock rubbing against your thighs as he uses you like a doll. “fucking slut, getting off to this," he growls, giving your clit a harsh pinch that makes you whine. his words are thick with insincerity, a mocking edge to his voice as he uses the pet name he knows you love. in reality, he despises you and views you as nothing more than an object to use at his leisure.

you try to push him away with your sleepy hands, clawing and flailing your arms, but he pins them to the mattress easily. he's too strong, and you're too weak from the drugs coursing through your system.

“be good and stay still," he growls, smashing his mouth down on yours to muffle any screams that might escape. his tongue probes aggressively at your lips, seeking entry. you cry out as he thrusts his thick cock into your resistance, splitting you open and making you scream. his hips start pounding into you with renewed vigor, bouncing off your ass as he breeds you hard and fast. the bed creaks and shifts with each brutal thrust.

"so fucking tight," he groans, starting to piston his hips, using your throat for leverage.

he grunts and growls as he ruts into you like a beast, your body sloppily pressed against his. your head is forced to bob up and down on his cock as he thrusts, drool streaming down your chin. your muffled whimpers and protests are lost around his shaft. “look at that, you take my cock so well baby," his filthy words are punctuated by sharp smacks to your ass and thighs, keeping you off-balance and unable to fully rouse. he's relentless, using your mouth and body for his own sick satisfaction.

your struggles weaken further as the air gets cut off from your lungs. he pauses to spit in your face, the slick substance mingling with your tears and drool. “what’s the matter sweetheart? can’t breathe?" he taunts, smacking your face. "just relax, you can take it." he punctuates his words with a sharp smack to your inner thigh, making you gasp and squirm beneath him.

the bed frame creaks ominously with each powerful thrust, threatening to give way and spill you both to the floor. his hands are everywhere, gripping your hips, pulling your hair, slapping your ass. he's completely lost in his own pleasure, using you as a means to an end. you try to squirm away from him, but it's futile. he's too strong, and you're too drowsy. he simply reaches up and clamps a hand over your mouth, muffling any cries for help.

"quit fucking squirming," he growls. but somehow, he’s lying. he wants you to fight back, to struggle and make it harder for him. it's more exciting that way. your throat burns as he continues to use it as leverage, twisting your head with every brutal thrust. tears stream down your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut in fear and pain.

saliva and juices run down your thighs as he slams into you without mercy. your mind is fuzzy and disconnected, unable to fully process the assault on your body. all you can do is endure, a ragdoll for leon to use and abuse as he sees fit.

"atta girl," he hisses. "take it, baby." he punctuates his words with another sharp smack to the ass, the sting adding to your growing pile of discomfort.

you can only moan and mewl in response, too far gone to resist. your body is numb, your mind foggy and detached.

you try to nod, too weak to do anything but comply. he loosens his grip on your throat and moves his hand back to your hip, pulling you against him roughly. his cock throbs inside you, swelling up further as he gets close to coming.

"fuck, gonna cum," he warns, his hips redoubling their pace. you moan helplessly as he breeds you hard and fast, the bed creaking and shifting under you. he slaps your ass hard twice, the sound echoing in the room. he groans, coming with a loud grunt. your body is wracked with shudders as he fills you with his cum, your cunt clamping down on his shaft to milk him for every drop.

when he finally pulls out, you're left gasping and sputtering, drool dripping down your face. you lie there in stunned silence afterwards, sprawled beneath him in a puddle of your own fluids. leon collapses on top of you, pinning you to the bed as his chest heaves with exertion.

you're still drifting in and out of consciousness when leon rolls off of you and onto his side, facing away from you. your mind is a fog, struggling to process the events that just transpired. a small sob escapes your lips as you try to make sense of the pain, confusion, and shame that's flooding through you.

after what felt like an eternity, leon reaches over and pulls you into his side, pressing your body close to his. you can feel his warmth, his heartbeat, away his arms are uncomfortably resting atop your skin.

slowly but surely, the fog in your mind starts to clear. you become aware of the dull ache in your throat, the soreness of between your legs, and the disgust you feel for yourself.

fresh tears spring to your eyes as the reality of your situation comes crashing down on you.

"shh, calm down baby," he whispers, stroking your hair soothingly. but his touch is cold and clammy, sending shivers down your spine.

your body feels heavy and numb, your mind hazy and disconnected. slowly, your eyes flutter open. the room is blurry, the edges fuzzy. you try to move, but your limbs feel like lead. leon's face swims into view, his features distorted. "you had a bad dream," he murmurs, his voice sounding distant.

"just another nightmare, sweetheart. it’s okay, i'm here." his words are slurred, his face wobbly. you try to focus, but it's impossible. your vision starts to tunnel, fading to black. the last thing you hear is leon's gentle humming, lulling you back to sleep.

when you wake again, you'll have no memory of the nightmare, no recollection of the way he violated and degraded you. the drug will ensure that. all you'll know is that you slept fitfully and woke up feeling unwell.

tags: @crowleyco @arcane5019

[thashining]

Rhetoric

[latinagpt]

Trump claims he’s going to end the war in Ukraine but I don’t think he understands that Russia is winning and has absolutely no incentive to end the war anymore.

He thinks it’s as simple as offering Russia the territory it already controls, barring Ukraine from joining NATO, and forcing Ukraine to go along with this plan by cutting off their military aid.

It’s a better deal than anything Putin would have gotten from Biden, and he might have even accepted it a couple of years ago. But now? Russia is gaining everywhere and has a gigantic advantage in manpower, artillery, etc. that keeps growing as the war drags on.

