#justice for tusk

[theworldisadumpster]

In honor of no nut November, today we acknowledge the nutless, or in this instance, the ruttless, as today's wishes are for Tusk the Boar of the Emerald Grove.

Halsin promised this poor chap a mate, then got himself selfishly kidnapped by Goblins. Even into act three, you can find him at the Grove, horny out of his mind, maidenless. He hath no bosom companion.

Even though he was forgotten by Halsin, he will not be forgotten by us.

Rise and grind Tusk

[big-armed-mar]

Ew. I hate it when people take hot man and then add tusks and is like "orc" like bitch that ain't no orc thats Ryan gosling painted green with cotton balls sticking out of his mouth.

Like, how you gonna tell me that's not a failed Shrek cosplay?

Like bro pls if you're gonna put an orc on the cover and call it a "monster romance" do it right. Don't give me underwear model edited green. Give me big chunky green man with tusks.

Or give me death.

[trendynewsnow]

Reflections on Poland's Political Landscape One Year After the 2022 Elections

A Year After Poland’s Parliamentary Elections: A Mixed Bag of Results On 15 October last year, many observers breathed a sigh of relief as the results of Poland’s parliamentary elections were revealed. After eight years marked by illiberal politics and democratic erosion under the leadership of the Law and Justice (PiS) party, the political landscape appeared poised for a shift back towards…

[head-post]

Polish government to propose loosening abortion restrictions

Poland’s Prime Minister Donald Tusk announced on Wednesday (January 24) that his government would propose legislation to liberalise the near-total ban on abortion and loosen restrictions on the “morning-after” pill.

We are ready to submit a bill to the parliament in the coming hours on legal and safe abortion up to the 12th week.

Two of the three political groups in his coalition – the Left and the Tusk-led Civic Coalition – have included liberalisation of abortion in their programmes. Both bills face an uphill struggle in parliament. Even if they are passed, there is a chance that the president will veto them.

Access to abortion, as well as in vitro fertilisation (IVF) and emergency contraception, was tightened in Poland during the eight-year rule of the Law and Justice Party.

Read more HERE

[suetravelblog]

Exploring Kraków

[whatlurksbean]

I know everyone hates Trout but seeing people basically saying Sturgeon should give into her suicidal ideation and kill her kinda sucks. Trout's misery and trauma are probably the most relatable for me so it just hurts. Obviously not your fault, and people can dislike Trout all they want, but I wish people would at least treat this specific part respectfully

Yeah, it bothers me quite a bit.

Like Trout sucks, she sucks so much, she just got Tusk killed, she deserves all the hate she gets. She deserves to face what she did and face justice.

BUT right now, in the moment, she is having a severe panic attack and voicing suicidal thoughts to her big sister. Let her calm down and realize what she's done in full capacity before throwing her at the guillotine.

I also do understand that people saying "Yeah do it!" "Yeah good idea!" are just angry with her, rightfully. And I don't think they mean to come off as implying what I am reading it as. but it's not my favorite sort of comment to read for sure. I'm not blocking folk over it or anything, but I do delete some of the comments that make me uncomfortable.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Can I request Orc Nanami x reader smut? Nanami is desperate to mate with the reader, and tries to avoid her through the day. Professional of course. Unfortunately, he can’t and when the reader corners him in his office at the end of the day he explains the situation. The reader helps him although they’re quite loud. And Nanami tries to be gentle.

Anon, I hope I did your idea justice! It's a little different but I hope I was able to bring it to life!

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝑶𝒓𝒄!𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒙𝑻𝒂𝒍��!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

Warnings: semi-public, p in v, office sex.

You had one leg propped onto the table, the other carelessly hung over its edge. Your skirt was bunched up around your waist and held there by your lover's massive body.

The same orc had his head buried in the crook of your neck as he sucked lazily on the delicate skin. There would be a new bruise there the next morning. You were sure of it. All the while Nanami’s hips fucked into your pussy roughly.

“Nanami-oh—” his cock thrust up into you, cutting you off. You tried again. “Nanami, someone could see us.”

“Darling, I– need you– the whole day—” your orc rasped. The pace he had found picked up ever so slightly and you felt split open on him. A large hand sneaked under your blouse pawing at your breast.

“Oh- Nanami. You might as well take my blouse off at this rate. And your shirt while you're at it.”

