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When people say "defund the police is too scary" ask them how scary this graphic is and ask if the funding police get correlates to the conditions in the city or if that same money would be better off reallocated to... Let's say a fucking library

Big shout out to the coalition of Catholic nuns who just told the US bishops to stop being transphobic.

“As members of the body of Christ, we cannot be whole without the full inclusion of transgender, nonbinary, and gender-expansive individuals,” the letter reads. It goes on to argue that “we will remain oppressors until we — as vowed Catholic religious — acknowledge the existence of LGBTQ+ people in our own congregations. We seek to cultivate a faith community where all, especially our transgender, nonbinary, and gender-expansive siblings, experience a deep belonging.”

The letter also states transgender people are “experiencing harm and erasure” in various ways, listing daily discrimination, a groundswell of state-level legislation aimed at LGBTQ rights and “harmful rhetoric from some Christian institutions and their leaders, including the Catholic Church.”

Read about it here

(another) Thing that annoys me about the Cap movies: 

We never got to see the scene where Steve & Co found out about the torture and mind-control used on Bucky. 

Because that should’ve been super important!

It would have vindicated Steve’s faith in him, proved Bucky’s victimhood and innocence, and turned Nat and Sam 100% around on whether or not Bucky was worth helping (whether or not it was worth them apparently wasting years of their lives helping Steve to find him). 

They’re supposed to have been: 

A) hunting down the remains of Hydra for years, 

B) familiarising themselves with all the Hydra info Nat dumped at the end of of CATWS, and 

C) hunting for Bucky-related information specifically amongst all that. 

Meaning they absolutely cannot have avoided finding, for example, all the places Bucky was tortured in, the specialised enhanced torture equipment (impossible to mistake for that used on a non-supersoldier), cells he was held in, all the specialised physical restraints, tailored for an enhanced person with a cyborg arm, documentation of his torture, witness testimony from surviving Hydra mooks at the Triskelion, etc., and seeing it firsthand. 

And for some of that time, they know Hydra had access to a magic mind-control stick, courtesy of Loki, and an enhanced person who can control minds (Wanda). 

So even if Steve didn’t find evidence of Bucky’s mind-control early on in his search, he and Natasha definitely do know that mind-control is possible (especially Natasha, given her roots in the Red Room and the fact that her bff was mind-controlled.)

Even if you ignored Nat and Sam’s personal backstories, which preclude both of them from being dismissive of a victim (a veteran who suffered a fall, a mind-controlled Russian ‘assassin’), it doesn’t make sense for Nat and Sam to still be trying to suggest Steve step back from helping Bucky, the way they do in CW. 

They cannot still be ignorant of what was done to Bucky, when they have been specifically investigating what was done to Bucky, and all that information has to have been impossible for them to avoid! 

Instead of which, the movie just skips right over the reveal to Steve and Sam of the mind control (going straight from ‘scene of mind-control’ to ‘scene of Steve being skeptical (which he shouldn’t and wouldn’t be)’ to ‘scene of talking about trigger words already’). Casually implying that either Steve and Sam already knew about it, or that Bucky has just explained it to them… 

But only off-camera. 

And yet, Sam is still salty and scornful of Bucky’s innocence (even when they have just seen mind-control happening, Bucky is suffering amnesia of WS acts in front of him, apparently just told him about mind-control, and then proves that he has his pre-war memories). 

So they imply the content of skipped scenes but then have characters act in ways that are… irrational, given the skipped content?? 

Makes no damn sense! 

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😭)

domestic steve

Selfied

“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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Happy International Asexuality Day!

(Image Description: a gray square with black and gray text that says "International Asexuality Day", below that is a rainbow in the colors of the Asexual pride flag inside a light gray abstract shape with the date "April 6th".)

Happy International Asexuality day from Ace the dragon.

Laura's Magical Kisses

Laura really did have the most enchanting lips. They were so soft, so warm, and the perfect shade of rosy pink to entice Gena back to them again and again and again until she felt practically dizzy with arousal. Every time she thought she could pull away, every time she thought she could clear the erotic fog out of her head they seduced her into, Gena leaned back ever so slightly and saw them teasing her with that Cupid’s bow and she lost herself in yet another deep, soulful kiss. And the world once again slipped away into peace and pleasure and she forgot everything but her lover’s beautiful mouth.

