#rural addictions

[wells-creative]

This book changed my outlook on opioid addiction and also helped me get some insight on how it’s became such a big problem in the world today, especially in rural areas.

I guarantee that if you’re from a small town this book will strike a chord with you. I enjoyed the read and it’s really hard for me to get into non fiction books so that’s a pretty big accomplishment for me.

I would also love recommendations like this book if anyone has any.

If you would like to read it you can find it here:

[cicada-heart]

somewhere in south georgia III

august 2016

this was such a strange, heady summer and i think of it often

(I, II, IV)

[lettherightrobin]

[aashiyancha]

Alice and Ares' living room

[emptywriter95]

Cara lets her eyes stray to the cracks embedded in the aging cement sidewalk as her legs carry her to Jules's house. The cool morning wind moved around her, carrying the scent of the morning dew with it as partly dried leaves fell from the treetops. Her eyes move to stalk the sight of the run-down homes on either side of the street. Not run down in a purposeful way, she thinks to herself. It’s just that the tenants have most likely aged, and the upkeep is out of their grasp. Town number four, she counts. She can’t remember the homes from when she was younger, but her mom has mentioned them once or twice before.

Her mom and dad put themselves and their personal world first. Leaving her younger brother, Jude, and herself on the back burner. The ruthless wind whipped her long, chocolate-brown hair around her neck. She was quick to pull it back, tossing it over her shoulder. She breaths deeply through her nose as she walks to her friends, the wind may be cool but the air is earthy and warm. They’ve been living here for about two months now, and the summer is almost over. It’s almost time to start another new school, the thought crosses her mind. She’s never had a problem making new friends. As a bonus, she’s not starting halfway through the school year. This time, she gets to start fresh, along with a new friend, which is a welcome change. Unfortunately, it doesn’t come as easy for her brother. Jude’s lucky if he can make one close friend, although if you ask him, he has plenty of friends. They’re just inside the computer in a world called Runescape. He has the same chocolate hair as his sister, which lies shaggy around his ears. He also has stunning dark brown eyes to match. He was lucky to inherit from their mom. Cara was given her dad's green eyes. She thinks about the last time she saw her mom, two days ago. Bragging on the phone to a friend, if you can call the users, she surrounds herself with friends about how grown up she is. How can she take care of herself and her brother? No problem, she laughed. Cara sighed. She was sick of her mom taking the credit for her independence. Although it is her fault, she’s this way, just not in the way she brags about. The early dew drops sparkle at her on every blade of the tall grass covering the yards. The sky is still a light, soothing grey. Cara knew her mom was home safe in her bed when she left the house. She hadn’t heard her come home last night, but she saw her long black leather jacket hanging next to the screen door on her way out. Her little brother always hears her come in. He stays up all night gaming in the den. He stopped questioning their mom about where she’s been long ago, she would only dodge him with weird answers. Cara knows he can sense that something is wrong with her. He knows something isn’t right with their mom, but unlike his older sister, he hasn’t had the maturity to crack the code yet. Whenever Cara needed to make new friends she always gravitated toward other kids with dysfunctional families. It's not a difficult thing to find in common at any given rural school. It was simple. For every happy kid with two normal parents, is another ten kids, with at one parent who drinks too much or one dealing with an addiction of their own choosing. It just made sense to hang out with kids like herself, no curfews, no one to care where you go or what you’re doing around town. Last year, she pieced together what was causing her parents heated fights that would cause her mom to vanish for days on her own. Leaving her and Jude to fend for themselves, get to school on time, and make their own dinners. It was the one morning that replayed in her mind often. A normal morning before school, She was out of clean socks, so she burst into her mom's empty room and rummaged around her sock drawer, looking for a pair without holes. Only to find two small glass pipes. The bottom of the thin glass burned a brown-black color. Empty baggies skewed underneath the thick winter socks neatly stacked in the back of the drawer. That’s when it all came together for her. Her mom's weird friends, the mood swings, not being home for days at a time, and the constant blowouts with her dad kept getting worse. It wasn't long after that she became more curious and found her dad’s coke he had stashed in the console of his work truck, which she wasn’t supposed to be in. She shakes her head, not in the mood for the replay. She keeps walking and tightens her arms around her faded black Hurley sweater. She walks another block and then crosses the road to the right side of the shady street.