Zelensky fucked up by not suing for peace right after the Kharkiv counteroffensive, that was the best peace deal Ukraine was ever going to get. Now all they’re going to get a much worse outcome and a lot of pointless suffering until they accept defeat.

[theprissythumbelina]

Fucking amazing conversation with a person at my surgery center. Insurance just denied my (very necessary and totally covered) surgery for the second time on bullshit excuses.

I called the surgery, the woman I spoke to goes, "oh, it's this insurance, yeah we know about them. Don't worry, I'm going to deal with it, I'm pissed off at them too. I'll get back to you, but you don't need to do anything, I'll make them pay."

Which is both a badass statement to make and also I may have fallen in love with a 40 something year old woman named Erin for going toe to toe with my insurance company for me with righteous fury.

[thebellekeys]

why do you think its a sign of media illiteracy when one dislikes lolita? i mean it has everything to do with the fact it was written by men since women romance literature is about self fulfillment fantasy to be dominated by hot alpha male but when you read grey or similar books it's obvious from the start this book isn't trying to be labelled as masterpiece, form of art to be workshipped etc. why people can't treat lolita the same way? why when men write about their sexual fantasies it's called art, top 100 books you need to read before you dir, that you need to separate artist from art, even though his wife admitted nabokov indeed had such fantasies so it's confirmed, but when women write about their own sexual fantasies is immediately labelled as oh, she hasn't had sex in 10 years time, so she tries to live her life through characters from her book? double standards at its best.

let's get into this mess of an ask lmao.

Firstly, I have no idea why you're assuming I don't like it when woman write their sexual fantasies in books. I read and enjoy a lot of that. Just because some misogynistic and hypocritical people are somehow cool with the male gaze but not the female gaze doesn't mean that I'm one of them. You're also assuming that because people trash on female writers' works and don't take it seriously means we should, what, automatically do the same for Nabokov? As revenge? Like, what kinda logic is that?

Secondly, you're assuming Lolita is Nabokov's sexual fantasy which is categorically incorrect and is a gross misreading of the book. Nabokov himself was sexually abused as a child and moreover spent the years after the publishing of Lolita trying to campaign for publishers not to use pictures of little girls on the book cover so that his book wouldn't promote the objectification of Lolita's image. Google is your friend to find all of Nabokov's anti-pedophilia and anti-Humbert stances. The podcast I linked also has an episode that gives a fact-checked biography of his life and the writing of the book.

And an even more glaring flaw of your argument here is that you seem to think Humbert's perspective mirrors... Nabokov's. Vladimir Nabokov is not Sam Levinson, you know. The book is a criticism of the way men treat women and view little girls, and the way a brilliantly evil mind who possesses a way with words can manage to trick you into sympathizing with him purely because of his "fancy prose". But the whole point of Lolita is that you're not supposed to side with Humbert, no matter how well he constructs word palaces in his self-defense. Nabokov created Humbert with the explicit purpose of criticizing and condemning... Humbert. Which he effectively does through the use of sature and irony and unreliable narration in the novel.

Like, please. Hate Lolita because you think it's bad, or it's poorly written, or it's overrated. But don't hate it in the name of all the women whose works aren't taken seriously or because you insist it refers to Nabokov's point of view. Hating Lolita, or any book, isn't a sign of media illiteracy. It's the reasoning for the hate which is what could be. You're entitled to your own opinion, but this opinion here just kinda sucks.

[here-there-were-dragons]

as a general rule, on average, if americans consistently complain about a food being conceptually weird, gross, and scary, then it probably tastes amazing. or at least inoffensive.

this is because in my experience americans for the most part (give or take a few exceptions by region) think eating literally anything other than beef, chicken, bread, eggs, peanut butter jelly sandwitches, ketchup, and disgusting cloyingly artificial brown sludge soda is insurmountably weird, gross, and scary.

[homochihuahua]

Reverse Robins where Dick brings Jason back into the family folds by calling him "Papi"

Bruce is absolutely baffled.. but at least it worked????

[books-by-gauss]

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/revelation-18-and-the-fate-of-america-james-f-gauss/1144941009

Is America in the Bible? What is in America's future? Read about it today in "Revelation 18 and the Fate of America" on Barnes & Noble.

[jangillman]

[kjzx]

Not to be insensitive. I get this is a hugely sensitive issue for Americans but with the wild availability of guns it's insane that no one has attempted to have a duel at some point in the recent years. Like come on, there's as many petty teenagers today as ever but no one will ever try to settle their problems one on one like our grand grand grand grand fathers did?

The last duel (aesthetically beautiful, thematically interesting, noble) in the history of the US happened in like the 19th century and the last school shooting (something infamously only racist incels with no bitches do) happened last Saturday probably. You can do better than that guys

[gouinisme]

i watched calamity jane bc of that one post unfortunately i didnt consider the fact that it's a western from the 50s so obviously there's fucking racism in it. dont recommend

[jangillman]

Bay shit crazy. It's even easier to identify a psycho Democrat now. Bet their husbands are relieved 🙄🥴

[undeadlobster]

Was watching LOTR last night with my beloved and when we first see Gandalf riding in his cart and singing as he travels down the roads of the Shire I just burst into tears. I didn’t realize how much I’ve been missing that sense of safety and home until that moment

[dragonlights]

Idk man. I don't know about the history of Palestine. And I- not having done like, academic research- do believe that Jewish folks might indeed be indigenous to the area. (Like, it sounds plausible from what I've heard)

But. Using that as an excuse to like, force folks from their homes and kill them is unconscionable. Like. How do other Jewish folks not look at the suffering of people in Gaza and not see their cousins? Their grandfathers and mothers?????

Why do we use the past to completely excuse the cruelty of the present???