It had been the fault of this very blouse and skirt – Nanami knew – that he had sunk so low. Looking was one thing. A gentle pat on your bum too would not have made his ears so pink. But the way your breasts bounced under the lavender blouse he picked for you that day had his eyes glued to your form. It definitely didn't help him to see you bend down to pick up some scattered papers. And look back up to see him staring at your ass in the tight white skirt, slack jawed. You had offered him a bright smile and gone on your way while Nanami spent the remainder of the day hunched behind his desk, lest anyone see his rock hard boner. It was painful too. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he'd called for you under the pretext of bringing him some file or the other. No sooner had you entered the room, than he had you pulled into him, grinding his hips against your soft tummy.

It did not take long for you to be lifted onto his desk amidst a scattering of “please” and “need yous”. Sloppy kisses were laid against your lips, dripping down to your jaw, then your shoulder. Nanami’s cock prodded against your thigh and you reached down to relieve it for him. It sprang out into your waiting hand making the man hiss against your skin. His teeth nipped at your collarbone causing you to cry out softly, still aware that the door was unlocked and anyone could have walked in.

“Nanami. We'll be caught!” Your whisper was met by deaf ears.

“Let me put it in? Please? Been dreaming of feeling that tight little pussy around me all day. Please baby.” Nanami lifted his head. Heavy lids opened to look up at you teasingly and his pink lips, parted ever so slightly by his large tusks. Your head nodded…

So now here you were; hoisted onto a desk, as your loving orc fucked you chasing a release he had longed for since the starting of his day.

“Look at me.” Nanami tucked a finger under your chin lifting your head. Your eyes met his.

He slipped his thumb between your glossy lips.

“Suck.”

You wrapped your lips around the digit, tongue lain flat against it and did exactly that. By now it had become almost second nature to you. Nanami could feel it flicking up and down against his skin and couldn't stop himself from remembering how you did that to his cock every time.

Nanami grunted. His cock twitched inside you, “Almost,”

You reached out a hand to grasp at his arm, looking him in the eye, as you pulled it out of your mouth with a pop.

“Cum in me then,” you softly moaned.

The little trigger of your voice was all it took. Nanami spilled inside your warmth with a loud grunt, panting heavily.

He pulled out slowly wincing. “Do you have anything that can't wait till tomorrow?”

You shook your head.

“Good. I'll meet you at the car.”

[willoillo]

Drafbon drawings???

I have ome :>

He's a large, chubby sand/mud hybrid, with small tusks, a gold earring with a quartz crystal, and no barb. Also his name is Salve.

Never done dragons with tusks before but I really like how it ended up looking!! Hope I did him justice n_n~

[kaondecay]

really loving the character archetype i’ve been seeing lately of like four foot ten unhinged gremlin girl, int off the charts and negative two wis. captain of the fuck around and find out varsity team. like if a manic pixie dream girl escaped into the woods and fed on deer carcasses and suspicious mushrooms until her tusks and bristles grew back in. wily goal-driven ferret of a woman. her courageous leadership and strong sense of justice captivate everyone she meets to follow her with unshakable loyalty, yelling “oh my god what are you doing, how did she even get in here, get that out of your mouth this instant holy shit” the whole time. i would let her gnaw the flesh off my arm if she forgot her lunch at home. 😌

(terfs this post is NOT FOR YOU)

[mariacallous]

Whatever happens next, one day historians will have to explain why a candidate who earlier this year had been presented as disciplined started to veer off into unrestrained racist rhetoric and dancing for 40 minutes to his own playlist. Was it age, as plenty of commentators have speculated? Was it a brilliant attempt to balance dehumanizing attacks on minorities with an effort to make himself look human?

A much more sinister explanation must be taken seriously. We still assume that we are witnessing two campaigns for the presidency. But what if we are witnessing one campaign and one slow-motion coup, whose organizers need to go through the motion of campaigning for the plan to work? Since winning at the ballot box does not matter, taking a break to listen to Pavarotti isn’t a problem; conversely, a festival of racism and conspiracy theories, as at Madison Square Garden, is not about convincing any undecided voter, but motivating committed Trumpists to go along with another coup attempt.

