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ICE is attacking immigrants for now, but their goal is to subjugate all of us. Fighting for our neighbors today is a way of fighting for ourselves tomorrow.
Map the infrastructure that ICE depends on. Publicize their vulnerabilities. Popularize simple, reproducible ways to impose consequences every time that ICE inflicts harm on a community. Don't just react to their attacks—choose the time and place of confrontations. Take the initiative.
"If we know, and do nothing, we are worse than the murderers hired in our name.
"If we know, then we must fight for your life as though it were our own—which it is—and render impassable with our bodies the corridor to the gas chamber. For, if they take you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night."
-James Baldwin, writing to Angela Davis while she was in captivity, November 19, 1970
It’s so crucial for young lgbt and questioning ppl to know that labels are changable- identity is fluid. Labels are an important tool to help you figure out how you feel but theres nothing wrong with changing how you ID. You’re not doing it for attention. You’re not following a trend. Everyone is constantly learning about themselves and very few people find a label and stick with it.-nothing is wrong with you.
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After a mission in Illyria, you find yourself drugged with some sort of aphrodisiacal breeding tonic. You surprise yourself when you request the Autumn heir to be the one to keep you from enduring a torturous night of pain.
WC: 3.4k
Warnings: Smut, piv, fingering, dubcon (i guess due to the drug but consent is given), sex pollen, this is filthy actually
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Slow Burn (Azriel) | Part 2
You thought that if your blood had a voice, it would be screaming. It almost felt like it already was somehow. The vibration in your veins grew steadily, pulsing against your skin in a way that filled your ears with a chaotic thumping.
Madja had explained your current state as a result of your recent visit to the Illyrian camps. How one male had taken it upon himself to drug you with a shadow market breeding tonic, most often used to force unwilling females into sexual situations. You weren't sure if the target was placed on your back due to being apart of Rhys's inner circle or if you were attacked just for being a female in their camps. Regardless, it ended with you soaking through your bed sheets with sweat, abdomen cramping, and heart hammering in your chest.
The night would be filled with torment, according to Madja. The drug raised your body temperature, and you burned away any sleep tonic too quickly. So you were to suffer... unless you received assistance.
What that assistance entailed, however, was too much for you to ask of your friends.
Despite the shared history within the inner circle, you hadn't been intimate with any of its members. And at this point, many of the group were mated or interested in others. Asking any of them seemed both problematic and like an insult to their relationships.
Even if you longed for Azriel's help.
So when Madja had asked if there was anyone she could ask to treat you, you spoke the first name that came to mind other than the shadowsinger: Eris.
The name shocked you as much as you were sure it did Rhys. You weren't sure why his name came out of your mouth, and in an effort to save yourself some embarrassment, you even suggested Lucien as an alternative. But the healer had nodded at your plea, and you were certain Eris would be the first suggestion for Rhys to ask.
Both embarrassment and shame curled in your stomach with the pain already radiating there.
He would say no. Eris was not the cruel male the public knew him to be, but he was not overly generous either. He strategized. The male acted in his best interest because no other option presented itself to him throughout his life. You understood his approach, but that did not stop your anxiety at his coming rejection.
Stomach clenching, you tried to control your labored breathing. Deep breaths.
But when you nearly gave up, throat constricting around a sob at just how hot you felt, the door clicked open.
There was no time to compose yourself. Even if there was, your limbs weighed too heavily to make any movement. All you could do was turn your head slightly to eye the visitor.
Your blurry vision deceived you though, because Eris surely did not come to your aid. Right?
Delirium had come for you, you decided. That feeling of insanity and helplessness only made more tears fall down your temples and cheeks. Your imagination would keep you company tonight if nothing else.
"Now what do we have here?"
His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, the scent of autumn leaves and woody spices drifting over you in a way that had your legs clenching together. Eyelashes fluttering, you whimpered.
He was actually here. Cauldron, he came for you.
His footsteps echoed throughout the room, matching the thudding in your chest. You watched as his black boots strided agonizingly slowly toward you before coming into view next to your bed. The male seemed completely composed as he took a seat next to you. The way he leaned back with his arms crossed had his muscular thighs opening in invitation and his biceps bulging.
Gods, if you had any energy, you would have gotten to your knees right then, embarrassment be damned.
"Someone looks a little needy."
"Eris," you whined, tone unintentionally warping from frustration to desire.
