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Today I wanted to talk about Kyle Bassinga. Kyle was a 21 year old man from Georgia, whose family described him as "a kind, thoughtful, and smart young man who loved nature, music, and the people around him". Kyle Bassinga was killed on February 18th 2026, just ten days after his birthday. He was found hanging from a tree in a park.
The police ruled it a suicide. The family and local community demanded an investigation. The police refused to change their ruling.
I know this website it too white for this to really go anywhere, but an understanding of the present reality of white supremacy in the United States is just so important to transfeminism here. Lynchings never stopped, white supremacy never went away, you just stopped looking.
Help my boyfriend has been pmo for doing White Man Things and my sibling sent me this
If you know the meaning of the word "defenestrate", do you remember how you learned it?
Yes (put it in the tags please I'm curious)
No
I don't know the meaning of the word defenestrate
Itâs been so long since Iâve dated that I forgot the one (1) good thing of dating a man - the instinctual need to buy things for me.

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Iwaizumi who hates being told that his baby girls crying is them being âmanipulativeâ
He hates itâno, absolutely despises it, because how can a baby be manipulative? It doesnât make sense to him. And he gets fed up with the same remarks happening over and over again, when he carries one of his twin girls when she starts crying, or when he carries her twin sister in his other arm because she was about to start crying as well.
And then he hears itâa random woman who was in the same aisle as him speaks up.
âOh they both know what theyâre doing,â
Her tone isnât necessarily malicious, but it irks Iwaizumi nonetheless. He tries to dismiss her kindly, shaking his head with a hesitant smile.
âAh, I donât think so.â
âI know so, trust me.â She waves her hand at him, the other hand clutching her cart. âIâve seen this happen so many times. They cry when they canât get their way. Itâs almost like they know how to be manipulative!â
This time, Iwaizumi canât hold back his tongue.
âThey donât know what that is.â
âThey do, they do! Itâs wired in themââ
âItâs not wired in them. My daughters are 5 months old and recently recovered from a cold. If they wanna be held itâs because they are babies, not because theyâre evil.â
That makes her go quiet, her lips parting and closing a couple of times before sheâs nodding and walking away.
You walk back from the frozen food aisle, shooting him a puzzled look cause you noticed he was talking to an old woman.
âIs everything okay? I saw you talking with that woman.â
You grab one of your daughters from him, and he nods before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
âPeachy.â
ââŚyou only say peachy when something is off.â
Iwaizumi chuckles at this and pats your back. Because he knows if he tells you the truth, tells you that the woman called your daughters âmanipulativeâ that you would go after her and confront her about it.
Your mama bear instinct have turned you feral when it comes to your babies, and as much as your husband admired you for that, he didnât want to cause you any distress while you were still breastfeeding.
âEverythingâs good, mama. Letâs go home.â
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Who fell first - Suna Rintaro x Reader
for @notsochillnerd for the Fall Requests. Please excuse the exzessive Atsumu slander in this, I still love him dearly.
End of First Year
âHow do you care for someone who doesnât want to be cared for?â Rintaro asks, eyes glued to his phone as if he doesnât care for an answer.
âHm?â Osamu looks up from the bowl of chips heâs snacking on, swallowing. âWho are you talking about?â
âJust⌠hypothetically speaking.â
â when did you get... hot?
â a haikyuu fanfic // suddenly... they got hot?!
synopsis: years later, you find yourself fucking the karasuno men... and you cannot help but ask one question: when did they get so hot?! pairing: afab! reader x aged! up hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tuskishima kei, tadashi yamaguchi, daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, ryunosuke tanaka. cw: MDNI. CONTAINS MAJOR SMUT. NOT PROOFREAD! nsfw includes: penetration. cunnilingus. blowjob. dry-humping. fingering. brother's bsf trope. cheating. office sex. power imbalance. dubcon. on-duty fucking?? fwb. "teaching" sex. prostitution. male and female orgasms. rough smex(???). old m.list. | new m.list.
âŽâË hinata shoyo!
i'm back. ten thirty, hotel lovebomb. you blink at the text. you immediately rub your thighs together at the thought of him, the thought of going to fuck your brother's best friend.
