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Jeremy, Jerome, Miles and Lyle Thompson. Some of the most decorated lacrosse players, all from the Onondaga Nation. In addition to various other professional indoor/outdoor lacrosse teams, they are all members of the Haudenosaunee Nationals Men's Lacrosse Team (formerly the Iroquois Nationals Lacrosse Team), which is the only Native American team that is sanctioned to compete as its own country in international play (they are also campaigning to compete in the 2028 Olympics under their own flag with support from both Canada and the USA)

Some inspo pics for you all:

The internet has a system built so it'll show you things that might interest you, that might resonate with you.

And sometimes, because of that, it'll poison you. Worst thing is, you wouldn't even realise.

Ever seen a post and went "oh alright, enough internet today" because it upset you? Yeah.

You feel sad? The internet will make you feel even worse by showing you things that might interest you in that moment because of what you feel, washing your thoughts out and making you feel horrible.

You feel happy? The internet will accomodate and show you things that will up that feeling.

So, yes. Sometimes, it really is that damned phone.

And you might just need to put it on timeout, and fucking detach from the bullshit. Because it will ruin your own perception and feelings.

- goshdangronpa

A little announcement 📢

The smut I am currently working on is absolutely diabolical and I’m going to need a few business days to recover from this craziness 🙃

Again? Come On, Babe 🙄 !!

Warning: Sub-ish character, Dom-ish no pronouned reader, hanjob (? via fleshlight), established relationship. No use of (y/n)

Note: I'm not one to stereotype attitudes and correlate them to size..., but if anyone was serving small dick energy, it's Tim Drake.

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Tim doesn't know why he let you wrangle him into this position. Legs spread with his back to your front, your ankles 'restricting' any closure that both pleasure and humiliation might bring. And oh, how Tim is feeling it, the humiliation. Willing down blush from frying his brain all the way down to the curl of his toes. This is a game of pride, and your boyfriend isn't anything if not a sore loser.

Tim's cock doesn't fit in the fleshlight you bought for him. Neither in thickness nor length. It just sits there, not standing, not tall. Fogging up the inside of the damn thing with arousal alone. Tim thinks you bought an opaque one just to mess with him further, but the smile your baring against his shoulder says otherwise. A happy accident. Sure.