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[sparrowvolk]

So conveniently my list of petsites I've played in some capacity pretty recently and have well-formed opinions on is ten games long! Some of these would require a bit more effort than others to get into review format, but all of them are pretty good candidates for starting out with. I'll probably tackle 2-3 of these before I start looking at games I'm less familiar with.

So, this poll will determine which couple games I will do reviews for first (video form, length will be however long they need to be). All of these are likely to get covered eventually though!

[nectarinegirl]

Help Israa evacuate when Rafah crossing reopens!!

I've written posts for my friend Israa @nasseer220 before, and she once again needs our help to evacuate as soon as possible when the border opens. Israa is a mother to two young children, her son Nasser, and her daughter Enaam. Enaam was born during the genocide and contracted hepatitis, which caused her to need urgent surgery to save her life. With her youngest in delicate health, Israa needs to be able to evacuate as soon as she can, and also seek medical treatment, not only for Enaam, but for her entire family.

Israa's father recently passed away because he had a stroke while also battling cancer, and she was unable to pay for his care. Please, this time, don't abandon her, and share and donate so she can save her young children.

Israa's old fundraiser is vetted by association here, and she had to start from scratch after her previous fundraisers organizer closed the fundraiser. Her fundraiser is moving very slowly, the last donation was 7 hours ago and the one before that was from FIVE DAYS AGO.

Share!! Donate!! Please, do not forget Israa again!!

Tagging under the cut, sorry for tagging so much, as always respond to this post if you do not want to be tagged.

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@cfo-of-antifa @shesnake @akajustmerry

@neechees @paper-mario-wiki @idontmindifuforgetme

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[theambivalentagender]

Hey all, this person is a friend of mine I met through the Loading Ready Run community and played webcam DnD with during the pandemic.

8 months ago they very suddenly lost their mom to cancer, who was the only one in the household able to make any income. They have applied for disability and other benefits, but are currently getting jerked around.

They're coming up short this month on rent, when they thought the disability issue would finally be resolved. So I'm sharing their GoFundMe again in the hopes to help in any way.

[sygneth]

it is unbelievably beautiful here

[fobnsfwdoodles]

I finally did it! I finally put together a Patreon!

I put a lot of thought and intention into what's offered! The $5/mo tier will let you vote directly on what I draw every time I sit down to draw (which as y'all know can be almost daily). It also includes an exclusive zine which will have art that isn't posted! Id like to try to make one for Halloween this year!

The $10 tier is going to include bigger/higher quality projects and Wips! There's already a few animations/animatics there that I haven't posted anywhere else and a couple more will be dropping this week! 🫶

I wanted to make sure that the bulk of my work was still free and accessible while being fair to my needs and bills so I can keep doing what I love 🫶 I hope you'll consider joining as another way to enjoy my work! You can always try it out for a bit and cancel if needed :)

[ctl-yuejie]

definitely too old for apartment sharing nonsense. this guys place i am staying at advertised his flat in a way you'd assume he had experience hosting people, but turns out any time his friends or family come over there can't be any evidence a woman is staying in one of his rooms.

I already agreed to stay outside for the day but now he suddenly needs to get all my clothes into one of his overcrowed closets? (i had like three things on hangers in the room since the closets smell like damp) + he also wanted to take my clothes from the drying rack outside (i checked with him beforehand that i could do laundry) to also put them - still damp - in a closet.

my dude. do not offer to have people stay over if that is how you are living. and has the gall to self-advertise that he wants people to feel at home while they are at his place.

(this is only temporarily because i needed a place for 10 days and the owner of the place i actually live at arranged everything, so i feel even less bad about imposing a bit since he is getting paid quite a bit for this)

also, i feel like there is no need for this. if it's dark outside, no one will check the balcony. he could always say he just allowed a friend to use the washing mashine and his room as storage while traveling etc etc.

on a general level i feel for him, like growing up in such a patriarchial society that you have to do this elaborate play to somehow connect your families sensitiveties with your own open-mindedness...but my guy...this seems stressful for everyone involved.

[loquaciouscat]

Hello 🙋🏻‍♀️,

I am Amira, a young girl from Gaza, living under difficult conditions after the war destroyed our home and I lost my job😥. I support my family and my sick mother, but I am in desperate need of help to continue my journey and survive this ordeal 💔.

I kindly ask for your support, whether through sharing or donating, to ease the burden on my family and help me achieve my dream of a better future🙏🙏.

It is the least i can do 🙌

https://www.gofundme.com/f/amiras-story-between-hope-and-resilience-a-call-for-soli

[kindahoping4forever]

Songwriters on Podcast was a great listen! Shame we didn’t get the video though if it was actually conducted over video; would’ve loved to have seen Ashton’s face scrunch up when giggling. 🤭 Now I’m just thinking ‘Ash on Zach Sang when?’ (Probably after The Roses has been released.) Anyway, thanks for always catching all the interviews and sharing!

Oh, you're welcome, I'm so glad you're enjoying the content as much as I am! I agree, a video version of that podcast would've been devastating (and dreamy). But also I can't believe how blessed we're getting with the promo this time around - since the Superbloom era was still early on in the pandemic, most of the interviews were print - and the album isn't even fully out yet! 🥰

As for upcoming interviews, Zach Sang has been such a 5SOS supporter, I could definitely see that happening. I know Ash followed Allison Hagendorf on IG a while back and in the time since, Luke has been on her show so I feel like that's a definite possibility! And Kyle Meredith always provides quality conversation and we've got an episode coming from him tomorrow! (And there's video. 😏 And Ash is wearing glasses in the thumbnail. So. 😌)

[llitchilitchi]

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[pepprs]

i will shut up abt this i promise but like. the concept of being in a stable safe mutually loving whatever relationship is INSANE . like how can you ever feel bad about yourself or wounded or whatever again. it’s like a superpower or somethi ng. <- doesn’t know what she’s taking abt bc she’s never experienced it or the absence of it after having it merely the negative space of it and is filling in the gaps w logic or something. but it’s INSANE to me. like of course i feel like shit about myself i am catcrumb unloved.jpg!

[unorcadox]

there's someone who frequently reblogs my edits and tags them with a tag that coincidentally has my name in it and i just wanna say that it makes me happy :) i love reading the tags on my edits

[malkaviian]

mica and chase are toxic yaoi on the band au except there's literally nothing going on between them romantically or sexually actually, but a terrible toxic "friendship" lmao

[rissouu]

nerdy!choso who was sick of letting you walk around, doing whatever you pleased. the day you asked him to be your tutor was when his whole world flipped upside down. him? tutor the most popular girl in school??

it was okay at first, but somewhere along the line your saturday study sessions turned into saturday fuck sessions. you were his first and it didn’t surprise you much.. choso was the school’s number one nerd, and sure he was hot but no girl dared to associate with him, let alone fuck him.

but you were different in so many ways, you treated him like fragile glass that you knew better than to break. you liked to test him sometimes though, just to see if he’d drop the innocent boy act. usually your schemes never worked.. but this time? oh he’d had enough.

“this what you wanted fuckin’ stuck up brat?” choso chuckled darkly, anger radiating off him in waves. large hands struck down, bruising the skin of your ass for the 10th time.

he had you bent over his lap counting every spank and if you missed even a single one, he’d get a belt.

one look at him had your body quivering, his head was tilted and hair messy as his eyes pierced yours. “thought it was cute to stop sharing your location wimme’ huh mama?”

you shook your head which earned nothing but a chuckle from him. rough fingers danced around your clit, flicking it back and forth despite your overstimulation.

a sharp pain had you whimpering, it was only then you realized what was going on. choso sunk his teeth into your cheek with no intentions of stopping until the mark of his teeth was visible.

“how about i start spanking this pretty pussy next?” he smiled when you waved your ass around in anticipation, his greedy greedy girl. “nah.. think ‘m gonna fill her up instead. maybe then you’ll stop fuckin’ playing with me,”

no way this was your same nerdy!choso from before…

©rissouu 2024 (pls i need a choso in my life)..