Okay. . . Reader serenading Kiyoomi while listening to love songs and organizing a random junk drawer. . . Thoughts? (I'm obsessed with how lovingly chaotic your reader is đ¤)
âbaby, do we need three rolls of tape in here?â
âwhatever you say handsome.â
kiyoomi laughs at your answer, shaking his head before continuing to rustle around the drawer, pulling things out to clean it and organize it. he had grown frustrated with the clutter, not being able to find things in it easily; youâd argued that itâs literally in the name to be junky and disorganized.
he won the argument, but you werenât making the task easy for him.
standing right behind him, swaying your bodies back and forth to the music playing from your phone, you go from subtle rocks back and forth to a thorough sway, guiding his body with yours and disrupting his organizing. sometimes your hands sneak up to grab his pecs, squishy under the t-shirt heâs wearing, before his hands come up and bring them back down to his waist. âstay.â
âbut they want to wander,â you whine, tickling his stomach. he squeaks and grips them firmly to still your fingers.
âif you cannot behave, you will not stay,â he says firmly.
âoo, iâm so scared,â you mock.
he sighs. you win.
you kiss his back and bury your face in the fabric of his shirt. it smells like cheap detergent and fabric softener, the kind made for sensitive skin; he always said it made his clothes softer. you couldnât care less, as long as your clothes were clean, but you were more than happy buying it for kiyoomi, anything to keep him happy.
a song starts to play, one that reminds you of the early days of your relationship, and you coo softly and squeeze your arms around his waist tighter, âoh, kiyoomiâŚâ
âi know,â he says softly. you can hear the smile in his voice.
you find yourself humming to the lyrics before they bubble out of your throat, your eyes fluttering shut and letting yourself get lost in the words. itâs like youâre doing the most romantic thing in the world, and not just cleaning out a junk drawer, like youâre about to whisk him away on a getaway that allows you both to indulge in the love that is your relationship. it amazes you how much you adore him, the love you have for him only growing with each day, you wake up eager to see him and dread sleeping in fear of missing him.
âsing it, baby,â he says, interrupting your sentiment. you grin as you belt the lyrics, chin resting on his spine as you sing into the air, disrupting the midday stillness that sneaks in through the window. you sway your body with him again, this time letting the melody take charge in dictating your movements, indulging in the moment with your man.
the song ends, and you feel him relax under you. âyouâre a bad singer,â he lies.
âi know,â you giggle.
âitâs okay. i like it.â
âwhy?â
âbecause itâs you.â
you melt against him, making puppy eyes at the back of his head adoringly. he hums, âkeep singing for me. you need the practice.â
âokay,â you mewl happily, singing the next round of lyrics while kiyoomi continues to clean the junk drawer, moving his body with yours and occasionally humming the tune with you.
atsumu miya has a crush on you.
everyone who works under msby can see it, well, everyone besides you and him. you donât seem to notice the way his entire face lights up when you walk into the gymnasium along with the rest of the cheerleaders. you donât see the doopy smile on his face, or the way he canât seem to tear his eyes away from you.
their coach ends up throwing his hands up in the air in defeat before calling for a break. he hopes atsumu will take the next fifteen minutes to collect himself, that never happens. atsumu uses their break to sit back and admire the focused look on your face as you practice the new choreography for their next game.
no one is sure how you miss the clear signs. like seriously, atsumu used to beg his coach to let them stay longer for practices, insisting heâd close up the gym. now, the second coach says to go home, atsumu is running to the locker rooms to shower and change into clean clothes.
he ignores the sly comments his teammates make, and sprints out the doors in the direction of the womenâs locker rooms. youâve gotten used to seeing him lean against the wall as you exit the lockers, the second the two of you lock eyes itâs as if no one else exists.
itâs amusing for everyone around the two of you to witness your interactions. they watch the way both your faces flush, and the way the two of you shyly walk alongside each other.
atsumu swears he sounds cool and confident, but heâs stumbling over his words every time your pretty eyes meet his. oh god, and if you laugh? atsumu straight up freezes, sakusa takes great pleasure in smacking the back of his head to get him to reboot.
