The US Economy Genuinely Might Collapse Within A Week. Lol

Quietly losing my mind over the fact that Elon Musk has straight up orchestrated a coup of our executive branch and like....I don't even know what, if any, system we have in place to fix this. Like... He's just taken control of the money and locked out the actual appointed officials. What the fuck.

SUKUNA FIC RECS // mdni!

cursed promises - @/madamechrissy

I’ll make you miss me - @/hiraethwrote

puff, puff, ass! - @/screampied

baby yuji and sukuna masterlist - @/sukunas-wife

shameless - @/nanaslutt

true form sukuna - @/nanaslutt

use your words - @/gumii-bearr

porn star sukuna - @/webism

maybe I’m the problem - @/screampied

best friend sukuna - @/kamitv

sit still - @/madamechrissy

well are you mine? - @/madamechrissy (this one is SO good)

1:03 am: first kiss - @/reignpage

love and company - @/starmapz

like a queen! - @/classyrbf

play with me instead - @/bratbby333

in the heat of the battle - @/glystenangel

(tongue) tied - @/starmapz

unwavering - @/cinnamorollcrybaby

2:35am: late night cravings - @/reignpage

me and the devil - @/yenayaps

no heater - @/euthymiya

servant duties - @/classyrbf

oh my - @/tonycries

strip club owner sukuna - @/madamechrissy

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

really enjoying all the videos Muslims have been posting of their cats looking like this

when the humans are up at 4 am for suhoor

Iwaizumi finds himself looking at you, puzzled at the way you shy away from his touch. He doesn’t quite get it. But he doesn’t want to push. Hajime does what he knows how to do best; talks it out. Or he tries really hard to. Ever since he’s been more comfortable around you, his arms often swing behind your shoulders and his hands usually are intertwined with yours but he hasn’t stopped to notice that you don’t openly accept his touches.

“Honey, stop.” His tone far from harsh but it still manages to stop you dead in your tracks. You turn to see him, finding your lover standing a couple feet away from you, his arms unoccupied, flinching with the itch for wanting to hold you.

“Hi? Is something wrong?” Regardless of how it may seem, Hajime is not good with his words. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times only for hopeless croaks to escape his throat. He looks, sad. So, so sad. His arms are being brought up, holding out as if he is collecting a reward, well in this case the reward would be to hold you longer.

“Can you come here, please?” Oddly enough you don’t protest, you don’t try to question him. Instead you step towards him as if someone has possessed you, Hajime looks relieved, he doesn’t have to fight for it. Even though, we all know that he would. “Can you, can I — can you let me hold you, please?” Oh. Yeah. You think. It still doesn’t occur to you that Hajime caught onto the way you shorten every hug, halt every kiss before it gets too deep, shake your hand away from his grasp. Physical touch makes you feel queasy, and it is oh so unpleasant. The direct linkage of physical touch to sex makes you uncomfortable, feeling like each touch has to be accompanied by sexual intimacy. Why does it have to be like that?

Once the distance between you decreases he quickly pulls you close, wraps his arms around your torso tightly. Afraid of losing you.

“D-don’t pull away just yet, okay?” You stay, without saying a word. Hajime doesn’t say much either, it doesn’t take long for your breathing to sync with one another. It was peaceful, tranquil. His hand instinctively travels lower towards your waist, and just like clockwork, you pull away, resisting the strength of his arms. You should have known by now that Hajime can rage storms with his eyes but shut them down just as fast with the way his arms bring so much peace.

“Why?” He asks. This isn’t a normal look for Hajime, he looks like he is on the brink of tears. And you feel yours begin to pour. He doesn’t deserve this. You don’t get to treat him like this. Poor boy just wants to show you what genuine touch feels like and you refuse to give him a chance. “Why can’t I touch you? Why can’t I hold you?” He feels so bad. Hajime tries to rethink about all the things he might have done that led you to feeling unbearable being held by him.

Resolve crumbling at your feet. Physical touch is his way of expressing his love, it’s always something that has always bring him comfort, stability, it has grounded him in many situations. He wants to feel close to you, but he has never felt so far away. It feels like a part of himself is always missing, hiding within you. This is cruel. This is isolating.

