A Palestinian Journalist Pays Tribute To His Little Boy Who Was Just Murdered By 'Israel'.

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ANDREW GARFIELD LOOKS LIKE HAYDEN PASS IT ON (I mean, white boys with the same haircut- should I be shocked??)

I’m in the flowers building dollhouses

I think we can all agree that Owen Teague

I'm exposing my whore self but that's okay because her work is always really well written and you should check her out please🥺💖

Oh christ I've never done an ask before and I completely understand if you dont have time to write this.. but I just found your page recently and honestly got so lost I didnt realize it was 5am till the sun started shining and stuff- anyways!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a longer version of the Daddy Anakin with a innocence kink? The lil blurb you wrote was so good🥺💖

Hi sweetheart! I don’t really write long fics. Because I’m not good at it lol. BUT I thought I would write another little blurb for you.

You were sat on his lap on the couch in your shared apartment, watching some holovids. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other was gripping your thigh, his thumb running soft circles on the sensitive skin. It was distracting, and you knew that he knew what he was doing. It was subtle. But that didn't mean that it wasn't working you up.

When he pushes his hand just slightly between your thighs, you let out a breathy whimper. And when he lets his thumb brush over your covered slit, you can't help but squirm in his lap. He pushes harder against your clit, rubbing slow, but firm circles. "A-Ani..." He halts his movements for just a moment, letting out a deep chuckle when you raise your hips to chase the friction. "What is it, sweet girl?"

He grips your thigh to hold you in place once you start grinding down against him. "Please? P-please Ani?" He lets his hand trace over the waist band of your panties, pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. He lets out a quiet hum when you gasp, "You want me to keep touching you?" "Y-yes! please?" He places a sweet kiss to your cheek, pulling away to watch you carefully as he strips you of your underwear. He moves your legs to rest over his, spreading you open so he has access to your core. He runs his middle, and ring finger through your folds to gather your slick, hissing through his teeth. You let out a desperate whimper when he begins to circle your clit.

"I know, darling. I've got you." You let your head fall back to rest against his shoulder, turning your head so you can press a sloppy kiss to the skin on his neck. "F- thank y-you. Thank you so much Ani- it feels so good." Anakin shushes you quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple and he lets two of his fingers press into your entrance. He lays his free hand against your lower stomach to keep you from squirming when he sets a brutal pace with his fingers. Your hand shoots down to grip tightly at his wrist, not moving to pull it away, just to hold onto as you force yourself to keep your thighs spread.

His palm grinds deliciously against your clit, and it has you whining out desperately as you try to hold back your impending orgasm. He seems to take notice of this and curls his fingers up harder. "A-Ani I- Please-" Before you can finish your sentence our orgasm rips through your body. Your thighs clench tightly around Anakin's hand as he coos soft praises in your ear. "There's my girl. You're doing so good baby, look at you go."

He slows the pumping of his fingers, letting his palm grind against you softly until you let your thighs fall open again. He pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them of your juices. When he notices the tremble in your thighs and the tears staining your cheeks he lets out a soft sigh, wiping any stray tears off your skin and pressing a soft kiss against your lips before letting his hands rub soothing circles against your thighs.

You let out a soft whimper against his lips, pulling away to rest your head in the crook of his neck as you try to catch your breath. He lets his free hand trail beneath your shirt, stroking along your spine as he peppers kisses on your forehead and cheeks. When you whine out a soft "D-daddy?" his heart melts, and he pulls you in closer to him. "I know, baby. I know. You did so well for me."

My life purpose isn’t to “work.”

Your life purpose isn’t to “work.”

Disabled people especially should not be required to damage their health in order to be respected as a human being.

Welp. Found my new hero😗✌

I can say, with confidence, that I agree with this statement

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I've been to around 11 or 12 schools in my life, and every. Single. One. Has a fucked up dress code. Any slimmer girl wears revealing clothes, totally fine. But if a thicker girl wears the same damn thing, you get dress codes and this old-ass male teacher comes up to you and tells you to put a sweater on or call home. Its frustrating..

If youre fat all of the like fashion subcultures out there arent really accessible to you.