To be sure, this can also sound like conspiracy theory. The point is not prediction, but to call for preparedness. After all, there is an overwhelming number of reasons why, should Trump lose, he will once more try to take power anyway. His followers have long been primed to assume that evil Democrats will steal the election. The unchecked racism fits into a logic of far-right populism more generally: far-right populists claim that they, and they alone, represent what they call “the silent majority” or “the real people” (the very expression Trump used on January 6 to address his supporters).

If far-right populists do not win elections, the reason can only be that the majority of the electorate was silenced by someone (liberal elites, of course). Or, for that matter, people who are not “real people” – fake Americans – must have participated in the election to bring about an illegitimate outcome. This explains the Republican obsession with finding proof of “non-citizen” voting.

Dozens of lawsuits have already been launched to put election results into doubt. As in 2020 and early 2021, Trump is likely to make sharing his lies a test of loyalty.

Here analogies with other far-right populists are again illuminating: it is doubtful that all followers of the far-right Law and Justice Party (PiS) in Poland truly believe that relatively liberal prime minister Donald Tusk had colluded with Russians to have the country’s president, a member of PiS, killed in a plane crash in Smolensk in 2010. But professing the Smolensk conspiracy theory was not about making an empirical statement; it became a means to signal membership of a political tribe.

In theory, Republicans could seize the chance at last to break with Trump, who, after all, has only delivered defeats to the party. He has stated that he will not run again (though it would of course be naive to take any of his promises at face value). Yet there were already plenty of incentives to get rid of Trump in early 2021, and still Republicans did not disown, let alone impeach, him.

Most worryingly, Maga members have been primed to resort to violence. Trump and his allies – including the world’s richest man, who just happens to be a rightwing extremist – have framed the election as an apocalyptic battle. If Democrats win, Musk has claimed, there will not be any proper elections ever after; they will bring in more foreigners to secure a permanent majority. It is already half forgotten that Trump held his first major rally this election cycle in Waco, Texas.

Who knows whether Trump can really mobilize large numbers of people on the streets; it might be enough to prolong a sense of chaos. Vance has claimed that the 2020 election was problematic, because so many citizens had doubts about its “integrity” and Democrats prevented a “debate” which the country needed to have (never mind that Republicans had created the doubts in the first place). How long a debate would Vance like, exactly? Incidents like the infamous Brooks Brothers riot, where rightwingers in fancy suits stopped a recount in Florida in 2000, might accompany this debate. After all, as Jack Smith has claimed, Trump campaign operatives in 2020 already issued the order: “Make them riot.”

The hope may well be that, if decisions are kicked to the correct court, things could still go Republicans’ way. Trumpists know from the US supreme court’s decisions about ballot access and immunity earlier that some parts of the judiciary have given up on any conventional legal logic; they are likely simply to deliver whatever benefits Trump. The conservative justices’ decision this past week allowing the removal of voters from the rolls in Virginia so close to the election – a clear break with precedent – might well have been a preview of what a court captured by Trumpists is willing to do.

To be sure, the system as a whole is less vulnerable than in 2020. What is officially known as the Electoral Count Reform and Presidential Transition Improvement Act of 2022 makes it harder to challenge results in Congress; the theory that legislatures could overturn the outcome – popular among Trumpists in 2020 – has not found much legal support. But since Trump has everything to lose (including his freedom, given the charges still pending), there’s every reason to think that he’ll try everything.

[jadewolf22]

Hiiiii!! Could I request a Lady Jane and Wife Reader, with some domestic fluff (at least, as domestic as Lady Jane can get if you know what I mean). Maybe something like they've been apart for a really long time hunting bounties and manage to meet up for their anniversary or sm?

Happy Anniversary

Sub!Lady Jane x Dom!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Guns, mentions of extreme violence, mentions of scars, mentions of kidnapping/hunting children, smut, oral (J recieving), thigh riding (r recieving), fingering (J receiving), strap-on (J receiving), orgasm denial, ect… 

Summary: You give your lady a special gift for your first wedding anniversary.

A/n: Hi anon!! Thank you so much for the request! This is my first time ever writing for Lady Jane, so I hope I did her justice. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to include smut, but a married couple who hasn’t seen each other in a while probably wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off of each other…Word Count: 3,012

You couldn’t stop the sign that escaped your lips as you entered the threshold of your home, dropping your duffle bag and the bag of groceries you’d bought on the floor as you removed your jacket. The quaint little farmhouse that had been your childhood home was quiet, secluded by miles of dead fields and thick woodlands. You ran your fingertips over the bench along the wall, pleased to see that not too much dust had collected since your last stay. Work kept you away for weeks, sometimes months at a time and there was no one to stay and clean the place while you were gone. 