[impercre]

Working on icons for Feyd and it occurs to me he'd probably hate Arrakis.

[ringneckedpheasant]

watched a video recently that was tearing caleb maupin to shreds and im still not over him claiming that he encouraged someone to do sex work & hired them for their services but they were actually the manipulator because they were a heroin addict and he’s from a small town in ohio and doesn’t know how addicts ~operate~ or whatever stupid word he used. dude how tf are you from rural ohio and you’ve never met a drug addict

[firstoccupier]

Iowa's Decline: Confronting the Multifaceted Crisis Facing Our Communities Under Republican Leadership

By, Cliff Potts, WPS News, Editor-in-ChiefBaybay City | January 12, 2025Op-Ed Having lived in Iowa from January 2015 to August 2023, I’ve witnessed the state’s evolution firsthand—from my time at well-known companies like Toyota Financial Services in Cedar Rapids and GoDaddy in Hiawatha to my role as a Security Officer patrolling important sites like Kirkwood Community College and the Linn…

[aliennachos]

Fucking wild that the law is like "yeah no, you need to wear your seatbelt or you'll become a meat and bone projectile that destroys everyone in your flesh based path of annihilation"

Then the god damn bus runs out of seats and it's "well. To the pole with you"

[trracstudy]

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[lookthetart]

Being an atheist is literally the best gift you can do to yourself. Why would you relinquish your freedom to do as you want to be exploited and controlled. Like literally what are religious people even doing!!!!!!!!

[bryonyashaw]

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Appreciating the little things in life involves focusing our attention on what is pleasurable, nurturing, and sustaining in our lives and away from those events that are annoying, frustrating, or hurtful. It means practicing gratitude for those everyday things that are easy to take for granted or miss altogether. Adopting this outlook won’t stop negative events from occurring, or change happening, but it may help prevent us from over-emphasising their importance in our lives and accepting time moves forward.

We are generally pretty good at marking the big moments in our own and others’ lives; birthdays, weddings, graduations, once-a-year family gettogethers. What would happen if we gave ourselves permission to celebrate the little things? The how and what of celebration will depend on what’s important to you.

Here are some ideas:

🌼 When the sun finally appears after a week of grey skies grab a friend or loved one and go for a walk to celebrate the good weather and regenerative effects of rain.

🌼Pamper yourself after getting through a daunting or tedious task, such as cleaning your room or writing a report, by doing something you enjoy.

🌼Look for the good stuff - like the small miracles that occur around us all the time.

🌼Focus on the fantastic aspects of people and situations

🌼Let go of arrogant, erroneous notions like, ���I already know that,” or, “I’ve seen it all,” or, “No big deal."

So, take a moment right now to pause and put your attention on all of the simple things you can appreciate at this moment.

[satoruhour]

i can’t stop thinking about riding satoru while he’s laying down his hands behind his head and watching us with a smug face ahhhhhhh i’m pulling my hair out

a/n: i immediately turn poetic whenever i write for gojo idk why guys 💀 + combining with another request where anon sent this in and said satoru core, so real! / tagging @shotorus @hannzai @arminsumi @jabamin @hyomagiri <3

warnings: dom!satoru, fem!reader, i lay the praise on thick here n i could be projecting but idk, pet names, humping, clit stimulation, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie / breeding kink, brief consensual filming, n*sfw under the cut

you think that you’re not so bad on the stamina spectrum — you could hold your own against a special grade pretty easily even after getting beaten down in unexpected attacks, training with your students have kept you on your toes and alert despite your years, and satoru . .

oh, being with satoru has your stamina improving without even you knowing it. whether it’s pushing him away during tickle fights, smacking him hard on the back when he forgets about his students’ missions yet again, or letting yourself submit completely to him in the bedroom, it’s never just one round with gojo. the man was naturally fit and had his reversed cursed technique that he was basically invincible.

you? not so much, always struggling to catch up if your boyfriend wasn’t doing any of the work.