Without saying much you crouch to reach him, arms wrapping his shoulders, snuggling your head in his neck, situating in its rightful place. You two don’t share much words in this moment, not much is needed to be said anyway. The way he’s breaking down, longing so badly for the touch of his beloved, so much it hurts. The way his neurons fire, sending chills down his back and the way his skin heats up at the moment you make contact. You hold him and you don’t let go. You stay until you both are spent from the tears you shed. “I’ll hold you like this forever if I could, Haji, I’m sorry.” You believe that you finally get it now. Physical touch doesn’t have to feel evil, it can feel just like this. His hands find your torso again, timid, but he’s willing to try. he sighs into your touch, so relieved to be reconnected with the part of himself he once relinquished to you.

Keep the people around you in the US safe

You know trans people? No you don't.

You know queer people? No you don't.

You know immigrants? No you don't.

You know people who are pregnant? No you don't.

You know people who are trying to get pregnant? No you don't.

You know someone on their period? No you don't.

You know people who have any other religion than Christianity? No you don't.

You know people who aren't religious?

You know people who voted blue? No you don't.

You know disabled people? No you don't.

You know someone who had an abortion? No you don't.

You know someone who was/is at a protest? No you don't.

Be safe on the internet. Especially on sites owned by Trump's friends and allies.

And if you have to, keep yourself safe. Check your social media. Delete posts that can get you or people you know into trouble.

Do NOT keep track of your period in a traceable way. Whether its on paper or digitally.

Talking about politics can be turned dangerous. Be aware who and where you talk.

Be aware of devices like phones keeping track of you. A lot of new cars keep track of where you're going. If things like the FBI are no longer independent, this will get dangerous. Even pictures are traceable.

If you have to go somewhere that will now be dangerous if someone knows, do not bring smart devices. If you need a phone on you in case you need to call for help: old phones or burner phones.

Stay safe. Keep your family and friends safe.

VAMP!JJK FIC RECS

let's just say i have a thing for bite marks and blood-sucking creatures... requested by anon ^w^ will be adding to the list as i scavenge for more. mdni, nsfw included.

gojo creature of myth - gojorgeous vampire lord!gojo x vampire bride!reader hcs - fatalfairies beatuy of the undead - carbondioxidewater vampire!gojo - rottiens bite of the night - itadorey self-imprisonment - noroi1000 just give me a taste - harunovella haunting you - tonycries love at first bite - lostfracturess vampire!gojo - lostfracturess vampire!satosugu - lotusatoru consequential - bloobberrries

geto crimson roses - dearestgojo vampire!satosugu - lotusatoru

nanami sweets - novasdarling tailor made - ghoultramp ditched dates - rinrinx2 deliverance - pseudowho

megumi scarlet - sukirichi

yuuji this city screams your name - yuujispinkhair blood - chosos-mascara vampire!yuji - wild-jackalope

yuta pain reliever - kentopedia

choso red, blood - choso-mascara honey - peachsayshi just can't get enough - aiawaorkuroo sink your teeth to drink - hoshigray just one more bite - gojonanami vampires in a bath - kaeinvy

toji please don't bite - perzawa

sukuna the red lord (has two parts) - yuujispinkhair vampire!sukuna - slvttyplum vampire prince!sukuna - persuasivus

etc drink me - arminsumi vampire lover - cinnamonrollbaby

Thinking about having something terrible happen, something that kills a part of your heart for years, leaves you bitter and hollow. Leaves you angry and spiteful, lashing out with teeth bared at anyone who tries to heal that wound.

And then Katsuki walks into your life and he doesn’t try to fix you, doesn’t try to fill that hole. He just swallows that bittersweet taste alongside you because to him, that sweetness is so worth the bitter aftertaste, it’s worth you.

And bit by bit, you realize you don’t feel so empty. Your tongue doesn’t taste so bitter. Your heart isn’t weighing down on your rib cage.

You’re not the person you were before, you’ll never be that person again. But you’re someone new. Someone bright.

And even on the days that the bitter and empty and heavy comes back, he’s there. Holding your hand through it all.