Moving away from the threshold and into the living room you smiled softly, taking a moment to walk around and glance at the multitude of pictures decorating the space. Most of the ones on the walls and bookcases were from your younger years; birthdays, vacations with your parents, school activities and accomplishments, holidays and such. But it was the ones above the hearth that you loved the most. Jane, your lady and beloved partner, wasn’t one for taking many photos so there were only a few on the mantle, and you cherished each one like they were diamonds; Your first date at the shooting range, one of her birthdays at the bar, your first Valentine's Day hunting in the woods, a few engagement photos taken while you were working a job together, and one of your wedding here one the farm placed at the centre of them all. It was your first anniversary today, exactly one year of pure happiness for the two of you despite the gruesome reality of your jobs as bounty hunters. 

The sound of tires against gravel drew you from your thoughts. You were sure you knew who it was but, just in case, you gripped the glock tusked into the waistband of your jeans as you moved to the window, peering out through the curtains. The sight of a gold car parking beside yours allowed you to relax, letting go of the weapon as you rushed back outside. You’d barely given Jane time to close her door before you were on her, strong, toned arms grabbing her by the waist and lifting her off the ground as you embraced the love of your life. A light chuckle left her lips, demanding that you set her down before she hugged you in return. 

“I missed you, my love.” you said breathily—lifting Jane off the ground was no easy feat, despite how strong you were—kissing her gently.

“And I, you.” she returned, cracking the smallest smile.

You couldn’t have stopped the large grin that spread across your face even if you wanted to, insisting that you take her things before escorting her into the house. Jane found it quite adorable how you insisted on pampering her with even the smallest tasks, such as carrying her luggage—granted, it was only two duffle bags, one filled with her guns and extra magazines. Once inside you added your own bag to the load and headed upstairs, setting the bags down on your bed before you pulled her to you and kissed her again, this one a little deeper than the last. 

“Happy anniversary, Jane.” you breathed.

“Is it our anniversary already?” she teased lightly, kissing your cheek, “My, does the time fly.”

“Indeed it does.” you agreed, moving away and beginning to unpack your bag. 

Jane did the same, the two of you unpacking in a comfortable silence. You’d missed her terribly, her presence alone helping to soothe the ache that had built up after a month apart. When you were both unpacked and her guns properly cleaned and stored away the two of you headed back downstairs, putting away the groceries and preparing dinner as you talked about your most recent jobs. Yours had been easy; a couple of greens that had escaped the compound two months back, but Jane’s had been far more difficult. She’d gotten stuck with a group of yellows who’d disappeared nearly a year ago and, apparently, they had put up quite a fight. You hated it when she took the more dangerous jobs, always afraid that one day, one of them might kill her. But you knew that Jane could hold her own and, the more dangerous the job, the better the pay. A part of you felt sorry for the kids the two of you hunted, but you knew the world was safer without them. Children with supernatural powers were a recipe for disaster.

When the food was ready the two of you sat down to eat, easily falling back into the domestic pattern you’d adopted. It was easy to push the exhaustion and anxiety of your jobs when you were like this, content and at peace in your little corner of the world. 

The meal was delicious, Jane's cooking far better than your own, and much more satisfying than the protein bars and canned food you lived off of while working. When you’d both finished, you took care of the dishes while Jane showered—despite how much you’d begged her to wait so you could join her. Once the dishes were done it was your turn to head upstairs, showering quickly and trading your dirty jeans and t-shirt for leggings and a tank top. Stepping out of the bathroom you found Jane stretched out on her side of the bed, damp brown hair cascading over her shoulders and a book in hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of big-bad Lady Jane looking so utterly adorable and domestic in grey sweats and a baggy red t-shirt. 

She looked up from the book before you could hide your smile, muttering, “What?” as she set it aside.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, moving towards your side of the bed, “I’m just glad you’re home. You know how worried I get when you take jobs involving yellows.” 

Jane rolled her eyes at your protectiveness, mumbling, “At least they’re not reds or oranges.” sitting up as you fished through the drawer of your nightstand, producing a black box and smiling as you sat down, presenting it to her.

“Happy anniversary, my lady.”