[northgazaupdates]

This is Doaa @doaaadas

Originally from north Gaza, Doaa lived with her parents in a comfortable home. When the IOF invaded, they became trapped in their home for days, going hungry and thirsty for much of that time. When they finally escaped, Doaa’s father was killed and Doaa was injured.

Since that day, Doaa’s health has been extremely fragile. She tries to receive what treatment she can, but the lack of availability of care has exacerbated her injury and created a cascade of health problems.

Doaa is currently in surgery and she is in very poor condition. Although we are glad she was able to get this procedure, it is not going to be a cure-all. She will still have serious health problems, and the trauma of the surgery itself will leave her weak and vulnerable to infection and disease.

Doaa has only her mother with her. Her mother is terrified and exhausted, and has no source of income. Please help them afford basic necessities like water, food, and supplies for managing Doaa’s health going forward.

Please donate what you can and share her campaign so it gets more visibility. It has very low funds, and your sharing is very helpful and appreciated.

Thank you❤️

Doaa’s campaign is verified by @mohammedalhabil2000

[heavenbarnes]

anyways, as i was saying about older bf!simon and his willingness to please learn

pt 2 to this

“you ever heard of a nut video with sound on?”

obviously, he hasn’t- far as he’s concerned, if you haven’t told him about it then it doesn’t exist to him.

no skin off your nose, you’d spend the rest of your life teaching him about the ‘latest trends’ if it meant he kept sending those filthy fucking videos to your phone.

(your favourites on tiktok were purely filled with ideas)

he’s holed up in a remote location, killing time till he can be home and actually do something to you rather than send you a bloody video about it.

your instructions come through clear and concise, just how he likes:

“it’s what’s written on the can, si- you can pick the setup but i just want to see you cum and, most importantly, i want to hear it”

you’re lucky simon is such a practical guy and maybe you could thank price one day for making him so good at following orders.

when he’s got his alone time he’s setting his phone up to record on the edge of the window sill, moonlight fighting through the curtain to illuminate him.

he’s lost the bulkiest of his gear, down to his tactical trousers and a compression t-shirt. the images in his tattoo sleeve almost move when the light catches them right.

balaclava on (the one that just shows his eyes above the painted image of a skull) and he’s standing up to undo his belt (that you think looks like an airplane seatbelt).

you can hear his boots against the floorboard as he steps back to give you the full view of him undoing his trousers, taking his sweet time because he knows it drives you fucking batty.

he’s so big that the phone is working overtime to get all of him in the frame but you see exactly what you need to- thick thighs at your eye line and massive hands drawing down his fly.

on (you assume) the other side of the globe, you’re at home in your shared bed and you’re propped up right in the middle with the smell of simon engulfing you as you watch the video play out before you.

(if you’d thought about it you should’ve cast it to the bedroom tv, hoping the neighbours didn’t mind)

simon sits back down with his legs spread wide, one hand gripping his thigh as the other rubs himself over his boxers. his eye contact with the camera was fucking intense, like you’d hoped, just like when he’s on top of you.

he’s dressed in all black and the moonlight is obscured but you can still see him firming up in his pants. his eyes flutter, an infinitesimal amount but you’ve been tuned into his every move since you met him.

your thumb leans hard on the volume up button and you can hear the diegetic sound of the building expanding and that usual technical hum that comes with a video. but at this pitch, you could hear him.

his breathing was chopped, chest expanding visibly as he pulled his cock out into clear view. jeeeeesus christ, it was never something you just got used to.

long, reasonably straight, fucking thick. even his hand struggled to make it look smaller as he wrapped around it, giving one dry tug.

as he closed his palm over the tip, you saw him make a swipe before he brought his hand back down considerably smoother than before. you’d had your hands down his pants enough times, man leaked like a fucking faucet.

simon’s head tipped back as he started to pull himself off, balaclava raising just enough to expose some of his throat. if you were there you would be perched in his lap, letting him do the work but running your tongue under the lip of the fabric.

one of the best things about the videos simon sent was, he didn’t really understand how sexy he was. he didn’t think any of the videos particularly watchable so he’d just send them on first take. if you liked them, you liked them- yours was the only opinion that mattered.

what that meant was, you never got b-roll. everything he sent you was unbridled perfection. captured exactly as it happens with no faffing about.

always whatever you’ve asked for, whenever you ask.