"Imagine my surprise when I received a letter from Rhysand, explaining there was a little lamb here that was attacked by an Illyrian brute. And instead of asking for the assistance of someone here, she chose to ask for another, different predator. Me."
You could do nothing but watch him and try to breathe. Sweat coated your skin, and the torment of needing to be touched had you fidgeting and eyeing his large hands just barely tucked beneath his muscular arms. You wanted them on you, everywhere. On your hips, around your neck, in your mouth...
"You either don't know me or really are as dumb as the rest of them."
Maybe you were. But as you looked into his amber eyes, you couldn't help but shake your head. No, he wasn't as bad as the Illyrians. He hated them too. And he wouldn't hurt you, at least not in any way you wouldn't like.
"No?" He responded to your dismissal.
Your voice was raspy, weak as you finally spoke. "Why else would you have come then?"
Silence. He eyed you with interest, taking in more of your desperate state. His attention only made your hips drive up imperceptibly, reaching for something not there.
"Maybe I've been wanting to see what you'd look like underneath me for awhile. Maybe I'm a selfish male who would not let this opportunity go to waste."
You swallowed. "It's not selfish to help me with your actions."
He rose to his feet, leaning over you with a gracefulness that had you preening. His fingers tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear before his lips curled up slightly. He looked like a hunter ready to pounce on his prey.
"That's where you're wrong. From what I know, the cure for this drug comes from my pleasure, not your own, little fox."
Leaning toward his touch before he could snatch it away, you hissed out, "Then use me. I don't care."
His smirk grew, and you relished in his confidence and the sense of control he put off. Because you had absolutely no control right now. And despite his taunts, you knew Eris Vanserra both liked to impress others and had a heart deep down.
Even if you needed him to end this, you knew he would take care of you too. In more ways than one.
He stood straight. A hum leaving his mouth as if he were considering.
"Beg."
Your mouth opened in disbelief. "Eris-"
"I said," he threatened, his strong fingers going to the button of his pants, popping them open with a snap before releasing. "Beg."
Dear gods.
"Please," you found yourself saying, tongue falling victim to your body's needs. Your face heated. "Please help me. Touch me. Do anything."
"Anything, hm?"
He palmed his cock through his trousers, and you felt more frustrated tears fill your eyes at the teasing sight.
"I should have asked someone else."
Your words didn't anger him like you hoped. Instead, he let out a chuckle, hands dropping to the covers on the bed and moving them to make room for him. "No, you're glad you didn't. Because I'm better than those Illyrian bastards, and you know it."
The first touch on your waist had you arching into him immediately, eyes rolling back despite his words. You felt so sensitive, skin screaming for his hands, his lips, his tongue, his cock. He skimmed his fingers teasingly over your skin there, trailing over your chest and to your neck where he wrapped his large hand around it, giving it a testing squeeze.
"I'll help you little fox, but you know as much as I do how this is going to go."
With weakened strength, you lifted your own fingers to wrap around his own, keeping his grip on your throat.
His face came closer, lips nuzzling your jaw before lightly nipping at the skin there. "And while I might like the thought of ravishing my prey, I only like it as much as they do."
Your heart thumped. You wanted him to bite down harder. Before you could stop yourself, your legs were lifting to wrap around him, closing his hips against your own. He could have stopped your movements easily, especially with how weak you felt, but he didn't. Instead, his hardness pressed roughly against your center.
"Say it."
Mind spiraling, you canted your hips continuously against his covered length. "Please," you begged, completely and utterly desperate at this point. "Please, yes, I want that."
In an instant, his hand left your throat and shoved your legs away from his body enough to rip your pants down, shirt soon following after. You gasped at the action, skin now free to his touch, the air caressing and teasing its sensitivity. The contrast of yourself being completely exposed compared to his fully dressed figured had you ready to fully submit to him. Let him be in control, as long as he took this pain away and replaced it with mind-blowing pleasure.
Hands gripped your breasts painfully, and you moaned, begging for more. He was not listening to you though, happy to get his fill of your body before moving on. Eris moved his thumbs over your nipples, groaning at your responsiveness, and lunged forward to take one between his teeth. The yelp you let out had him gripping tighter.
His teeth moved from your nipple to your sternum before moving downward, leaving a trail of nips and marks. At your pubic bone, his fingers lifted to press inside of you, two plunging in immediately with no warning. You nearly screamed, the dying need to be filled so suddenly being appeased.
