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ally

@txrantinx / txrantinx.tumblr.com

metal music • sometimes i repost dumb shit • 24 • she/hers
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Don’t lie to your doctor about being a hoe

For real though, they’re just there to make sure your hoe ass can keep on hoeing. Tell them you’re a hoe. They’ll help you become a HEALTHY hoe.

Reblogging. Untreated STDs can kill you. And not just HIV. Shit like chlamydia can cause full blown sepsis.

Remember kids, if you’re gonna hoe, hoe responsibly.

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if your leftism doesn’t include fighting antisemitism then I’m really not interested in your leftism

I can feel the leftist goyim trying their best not to look at this or think about it. I see you. I see how easily y'all accept antisemitism when it’s against people you don’t like, and it pisses me the fuck off.

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Congrats on being an antisemite then. OP never mentioned Israel. Conditioning whether or not you think antisemitism is bad based on someone’s stance on a conflict in another part of the globe is antisemitic.

Antisemitism is bad regardless of someone’s politics just as racism is bad regardless of someone’s politics. This isn’t fucking difficult to grok.

OP please don’t be antisemitic

Antisemitic asshole:

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Profit is the main motive for many evils.

Slavery happened because it was profitable, and rich people promoted hatred of black people in order to stop society from fighting back.

War happens because it's profitable. If wars were decided by those fighting and not by those profiting from it, the eventual goal would be for the war to stop.

Laws against victimless actions exist because it's profitable. Marijuana prohibition is profitable for pharmaceutical CEOs who don't want to compete with medical marijuana. Prisoners can be used as slaves. Prisoners also have limited employment options available when they're released, making them more likely to tolerate low wages and other types of abuse.

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They just want there to always be a class of people who are forever in debt. Whether it's chattel slavery, prison, student loan debt, medical debt, renters who will never be able to own a house, etc.

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youth have a right to be educated about the world regardless of what their parents/caretakers believe. youth have a right to learn accurate information about the world for themselves, including information that allows them to disagree with their parents/caretakers. we have got to destroy this mindset that everyone under 18 is essentially sentient playdough for parents to mold however they want and its violating "parent's rights" to allow their children to be educated on basic facts of the world (like that queer people exist or that america is founded on genocide) because it would mean they lose the slightest bit of control over their child's reality. imo schools have a moral responsibility to protect youth's right to knowledge and freedom of thought over their parent's "right" to control everything they know. your children should be allowed to fucking disagree with you, and restricting their access to knowledge in order to prevent that is abuse.

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as a teacher, YES. the curriculum changes are heinous and need to stop. i cannot count how many parents called me and asked why their little johnny suddenly was asking worldly questions. it’s also the local board of education who controls the curriculum and they will do ANYTHING to keep the community happy. even it means restricting knowledge from the kids they are supposed to be educating. no wonder so many teachers are leaving the profession

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aftabkaran

Why are Iranians protesting in the streets?

For freedom.

The internet in Iran has been cut off. Please help us by spreading the news.

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The Christofascists on SCOTUS will re-litigate every ruling/precedent in their image.

Republicans have inserted church into state.

Every accusation is an admission. It was NEVER about Sharia law, it was always the GOP projecting their toxic theocracy.

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wilwheaton

This is your occasional reminder that Republicans are garbage.

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wilwheaton

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i know you all saw it…i know you did. my notifs have been blowing up for the past week. I just wanted to let you all know that I started this account when i was just 16 years old with a good friend if mine at the time who you knew as Emma. Emma and I lost touch very quickly after this account this was created. I no longer have the love for 5SOS that I did when I was 16. I’m 23 years old now, a college graduate and a second year teacher.

The love and outpouring of support I have gotten on that post is beyond words. I could not be prouder of it. Y’all have made this writing thing fun. In light of all that, I would like to sincerely say thank you for your support over the past 7 years. It has meant the world to me. I don’t know if I’ll post content anytime soon again, but just know Im here. Lurking. It may not be 5SOS content, but who knows.

I appreciate each and every one of you who have stuck with me for so long.

All my love, Ally

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Dirty Dancing (1987) - Emile Ardolino

When I made the movie in 1987, about 1963, I put in the illegal abortion and everyone said, ‘Why? There was Roe v. Wade ― what are you doing this for?’ I said, ‘Well, I don’t know that we will always have Roe v. Wade.’