She rolled her eyes again at the nickname, taking the box from you and opening it with a small gasp. Nestled inside was a golden glock, the handle engraved with little vines that made both of your initials. 

“It’s beautiful, y/n.” she whispered, looking up at you, “Where did you even—?”

“I have a friend who specialises in engraving guns.” you explained, trying to suppress just how happy her reaction made you, “I  swung by his place on my way back home… Is it safe to assume you like it?”

“I love it.” you knew she did, but hearing Jane say it aloud made you ten times happier, “My turn.”

She reached over to her nightstand, plucking a little red box off of it that you had, somehow, failed to notice earlier. A cheshire-like grin adorned her face as she handed the box to you, making you that much more excited to see what was inside. Nearly tearing off the lid, your eyes fell on the silver bracelet lying against the black velvet lining of the box. At first glance, it looked like a simple band but, upon picking it up, you noticed her name engraved on the inside. Smirking, you had her help you but the bracelet on, noticing just how snuggly it fit your wrist. You laughed, realising that her name would be temporarily branded onto your skin if you wore it for long enough—and you had no intention of ever taking it off. 

“It’s perfect.” you said softly, “Thank you.”

You leaned forward and kissed her again, smiling against her lips when her hand crept up your neck to thread itself in your hair. A groan escaped you when you felt her tug at your hair, making you kiss her that much harder as you grabbed her hips and pulled her across the bed to you, manoeuvring the both of you until you were straddling her waist in the middle of the bed without breaking the kiss. Jane whimpered a little as you manhandled her, her hands moving to the hem of your tank top and pulling it up your torso. You broke the kiss just long enough for her to pull the item over your head before your lips were attacking hers again, your leggings quickly following your shirt. Sliding your hands under her shirt, you gripped the waistband of her sweatpants, removing them and her underwear in one fluid motion. Her t-shirt was torn down the middle and haphazardly tossed somewhere in the room. 

You paused for a moment and sat up, marvelling at the beauty beneath you. God, she was a masterpiece. Ivory skin that seemed to glow in the dim evening light, pale freckles splattered across her chest and shoulders, icy blue eyes dark with want, thick, deep brown hair that seemed nearly black against the white sheets underneath her, and a perfectly toned body with small, perky breasts that were practically begging for attention. You growled, your lips and teeth abusing her neck and shoulders, leaving bite-marks and bruises for her to find for days after you were done with her while your hands palmed her breasts. Jane panted and squirmed beneath you, nails tearing down your back as he hand nestled itself in your hair again, tugging harshly and scratching at your scalp. 

“Please, y/n—God! I need you!” she whined, bucking her hips up towards you in search of some kind of friction.

“Miss me so much you’re needy already, hmm?” you teased, your mouth replacing one of your hands as you nipped harshly at her breast, causing Jane to release a low, near pornographic moan.

She opened her mouth to argue but, at that moment you plunged two fingers deep into her cunt and whatever she was about to say was replaced with a loud, broken moan. A steady string of “Ah, ah, ah”s fell from her lips as your digits pounded into her, your mouth moving to her other breast as your hand settled on her throat, squeezing gently. 

“Mh—feel so good, baby.” you muttered against her skin, slipping in a third finger when the first two began to move within her too easily. 

“Mph, please y/n, harder!” she cried as she felt her cunt streatch deliciously around your fingers, her nails digging painfully into your back and scalp as your digits slammed into her walls, “Yes! God, yes— Just like that—Ah!”

You tightened your grip on her throat a bit as you sat up, groaning at the sight of her cunt taking your fingers so deep that your wedding ring disappeared when you were fully inside of her, the titanium band coming out glistening with her arousal. Her cunt clenched around her fingers, her thighs tightening around your hand as she neared her climax but, just before she could fall over the edge, you pulled away. Jane went to complain, but the way your hand squeezed her throat in warning made her go silent. You licked your fingers clean, groaning at the taste of her on your skin. 

“Relax, baby. You’ll get what you want.” you assured, reaching into the drawer of your nightstand and retrieving your harness and favourite strap, “You’ve just gotta be patient.”