"Eris, gods..."
"Look how nice I am," he teased, nails from his other hand scratching down your torso lightly. "Getting you nice and ready to take me."
You wanted to chant that you were ready, you were so ready, had been suffering for hours now, but nothing would come out. Eyes clenched so tight you could see stars, and you focused only on the feeling of his fingers scissoring to make room for him, the feeling of him curling against your g-spot.
Pleasure was heightening, climbing a ladder higher and higher until it nearly broke through the ceiling of your orgasm. Right when your breathing stuttered and your eyes began rolling back at the overwhelming feeling, though, his fingers pulled out. Your moan turned into a sob of frustration, eyes opening in astonishment to see Eris overly pleased with himself, fingers leaving his mouth.
"I told you, little fox, your pleasure won't be what cures you."
Shaking, you glared at him. "I hate you."
Another chuckle left him, but you couldn't even be irritated as you watched the male, completely hypnotized by his hands pulling down his trousers far enough to release his cock.
As soon as it came into view, you fell back against the sheets ready to beg again. You would be angry at yourself later for how quickly you gave up for him. But one look and you were gone.
He stroked himself as he looked over your body, and your mouth watered at the sight of pre-cum beading at his tip. You needed that inside of you, you needed him.
"Gods, you look so hungry for my cock."
If you didn't feel like you were dying, you would have let him fuck your throat. Instead, you just opened your legs for him again.
Eris didn't fall into you, though. His hands reached for your hips, holding tightly before flipping you over onto your stomach with little effort. Hips pulled high, he stood behind you, his height large and intimidating, with his cock swiping through your soaked folds.
"That's better," he breathed out, as if talking to himself.
Your legs shook with the weight of the drug and the rest of your body. But you held yourself up, wanting nothing more than for Eris to bury himself inside of you. The wetness dripping from you and onto the sheets below told Eris exactly that.
His cock collected that wetness, and he let out a groan, teasing himself. "You really are like a bitch in heat right now, huh?"
His hand stroked your lower back surprisingly tenderly to follow his crude words. "Don't worry, little fox. I'll take care of it."
Then he was pushing inside, the large head of his cock stretching your entrance with a sting. You let out a sharp noise at the feeling, and his hands gripped your hips to prevent you from falling forward and away from his movement. While some fingers dug into your sides with controlled restraint, his thumbs circled your skin in encouragement.
"There you go," he cooed, almost mockingly. "Stretch around my cock."
Eyes rolling back at his filthy words, you gripped onto the sheets, fingers curling to hold onto something.
He rocked slowly, and you weren't sure if he did so to help you get acclimated to his size or to allow him to watch as you stretched and worked to take him in completely. Either way, the feeling of him slowly dragging along your walls left you breathless. You whined, mouth opening to beg, when he started speeding up, his hands on your hips pulling you backward to meet his thrusts.
"Yessss..." You moaned out, unable to hold back your noises.
Eris's own moan in response had you clenching on him, cunt tightening at the hot noise. The fire in his veins seemed to absorb the feeling in your own, his cock granting your abdomen a cooling relief despite the heat radiating off him.
Fire circled your wrists suddenly, flaming cuffs pulling your hands from their place in the sheets to be behind your back instead. Your shoulders wrenched backward and your face fell into the sheets fully with the action, legs shaking harder at the loss of balance.
One of his hands moved from your hip to the band of fire, using your cuffed hands to fuck you against his cock. He felt so deep, filling you up completely. If you hadn't been drugged, you knew this feeling alone would have given you a high.
He went harder and harder, until his own grunts and groans hinted at his losing of control. Fingers gripped at you harshly, feeling and soothing and claiming all in one. His balls slapped against you and you wanted him to release everything inside of him into you, feel it dripping down your legs before he enters you again.
"Eris, please." You didn't even know what you begged for. He gave you everything you wanted.
The ferocity of his claiming was otherworldly.
Eris yanked you back farther by the cuffs, lifting your chest from the bed until he was able to lean forward flush against you. One hand now gripped your hip while the other wrapped around your throat, his strong forearm pressed to your chest. You were so close to him, and you wished you could reach back a hand and tangle your fingers in his messy auburn hair.
