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blowjob? more like nojob! #unemployed
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Sihtric draped his leather jacket over your shoulders, and then covered your face with his spare helmet while you stared at his glossy black motorcycle right beside you. You glanced at his black leather boots as he zipped up his jacket on you, which was way too big for your figure, but he wasn't going to take any risks damaging your beautiful skin.
'Are you in a biker gang or something?' you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the helmet.
Sihtric laughed, then tilted your face up to his by tapping the chin of your helmet.
'No, angel,' he smiled, 'I'm not in a biker gang or something. Not everyone who owns a motorcycle is in a gang, you know?'
'Oh,' you breathed, and felt his warm fingers feather over your throat as he adjusted the chinstrap.
'Disappointed?' his lips tilted up as he raised a brow.
'Surprise is more like it,' you mumbled.
Sihtric chuckled and shook his head lightly before he closed the visor on your helmet. 'You ladies read too many books,' he said, and then swung one leg over his bike and pushed it off its standard. He cocked his head to the empty space behind him as he put on his own helmet. 'Get over here,' he said, and when you were seated he took your hands and placed them on his torso, 'hold on tight, yeah? And if you want me to slow down, give me a few taps.'
'Okay,' you agreed.
'I can't promise I'll slow down though,' Sihtric said as he looked back over his shoulder.
You couldn't see his face as his black helmet hid it from view, but you were sure he was smirking.
'Where are you taking me to?' you asked before he revved the engine so loudly you felt it vibrate through your whole body.
'I haven't decided yet, angel.
Full fic coming soon.
CAN'T WAIT TO READ THIS DNDNDNDJJSJSNDNDKDNDJDJDJJDNDNDJENDJDMDN
matt just fired half the remaining tumblr support staff lmao
from my sources adjacent to tumblr--from which i can spread rumors and insider information freely because i dont give a fuck about ever working in the tech sector--im hearing this round of firings was focused on purging the senior staff, and not just from support but from the entire remaining tumblr workforce. i'm hearing there are about 25 people left.
This is important, people. Please don't scroll past this one.
While I don't think that Tumblr is about to shut down anytime soon, as a fandom old who lost my community and my people when the fandom diaspora happened from LiveJournal, I want to urge that you do something NOW:
I mean this with all my heart. Get this done now. Get set up and find your people now. Tumblr is the home of fandom now, just as LiveJournal was the home of fandom way back. And you could end up losing your fandom home just as easily and quickly as us old LJ people did way back then.
It's a horrible feeling, and most old LJ users still mourn the loss of it to this day.
The rest of this gets a bit long, so it needs to go behind a cut, but please take a moment out of your scrolling to read it.
𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒 as 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂
The Last Kingdom. Season 2, Episode 6.
E mentre i giornali colpevolizzano ancora una volta la vittima, accusando di non aver denunciato, di aver sottovalutato il problema, nemmeno il tempo di piangerne una, viene ammazzata un'altra donna, trovata addirittura dentro una valigia. E siamo sempre lì, a parlare di scatti di ira, di gelosia, di raptus, quando è più intrinseco di così, quando il famoso patriarcato che è stato nominato così tante volte da risultare antipatico, ancora una volta fa una vittima. Una vittima che verrà ricordata solo per essere stata ammazzata e per non esser stata "prudente". Ancora una volta tante parole e pochi fatti. Iniziamo a essere alleati partendo dalle piccole cose, come zittire quell'amico che fa un commento sessista, come rispondere a modo a un tizio nell'autobus che fa cat calling. Iniziamo a dare importanza alle parole e alle azioni. Iniziamo a essere determinanti con l'esempio, a educare i figli in modo che sappiano cos'è il consenso e il rispetto. Spieghiamo loro ogni cosa, spieghiamo loro che noi stiamo sbagliando e sbaglieremo ancora, ma diamo loro la possibilità di avere la consapevolezza di poter cambiare le cose, iniziando noi a cambiarle. Insegniamo ai nostri figli a essere: umani. E mentre quel papà dice alla figlia di non mettere quel vestito, e quel tizio ti guarda pensando che tu sia una puttana e mentre il mondo ti sessualizza, ti vuole possedere, vuole il potere, ne muore un'altra. Viene ammazzata un'altra donna e fa male, fa male sapere che quella donna morirà due volte perché verrà ricordata come un pezzo di carne fatto a pezzi, dentro una valigia, perché non ha denunciato, perché a detta loro, ha sottovalutato il problema.
Arnas Fedaravičius for Odda Magazine