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I recently found out a 25 year old Asian girl called Michelle Leng was raped,recorded and murdered.

While in Australia she visited her aunt and uncle, one day her uncle (Derek Barrett) set up two cameras to capture her rape, she was tied up with duct tape until her writes turned purple Barrett also gagged Michelle during the process. While she was naked and bound he also took pictures of her face and genitalia.

After he raped her he tourtured her and stabbed her 40 times all over her body while the cameras were rolling then he dumped her body at snapper point. Barrett saved the USB containing 9 videos of the rape. Her grand mother passed shortly after she saw the videos, she was healthy prior to Michelle’s death, it is believed that she passed away from sadness and shock. Her father passed several years before leaving her mother alone now. Asians are being fetishised in the most disgusting way,please stop, it’s not funny and it is very scary for a lot of people.

I am Asian and I think I speak for a lot of people when I say I am really scared. Although I don’t speak for everyone I hope that more people can spread awareness on this. 

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holy fuck i’m gonna puke

The Coupon Book Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: All smut, no plot.

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The Coupon Book: A 12 Part Smut Series

One of your and Bucky’s Christmas traditions was to not exchange gifts until bedtime on Christmas Day. Tonight, you were both like little kids as you sat on the bed together taking turns opening gifts. You always got each other something a little playful. He had gotten you a gorgeous set of lingerie. You were giggling as you handed him his and he eyed the small package curiously. As he pulled the paper off your hand-made gift, he read the cover and grinned widely. In bold letters across the front of the booklet were the words “Sex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere.” Bucky’s eyes flick to yours with a heated look before they return to the booklet and begin flipping through the dozen coupons. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he went through each one and when he finally looks up with a smirk he says, “There’s 12. Does that mean I get to use one a month?”

“You can use them whenever and however you want.” You smile. 

“This might be my favorite Christmas gift ever.” Bucky grins devilishly. 

“Perv,” you giggle. 

“Yup, but for now Christmas sex.” Bucky grabs your legs and pulls you under him, the coupon book forgotten. For now. 

Sex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere.

One Lap Dance to your song of choice. 

One massage with a happy ending.

One blowjob. 

A Wake-up Call.

One Quickie. 

All tied up and any way you want it. 

You choose my outfit for the night.

Any fantasy fulfilled. 

Public Sex. 

One Sex tape or photo shoot. 

Roleplay of any kind. 

Wild Card. (Anything you choose.)

I made these in response to hate crimes in my community. They are full size and free to download and print if you’d like to use them, too.

dry humping for hours with lots of biting and hair pulling that turns into ripping off each other's clothes because just friction isn't enough

John Boyega and Lucasfilm’s racism and lies

When all know how the companies loved to use Black Lives Matter to help their PR, or at least they did when they could still monetize it. 

One of the companies that did that had been Lucasfilm who did that by supporting John Boyega when he had gone out to protest back in June of 2020.

The funny thing is, and by funny I mean bull shit, Lucasfilm has never shown support for John Boyega through the years as he’s faced years of racism from both the Star Wars Community and from folks within their own company.

In fact, even during the push to boycott John’s casting, Lucasfilm had never said a word in support of John Boyega.

They showed zero support for the STAR of their own new trilogy, yet were sure to put his face eveywhere in the marketing

And this got me thinking how much they had used John Boyega’s Finn in the marketing of the film “The Force Awakens” to advertise a Black Jedi, and how even the film had set it up, and yet John Boyega had this to stay in regards to how The Last Jedi treated him and his character.

And through the years, many folks would defend Lucasfilm under the excuse that the story of Rey and Kylo was actually the main story, that Finn was just a red herring or that his story would take away from hers.

Well to all those people, get your clown shoes because Daisy Ridley just said “LOL NOP!” to all that.

So no, they never had Rey’s story nailed down. They never had Kylo’s story either. Think about that, in a story where Rey could have been anything and everything always had to be about Kylo, Finn was sidelined for no reason.