he opens and closes every door for you, theyâve watched him walk you to your car and open the door. the craziest part of this? his teammates have witnessed him buckle you in before biding you a shy goodbye as he closes your door.
atsumu doesnât head to his car until your out of the parking lot. and at the point, he isnât walking, the fake blonde is skipping to his car with the biggest grin on his lips.
he never EVER hides his feelings for you, and maybe itâs because he doesnât notice how head over heels he is for you. hinata is sure if atsumu realized how deeply he felt for you, heâd at least attempt to keep his goofy actions to a minimum.
the rest of the team strongly disagree.
the entirely of msby arenât the only ones who are forced to witness the feelings the setter has for you. everyone who watches their games can see it. once your cheer team finishes their performance, the camera ALWAYS pans over to the setter whoâs enthusiastically cheering your name. his entire face flushing once he realizes the camera is zoned in on him.
atsumu doesnât care (heâs a little embarrassed), especially not when you stare at him with those eyes. the kind of eyes that make him believe he has a chance with you (he does).

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"hey! hey! iwaizumi!"
he looks up from his phone as you make your way to his table, your hair a little mussed. up close, your cheeks were a little pink and you breathed a little too hard; you probably rushed over here.
"hey," you breathed, sitting on the chair on the other side of the table. "what are you doing here?"
"um," he starts, then shakes his head. "nothing. just wanted to get out of the house."
"oh," you say with a smile, putting down your bag and taking off your jacket. "you been here long?"
"not really." he puts his phone away. "what about you? what are you doing here?"
"don't laugh at me," you say with a slight chuckle, "but oikawa said he'd set me up on a blind date."
he blinks, then laughs under his breath. "huh. did he now?"
FLOWERS ââ´ď¸Ë・â MIYA OSAMU
a gift for @mangostarjam as part of the summer fic exchange organized by @sodaneko i hope you enjoy fuji :3
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Your breath smells like sweet wine when you grin and tell Osamu, âYou know, I think you should get a girlfriend.âÂ
He raises an eyebrow at you. Itâs just you and him in Atsumuâs living room, your legs kicked over his lap and one of his fingers twirling around a strand of your hair. Everyone else is gathered in the kitchen, their loud conversation carrying over, but Osamuâs attention is all on you. âYeah?â he questions, pinching and twisting the ends of your hair.
You shrug. âOr a boyfriend. Either or.âÂ
Osamu makes a humming noise in the back of his throat. Heâs watching you, looking attentively at the way your lips almost twitch into a grin. âAnd what am I going to do with a girlfriend or a boyfriend if I get one?âÂ
atsumu who blindly follows his gfâs orders
no warnings, just fluff and atsumu being whipped and stupid
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itâs like a reflex to him, you ask him to do something and heâs on autopilot. obeying your request before he even realizes what heâs doing.
(saw this image n pinterest and was hooked)
The bass thumped in your chest, but it was nothing compared to the way Tsukishimaâs arm slung heavy across your shoulders made your pulse race. His weight leaned into you- not because he couldnât stand straight (though the whisky in his hand wasnât helping), but because he wanted to.
âYâknowâŚâ his voice was low, rougher than usual, his breath hot against your ear. âYouâre⌠really pretty right now.â
Your eyes narrowed. âYouâre drunk.â
He smirked- lazy, smug- lifting his drink just enough to swirl the melting ice. âMaybe. Or maybe Iâm just not holding back anymore.â
When you didnât respond, he tilted his head, the gold of his hair catching the neon lights, his glasses sliding down his nose. âDonât look at me like that unless you want me to do something about it.â
You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was, of the way his thumb was brushing idly against the bare skin of your arm. âSomething like⌠what?â
His smirk deepened, slow and deliberate. âYouâll find out once we get out of here.â
And thenâbecause he was a menace- he took another sip, eyes on you the whole time, like he already owned the answer.