Jane bit her lip as she watched you attach the strap to your body. The black, 8-inch was not the largest she’d taken from you, but it was most certainly the thickest. She released a sound between a whine and a groan as you teased her with the tip, nearly screaming when you began to force it into her, your hand coming back to her throat. The silicone cock stretched her cunt to the point where Jane felt as if she was being split in two and she loved it, her body tightening as a searing heat spread through her as you buried the strap up to the hilt inside her, beads of sweat making Jane’s skin glisten. Once she gave you the go-ahead you set a harsh, ruthless pace, hard, deep strokes filling her cunt so well it was a wonder she didn’t cum right then. Your grunts and Jane’s screams filled the room and it was moments like this that you were especially grateful your house was in the middle of nowhere. No one but yourselves and the animals could hear you.

“Miss you so much, my lady,” you grunted as you thrust into her, one hand still on her throat, the other harshly gripping her hip, “Missed having your pretty little cunt stretched out around my cock—Fuck, baby, I missed you—!”

“M-missed you, t-too!” Jane stampered, her hands moving to your hips to help guide your thrusts, “Missed your touch—! M-missed you in me—Shit, y/n, please make me cum!! Wanna cum so bad—!”

“I know, baby. Just hold on a bit longer. You’re doing so well for me—” you praised as her hands moved from her hips, one grasping at the bedsheet, the other wrapping around your wrist. The black diamond on her wedding ring glinted in the light as her body jolted with each of your thrusts.

“Mmmh—Fuck, y/n! Please—please, keep going! ‘M so close—Shit, y/n! I-I’m—I’m gonna cum— pleasepleaseplease!”

“Just hold on a bit longer, baby.” you said, slowing down your movements just a bit and making Jane practically cry, “Just a bit more, my lady. You’re almost there.”

You removed your hand from her hip, sliding it down between her legs to rub gentle circles over her clit. Her whole body contracted with the added pleasure, shaking in desperate need of release.

“Y/N—!!”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Cum for me.”

“F-f-f-FUCK—!” Jane finished with a loud scream, legs tightening around your hips, back arching off the bed. Stars exploded behind her eyes and, for a moment, she couldn’t see. Her body felt as if she were floating as she relaxed back into the mattress, brain fuzzy and her mouth numb, her throat already burning from screaming so much. You slowed down as she rode out her high, stopping completely and taking a moment to admire just how ethereal she looked like this, skin flushed and slick with sweat, her head thrown back in euphoria, eyes scrunched tight and jaw slack. Slowly so as not to jostle or startle her, you reached out and cupped her face, gently stroking your thumb against her cheek.

“You did such a good job, baby.” you praised, releasing her throat as her eyes opened, unfocused and her pupils blown out, “Come on back to me, my lady. That’s it. I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

Jane mumbled out a hoarse, “okay” and you slowly pulled out of her, the strap coated in her release. You removed the toy from your body and threw it on top of your clothes to be cleaned later, bending over and placing gentle licks and kisses over her bruising neck as you moved to position yourself on her thigh. 

“My turn.” you husked, lowering yourself onto her thigh, “You just lay back and relax, baby.”

Jane sighed when she felt your slick core against her skin, whimpering a little as you began to rock yourself against her. Watching her unravel beneath you had made you so pent up that it didn’t take you long until you were nearing an orgasm, your breath laboured and thighs shaking.

“Mm, you feel so good against me,” you groaned in her ear, leaning forward and changing her head with your arm, practically laying on top of her as you rutted against her thigh, “So perfect. And all mine.” 

Jane whined, nodding frantically, heavy arms reaching up to wrap around your shoulders. WIth a final snap of your hips, you came, smearing your slick across her skin and you moaned against her shoulder. Sighing, you sat up and kissed her, your fingers dancing over her stomach. 

“Think you can take one more, my lady?” you asked gently, your tone making it clear that she had the choice of saying no, “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Jane nodded and you smiled, kissing her again as you slid down her body, levelling your face with her soaked cunt. You licked a broad stripe up her slit, placing a gentle kiss to her clit, making Jane shudder. Smiling, you licked at her folds, slowly forcing your tongue deeper inside of her, your nose brushing against her bundle of nerves. Jane whimpered above you, hands threading into your hair to keep you in place. Still recovering from her past orgasm, it didn’t take you long to bring her to the edge again.

“P-please, y/n—” Jane muttered, tears slipping down her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, “uh-ah! I’m-I’m gonna—!”

“Go ahead, baby.” you whispered, plunging your tongue deep inside her. 