“s-satoru . . please, i need h-help,” you whine out, so so sensitive from the endless foreplay your lover had put you through for teasing him with raunchy photos. it wasn’t your fault he was gone for so long, sent to the rural parts of japan to exorcise a dormant curse — the signal was so terrible there that gojo couldn’t even text his pretty baby whom he missed so much, finally reaching his wits’ end and teleporting to a cell tower only to be met with your body stretched into suggestive poses with very little left to the imagination.

gojo swears he’s never seen beauty like yours before, like a breath of fresh air from the first time he’s got you in his arms to the photos he’s received on that cell tower. a mission has never been finished that quickly before; a teleport and one swipe of his hand, another teleport.

“you don’t want your lovely boyfriend to enjoy his time?” gojo pouts, hands spanning your ass and squeezing at the fat there. you moan at the sensation coupled with the drag of your clit along his thigh — his cock wasn’t even in you and you were already reduced to moans. “after you draped your body in baby blue and you already want to get to fucking?”

gojo has a little lilt in his voice that pisses you off because you know he wants to fuck you bad. you remember how riled up he was when he returned home three hours before, chest heaving and sweaty. you can feel the throb of his cock under you and the little noticeable shaky breaths, but making you beg, making you needy for him is his favourite pastime.

“f-fuck you, ’toru!” you stutter out, thighs burning from grinding so long into his leg that you don’t even know whether you’re cumming or not; all you know is the addicting feeling each time he tenses his thigh for you. satoru laughs, wandering hands leaving trails of fire along your skin as you gasp and grasp at his shoulders. he lets you, squeezing encouragingly at your waist and helping you just a little. a small smile spreads across his face when he feels your cunt twitch at his beautiful laugh, entrance clenching around nothing.

“soon. you’ll need to be patient,” gojo chastises, eyes flitting between watching your connected parts of smeared arousal and your expression of closed eyes and a pretty ‘o’  that catches the moonlight, “look at ’er,  just so wettt . .” the sorcerer whistles at the mess you’re leaving on his leg, juices flowing so sinfully that it leaves a clear sheen of reflectiveness to it. 

“c’mon baby, c’mon baby, you can cum for me, can’t you?” gojo taunts and you feel the need to answer him even when your own body is asking you to rest.

“mhmh, ’toru—” you hump his thigh harder, tugging his body closer as you settle for the most friction you can get against your puffy clit. because you’re leaking so much, the glide of your pussy is so smooth and sticky along his skin, chasing your high more and more until your words are choked out in a high-pitched moan — “satoru, satoru, s-shit . .!”

gojo coos at your unravelling, bumping his leg into your cunt repeatedly as you ride out your orgasm and by now he is hard that it hurts almost, but he’s focused on your pleasure. he licks his lips like a pervert when you tremble at the orgasm, carrying your leg over his just to see strings of your cum stick to your core and his skin, laying a light slap to your pussy just to hear the slickness.

“oi!” you call out, out of breath as you swat his hand away as he giggles and have to take a breather against your boyfriend’s chest, burying your face into his neck. but for as long as satoru have been teasing you, he hasn’t been getting any action and is desperate to just be in you, fishing his cock out from his underwear. it’s pretty as always, curved with an angry red tip that is aching to stretch you out and a vein that runs along the side of it; it slaps into your inner thigh as he pumps it with a low groan.

“can ya ride me, sweetness?” you let out a small sound of disagreement, littering kisses along his skin in hopes that he’d indulge you, but with his free hand, he’s tapping his tip against your welcoming cunt, emphasising the sheer amount of cum you were dripping with. below you, his toned chest vibrates with the moans at the warmth of your cunt, of your 

“’m tired . .” you trail off, before a quiet gasp leaves  you when satoru first pushes past your entrance. and though you’ve taken him so many times, his girth still surprises you to some extent, digging your forehead further into his collarbone as he pushes into your gummy walls. bit by bit, your boyfriend bottoms out in you but does anything but move and of course, it’s a ploy by the one and only. “you’re not going to fucking move, aren’t you?”

gojo makes a terrible ding! sound and snaps his fingers, prompting a glare out of you until the needy words come tumbling out of his mouth, “i want to see you ride me, baby, please.”

