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arireynes · 9 months
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Thinking about being apart of a fearless pirate crew that finds all the creatures roaming the seas, and strikes deals, which, for the most part, they agree on, so long as they get what they want as well.
The sirens ask to tie us up, and sing and sing, watching us write and plead to get closer. They enjoy seeing us desperate and bound, craving them so. They'll work us to the edge, making us finish with cries before they reward us with our treasure.
The seamonster that picks us off the ship, rips our clothes with it's thick tentacles, and fucks us in the air. They never make it hurt too badly though, and they always make sure to do it where everyone else can see. They let us cross their waters after, sinking back under with promises of the same for our return trip.
The merfolk, who fuck us on the beach, half in the water. They laugh as we try to grip onto something, holding us in place easily, keeping us pinned as they get off. They'll grant us access to their home after, filling our lungs with magic with a kiss.
the selkies that coax us close, then change to their human form on our ship, joining our parties for the night. They take one of us to bed, but fuck us on the deck, as close to the water as possible, enjoying the way we gasp at being caught or seen.
And of course we have each other. Maybe we're a crew made up of different creatures. Perhaps the captain's an Incubus, and the reason we seem to lure the neediest of monsters to our ship.
But all of the crew love it, and we're eager to find out what's next.
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prettypupp · 2 years
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write your name on me after you used me
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turtletoria · 4 months
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Palestine will be free in our lifetime 🇵🇸🍉🕊️ Don't look away, and let's keep supporting Palestine in any way we can.
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titleofpersonage-p01 · 2 months
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redvelvetwishtree · 4 months
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headspace-hotel · 6 months
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Holy shit??
Don't stop talking about the Palestinian genocide. IT'S WORKING.
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"Elderly Palestinian couple looking at their former home, now occupied by a couple from Brooklyn. 🇵🇸" [@/RamAbdu on X. April 4th, 2024.]
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nezreblogz · 2 months
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Please stop seeing politics as an identity and start seeing it as a collective means for change
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dirtytransmasc · 7 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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arireynes · 1 year
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Thinking about being captain of a pirate ship where every member of the crew was handpicked by me.
They've all sworn loyalty to me and the ship, and being a part of my crew gives them certain perks they might not get on other ships.
The Quartermaster, who is in charge of so much was chosen for their sharp mind and quick thinking. But also for the way they easily fall to their knees when we're alone, knowing just what to say to beg me to have my way with them.
The Cabin Boy, who is a spoiled rich man who left his family to explore the seas. He's taken to following orders, especially when I tell him to bend over my bed. He's everyone's favorite because he obeys much better than when we first picked him up, and he moans so loud everyone knows when he's getting fucked.
The Helmsman--or woman, in this case--was chosen for her focus and calm mind in a crisis. But also because she's so observant and knows just how to please someone. When she has a break, I'll take her to my room, and let her touch me as she wants, thrilled when she remembers every place that makes me gasp.
The Navigator, who looks over maps all day, and goes to bed with inkstained clothes and ideas of new adventures. When I take her to bed, she touches me like a land to explore, fingers mapping my body, finding every inch, exploring like it's the first time.
The Medic, who I chose for his loyalty and quick thinking, his speed and caution in a pinch, and the way he obeys without question, his mind always on how to have the best results. When he isn't busy, I'll spread him out on my bed, and make him forget his worries. I'll fuck him on my fingers till he can't think, and make him remember how grateful we are for his skills.
My best trained swordsman is there to train others. He gets them to listen and understand so easily, and I love how challenging it is to get him to obey. When he's done especially well, I'll pull him in a spare room, push him against the wall, dare him to try and flip it. But he won't, because as much as he hates to admit it, he loves when I praise him and tell him how well he's done till he cums.
My First Mate is close to me, my most trusted crew member. He doesn't tell anyone that when we go to my room at night, it's me they hear. That he's the one forcing me to my knees, and pushing his cock in my mouth. That the reason my sleeves are long is to hide the indent of the rope he uses to tie my hands to the bed posts.
And if all of them are busy, the rest of the crew is more than willing.
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moonlayl · 12 days
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genuinelyshallow · 5 months
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In WWII, in 6 years, 67 journalists were killed
In the Vietnam war, in 20 years, 63 journalists were killed
In Gaza, in 70 days, 89 journalists were killed
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tomi4i · 3 months
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xgoldenlatiasx · 3 months
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I’m really glad that Aaron’s self-immolation for Palestine is getting attention, but on November 8th there was also a Congolese man who did the same thing for the genocide happening in the DRC. From what I read in the article above, his fate and identity are unknown but I think his story should be getting equal amount of traction and I haven’t really seen anyone talking about it on Tumblr specifically yet.
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leiandroid · 3 months
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"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.
as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.
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