Jane came again with a shuddering moan, her release flooding your mouth and spilling down your chin. You lapped away at her release, cleaning her cunt with your tongue before moving up to kiss her again, sliding your tongue into her mouth so that she could taste herself on you. 

Pulling away, you climbed off of her, grabbed the strap, and padded off to the bathroom, cleaning yourself and the toy before returning with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning her thighs and burning folds. Taking the cloth and both of your clothes you set them in the hamper, handing her the water bottle on your nightstand as you set off all the lights except for your lamp. Once she’d drunk enough you helped her beneath the covers and crawled into bed beside her, covering her body with your own.

“Happy anniversary, Jane.” you muttered, kissing the back of her head. 

Jane hummed, releasing a large sigh before exhaustion overtook her and fell asleep. You smiled down at your wife, reaching behind you to shut off the lamp, welcoming the darkness as your eyes fluttered closed.

[odinsblog]

Polish opposition leader Donald Tusk has promised that if his centrist party is elected, he will introduce a number of measures to improves the lives of the country’s LGBTQ+ community.

During a meeting in the northwest town of Pia, Tusk said that his party has two bills prepared that would benefit LGBTQ+ Poles – one to make it easier for trans people in Poland to self-identify and a second to legally recognise same-sex civil partnerships.

The Civic Platform (PO) leader’s declaration came after a secondary school senior asked the opposition leader: “What future do you intend to build with your party and coalition partners for people who identify with the acronym LGBT?” The student added that Poland’s current government “dehumanises these people“.

The national-conservative Law and Justice (PiS) party, which is currently in power, has waged a harsh campaign against the LGBTQ+ community and so-called “LGBT ideology” in recent years.

Since 2019, almost 100 municipal or local governments in Poland have declared themselves “free of LGBT ideology”. At one point, so-called “LGBT-free” zones covered almost a third of the country.

As a result, Poland has been named the worst EU nation for LGBTQ people to live in for the past four years in a row.

In response to the student’s question, Tusk said the query was “one of the most dramatic” inquiries he frequently hears from young people, before calling LGBTQ+ people in Poland a “victimised minority”.

“The most important thing is to rebuild the language of respect,” Tusk continued. “Love is worthy of our respect.”

The bills Tusk outlines will “significantly simplify the current very complicated and humiliating, ghastly court procedures” for trans people, allowing them to legally change their gender markers more easily.

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This is a little bit different than the kind of content I’ve been putting out, but as someone who is very invested in Pokémon design, I have a lot of opinions.

First off, I believe the sentiment behind this picture is that old fighting types are good and new fighting types are bad. So going off of that, I have to say I disagree. The Gen 1 fighting-types all fall under the umbrella of “martial artists” in some way, shape, or form. However, there are some traits from the Gen 1 fighting types that carry over to the newer, “bad”, fighting types.

First is aggression, exemplified perfectly by Primeape. Most of the new gen fighting types pictured are designed around the fact that they are aggressive. Past paradox Pokémon like Slither Wing and Great Tusk are known to be dangerous and their aggressive behavior is THE REASON we have to shut down the Time Machine in Area Zero. Paldean Tauros is pretty self explanatory especially if you have had to deal with them charging you in the overworld. Even many fighting type specialists portray aggression in their facial expressions and posing.

Another trait that fighting types embody is physical strength and athleticism. Machamp embodies this, as well as other fighting types like Buzzwole and Passimian. Even Meloetta’s pirouette forme and Hisuian Liligant gain the fighting type even though their inspiration comes from dance!

Finally, we have the oddballs like Flamigo and Keldeo. Understanding their inspiration and lore will explain the typing for you! Flamigo, for example, live in flocks that synchronize their fighting moves to attack other Pokémon in the wild. A large part of their lore is the way they fight so fighting type makes sense. Keldeo, along with the other swords of Justice, are based off of the Three Musketeers with Keldeo representing the young fourth member, D’Artagnan. Much like *Zamazenta* and Sirfetch’d, the fighting type is derived from the Pokémon’s association with a weapon and it’s status as a type of defender.

So while I understand that current fighting types don’t always fit the “humanoid punching guy” archetype, it doesn’t have to. Also, Breloom is a fighting type but I don’t see anyone raising any eyebrows at that thing.

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stuff I find so appealing one kinda has to wonder if I’m actually aroace, part 3:

Hhhhhhhng Pacific Rim (I’m almost certain this one has come up on the list before I don’t care that movie fU-)

Aizawa Shouta, unfortunately. He is simply a symptom of a greater trend in my taste in characters comprised mostly of thirty-something homeless idiots accidentally adopting children via their inability to do anything morally evil. His character is just so Fun To Watch. Go little tired man. Go adopt those children. Hell yeah.

Piglin Technoblade designs. With tusks specifically.

Sailing vessels, any size.

Flintlock pistols

@billiamdoor’s RWD Dani design. I was on the ‘Dani is the sexiest Per Aspera crew member’ train since like season two but that design brings her to LIFE.

The women on the Sistine chapel ceiling. (Jacked)

the smell of pine sap and petrichor. I aspire at all times to smell like this, I haven’t got it down to a science but I’m getting there.

Hallgrimskirkja in Reykjavik. If Chartres is my wife that church is the hot nasty fling I had on an exotic work vacation. Hooooo boy the Lighting in that place, HMM👌

When the character believes in hope and the fundamental goodness of the world and the rest of the cast questions them about it but they stand firm and it turns out they were right all along………. Peak.

ironically, when the character believes in Justice and vengeance and brutality as the answer to the story’s problems, and the story actually proves them right. Truly amazing.

EVERYTHING ABOUT TRANSFORMERS ONE.

Record players, especially with red leather cases.

Cluttered Alchemist Studies, feat. The Cluttered Alchemist (they have big goggles)

Embroidery

Rex from the clone wars. Mighta already put him on the list but the scene when he throws a blunt spear through the gut of a disgusting slaver and the solid steel chair behind him? That was the day I started this list. That was the day I knew that, no matter how unappealing I found sex or dating at the time, I would never say it was absolutely impossible for that to change: there would always be one singular exception.

Embroidery.

any of the seamstresses and lacemakers who made the computers and spacesuits that got us to the moon. I would kiss them all full on the mouth.

Space. Just space. If space was a person I’d make out with them probably.

Similarly, trains. If the concept of trains were to be personified I would also make out with them. This is basically just how I feel about my hyperfixations ok don’t @ me-

EMBROIDERY.

the feeling I get when someone draws/writes something based off of something I did.

the mountains. which mountains? Appalachia. There are no other true mountains all other mountains are hills that are really big. I base this statement not off of elevation gain but Vibes. Appalachia is the oldest place on the planet. Our fossils were dealing with ancient eldritch Things Beyond Mortal Ken, all the other mountains simply aren’t doing it like us.

Zion national park. (Unrelated to Zion the historical place or political symbol) That place is so freaking beautiful and it’s also the first time I ever went ‘screw it, I’m swimming in my clothes in a public body of water, that river is too deep and too clear and too warm I gotta Swim’

Aurora Borealis 👍

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« Wygrała Polska, wygrała demokracja. » (Poland won, democracy won.)

— Donald Tusk, former prime minister and currently leader of the democratic opposition in Poland, on the apparent victory of opposition forces in Sunday's election in Poland. From Polska Agencja Prasowa.

Today is a great day for democracy. The MAGA-ish Law and Justice Party (Prawo i Sprawiedliwość – known by the unfortunate acronym PiS) has been booted out of power after eight miserable years.

Donald Tusk, a good Donald, is the leader of Koalicja Obywatelska (KO) which is the largest of the three pro-democracy groupings who together are projected to win enough votes in the Sejm (the lower house of parliament).

Turnout for this election was about 73%.

This victory by PO and its likely coalition partners Trzecia Droga and Lewnica carries significance similar to Joe Biden's victory in 2020.

Projections made by a reliable exit poll give the pro-democracy parties a total of 248 seats in the Sejm. 231 are needed for a majority. Final results are likely to differ slightly from these numbers.

Oh yeah, there's an extreme rightwing party called Konfederacja which is led by an idiot named Janusz Korwin-Mikke who is a misogynist with pro-Putin tendencies. Konfederacja, in American terms, is somewhat like the House Freedom Caucus – but led by the My Pillow guy or Rudy Giuliani. Fortunately Konfederacja won just an estimated 12 seats.

I'll write about this more tomorrow. But it's not just a victory for democracy but also one for NATO, the European Union, and (probably) Ukraine. Putin can't be very happy about liberal democracy being strengthened next door to him. It halts a trend towards the right in Europe.