Instead, you tilted your head over your shoulder, seeking him. His dark eyes, riddled with lust, immediately fell to your lips, and then he claimed you with his own. The kiss was harsh and possessive, and you moaned into his mouth at the feeling. He tasted like heaven. He felt like a god.
Fingers tightened on your pulse point, enough to make your vision dance before he released. He repeated the action again, and your cunt spasmed around him. The feeling of your blood rushing to both your head and your center had you spiraling.
"You gonna milk me dry?" He rasped into your ear, teeth scraping at your ear. "Take everything I give you?"
You nodded desperately, sticking your tongue out to tell him you wanted more, more, more. More of him. He immediately closed his mouth around yours, tangling his tongue with your own.
The fire around your wrists suddenly disappeared, and your hands immediately moved to grip his forearm over your chest, the feeling of his muscles underneath the skin there raising your pleasure further.
He pounded harder, and your veins sang with the feeling. Each and every thrust touched everywhere inside of you. You were rising, tingling growing from your center and traveling down your legs, your limbs threatening to go numb.
You gasped at the overwhelming feeling. For the first time in your life, you were apprehensive at what was to come, even a little fearful of the intensity of it. "I can't-"
"Come on. You can do it. Make me cum."
You understood. To make him cum, he wanted you to cum.
One hand still on your throat, lips breathing and speaking unimaginably dirty things into your ear, his other hand came down to your clit, circling with light movements.
The contrast of his harsh fucking and his light teasing of your clit sent you straight into a white hot burst of pleasure. A scream tore from your throat and your legs attempted to close around his hand both in an attempt to get him closer and push away the stimulation. You clenched down on his cock so hard, pulsing around him with such intensity, that Eris let out a loud groan into your ear in response, struggling to pull out with his thrusts.
Your vision disappeared, ears ringing, body twitching, but Eris held you firm against him, muscles straining as he worked himself into you still over and over the best he could.
Once your tense body relaxed, every muscle completely exhausted, you fell limp in his arms. You could feel his own deep breaths against your back, his cock twitching inside of you as he finished filling you, and then he was gently pulling out.
"Fuck," he breathed out behind you.
You leaned forward to fall into the sheets easily, ready to sleep for a week. You could barely see from your tired eyes as he raised an arm and brushed his sweaty hair back, but your eyes tracked him as best you could, drinking him in. His bicep bulged with the action and his large cock, now glistening with your wetness and the remainder of his spend, bobbed heavily between his legs. He crouched down, spreading your legs gently to watch as the rest of him leaked from you.
His amber eyes watched intently, his jaw clenching at the erotic sight.
When he was done, he stood straight, breathing deep while pulling his trousers back up and tucking the gift he had bestowed on you back inside.
Rounding the corner of the bed, he observed your worn out body. When his eyes fell to your wrists, he picked one up lightly to inspect the damage his flames had done. Seeing nothing but just some residual redness, he placed it back on the sheets.
You closed your eyes to finally rest, no longer able to put it off. You heard shuffling with his movements, but you tuned them out as sleep threatened to overtake you. Then the soft fabric of blankets being slowly draped over your bare body brought you back to the surface. At the warm feeling, your eyes fluttered back open.
Eris stood there, a soft look in his eyes before he turned to walk out of the room, as if none of what had just transpired ever happened.
But he stopped suddenly. You watched him curiously, eyes half-lidded, and saw as his back tensed, his body going preternaturally still.
"Are you-?" You started.
He moved forward again as if frazzled, throwing the door open in his alarming state. He strode through it quickly, only for it to swing back closed with a harsh click. The noise seemed to echo in the room.
If you weren't so tired, you might have questioned his behavior. You might have asked what made him react in such a way. If he was alright.
Now that everyone is discussing Nolan's Odyssey movie, I feel like it's a good time to let non-Italians know that the production dumped plastic props into the Italian sea. Weirdly enough I could not find any article in English about it but it's a fucking problem nonetheless.
I might translate this article later today. This one was the most complete one, even in Italian news it's not talked about that much.
Non è la prima volta che la produzione solleva un vespaio in Sicilia. A Lipari una squadra di sub sarebbe però già impegnata a bonificare i
They dumped plastic skeletons in environmentally protected areas, against the literal contracts they had to sign to get the permits to film in environmentally protected areas. Like they not only did a bad ecological thing that freaked out some divers, they literally broke environmental protection laws and their contract with the Italian government
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