tsukishima kei x reader with glasses | nsfw, 18+
tsukishima who notices your glasses first when you two meet, perched high on your nose. he thinks heâs never seen someone pull off glasses so adorably before, or maybe thatâs just because of your face. from then on, heâll always take note of each movement you do with the framesâfingers pushing them up when they fall down, pulling strands of hair out when they get caught in the hinge, adjusting them when theyâre askew.Â
tsukishima who grabs a microfiber cloth to clean your glasses when he sees them get smudged with fingerprints. heâll take his timeâcareful and slow, rubbing the stubborn prints out diligently so that you wonât notice any hint of a blur when you put them back on. always your glasses first, then his after.
tsukishima who gently massages the sore red marks on your nose when your glasses feel too heavy for your face. heâll chastise you every time, telling you to pick lighter frames when you whine about getting a headache from them. he never brings it up when youâre glasses shopping though, because he loves giving you that temporary relief and seeing your face soften from his touch.Â
tsukishima who thinks you look like such a sexy nerd when you gaze at him with lust-filled eyes, frames sitting low on your nose. he smirks, simply leaning back against the couch, watching your eyelashes bat at him from behind the clear glass.Â
you straddle his lap, desire pumping through your veins at the way his half-lidded eyes look sensually at you behind his own pair of glasses. you grind slowly against him, wrapping your arms around his neck, body melting from the friction. all while tilting your head to the side in the way you know he loves, with strands of hair falling over your frames.Â
âkei?â you whisper softlyâseductively, âdo you like what you see?â
tsukishima hums low in his throat, the sound going straight to your pussy. he places both hands on your waist, slipping underneath your shirt as he leans forward and kisses you deeply, pushing your body at an angle that would make you fall if he didnât immediately brace your back.Â
heâs licking and biting your lips, tongue roaming your mouth in betweenâwet smacking sounds is all you both hear.
grinding his hips up, he notches his aching cock perfectly in between your legs and against your clothed heat, feeling a puff of pride swell in his chest at your moans now adding to the lewd sounds filling the living room.Â
you both break apart, lungs heaving. tsukishima rips his glasses off his face and throws them off to the side, not even caring that they bounce off the couch and onto the floor.
without missing a beat, he instantly grabs the back of your head and pulls you towards him, kissing you more roughly this timeâmuffling any worries about the forgotten frames.Â
you try prying your own glasses off in the little space between you two. but he grabs both your wrists to pin them behind you, his voice raspy, âno, keep them on.âÂ
your body shudders as he licks up your neck, sucking on that sweet spot just under your ear, whispering darkly,Â
âi want to see how my little nerd takes it while i fuck this pussy.â

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On the last day of training camp, the coaches held up the tradition of a good olâ barbecue. While everyone else got ravenous, you were bummed to see Tsukishima frown.
Your boyfriend wasnât a big eater, and events like this made it even more apparent to those around him, meaning more people felt inclined to force him into eating.
While everyone else feasted, Tsukishima couldnât help how his eyes followed you from where he sat on the stairs going into the gym. You and Yachi were trying to reach for food, but constantly got cut off by freakishly tall teenage boys lacking any spatial awareness.
He considered it for a moment before getting up and walking over to Ennoshita, who was happily conversing with Fukunaga.
âCaptain,â Tsuki started. âDid you see where they put the plates? Iâm quite hungry.â
âYouâre hungry? Let me get it for you!â Thatâs all it took for the teamâs new dad to scramble around to get him a plate of food. Tsukishima didnât have to do anything but wait with his arms stretched out until a much too full plate was tucked into his hands. âThere you go, eat up!â
âThanks.â With a smug smile, he snuck off to where the managers hung out, raising his eyebrows when he caught your eyes. âHere,â he said, holding the plate out. He had to use both hands to balance all that food, and drew a sharp breath when his fingers brushed against yours while handing it over.
