No Thoughts Just This Comparison

to ICE: fuck off and eat curb.

to my homies: KNOW YOUR RIGHTS.

don't open the door.

ask for the warrant signed by a judge

ask for a lawyer

don't sign shit

don't answer a single question

remember: ICE comes knocking?

they need a warrant. ask them to slide it under the door. no warrant, no entry. ask for an interpreter. it's your right to understand what's going on. don't answer a single question. that whole "anything you say can and will be used against you" is true. tight lips = ICE shits. lawyer the fuck up. do some research on immigration lawyers in your city / state. and don't sign anything. nothing.

and if ICE shows up on the clock?

your employer needs to share your employment eligibility, but they don't have to say shit about your immigration status to ICE. always know your individual rights.

MAKE A PLAN. LEAN ON TRUSTED COMMUNITY. KEEP YOUR DOCUMENTS SAFE.

PEDRO PASCAL

Sundance Film Festival 2024 // "Freaky Tales" premiere in Oakland, California, 2025

PEDRO PASCAL on Jimmy Kimmel Live | March 2025

Rosie’s gif fics

MDNI ☆Spencer Reid x Wife!reader

Warnings: smut, dom!Spencer, dirty talk, pet names, short

Spencer’s hand a trail up and down your sides. Grabbing your hips as he moves his. Thrusting into yours making all kinds of noises a man of his intelligence shouldn’t be making. He is down bad for you. