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@cathynstuff

do you always come here? *wink* | she/her | a centenary vampire | if you saw me here no, you didn't.

I feel like ppl get bogged down in semantics so let me make it real simple for you. A zionist is someone who supports the state of Israel. Zionism is the belief that a Jewish ethnostate called Israel should be developed in the Levant region (Palestine and Lebanon and Syria) regardless of the existence of Palestine, Syria and Lebanon and their people. When any pro-Palestine person says someone is a Zionist, that's not a synonym for Jewish, nor is another word for "person I don't like". When we call someone a zionist it's because they support the existence of Israel as a colony. And just so we're clear: it does not matter if a zionist says they're sad about Palestinian suffering or they want to "live in peace" with Palestinians because as long as they support the existence of a colonial ethnostate called Israel then they're still doing Zionism. If I came to your house and just started living there and tried to starve you out and torture you so you would leave your house, it wouldn't matter that I felt "sorry" for you because I'm the reason you're suffering at all. That's why when you try and say "well, Neil Druckman says he wants the war to stop" that doesn't matter. He's still a zionist. He still wants Israel to exist as a colonial state which will always be at the expense of Palestinians. Do not fall for liberal Zionists. Get it in your fucking head that there's no "progressive" Zionism because there's no "progressive" way to support a state that necessitates the elimination of whole peoples.

Today all I can think about is how badly I wish I had kissed her at least once. And she will never know the soft things I wrote about her. Or that she's the first person I ever fell in love with.

Kinda wish we had gotten closer at a more stable period of my life. Maybe it would've worked then. And we would've danced together in her kitchen while I made us pizza from scratch - she said she can't dance, I told her I'd teach her.

But we're still friends and I know the girl she's dating now is better for her than I could've been. The fact that this new girl likely can get out of her own bed most days of the week surely puts her miles and miles ahead of me.

So it was for the better and it was my decision, because I knew she deserves more than what I can currently give her. Most of the time I can only get through the day, but for her that was fine, because she's good and kind. Because she was falling in love with me as well.

Stings a bit, though, my heart is still a bit scabbed. I guess it will be okay someday.

I used to listen to fleetwood mac's "love in store" with a stupid smile on my face and a skip in my step. It was because of her. And it's because of her I am now writing this listening to "do you know", also by fleetwood mac.

It's only fitting, right?

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"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

Tumblr is not going down because the radioactive digital footprint we left on this app will take millions of years to decay. Our great-grandchildren will watch in horror the unhinged things we said here.

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Right Here, Right Now

Summary: You wake up Joel in the middle of the night for a quickie. Nonbinary, genderfluid afab reader.

CW: MDNI 18+ only. Sex. Nonbinary, genderfluid afab reader. No gender-based anatomical references. No pronouns. One use of “her” to describe what reader is not. “Chest” is used as a gender-neutral anatomical term to reference the general area of the body; not to signal the identity of the reader. Mild body dysmorphia that Joel respects and works around. Lots of tender loving support from Joel for reader’s identity.

A/N: I haven’t felt at home in my body since I was 10. I’ve never told anyone before, that I’m nonbinary and genderfluid, because I’ve been bullied enough for being bi/pan to last a lifetime. But I’m tired of shrinking myself to be more palatable and less likely to be harassed. This is my first fic representing my full self; the parts of me that I keep from the world. Please let me know if I need to add any tags, or if anything in here makes my fellow nonbinary/genderfluid readers uncomfortable. I know we all feel a little differently about these things, but I want to accommodate where I can.

Word count: 1300

“Shit, Joel. I need you to fuck me so hard, right now,” you practically whined as you shook Joel awake.

He rolled over towards you with a sleepy, groggy half-smile. He opens one eye to look at you. “Good morning to you too.” He looked past you and saw “3:24AM” on the alarm clock.

He reaches out and cups your face. His thumb brushes your cheek. “You know, we usually sleep in on Saturdays,” he teases.

He moves to get on top of you, while you scoot down to lay flat beneath him, fuckin stoked that he’s so willing to fuck you in the middle of the night. His hand comes up to rest on the crown of your head as he settles his weight on top of you. The pressure of his body on yours satiates you; calming your need for him to be close; closer. If only he could crawl inside you and stay there.

Damn, this was amazing and hoot!!! It's also so beautiful, thanks for sharing, Lis <3

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WIP WEDNESDAY

here is a snippet from the upcoming chapter of Hungry Man, you silly sluts!

Chapter Two: God The Animal

Chapter Summary: “…made me think about what it would be like if God the animal bit me with his razor-sharp fangs. God has huge poisonous fangs and he loves to bite people who follow the rules. If you follow the rules, God's going to kill you with his long teeth ; and I love knowing that.”

warnings/tags: smut, overstim, extreme dub con, coercion, lying, dubious ethics- more to be added

Mama Beth, you are mothering. Thank you for doing all of this for us while having so much on your back (my sanity and emotional well-being, for example) being a single mom who works two jobs who loves her kids and never stops with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter... you're an icon, you're a legend and you are the moment. This will keep me alive till friday 🙌🙌

Started reading "my year of rest and relaxation" by otessa moshfegh. A story about a young promising woman seeing her life sink into nothingness because of depression and the nagging feeling of detachment from the world? Sounds like me!

Took me around 20 pages to find out I am not white enough to relate. Funny.

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