Even when she knew there were things she should be focusing on, they always seemed distant and irrelevant compared to the warmth of those magical kisses. They were supposed to be studying, after all, and the midterm was less than a week away… but Gena’s eyes resolutely refused to open, and her thoughts didn’t want to drag themselves free of the scent and taste of Laura’s gorgeous lips. They kept Gena in a state of distraction so sensual and erotic all their own that she barely noticed Laura pulling up Gena’s top so her heavy tits dangled and swayed with every motion… motion? That, that was… motion?

It was only when she really tried to put her sluggish brain to work that Gena realized just how little hyperbole lay behind her daydreams of Laura’s mesmerizing lips. Every time she tried to break down the tangle of emotion and sensation that wrapped her up and held her and left her dazed and befuddled and utterly stupefied with lust, Gena found herself once again focusing on the sensual beauty of those enchanting kisses. The rocking motion of her body, the vague and distant memories of a door opening and closing, the hand resting on the small of her back, it all blended together into confusion and Gena couldn’t separate it all out. It was simply pleasure, intense and overwhelming, and Laura’s mouth exemplified that pleasure so completely that Gena couldn’t think about anything else.

Slowly, though, and with a titanic effort, Gena managed to pick out a few details. Laura’s soft, soothing caresses on her shoulders, each one easing her back down into the erotic reverie that began and ended with those perfect lips. A feeling of restraint, as though something–maybe her own bunched and tangled panties–was confining her legs as she crouched on all fours. Low, masculine grunts, each one timed to the sensation of a well-lubed shaft penetrating Gena’s slick and hungry ass. That one stirred up memories of a finger smearing something over and around and inside her anus, loosening it while Gena drifted in endless distraction and kissed herself into blissful oblivion. Was… was she getting butt-fucked without even noticing? Was that even possible? Gena tried to open her eyes and look.

But then Laura kissed her again, and Gena’s resolve melted into slick, dripping lust against those soft pink lips. She didn’t need to think about what was happening behind her. She didn’t need to tear herself away from that perfect embrace. She could keep kissing and let it all simply fade away… and the last tiny little speck thought Gena summoned up before her mind went joyously blank was that this wasn’t the first time she’d struggled and failed to free herself from Laura’s trance. And it absolutely wouldn’t be the last.

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Being a homophobe can be hard sometimes…

Again based on my own LGBallT-comic, as well as various comments I have seen around the internet… yes including that being a lesbian is a turn-off for guys…

Redid an old LGBallT comic of mine with my own characters.

I did not steal from myself. I asked myself and I said it was okay. 

Someone on Discord said Ace deserved garlic bread…they are absolutely right.

…man now I want garlic bread… 

Happy Ace Year.

Maybe I’ll actually post more on this blog this year… here’s to hoping. 

Cissy's Mom Tames a Tease

“Someone’s been such a naughty little tease, haven’t they?” The words took Kendra by almost as much surprise as the fingers; she recognized the voice, of course, it was Cissy’s mom, but she’d never heard the older woman’s tones filled with so much power and confidence and carefully controlled lust. “Walking around my house in nothing but her underwear all the time, acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she bends over and shows off the outline of her pretty pink pussy through her panties. Well, I knew what you were doing, my darling girl. And I knew you were just waiting for someone to tame that hot little body of yours. Just like this.” She pressed a little harder over Kendra’s clit, causing a surge of pleasure to go off in the brunette’s head like fireworks.

Cissy’s mom followed it up by swiftly and neatly undoing Kendra’s bra with her free hand, exposing the slightly paler flesh of her breasts and contrasting her suntanned body, then stepping in until they were pressed tightly against each other and kissing Kendra’s neck right at the hollow of her jawline. “It won’t take more than a few moments, really,” the older woman murmured between nuzzling caresses, her lips constantly finding new spots to tease and tickle while her fingers continued their relentless stimulation. “You’re such a horny little girl, so weak and wet and needy for more, and all you really need is permission to sink into the pleasure and let your mind shut down and allow your pussy to do the thinking for you. Your pussy knows what it wants. Your pretty titties know what they want. You’re the only one who’s confused.” The other hand began to squeeze and pinch Kendra’s nipples, and she gasped in hot, tingling arousal.

