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I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.

After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.

Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.

I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.

This seems a bit….derogatory.

I don’t think we watched/read the same thing…..

Maybe read my rules again bb <3

Hiii i saw your requests are open. So i have a little something. So, I've had this daydream about post-war levi, where he has a cozy little tea shop. The reader, who is a law student, goes there to study quite frequently. She basically went there for the ambiance and kept going for the owner, if you get me :p. So yeah, it is obvious to lev that she has a crush on him, and you know you know, they talk and all that and one thing leads to another. I hope this isn't too detailed. You can let out anything you're not comfortable with, of course. Lots of luvv ~~

bruh i seriously i have an issue with tumblr. they deleated my draft i had for this. BUT ANYWAYS HIIIIIII, you’re the first person to have a request everrrr! Im so happy someone finally submitted something! I hope this is something that you like, i wish i could’ve wrote more but i am busy with finals (fucking kms). I hope i can expand on this soon though:)

nothing nsfw for now but hopefully we’ll expand on that as well 😏 Also mind the grammar or errors of any kind, I am not an english major for a reason.

You sat in a chair at a small table against the window of the little tea shop in town. Your books scattered around the table, but with no actual work getting done though however. You’re attention was on the man behind the counter with his back facing towards you making a tea for a fellow customer.

This isnt isnt the first time you’ve been at the tea shop. You started coming just to study and enjoy a tea or two. Now you stay for a completely different reason, or well person. You couldn't help put stare at his defined back, his sleeves rolled to his forarms and hands moving with skill.

Unknown to you, Levi could feel your stare, and has been feeling them for months. He could feel you staring at him right now, he tries ignoring it but in the end he always turns around and makes brief eye contact with you. You quickly looked away, breaking the eye contact and pretend to work on whatever was in front of you.

You keep working, sort of, while stealing quick glances to the man. This goes on until it starts to get dark outside and you can tell the owner is starting to clean up the shop. He slowly finishes wiping down a table next to yours and you try not to stare by pretending to work. He slowly makes it to your table now and clears his throat looking at you.

You peek up through your eyelashes before he starts saying something.

“Miss, the shop is about to close.” He says softly, looking into your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll clean up and get out of your way.” You replied back to him, starting to pack up your stuff into the your satchel. He nods at you as a thanks, but not before setting something on the table. Confused, you pick it up.

‘come to the shop on Sunday, 6 o’clock’

You think for a second, wondering why you might have gotten this. Then your brain clicks, the shop is closed on Sundays. Heat starts to rise to your face as you look over to the man again, he’s back behind the counter, back to you cleaning tea cups. You grabbed your satchel and walk over to the counter, this time your the one to clear your throat.

“Um, can I ask you your name sir?” You ask him politely. He turns around, cup and rag in hand.

“It’s Levi.” He responds, while still cleaning the cup. You nod your head at his response, shifting on your feet nervously.

“Can I ask why you left this note Levi.” You prompt him, saying his name with a soft tone. This time he sets the tea cup down and leaning on the counter slightly.

“Well I was hoping I could see the pretty girl thats always in my shop, but on her own.” He replied with a bit of red on his cheek as well. You hum at his answer, thinking about what you’re going to respond with. After a moment of silence Levi opens his mouth,

“If you’re not comfortable-“

“Ok, Mr. Levi.” You interrupt him before he can get his full sentence out. He stares at you for a second and nods his head.

“Ok then, I’ll see you sunday then?” He clarifies.

“I’ll see you on Sunday Mr.Levi.” You smile at him, a small blush on your face. You turn around and start to walk out the door, the little bell atop it chiming when it’s opened. You turn your head over your shoulder one last time and wave at him. Levi gives a small smile back, hands returning to clean tea cups. Walking out with a blush and a smile on your face you have one little thing on your mind now, nothing related to school work.

You have a date this Sunday.

Cookinnnnnn

Will not apologize for the person I become this month.

I’d like to say for as many fans for Ino as the tiktok edits suggest the fanfics for this man is LACKIN

I’m taking a (somewhat) short break 🫶🏻

I’ve got about 4 weeks left for my semester at college and my professors are loading me up with work. I would love to write right now, but I’m just trying to not burn out with school work. I hope that you guys can understand.

In the meantime I hope that you guys can load up my requests, that way I can have plenty of stuff for you guys when I return!!! I know I don’t have a lot of followers but you guys mean so much to me so I love you guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

See you guys in a bit!

-Liv 🫶🏻

God I need someone like him PLEASE

joel miller is an ass man.

[nsfw. mdni. f!reader described as curvy. lil spank. ass play. oral (f receiving) implied. gif by the amazingly talented @perotovar. idk what this is but enjoy]

and he loves to fixate on yours. especially once the threshold of any uncertainty has been crossed in your relationship, and his growing affection can manifest physically. he’s a polite man; born and raised a southern gentleman, but he’s certainly handsy with what’s his.

when words can’t quite form, or when they’re unneeded, you’ll always feel the trace of his fingers at your lower back, or an impatient hand reaching for yours. and when he’s feeling bold, maybe a beer or two in him, that mischievous hand will always slide down and rest firmly over your backside. sometimes, he’ll even pull that slick move of sinking his fingers into your back pocket. makes it a little harder to get away (not that you’d want to). and when he’s almost certain no one’s looking, a little squeeze or two here and there, just to make sure you know he’s thinking about you, never hurt anybody. the feel of it in his palm is just too good; his personal little stress ball.

when the seasons start to change, he thinks he’ll absolutely lose his mind. because god forbid you wear one of those flimsy little sundresses. the ones that are always swaying around your pretty thighs, threatening to reveal something precious underneath, something he’s seen a thousand times before but he wants it now, and he’s huffy that he can’t have it. even worse, those fucking jeans. that very specific pair of devastating jeans that cling to your curvy hips and thighs as if they were stitched just for you. and he’s almost jealous. jealous that everyone else gets a peek of what’s his, and suddenly, that southern charm is lost to the kind of hunger he’s only known since you.

so when you’re home that evening, laying stomach down on your shared mattress, one of his t-shirts and your cotton panties the only thing keeping you from him, joel wastes very little time in his pursuits. he’s on you, an all-encompassing force from behind, bracketing his thighs around your legs and yanking up the t-shirt to eagerly grip both full cheeks.

“joel!” you squeal, startled, dropping the book you had been reading and snapping your head back towards him. the adorably surprised smile on your lips only riles him up more.

“nuh uh,” he tsks, shaking his head when your try to squirm away, giving a playful little spank to one side before he digs his fingers firmly into the soft flesh, admiring the way it squishes between them. “been waltzin’ around teasing me all fuckin’ day. need my fix.”

then, he’s yanking your panties down in an instant, spreading each meaty cheek apart until that pretty little puckered hole and your already leaking cunt are on display, dipping his head down, tongue wet and wanting for a taste. <3

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.