“weren’t you the one coming home like a sex-crazed mani— ah!” he knows he still holds control over you when he snaps his hips into you and you freeze up with a whine of his name, nails digging into the sheets and skin. “that’s cheating.” gojo simply hums, placing a kiss on your lips that you don’t reciprocate before the room falls into silence: he leans back, putting both hands behind his head before nodding at you — and because he knows it’s him, he carries the gesture with confidence with no break in his character of just how you were so goddamn tight and warm.

he grits his teeth before trying to relax, “d’you think my pretty girl can give me a show?”

obedient and defiant, you moan softly with a glower, “s-sure i can— lazyass.”

gojo knows you mean it with affection, letting out a small laugh before the moment is interrupted by the first lift of your hips. from where he is, he can see how your folds stretch for his thick cock and the lewdness of your expression, until you start a pace and the little pants that leave your lips hypnotise gojo into a trance. he watches your dazed features with a smug smile as you bounce on him, ass meeting his pelvis in loud slapping noises.

“satoru— s’full, s’big—!” mewling out, your hands switch from abs to chest to headboard, finding anything to anchor yourself to as you ride his cock that nudges all the right spots. each descent is bound to send you reeling, drool dripping from the side of your mouth with how you seem to get more and more intoxicated on his length — even when your muscles start to ache in similar places like earlier and gojo seems to break from the little humps from his hips. 

“s’too much, h-hurts, ’toru . .” you whine with a pout to your voice, eyes lining with tears at the overwhelming pleasure, groping around desperately at the hand that indulges you briefly. it travels up your body, around your nape and back around, playing with your lips—

“you can do it, baby, ridin’ me so well . . s-shiiit,” gojo praises with a trembling rasp, toying with your bottom lip before grabbing your face and forcing you to look down, “you’re making me feel so, so good, sweetheart—” squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment and then back again to compose himself, “—look at how well you take my cock.” the obscene words drags even more moans from you coupled with the sight of your pussy stuffed full of your boyfriend’s pretty dick, so filled to the brim with so much cum seeping from your cunt.

your wonderment is what prompts satoru to tug you forward into a sloppy kiss, leaning back even more as you yelp into his mouth and your beauty is just what sends gojo into a frenzy. the smugness is gone, the teasing nature is gone, just grasping at pockets of air to moan out together as gojo takes the reins and slams his hips into yours. the sheer force of it sends you jerking more into his embrace, sharing a loud, pornographic moan before a multitude of profanities fall from gojo’s mouth.

“you’re just too— fuuck! too perfect, princess,” satoru whimpers, arms wrapped tightly around your middle with pelvis thrusting up into you that if it wasn’t for gojo’s strong arms, your body would be flailing everywhere -— he nibbles at the skin near your shoulder, trying his best to see where the base of his cock meets your ass in noisy, wet pap! pap! pap!’s, “pussy moulded just ta fit my fat cock, yea?”

satoru’s skin heats up when he feels you nod, babbles of “yes��’s and his name jumbled up together in drunken incoherence as he continues to impale you on his shaft. your thighs start to squeeze around his, your own hips grinding down to meet his halfway as you feel your high approaching.

“a-ain’t ya a good girl, hm?” the praise just keeps coming, whispered into your ear with hot breath fanning it and sending you in a delirious state, but gojo’s rhythmic thrust slows down as he grinds his cock into you and you tense up at the feeling of his tip against your g-spot. you jaw falls open in a silent moan, body limping into his once he abuses tha spot repeatedly in deep, deep thrusts, punctuating it in between every word—

“good. fucking. girl,” your boyfriend sounds out into your ear, a grunt between hisses at the way you clench around him, the way your pussy seems to flutter, “you. thrust. like. thrust. that. thrust. huh? thrust.”

“y—yeah, like it, love it, satoru—” you���re too far gone with these deeper thrusts before he switches back and knows you’re about to cum the hardest with the way your toes curl and uncurl. just one sneaky hand to your clit is enough to send you into mantras of his name and confessions — “love it, love you, loveyou, loveyou, ’toru” — body jerking at the overstimulation.