  • Eleanor Bergstein, screenwriter and co-producer of Dirty Dancing
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Groupie {l.h.}

Pairing: Luke x Reader
Rating: R (MINORS SHOO)
Contains: choking, multiple orgasms, p in v (use protection kiddos), blowjob, pent up emotions
Word Count: 3.6K (whoopsies)
Request: Yes! Groupie w Luke?
A/N:  The groupie series continues.  Oh my god she’s BACK???? I AM HI. Luke Hemmings comes into play in this one.  I love that you guys love this series so much, and I’m sad that this is the the second to last one in the series. I am completely sorry that this will be my last smut posting (or is it).  I couldn’t just leave you all without something to remember me by.  I’m not leaving, but I hope you all really like this one, because I love the groupie series, and I hate that it’s slowly coming to an end.  This blog has been my life for the past six years and I really appreciate all of you that have stuck around throughout all my slow updates.  I love you all, enjoy this.  xox - Alyssa

Sometimes, the unexpected can happen, and the unexpected hits you at the worst times.  I tend to believe this statement.  The world likes to make things the worst at the worst times, and you just have to live with it.  And somehow, I had weaved my way into a job that I absolutely despised.  Money was tight, and I needed to pay rent on my apartment.  This was my way of getting extra money.  The infamous band so called ‘5 Seconds of Summer’ had sent an email to my employer asking if any women would like to join them on tour.  Since my boss knew I needed extra money, he forwarded me that email.  I took the job, however reluctantly.  I met the band, introduced myself and we went from there.

Life on tour seemed almost surreal, I got to go to places I had never dreamed of going.  I saw sights that each city held near and dear: the Chicago Bean, The Big Apple in New York, The Vegas Strip, Disney Land in California, Mount Rushmore in South Dakota, Yellow Stone Park in Wyoming.  The list could go on forever.  I was in a dream land for the first few months, the head producers for the show basically being my personal chauffeur's.  But, somehow, I had not realized that the band had taken a peculiar interest in my standings on tour, one in particular.

The lead singer, Luke Hemmings took interest in me almost immediately.  The tall, lanky blonde always looking at me from across the room, making faces that sent me into shivers.  I shied away, uncomfortable with his never ending stare at first.  They only got more intense as I started to unload on the bus.  His baby blue eyes would always find mine and he’d continuously stare me down.  Sometimes I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.  It made a chill run down my spine at the thought of laying underneath him and having him take me.  I started to think more about that, and I that’s when I realized just what I was here for.  The email hadn’t been very specific, but I could put two and two together.  I had signed up to become a groupie for this band.

I found myself staring back at Luke as the months went on, my own mind travelling to a place I hadn’t even thought of.  My teeth would clamp onto my bottom lip as I averted my gaze from his.  These type of exchanges went on for a few months until Luke finally sat down next to me one day.  It was the first time he had actually said a word to me.

“I see you staring at me, baby,” he said.  I glanced at him from my peripheral, eyeing him cautiously.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to act innocent, crossing my legs.  I saw him roll his eyes at my lie, seeing right through me.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart,” he almost growled as his overly large hand landed on my upper thigh.  I whimpered, trying to keep my eyes down as I watched his hand run up my leg.  

“Luke, no,” I said, pushing his hand off my thigh and standing up.  I trudged away.

That had been the last time he had even uttered a word to me.  There were a few stray glances thrown between the two of us, but nothing other than that.  Luke had seemed to make it his own personal mission to stay as far away from me as possible.  I just sat there, knowing that my job was to be his, and his alone.  But, could I do that if he was being so elusive 75% of the time? 

I was never one for first moves, but I mustered up enough courage to do so one evening while Luke was mindlessly strumming his guitar.  I walked in front of him, sitting myself down next to him, watching as his fingers plucked the vinyl, beautiful sounds coming from the barrel.  I watched in awe, seeing his nimble fingers pluck at the strings, making the beautiful vibrations.  He never seemed to notice me, too enthralled with his guitar to pick up his head.  

The melody sounded like something I had heard before, but it wasn’t one of his songs.  I recognized it as Twenty One Pilots’ Car Radio.  It just happened to be a favourite of mine.  I closed my eyes listening mindlessly as I tried to pin what verse he was playing with the notes.  Sometimes quiet is violent, I find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside, it’s on my sleeve. I hummed the lyrics to myself as he continued to play through the chorus.  I rested my back against the wall, watching his fingers move fluidly to strike the notes of the song as it hit a bridge and a beat drop. 

“I love that song,” I accidentally said out loud, causing the blonde in front of me to look up, startled.  My eyes widened, mouth falling slack into a state of surprise, a pink blush covering my cheeks as I pressed myself against the wall further, thinking I could melt into it, be invisible.  