“when are you gonna join me in bed princess? i'm tired 'n i want cuddles.” atsumu whines as you change into your sleepwear, fresh out of the shower. you look over and smile fondly at him; he lay on the bed, his arms and legs splayed out on the white sheets, his head thrown back on the pillows as he turns to look at you with those hooded chocolate eyes.

“patience sweetheart, i gotta do my skincare first.” you waved a hand at him as you padded back into the still steamy bathroom, and the smile on your lips only grew as you heard a familiar small huff from behind you.

you splash water in your face and reach for the face cleanser, right where you always leave it. going through the motions, you revel in the small moment you have for yourself, even if its just simply washing your face. as you pat your face dry, you hear atsumu’s familiar footsteps approaching. taking your time to properly dry your face and neck, you glance over to see your lover leaning on the doorway, observing you with a smile- not one of his usual knee-weakening smirks, but a rarer, more intimate smile of adoration.

“you wanna do it for me? not being much help just staring, and plus, it's creepy.” you raise an eyebrow at him, a tug in your lips as he drops his jaw in horror at your comment.

“'scuse me, ’m not creepy at all!” he exclaims, reaching over to the sink counter, thumbing the various products before settling on one. “this one right?”

you nod your head and close your eyes, waiting to feel his touch on your skin. but instead, his hands gripped your waist, and your eyes fly open with a small yelp as he lifts you to sit on the counter, and moves himself to be standing in between your legs.

“gotta have my princess comfortable.” atsumu mumbles, almost to himself as he concentrates on putting the right amount of product on his palm. he puts his hands together before placing his calloused hands on your cheeks, softly patting the serum into your skin.

you don't speak and neither does he. you both just take this small instant in time to appreciate each other, how you both are so blessed to have the other, so lucky that you’ve found someone that intertwines with your soul so perfectly.

as he goes to find the next product, your eyes roam over atsumu and you drink in everything you can. the mole that rests just below his collarbone, right above where his heart would be. the small cupid’s bow of his pink lips. the faint stretch marks where his arms meet his shoulders. the way his forearm ever so slightly flexes as he opens the small tub of moisturiser.

atsumu scoops out a small amount, and his fingertips smooth the white cream over your forehead, sloping down to your nose, and along your cheeks. he does so with such a tenderness, it was as if he feared that if he pressed just a little too hard, you would shatter under his touch like glass. as he gently massages the cream into your skin, you hum blissfully and your eyes flutter to a close.

he goes through each step so effortlessly after seeing you do this so many times, and you had no fear of him doing something wrong, especially after so many nights of him eagerly asking questions as you went through your routine.

atsumu signals that he’s done with a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and you shake yourself out of your drowsy stupor, opening your eyes to be met with an atsumu who’s smiling at you with a rare gentleness, a respite from his usual wildness and energy.

“so are we finally going to go to bed or will i have to carry you there myself? atsumu cocks his head at you, resting his large hands on your thighs.

you merely reply by pulling him close and wrapping your arms and legs around him. he chuckles lightly, and a warmth spreads through you as you feel the slight rumble in his chest against yours. his hands grip the bottom of your thighs and he lifts you up, making his way over to your shared bed before switching off the light in the bathroom. carefully, he sets you down on the soft sheets and he climbs over you to get comfortable on his side. you turn to look at him, and he turns to look at you, reaching out to brush his thumb over your dewy cheek.

“i won’t ever find someone else like you.” he breathes after what feels like an eternity of silence, his voice so soft even you- mere centimetres away- had to strain to listen.

you place your hands onto his cheeks, and bring yourself close to press a kiss to his forehead. “and you won’t ever need to.”

i am your father masterlist

sakusa x reader smau/fiction

You and Sakusa have started dating on the second year of high school. On your 4th year of dating and second year of college, you found out you were pregnant. You were in a crisis. You were only 20 and didn’t know anything about motherhood. Worst case scenario, your boyfriend didn’t want kids.

Your solution? Run away from Kiyoomi Sakusa. Raise the kid on your own. Never meet the child’s father ever again.

That was your plan.

You were doing great on your own, until you find out that Komori, the cousin of your ex, lives next door.

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