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kusurrone · 23 days
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continuing stupid russiam meems if you dont midn
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"I choose BDSM Bible Makes My life Meaningful"
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"look son zis iz tatarstan gawd itz so biutiful"
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"to pet to kiss to squeeze to grab to slap to caress"
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gellavonhamster · 2 months
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I’m sorry for your friends in Russia. How are they now? Do you think it is possible to do something for the people who are dissidents and are at risks of being targeted by the governement?
Well, the general mood is dejected and angry. Some people are bringing flowers to the monuments to victims of Soviet-era political repressions or creating improvised memorials, which get promptly dismantled by the police. Some are just quietly grieving. Like I said, most people didn't even really like Navalny, but his death is proof that if even a popular public figure like him may be disposed of with no trouble (even if it was not assassination proper and his health actually failed him, it's still murder - he was kept in harsh conditions on purpose), then the great number of other political prisoners who aren't as well-known are at even more risk. (And right now, people in Russia are getting thrown in prison for basically anything - one man, I kid you not, was imprisoned because his daughter drew an anti-war drawing at school). Besides, the Russian opposition is already atomized as it is, with leftist politicians disconnected from ordinary people nearly as much as the current government, and most prominent activists having been arrested or forced to flee abroad. Navalny, for all his faults and those of his team, was one of the very few people still in Russia who could pass for some sort of leader. The only two other such people I can think of, Vladimir Kara-Murza and Ilya Yashin, are also in prison.
Regarding what can be done, OVD-Info is a human rights defense group that provides legal aid to anti-war protesters and other people persecuted for their political views. It is possible to support them through GlobalGiving. Also, in terms of spreading awareness, Mediazona is a good independent media reporting, among other things, on politically motivated court cases. Here's the link to the English version of their page.
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veradragonjedi · 4 months
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С НОВЫМ ГОДОМ, ГОСПОДА!!!!!!
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alchademia · 15 days
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what is w.rong with russian grammar
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nikadd · 1 year
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for anyone who watched goncharov and is interested in writing fic with your own OCs, just a note on russian naming conventions!! we don’t use first names as our middle names. instead we have patronyms which means you take your dad’s first name and add an -ovna or -evna for women and -ovich or -evich for men
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dmitrigirl · 9 months
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my psychiatrist just diagnosed me with 19th century russian literature character
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Thank you to @sleepnoises for making the original poll & for giving us the idea to to this :)
Sorry if we couldn’t get your favorite on here, we were limited to only 12 options (11 if you don’t include the “other” option).
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ohitslen · 10 months
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Kiss gun!
Based on this tweet!
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diabolicalrat · 10 months
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I lied I don’t like sex. Put your clothes back on. Let’s discuss Dostoevsky.
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suratan-zir · 10 days
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At first I got angry...but then noticed the usernames.
What is the probability that two users with stereotypical American male names + random numbers, who instantly reblog from each other, are real people? I say pretty darn low. Even though their blogs seem genuine at first glance, I think they are bots aimed specifically at the US audience. I think they either real people (=russian employees) or, most likely, AI. They would probably argue with you and hold the conversation pretty well if you tried to talk to them.
Be mindful people, we live in crazy times. Safer not to get into any arguments online, bots or not.
upd: I think it's the ukraineneedsairdefense tag attracted bots
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rosedom · 3 months
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i need childe, he literally makes me foam at the mouth 😞 i just know he has some sort of titty (wriothesley and diluc too!!) and I'd eat his ass so good 🙏🙏
he a family man right? Iim giving him a family alright 😚
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"an unnamed player has invited CHILDE to play . . . welcome home, sugar
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ⓘ THIS WORK IS FOR 18+ ONLY
✦ㅤㅤ top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!childe, he's a househusband, nipple play, rimming, anal fingering & sex, spouses !!, breeding kink, creampie .
imagine workin' hard and coming home to none other than childe, your husband, on the living room sofa . . . i'm a slut for househusband childe (tho, he's def more of a slut for you)
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
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Thinking about Childe spread out on your couch . . . He is, honest to god, such a tease. He's got his shirt on, of course, but the top buttons are undone, giving you quite the eyeful.
"Ajax." You shut the front door behind you with a click. "What're you up to?" you have to ask him, because it's Childe—it's your Ajax, your dearly beloved.
He smiles. "Nothin'."
"Nothin'?"
"Not a thing, dear." The mischievous little bastard, he is: always acting innocent, when the sprawl of his body across the sofa is anything but.
You say his name again, a quiet, "Ajax," forcing him to 'fess up. You watch the debate flicker across his pretty eyes—so simultaneously dull yet full of something akin to if not love, devotion—, but eventually, he acquiesces.
"I wanted to welcome you home, is all," he mutters, suddenly so uncharacteristically shy—telling you exactly how he feels, tonight.
Tonight, it seems, is going to be fun.
Fun for you, that is; it'll be nothing but absolute ruination for Ajax.
"So open for me," you murmur, you press into his sensitive skin. He cries out at the feeling of your lips brushing his perineum, your tongue dipping into his hole.
He can't help but whimper at the vibrations of your voice against such an intimate spot.
"Please," he says above you, his thighs tight around your head but not tight enough to obstruct his pretty, wrecked voice. You don't heed his pleas; rather, you tongue in deeper, pressing fingers into him next to it. You've got him so wet with your saliva, thick and beading off your tongue.
You lick and kiss and press, opening him up for you—so that when he'll sit on your cock, there'll be no pain, no sting.
Quite simply, you leave him open—open not just for your cock, but for your cum, too.
Then: God, gods, whatever—you don't quite know who to pray to if not Ajax himself, when you've switched places with the man, his holy body sat snug in your lap. He squirms and whines at you, tells you, "Get on with it," but his cock is hard n' leaking all over you.
You coo, "Be patient," looking up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches—you can feel it, his heaving chest presses against your cheek. Your quick grin, there and gone, is Ajax's only warning; because you tilt your face to the side and start to nip (hah) at his nipple.
Each bite is a gentle, teasing thing; each suck is sweet and tender, but makes Ajax's back arch into you all the same; and each lick is so soothing, a balm to his aching nipples.
"Mm—" he mumbles, quite eloquently.
So, "mm?" you mumble back around a mouthful of soft pink skin. He grumbles down at you, lost in the breathlessness of his voice.
You pull off his nipples with a quiet pop. "So," you begin, wrapping a hand around his neglected erection and delighting in the way his mouth drops open, kiss-bitten lips a striking red against his pale, flushed cheeks. "Gonna ride me, sugar?" Your other hand squeezes his hip; the cool metal of your wedding ring presses so perfectly into the divots of his skin, like he was made for you—made to marry you.
Ah, but it's hard to be sappy, you think, when you've got the heavy weight of your husband sinking onto your cock, lube-slick and achey, just like his own.
"Easy now," you have to whisper. Your husband is an overeager one, so quick to please; you think, then, that it is time you please him, in turn. "You feel so good on my cock, babe."
He'll adamantly deny it tomorrow, the way he whines and clenches around you at your words. "Please," he begs, too, another thing he'll so readily deny.
What he won't deny, however, is how much he wants a family—with you, especially.
"P-please," he begs, his arms wrapped tight around your neck as you've got his legs pressed to his chest, calves hooked over your back, "Breed me, please, wanna—" he hiccups here, a small, pitiful thing, "—wanna be full."
"Is my cock not filling you enough, baby?" He cries out at a particular thrust—tender but deep, budding up against the sensitive swell of his prostate. "How disappointing."
"No, no—!"
"What is it then, 'Jax?" You lean down and lick at his nipples, swollen and sensitive from your earlier teasing. Ajax whimpers, pressing your head further into him and seizing up around you—but he doesn't fall over the precipe, not just yet.
With a breathless whine, he begs, again, "Fill me up—your cum, please. Breed me—!"
Dear, dear Ajax: husband of yours, light of your life . . . man you so dearly wish to start a family with. Sure, you can't actually breed the guy, but hey—nobody said you couldn't pretend, no? Truly, how could you say no to a face like his, scrunched up and tear-stained and begging for your cum, for your seed to take?
"Oh, pretty," you coo, letting his nipple fall from your lips, simply breathless at the heady squeeze of him on your cock. "I'll fill you up, just like you want me to . . ." You pause, though, leaning up and cupping his face, the thrusts of your hips never ceasing. "'Til you're dripping with me."
'Til he's dripping, indeed. You thrust once, twice, and your hips stutter at Ajax's sweet whimpering moan when he cums, himself, untouched, spurting all over his belly.
"So good for me, baby," you blabber, thrusting to let him ride out his orgasm and to bring you to your own. He whimpers quietly, arms tight around your neck, and begs you for your cum, still. "'m gonna fill you up," you say, finally letting your own orgasm wash over you.
He whimpers, again, soft little sounds that make your orgasm ever harder, more intense. You shiver when your cock is spent, oversensitive, and you go to pull out—gently, slowly. A thick glob of cum dribbles past his tender hole, smearing across the head of your cock and his inner thighs.
It's not your fault that you gotta thumb the dripping cum right back into him. He'll mewl weakly, utterly spent, and now you've got a big lap of beefy house husband in your lap <;3
Childe's truly such a family man; you've surely given him that which he craves, already, simply by being holding his hand in marriage.
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anon . . . i want ur hand in marriage. i hope this fit ur vision <3!! diluc and wrio tiddy play in future fics . . .
'nd as for the other requests go: i'm getting there, i promise !!
JAN. 25, 2024. @rosedom, rosey .
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kusurrone · 1 month
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Dante in the forest:
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gellavonhamster · 11 months
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I just think that people not familiar with Russian pop music should not ever claim any popular band/singer is bad because they have no idea what "bad music" means. Imagine Dragons this, Ed Sheeran that. How about I put some Ruki Vverh or Filip Kirkorov on and then we'll talk
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transsexualism · 4 months
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alchademia · 15 days
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I'm so sleepy time to bring out the big guns (coffee) (which makes me more sleepy) (I have adhd)
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nikadd · 2 years
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the thing abt the "if you can pronounce dostoyevski, you can pronounce [name of a person of color]" argument is that. they can't actually pronounce dostoyevski
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