“{Y/N} what are you doing here?” he asked me then, setting his guitar down on the stand next to the bed.

“I heard you playing and I wanted to see for myself?” it came as more of a question than a statement because of the nerves that had spiked through my body.  My fingers were twitching at my sides, I could feel them.  

Luke cocked his head, patting the spot next to him on his bed.  Cautiously, I made my way over to him, sitting a good distance away from him to keep my personal space intact.  He chuckled at my state of shock, taking my upper arm and tugging my frame towards his.  I reluctantly slid closer, feeling his arm brush my own.  I subconsciously moved to cross myself, uncomfortable with our proximity.

“I won’t bite, I promise,” he said lightly, tapping my thigh.  I flinched just a tad, but it was enough for him to withdraw his hand and place it in his own lap.  His other hand came to ruffle his hair, bringing the curly locks into a better position. I was staring at this point, and he could tell.  

Luke’s eyes locked on my gaze, a smirk turning up his small pink lips as he caught me red handed.  I had no strength to avert my eyes, just kept staring at him like I was a puppy who wanted a treat.  He was now so close to me that I could smell his breath coming off his lips; it was minty, like he had just brushed his teeth.  My teeth clamped onto my bottom lip, tugging on it as we both got lost in each other’s gazes  “{Y/N}..” he started, but I was quicker.  

My mind had shut down, and my body was doing whatever it wanted.  I leaned over him, knees on either side of his lap, straddling him.  Luke’s eyes followed my movements, now having to look up at me.  His rather large hands found my waist, anchoring me to him so I wouldn’t tumble backwards.  I sat there for a few moments, trying to figure out what I had just done, but my thoughts were interrupted by his lips.  They were soft, moist and gentle.  I was’t physically or mentally prepared, but my body somehow knew what was happening.  My eyes fluttered closed as I kissed him back, slow at first, but then he started to get rough.

Luke’s hand gripped the end of my tshirt, balling it in his fists as he attacked my mouth with his own.  My hands mindlessly tangled in the golden locks of his hair, pulling ever so slightly.  I felt Luke smile into the kiss, tugging upwards on my shirt, wanting it off.  I relinquished my hold on his hair, holding my arms straight up so that he could remove the offending fabric off my body.  He tossed the shirt somewhere in the room, before he moved his head to place open-mouthed kisses along my neck.  “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed between kisses.  I couldn’t help the blush that tinted my chest, a sigh of contentment coming from my parted lips.

Quick fingers came to unclip my bra, the straps sliding down my shoulders as Luke pulled yet another piece of clothing from my heated skin.  I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, he was everywhere, and I was getting impatient.  My hands wandered towards the end of the tattered black tee adorning his chest, tugging upwards as he mimicked my movements from earlier so I could get his shirt off as well.  I pushed him backwards so I could sit atop his broad figure, readjusting myself so I could show some love to his toned chest.  

My lips ghosted over his chest, planting kisses every now again as my hands ran over his stomach.  Sounds of appreciation came from the man below me as I did my best to not collapse in awe at the beauty of Luke Hemmings.  Calloused finger tips grazed my jaw line as his face raised upwards to capture the edge of my jaw in his lips, harshly sucking on the skin there.  Blood rushed to the placement, a red bruise surely being formed.  My hands reached for the button of his jeans, expertly getting it undone and sliding his pants down his legs, throwing them into the pile of clothes.  My eyes followed my hands, graced with the sight of the tent in his underwear, eyes widening only slightly, enough for him to notice.

“Think you can handle that?” he asked, a hint of cockiness in his voice.  I huffed, glaring at him from under the hair that was in my face.  I pushed it out of the way, meeting his crystal blue eyes, wild with excitement and lust.  I hesitated to grip the waistband of the only piece of clothing separating me from the unknown, but my hands were faster than my mind, I pulled off the tight piece of cotton, watching as his member sat up against his abdomen, swollen and red.  Luke chuckled at the face I made, but I quickly shut him up as I took him in my hands.