Yachi gasped, hands shaking with excitement at the prospect of deliciously grilled food. You smiled and chuckled softly, taking the plate from him. âThank you! Have you eaten as well?â
Tsuki shrugged, already turning away, lest he blow the cover of your secret affections. âIâll have some too, donât worry.â
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a little scene I didnât end up using for Telephone<3 @tsukisangel
iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer as your boyfriend and (reluctant) personal trainer
cw. mdni, smut, fem!reader, established relationship, trainer!iwaizumi, soft!iwaizumi, dom!iwaizumi, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, degradation + praise, spit play, dumbification, manhandling, gym sex, breeding kink, possessive behavior, aftercare, oral fixation mentions, muscle worship, soft to filthy contrast
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dating iwaizumi hajime is like living with two different peopleâjapanâs most terrifying athletic trainer during the day, and the sweetest, most caring boyfriend who makes you breakfast shirtless and kisses your forehead like youâre fragile glass
he enters the national team training facility like a tankâface blank, clipboard tight in one hand, and god help anyone who slacks off even a little
atsumu once joked that iwa was "hot when angry"âiwaizumi made him do ten sets of bulgarian split squats and said, âhow hot am i now?â while walking away
bokuto once tried to sneak out of cooldownâiwaizumi called his name once and bokuto turned around like a puppy caught peeing on the floor
hinata cheered too loud during warm-upsâIwa gave him the death glare and snapped, âthis is volleyball, not karaoke, dumbass!â
he drops the persona instantly once he's homeâthrows his bag down, kisses you breathless at the door, and asks if you ate yet while guiding you to sit down
he cooks shirtless, sweat still clinging to his chest from his own workoutâhair slightly damp, back flexing as he flips eggs like itâs nothing
sometimes you walk into the kitchen just to hug him from behind, nose pressed between his shoulder bladesâhe hums, leans into your touch, and says, âmy pretty girlâs clingy todayâ
iwaizumi didnât like the idea of you working out at firstâhe was firm that you didnât need to change anything, said he loved everything about your body
you only convinced him after endless begging and puppy eyesâbut your workouts are light and short, because he refuses to let you overdo it
heâs your trainer and your boyfriendâcorrects your posture gently, guides your arms into the right position, kisses your neck between reps
your home gym often becomes a prelude to something moreâone moment youâre bent over doing light squats, the next his hands are gripping your hips and his voice is low in your ear
âbend deeper, baby. yeahâŚjust like that. now stay there for me.â
he pushes your shorts aside and drags his fingers along your folds, already slickââso worked up already? from the workout or from me?â
your breath hitches as he fucks you over the gym benchâdeep, slow thrusts at first, just enough to make your legs tremble
he loves to grip your waist tight, pulling you back onto his cock with bruising forceâmoaning low, âyou take me so well every time. this pussyâs perfect.â
after making you cum once, twiceâhe doesnât stopâpicks you up effortlessly and carries you to the bedroom, cock still buried inside, kissing you the entire way
he drops you on the bed, climbs over you, pins your wrists down and spreads your thighs with his kneesââyouâre not done yet. gonna ruin this pretty little body i love so much.â
favorite position? mating pressâhe loves folding you in half, watching his cock disappear into you, hitting you so deep your toes curl and your back arches off the sheets
his muscles flex above youâveins prominent, sweat dripping down his jaw as he fucks you like heâs training for gold
âyou feel that? thatâs how deep i go. no one elseâll ever touch you like this.â
his voice gets filthy in bedâgone is the sweet, calm boyfriendâinstead, heâs a dirty-talking menace with no mercy
âsuch a messy little slut, arenât you? moaninâ like that just from me stretchinâ you open.â
âgonna fuck you so dumb you forget your name. only word i want from you is mine.â
he spits on your pussy mid-thrust just to see it drip down, watches it mix with your slick, then fucks it in even rougher
when he senses you're close, he grabs your jawâforces you to look him in the eye as he says, âcum on my cock, baby. show me how much you love being ruined.â
he finishes deep inside every timeâgroaning your name, hips snapping hard as he fills you to the brimyouâre shaking, legs limp, tears at the corners of your eyes from overstimulationâbut he still fucks the cum back into you with lazy thrusts
when he finally pulls out, he kisses every inch of your skin, whispering praises like, âyou were so good for me, baby. so damn perfect.â
he draws a warm bath, carries you in, and holds you close, cleaning your body carefully, gentlyâsweet again, like the devil didnât just make you cry from pleasure
but come tomorrow, he's once again barking at atsumu in the gym, completely deadpanââthis is why you canât keep up with sakusa, dumbass.â
total menace in training, absolute sweetheart at homeâand in bed? nothing short of ruinous.
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