“that’s it . .” gojo says shakily even after he continues to ram into you, “attagirl, thaat’s my good girl.” by now, you’re reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for your boyfriend who chases his own high, proven easy by the sensation of your tight walls and the slickness of your pussy, rutting like a dog before he shoots his semen deep into you. even gojo is speechless, hips jolting into your cum-filled pussy with the need to breed: seed nestled deep into you while his weeping tip spurts out the last bits of his cum.

but gojo doesn’t pull out just yet, flipping the two of you easily and grabbing his long forgotten phone by the nightstand. gently with a smile, he pats your cheek, wakening you from your orgasm-induced slip into unconsciousness.

“baby, gonna take a vid, you okay?” you mutter out a small yes, cute little whimpers escaping your mouth when gojo slowly pulls out. “wanna spread your pretty pussy for me?” your hands obey before you even know it once you hear the start of the camera, fingers soaked with your combined juices as you spread your folds and he watches, entranced at the way your cunt pushes out his cum — and the way it seeps out of you, good lord — alongside the cockdrunk smile on your face.

satoru points the phone at your cunt, and marvels with a grin, “looks like she’s begging for more of my cum, yeah?”

[rebellum]

Fellow trans people I'm begging you to remember that being trans isn't the Only Oppression Ever. Racism exists. (I'm looking at you, white trans people!!!) Being white gives you privilege. Being perisex gives you privilege. Being able bodied gives you privilege. Being a citizen of your country gives you privilege. Living in a developed/first world country gives you privilege. Being a settler gives you privilege. Not having an intellectual disability gives you privilege. Not being severely mentally ill gives you privilege. Being housed gives you privilege. Having internet access gives you privilege. Speaking the dominant language of your area gives you privilege. Not living with addiction gives you privilege.

You are not the most oppressed person ever on earth, white able bodied perisex trans person. Even with being trans, if you're eg from America, canada, western Europe, or Australia, you absolutely have way more political power than eg some cis het indigenous man in rural Brazil.

[blackgirlsloveburrow]

Can we get bf Joe where his obsessed with his black gf heavy on the PDA and we see his family and fans reaction and he love to creampie her💕😮‍💨

i got you! this kinda went a different way but i like it? i hope you do too!

NSFW 18+

joe doesn’t give the media a lot to work with. he shows them what he wants them to see. which is his skills as a quarterback or anything he needs to shoutout for his brand deals. he likes to keep everything private, but there’s just one thing he can’t.

you. he’s addicted to you.

no one really expected him to be with you, as you were quite different than his other exes, but that’s what he likes about you. you’re a lot like his teammates where you give him new experiences, different than the ones he had known growing up in rural ohio. you give him new sensations and feelings, so no wonder he can’t keep his hands off of you.

people first found out about you and joe when they saw a photo him kissing on your neck with his hand on your thigh on the same side of a booth at what you guys thought was a private dinner. paparazzi always found a way.

he didn’t seem to mind though.

it was a shock to his fans and family for sure, as they never really imagined the star quarterback to be caught so “scandalously”. this would be something they would have to get used to though as joe never planned to stop showing his affection in public to you.

joe would kiss and hug you anywhere, anytime. embracing you after amazing wins or hard losses in front of everyone. he loved to kiss you, hold your hand or your hip. it’s a side they never saw from him before. he found any chance to show you off, always trying to take you to his events. it was always hard for him having to leave you for more than a day when he had to travel or you had to work.

the way he fucks you when he misses you (which is all time time) is always so passionate. joe misses you even when you go the store for an hour. when he misses you, he always buries his face in your neck, holding your hands down, and fucks you deep and hard. he wants to be as close to you as possible.

he loves to cum in you too. he creampies you so much. he likes knowing that you’re his. you always remind him he needs to be careful when he cums in you, but he can’t help it.

“i just love you so much baby, i like feeling you around me when i finish” he always replies. you can’t help but feel loved, so he always gets away with it.

joe wouldn’t mind getting you pregnant though. if you did, he can show you off even more and you can be by his side all of the time. he would never admit that though.

[limeade-l3sbian]

Happy Pride Month to all my lesbians! But especially...

closeted lesbians

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lesbians with no sense of direction

lesbians under 5'3

lesbians who don't know where their house/car keys are at this very moment.

lesbians who ALWAYS know where their house/car keys are, including at this very moment.

💜MUAH. HAPPY PRIDE.💜