(simon’s nothing if not inexplicably obedient)

he brings his hand under his chin to spit into the wide span of his palm, wrapping back around his cock and tugging. his foreskin moved over the head, rolling back down and thick veins bulging under his grasp.

you’d almost forgotten the conditions of your request, totally fucking enamoured by the sight in front of you when it caught you off guard.

a guttural moan ripped out of simon’s chest as he twisted his wrist.

his free hand moved to cup his balls, big and heavy, he rolled them in his palm as another groan sounded out of him. what you wouldn’t give to be knelt between his thighs with the whole lot in your mouth.

you knew how much of an ask this was, you really had to work him up to making noise when it was just you two in bed. these days? you couldn’t shut the man up when he was balls deep and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

but this was another step, this was him on his own with his crew just through the walls. he’d be a plain liar if he said there wasn’t that rumbling trepidation in his chest. he’d put it to bed though.

all he had to think of was you, one hand gripping your phone and the other between your thighs as you watched him through with a hazy smile- that kept him going.

with the thought still heavy on his mind, you didn’t have to strain to hear your name drift off his lips. his hips bucked into his hand as he did, speeding up the motion of his strokes.

you were going to black out, his tattoos flexing and his chest expanding with every stuttered breath. simon looked like a god among men and he fucking sounded like one too.

“fuck, sweetheart- you’re so fucking filthy giving me orders like this”

your cheeks were burning, he wasn’t wrong but you weren’t expecting him to call you out quite like this.

“what does that make me? always so fucking eager to do what you say? make a dirty old man, yeah?”

wheeeeeew that’ll do it, your thighs snapped together around your hand as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. whenever you thought you couldn’t take any more, he was always there to do you one better.

“only for you, pet- you can always get whatever you fucking want from me”

and you knew he was serious, that’s what made it all the more debilitating. simon was unshakeable, you’d seen him go out of his way to defy orders if he didn’t think the person worth his time.

when it came to you? you could tell him to kill and he would.

(he probably had)

simon’s hips were twitching, back arching in a way he’d rather die than have anyone else know about. his mouth was hanging open beneath the balaclava, your name and a string of expletives falling off his tongue.

so quick you nearly missed it, the hand that was cradling his balls moved to grip the fabric of his shirt and push it up his toned front. you couldn’t call his abs cut and defined, there was aged layer to them, but they were undeniably there.

you’d rested your head on them, pressed your palms against them, even ridden them enough times to know they were there. regardless, he looked fucking perfect under the moon glow as he stroked himself hard and long.

eyes locked onto the camera, broken moans on his lips, you saw his hips lift one last time as thick spurts of cum began to paint his stomach and chest.

scars illuminated under the night sky, mirrored by shiny patches of hot cum splattered across the same stretch of skin. the hairs on his chest were matted with sweat and were now being splashed with how far he was shooting.

you could only watch with your mouth hung open as he tugged himself through his orgasm. soon it was only the sound of his laboured breathing, chest rising and falling as he tucked his soft cock back into his pants.

just when you thought that was it, you found one of his hands lifting up the edge of his balaclava till his lips were exposed. two fingers of his other hand swiped up some of his spend before he lay them on his tongue.

knuckles in your mouth, biting down to suppress a scream, simon readjusted his clothes as he stood and took a heavy step towards the camera.

one hand braced on the window sill, the other gently gripping himself through his trousers- his voice was so fucking gravely it could’ve reverberated round your room.

“what’s next sweet’art? you name it, it’s yours”