Hey Guys... Please Dont Tag Any Pregnancy Art Or Stories As Tokophobic Or Tokophobia. Those Tags Are

hey guys... please dont tag any pregnancy art or stories as tokophobic or tokophobia. those tags are specifically for people to speak about their fear of pregnancy and childbirth so your posts are very traumatizing for us to see in our space for the exact opposite kinda things. tags like 'tw tokophobia' and 'tw tokophobic' are fine bc those are for content (and many of us have those blocked) while the others are for other tokophobic ppl to use and converse. if you are trying to help tokophobic people avoid your works the best way is to tag anything related to pregnancy or childbirth in the way i mentioned above or as 'tw pregnancy'. now i had to look at the word pregnancy more times than i ever wanted so i rlly hope someone actually listens to this. </3

Don't stop talking about them. We need to be their voice.

Inspired by the amazing poem by dana

When did you decide you wanted to be a monster-fucker?

Decide? Baby, there was no other option. There’s no version of me that hasn’t always been fucking. those. monsters.

choso who makes you squirt for the very first time, having absolutely no clue what he’s just done to you - but knows instantly that he loves it.

your brain scrambles together the words to explain to him to its normal!! it’s natural!! it means he made you feel real good!! but you have no time to make the words make sense because he’s already pushing your legs further apart, forcing you to relax back into the sheets & damn determined to make you do it again. the wetness of your previous orgasm stains his face and the sheets but in choso’s mind… he needs more.

his eyes are blazed wide like a man desperately searching for water as his face returns between your thighs. he grips them in his large hands, encouraging you to use him and do whatever you need to make yourself come for him again. not that it’s surprising. this man devotes himself to your pleasure, unintentionally overstimming you is the norm with choso - sweet, sweet boy who’s only goal is to please you until you are completely spent.

he laps at you with vigour - every lick, swipe and suck laced with love as he completely devours your sacred sex with his goal in mind. it’s not long before you can feel it again. “ch-choso!” you squeak out, reaching for his hair as your head rolls back against the pillow. he murmurs a knowing sound as two fingers press deep inside. you instantly come undone once again, your essence gushing against choso’s mouth as he can’t help but moan happily, his hands gripping the plush flesh of your thighs even harder as he forces himself to stop lapping at your precious cunt. you breathe heavily, coming down from the sweet ecstasy he never fails to deliver as you try to ignore the soaked sheets underneath you.

“th-think you can -?” panting still, choso looks away bashfully for a moment as he adjusts himself onto his knees, gently stroking his neglected member left in lieu of pleasuring his favourite girl. his shyness fades, arousal building once again as he speaks more confidently.

“think you can do that on my cock, baby?”

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a/n: i had to write something quickly for him because i’m o b s e s s e d

This mother has lost all of her children at once by Israeli air strikes. She refuses to wash her hands when people tell her to because she doesn't want to lose the last real thing she has left of them.

"My kids are gone. My kids are gone, people. God take care of them please, I can't bear this anymore." Then at the end she asks if all of their bodies have been brought to the hospital, she says: "Did they bring mohammed? Where is he?"

How does a person just go on after this? Demand a ceasefire now. Don't stay silent, reblog amd repost and do everything you can to make this genocide stop!