Activist judge. From Texas.
No science involved. No medical expertise. No women involved in decision.
Federalist Society strikes again. Where are the State's Rights? What about settled law?
Men deciding health care for women is never a good idea.
Fudgy Brownie Cookies
Recipe source: Marsha’s Baking Addiction
I 💖 reindeer 🔔🦌🎀
Wanda: Y/n/n, why does Thor think your room is haunted?
*Nat looks at her wife confused*
Y/n: uhm, well... *mumbles* god you're gonna kill me for this...
Nat, raising a brow: what did you do?
Y/n: i uh- i accidentally vaped in front of him but he only saw the smoke and goes "what was that?" i panicked and immediately said "no way, you saw that too?"
*Nat trying to hold back her smile*
Wanda to Y/n: you're smoking again? *then looks at Nat*
*Y/n looking down*
Nat exaggerated: *gasps* Y/n/n, you're smoking again?
Wanda to Nat: you already knew didn't you?
Nat: well technically she stopped smoking... cigarettes.
Y/n: c'mon Wanda, i'm older than you i shouldn't be afraid of you.
Y/n to Nat: wait, you knew?
*Wanda raising her brow and tilts her head*
Y/n running behind her wife: okay, okay! i'm sorryy! i'll try to stop.
Nat: really? you're hiding behind me when you're the one who has powers like your sister?
Wanda: you and Pietro are older only by a few minutes! and i'm just looking after your health! and you, *points at Nat* you're just tolerating her?
Nat: no, she didn't know i know. i was just waiting for her to tell me herself. *now looking at her wife* did you really think i wouldn't be able to find your vape and i couldn't smell you?
Y/n: i'm sorry... i swear i'm trying to stop. it's just, i was stressed and overwhelmed and i don't smoke too often anymore, i promise.
Wanda sighing: fine i'll let this one slide. Natasha, i swear to god, if you don't look after my sister--
Nat: we'll talk about it i promise.
*Wanda nods leaves, Nat looks at Y/n*
Y/n: i'm sorry... *looks down and starts playing with her hands* i didn't want to disappoint you.
Nat sighing, going over to Y/n and hugging her: it's okay detka, i understand... but your sister's right you know? and you know you can always come to me whenever you're feeling like that, right?
Y/n: i know... i just didn't want to disturb you or annoy you or anything and--
Nat: Y/n/n... Y/n, look at me... *holds Y/n's face* you know you won't, alright? i don't know where this is all coming from, but when you're ready to talk about it, i'm here, okay? i'm your wife, Y/n/n. i want you to be able to come to me whenever you feel this way. i love you so much and nothing can ever change that.
Y/n nodding, on the verge of tears: i know, i'm sorry... i love you too, so much. *hugs Nat back*
Nat: shh, it's okay, love. you don't have to apologize. i'm here... i'm here. *pulls Y/n closer to her, rubs her back and kisses her on the top of her head.*
(A/N: y'all istg, this was supposed to be short and funny idk how it got to this. i think my emotions are spilling a little😭)
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“Sure, no, just let me grab a quick self–” Marissa’s voice locked up mid-word and mid-sentence, her eyes freezing in helpless fascination on her phone as her thumb tapped the wrong icon and the screen exploded into a whirling tunnel of light that captivated her gaze and numbed her body into blank, helpless immobility. She didn’t so much as move a muscle as her friend Ximena walked over to her, cautiously tapping her forehead first before reaching down and giving Marissa’s ample breasts a possessive squeeze. Marissa didn’t react. She didn’t respond. She didn’t give even the slightest sign that she recognized the passage of time. And her friend’s lips slowly spread into a wide, wicked smile.
“That’s a good girl,” Ximena purred, tugging down Marissa’s leggings to reveal a pair of lavender panties that contrasted beautifully with the mesmerized woman’s tawny thighs. “That’s a nice deep slavegirl for your Mistress. You’re doing so well, Marissa, absorbing all my words and putting them down, down, down into the back of your mind where all your programming sits. You have to take a selfie before we head out for girl’s night, don’t you? It’s so important, you can’t possibly skip it. And your thumb always slips to that other button, the one that makes your mind and your body freeze for me.” The panties slid down as well, revealing a dripping cunt concealed behind a downy thatch of brown curly pubic hair.
“And what happens after that, lover, you don’t need to remember.” Ximena’s hands posed Marissa’s body, widening her stance as far as it would go and exposing her pussy even more to the dominant woman’s touch. “You don’t want to remember, not when it feels so very good to drift in pleasure and switch off every last thought for Mistress.” Ximena’s terra cotta fingers sank deep into Marissa’s cunt, finding the swollen nub of Marissa’s clit and rubbing it until the mesmerized slave’s breath came in rapid, panting gasps of arousal. “All you remember is that we had a good night out and you enjoyed yourself. Everything else slips away and slides off and you don’t even try to think about it, the same way you don’t think about anything else I’m telling you.”
Marissa still didn’t move, her face frozen in that same expectant expression, but Ximena could feel the muscles clenching and squeezing involuntarily around her exploring fingers. “You don’t think because you can’t think. Your mind is frozen in the moment, lost in the pretty lights, and there’s nothing between my voice and your deepest self anymore. Everything I say is true because you can’t question it, because the narrative of your mind has stopped and I’m replacing it with my words. I am your thoughts now, Marissa, and everything you think, you know to be true. You know you’re an obedient slave. You know Ximena is always right. You know my suggestions are better than your own beliefs and you’re happy to agree with me in all things.” The clench of orgasm never stopped. Ximena’s wicked smile widened even further.
“In a moment, I’m going to unfreeze your body,” Ximena murmured, “but your mind will remain completely paralyzed. We’re going to go to the bedroom together, and you’re going to sink even deeper into the lights while I instruct you in all the best ways to pleasure my cunt. You might lose sight of the phone, you might even feel your eyes slipping shut, but the lights will remain inside your eyes until I dismiss them and tell you to wake. You understand, don’t you, good girl?” Marissa didn’t move, didn’t speak… but her squeezing cunt told Ximena everything she needed to know about the depths of her slave’s surrender.
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Can we please take a moment to talk about this man? He is not what you would look and say “He is a superhero.” He also doesn’t have any type of superpower, he don’t fly, or have super strength, or has the mutant gene. But he had a choice to do between what was right or wrong, and even though he knew if he didn’t do as Rumlow was asking Rumlow would kill him and just do it, he preferred not to do and die. Because he wanted to do what was the right thing to do.
First Kiss <3
Based on a fanfic based on a post I made! Give it a read it’s so cute!
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