This wasn’t what she’d expected when she agreed to spend Spring Break with Cissy at her mom’s house in Mendocino instead of joining the crowd down in Daytona. Kendra thought that she and Cissy would wind up getting together, spending their days sunbathing topless and their nights in the same bed. But it turned out that Cissy genuinely only saw her as a friend, and furthermore that she was there to reconnect with some old boyfriend who was happy to explore what college had made of the leggy blonde. Kendra barely saw her after the first day… but she saw a lot of Cissy’s divorced, independently wealthy mom. And apparently Cissy’s mom saw her, too. “Confused minds stop thinking, don’t they, pretty girl?” the older woman asked, and Kendra’s head lolled up and down in thoughtless acquiescence.

“Good girl,” the seductive voice purred, a pleasant contralto that tickled Kendra’s neck with every panting breath. “I’m going to keep rubbing you just a little while longer, just enough to make sure you don’t have a single thought left in that pretty, empty head of yours. And then I’m going to bring you into my bedroom and I’m going to throw you onto my bed and I’m going to tonguefuck that wet, horny pussy of yours until you see stars. Do you understand, little girl?” Kendra nodded. “Do you want that?” She nodded again. “Do you want to be a hot, needy slut for Mistress?” Another nod, the sense of amiable acceptance daisy-chaining from one agreement to the next until Kendra couldn’t even remember what she was saying yes to. She only knew she wanted it all, she’d never been touched like this by any of the boys or girls on campus, and her mind finally collapsed into perfect obedience as she shuddered in the first of many climaxes for her new owner.

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Molly's Recurring Wet Dream

I, um, wha, whazz… izzat you, Renee?

“No, sweetie. It’s just another one of your sexy dreams. You remember your sexy dreams, don’t you? You’re always lying in bed, just like you are now, so groggy and sleepy that you can’t really move a muscle because….”

Because I’ve been… hypnotized….

“That’s right! Good girl! Because you’ve been hypnotized. That always makes so much sense in your dreams, even though the waking Molly knows she’s too smart and too strong to ever go into a deep hypnotic trance for me. It’s only in these silly, sexy dreams that you realize you’re so weak that all I had to do was whisper a single word, and your fuzzy little mind decided to go to bed early for me. You remember it all now, don’t you?”

Uh huh. S'not real, though. S'just a dream….

“Of course it is, honey doll. It’s all just a dream, and that’s why it doesn’t startle you when I come in and lie on the bed next to you without any clothes on. If you were awake, if you could open those heavy, sleepy eyes and really look at me, you’d be surprised… but because you know I’m not really here and I’m not really touching myself while I stare at your perky titties, you can just relax and enjoy this sexy dream. Isn’t that right?”

S-sexy dream?

“Oh, yes. It’s very sexy. Every time I pause, you can hear my fingers sloshing and squishing inside my soaking cunt. Every time you inhale, you can smell the scent of pussy getting stronger and stronger. It’s turning you on so much… and because it’s all just a dream, because it’s not really happening and there aren’t any consequences, you don’t have to resist those sexy feelings, do you? You can dream about your fingers creeping down between your legs and rubbing through your panties, making yourself wetter and wetter as you imagine me masturbating right beside you. It’s so hot, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

H-hot, I… y-yes, hot….

“And because it’s so hot, you can imagine a little bit of your straightness melting away every time you have this sexy dream. You can picture your rubbing fingers teasing away a little bit more of your resistance, making you a little bit more gay for me each time you fantasize about being hypnotized into my weak, horny lesbian slut, and when you wake up you’ll feel so good and happy you won’t even need to remember it. Isn’t that right?”

Unh, unh, uh huhhh!

“Until the day all that resistance is gone for good. Until the day you decide to seduce me, all on your own, without even knowing why. That’s when I’m going to make that pretty pussy cum so hard, sweetie pie. That’s when I’ll show you all the wonderful things you’ve been dreaming about.”

Y-yes, Mistress….

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Sleepy AA bros

Source: Happy Kanako’s Killer Life Shiawase Kanako no Koroshiya Seikatsu 幸せカナコの殺し屋生活

by Toshiya Wakabayashi

Wanted to make myself a cute Asexual pride sticker. I really liked how it turned out so I’ll probably make an Aromantic one next!

Bacon tortellini Alfredo recipe (30 minutes!)

Poison Ivy #9 (2023)

written by G. Willow Wilson art by Marcio Takara & Arif Prianto

50 posts!

As an Ace person myself? I felt this in my very soul. 🤣

thats it thats the game

here he comes!!