I spread the precum dripping from the tip as lubrication, slowly pumping my hand up and down his shaft.  A hiss left his lips, and I looked up to his eyes closed and his arms anchored behind his head.  My tongue darted out to wet my lips, before I leaned over him, taking his dick in my mouth.  A sigh left his parted lips, finally getting what he wanted.  I relaxed my jaw, taking as much of him as I could without gagging, and moving my hand around the rest of him.   My mouth moved expertly, tongue swirling around him every so often.  I breathed slowly through my nose, hollowing out my cheeks so that he could get the feeling of my mouth around him.  A sharp intake of breath from him indicated that I was doing well.  I started to bob my head up and down a little faster than before, really taking him, his hips started to buck up into my mouth, whimpers coming from his mouth.  The hands that were previously behind his head came to pull my hair into a make shift pony tail that he could hold onto.  I moaned at the feeling, sending vibrations to his shaft which only egged him on more.  

Luke started to push down on my head, and immediately I relaxed my jaw and let him do what he wanted, I felt my nose touch his pubic bone, and the tip of his dick at the back of my throat.  I swirled my tongue around him once more before was pulling me off of him.  I whined at the disconnection, pouting.  “ I don’t wanna cum yet,” he whispered, using his hold on me to pull me into another heated kiss.  My hands quickly gripped his hair again, pulling on it as his traveled lower down my back, sinking into the leggings that were donning my legs.  Quick hands pushed me back, my shoulders sinking into the sheets on his bed.  

Luke quickly rid me of my leggings, throwing them in the pile of our clothes in the room.  His mouth traveled down my exposed abdomen, making sure to mark me wherever he saw fit.  My hips pushed upwards, craving any sort of friction in the midst of all the teasing.  Large hands came to swat my hips so I couldn’t squirm. A whine fell from my lips as he chuckled at my position. Clouds of bliss covered my eyes, so much so that I didn’t realize he had began rubbing me through my panties. A sigh of relief left my lips as I finally got the friction I had been wanting. I crained my neck to look at him, hair disheveled, stubble from a few weeks of not shaving covering his jaw. The everlasting smirk on his face disappearing as he ripped my panties from my hips. I raised my back so he could get them off me, no sooner had i did that, his large arm was coming to hold my hips down again.

“I think you’ve been wanting for quite some time now,” he breathed with a chuckle as I fought every muscle in my body to stay still. “Tell me you want this,” his fingers trailing dangerously close to my wanting center. A low moan came from my mouth as I squeaked out a ‘yes’. That was all he needed; his thumb began to press harshly against my clit, rubbing circles every now and again, driving me crazy. I tossed my head back, sighing in contentment as I reached for whatever I could hold on to. “Look at me,” he mumbled, making me raise my head. Once I did, I almost moaned because his lips were on my inner thighs, like lighting, he planted a kiss to my clit before he really gave me what I wanted. My body writhed in wait, waiting for him to do something. It’s as if he read my mind, his hand turned the other way, thumb pressing against my clit as he slipped one of his fingers inside me. Eyes screwing shut, hands clenching the sheets, I let out a breath of relief.

My hands flew behind me, gripping onto the plush cases of feather pillows that donned his bed. I squeezed my eyes shut as he worked with me, stretching me in the most glorious way. “Please,” I whined, surprising myself. I had never been a beggar, but I was finished with the teasing he was surely enjoying. Luke chuckled from his position, swatting me, the echo of skin on skin contact radiating through the room. My hips jutted upwards again, craving more than what he was giving me; Luke swatted me again, this time dipping his mouth towards my center. A chaste kiss was pressed to where I needed him most. Due to the everlasting teasing, a jolt of electricity hit me, a whimper leaving my mouth.

Slowly, he added another finger, eliciting a moan from me. I was rolling my hips in rhythm with his movements, a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I gripped his hair harshly, pushing him down more; he was faster than me. He gripped my wrist and held it to the mattress, halting his movements. I huffed, annoyed and deprived, watching him as he towered over me.

“I don’t think so,” he stated, gripped my hips and flipping me so I was on my stomach, head facing away from him. I lowered my head to to the mattress, bracing myself for what I knew was moments from happening. I felt the mattress dip with his weight, hands on my hips, searing my already heated flesh. He grabbed my throat, forcing my body upwards, thumb and fingers pressing on either side of my neck. “Tell me what you want,” he rasped, putting more pressure on my throat. I let out a low gasp, my vocal cords refusing to work in that moment. “Fine, be like that,” he stated, gripping my hip bone with his other hand, steadying me, thrusting smoothly into me.

I choked out a groan, my arms winding around his neck to hold myself up. “Oh, my god-I” I couldn’t form coherent sentences, my mind fogged from lust and the rocking of his hips. He let go of my throat and I fell forward, catching myself on my elbows. It was then that he really went to work. His hips snapped forward with a purpose, moving my body forward so much that the headboard smacked the wall. “Luke, I-fuck” still no coherent sentences. The knot that had formed earlier was now in full force and ready to spring.

