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I wanna have a fresh start on a new blog where I don't feel constantly judged, ignored or hated. If you wanna follow me there drop me a dm or ask and I will let you know the new @ (since the new blog is already made and active. I already followed some of you too). If not I still hope we will meet again because I made a lot of nice friends over my time here even if we don't talk much. ✨💕

I wanna have a fresh start on a new blog where I don't feel constantly judged, ignored or hated. If you wanna follow me there drop me a dm or ask and I will let you know the new @ (since the new blog is already made and active. I already followed some of you too). If not I still hope we will meet again because I made a lot of nice friends over my time here even if we don't talk much. ✨💕

I found one yes (source)

Saw this TikTok and fell in love with this artist/creator, making “earrings” to wear with head coverings.

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Summary: On a mission, the reader does a strip tease to seduce her target but ends up teasing her partner, Natasha, just as much in the process. Warnings: sexual themes, brief f/f smut, strip tease, pole dancing, spanking

Notes: I have nothing to say about this one. Just let me know if you enjoyed it xD 

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You swayed your hips to the music, letting the base flow through your body and losing your inhibitions as the suggestive lyrics ignited a fire in your core. While you certainly hadn’t joined SHIELD to become a stripper that was exactly what you found yourself doing tonight. If not for the deeper purpose, sparking the interest of a high powered target, you might have found yourself completely succumbed to nerves but the direction and focus that came with the mission pushed all of that fear aside.

Closing in on the business man, Bretson, you twirled in front of him, the hem of your short skirt lifting to reveal the dark, lacy thong that hid beneath. He hummed appreciatively, barely audible over the loud music of the club, but the warmth of his hands on your arse cheeks, the tingle that shot through you as he playfully batted your skin was confirmation enough that you had his attention.

As you turned, you plucked a shot from the tray of a passing waiter and downed it in one. It wasn’t that your confidence was waning, merely that you needed the extra shot of courage to release your control entirely. The vodka burned your throat and brought tears to your eyes but the gaudy flashing lights hid your reaction; it didn’t particularly matter, not when Bretson’s gaze rarely lingered on your face anyway.

My European Studies professor decided a few weeks ago to take a Friday and instead of following the syllabus, he spent the entire hour and a half comparing Hitler’s actions from a European perspective to that of what Trump is doing in America. He never repeated a single point, and even used video and photos like this to show the comparison.

To make things better, he had us do an in class assignment for participation points. He first played a clip on youtube of one of Hilter’s speeches, subtitled and 3 minutes long. He then played a clip of one of Trump’s rallies. Our assignment? Copy down every single sentence that matched in translation down on a sheet of paper or a word document that wasn’t repeated. The person with the closest amount to what my professor found got a candy bar.

My professor found, in just three minutes of a speech, that Trump matched 65 different phrases/sentences to that of Hitler’s translation.