Oh, wait. I know the reason and I talked about it in this video in detail:

So I’m just wondering, if Lucasfilm stood with the Black community, why did they sideline Finn? If Lucasfilm actually stood with John Boyega, why did they not only show zero support for him until they could use it for PR? Lucasfilm never stood with the Black Community, it never stood with John Boyega, and they deserve all the backlash they’re getting for this fake woke trilogy.

Retweet this so everyone knows what they did, so they know how they lied, and if you stand with John Boyega 

I Stand With John Boyega

wakanda

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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{boxing n tom}

okay but that boxing video? i’m deceased and very inspired so enjoy these 725 words of fluff. :-)

Your arms were crossed, one arm pulled out and holding a bottle of water that you had pressed against your chin. Your back was up against the wall of the gym, your eyes trailing Tom’s figure as it moved around the boxing ring. His shorts hung low on his hips; his hair bouncing slightly on his forehead with every move his body made.

You could see the muscles in his arms flex every time he would throw a punch, causing you to subconsciously bite your lower lip. A little buzzer went off and Tom threw one last punch at the pads the trainer had on his hands. His arms fell down to his sides and he shook them out, rolling his shoulders back to loosen his muscles.

You dropped your water bottle and pushed off of the wall. Your legs carried you to the ring, your fingers resting on top of the elevated mat. Tom’s back was too you as he swigged back water from his own bottle.

“Hey there, handsome,” you chirped, a radiant smile on your face. He turned around, a smile erupting on his features when he saw you.

“Darling, you’re here!” you pulled yourself up and into the ring, standing in front of him, you back now against the ropes along the perimeter. He stepped closer to you, pulling you against him by your hips. One of your hands reached up and ran a hand through his curls that were a bit damp from sweat.

You reached up your other hand, twirling his hair around your fingers. Tom let out a low chuckle. “Whatcha doing, love?” You smiled.

“Your hair looks pretty, s’all,” your fingers continued to thread through his hair, before they slid down his face and onto his biceps. You looked up and gave a bright smile, leaning in real close to his ear. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat when your lips brushed against his earlobe.

You paused for a moment before speaking, “I’m actually really tired right now.” Tom groaned, playfully pushing you off of him.

“Dammit, (Nickname), that’s not fair!” he whined, causing you to laugh. You linked your fingers together, pulling him over to you. You reached up, giving him a quick kiss.

“Sorry, sorry, I love you,” you giggled, pressing your lips against his again. Tom smiled a bit, releasing his hands from yours and running his fingertips from your hips up to your sides. He gave your sides a quick squeeze causing you to let out a little squeak and pull back from him. He let out a laugh as you gave his arm a light smack.

“You did not just tickle me,” you warned and he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. Your own eyes slightly widened as you slowly backed away and to the side from him. “Uh, uh I know that look Thomas Stanley.”

“What look?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and feigning innocence. “That look.”

He only shook his head and stretched his hands out to try and tickle you again. You let out another squeal and ducked around him, running around the small boxing ring.

“You really don’t have much space to run or hide, love,” his voice was teasing and you tried to run faster, not that it would do you much good. You felt him catch up to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you slightly in the air. You let out a mix between a laugh and a squeal as he spun you in a circle.

"Tom, put me down,” you laughed. His fingers tickled your sides and you laughed harder, bending forward against his strong hold on your waist. You could hear his laughter directly in your ears when your back pressed against his chest again. You felt the ground beneath your feet and spun around in his arms, reaching your fingers up to play with his curls again.

“You look really pretty right now babydoll,” he said, reaching a hand up to push a piece of hair that had fallen from your ponytail, behind your ear. Your cheeks flushed and you leaned up to press your lips to his again.

“Love you, pretty boy,” you mumbled against his mouth. You could feel his smile as he mumbled back, “Love you too, pretty girl.”

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