“I can feel you clenching,” he chuckled darkly, running his fingers along my shoulders, planting kisses there to soothe me. “I know you want too, cum for me baby,” he said. My eyes screwed shut, all I saw was stars as my body convulsed below him, an animalistic moan ripped through my throat as I fought to control my spasmic movements. He made sure to hold my body tightly, rubbing circles on my hips as he worked me through my orgasm. “We’re not done,” he breathed, flipping me to the side. He laid down on his back, propped on his elbows. I gawked at him, legs still trembling, but knew what he wanted. My strength came back almost instantly as I straddled him.

He helped me guide himself into my dripping core, and I adjusted yet again. My body shivered with pleasure, already beginning to clench around him again. I willed myself to relax as I put both of my palms on his chest and moved myself upward. Luke hissed under me, one of his hands reappearing from the mattress to stroke my stomach. I moved myself slowly, grinding against him every now and again just for good measure. My head lolled back with the pleasure of it, but he wasn’t having my lazy movement. Large hands came to stop my hips just above his pelvic bone. I quickly snapped my eyes open before he thrust his hips upward to meet mine. I collapsed to his chest, feeling him hit a spot that made my vision go black.

“Luke, right there” I cried, holding onto him for dear life. I felt my second orgasm climbing rapidly, I knew it was only a matter of time before I burst. A string of curse words fell from my mouth, I fought with my body. Luke kept snapping his hips with force. Then, he stopped. I jumped, taking over my slow movements from before. Beads of sweat dripped down both of our bodies, I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out. My thighs quaked with anticipation and pleasure. I lowered myself to him, pressing my lips to his; in a quick motion he gripped my hair, whispering in my ear:

“Relax, baby, I’ve got you,”

I whimpered, the knot in my stomach threatening to break. Clammy hands came to scrape at his chest, surely leaving red trails of my nails. He hissed in response. He liked it. Noted. My chest glistened with sweat, the audible sound of skin on skin and the absurd amount of moans were the only things filling his room. I lowered myself again to his chest, hissing as he moved his hips in a way that made me wild. My eyes shut hard, broken moans coming from deep in my chest as I fought with every nerve ending in my body.

“Luke, please, please,” I sobbed, sinking my teeth into his neck. He hissed again, swatting my rear for the third time. He snarled out a final ‘let go’ into my ear. That was all I needed. I fell into his chest, feeling his cock twitch inside me just the same. Ripple after ripple of pleasure scorched through me, before he roughly grabbed my hips, forcing himself to snap upwards. Chasing his own release, I coiled again, not even having come down from my previous orgasm; he already had me chasing another one. “Oh, my god, oh my GOD,” I rambled, hearing him groan under me as he once again told me to come, but with him this time.

For the final time, I collapsed, feeling his cum, hot and warm, spurt on my chest. Somewhere in between me finishing, and barely knowing, he had pulled out. I let out a laugh, trying to catch my breath.

“You okay?” Luke questioned from beside me, running a hand through his hair that I surely had messed up. I couldn’t help but giggle, bringing my hands up to cover my reddened face.

“I’m more than okay, that was pent up for a long time,” I stated, staring at him, watching his lips pull to a grin. He nodded, too tired to say anything else. Somehow I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we did this.

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My grandparents are baffled when we just don’t care about certain things. The last time we did a socially distanced lunch they were complaining that our neighbor keeps really old broken cars that he likes to work on in his front yard and we were like “Yeah, and?” and they didn’t know how to respond to that.

Like the very idea that we would just mind our own business and tolerate mildly annoying behavior from other people is like rocket science to them. They just can’t comprehend it.

My mum never has anything nice to say about modern music. It’s always “this song is shallow nonsense”. Yeah maybe I want to listen to shallow nonsense. What about it

A regular conversation I keep having with my mom:

“Ugh, look at that girl. Tattoos everywhere.”

“So what?”

“….Well I think it looks ugly.”

“She didn’t get them for you.”

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pati79

Mmmm other people do not perform for you is a lesson that needs to be learned massively these days.

My mom called me once and was like “we went to the place where we bought the first RV to look at another one, and the saleswoman that sold us the first one was there and she didn’t remember us!!” and when I was like okay who cares why should she, she just had no idea what to do with that

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can08writer

That is definitely a generational thing where people weren’t taught to mind their damn business.

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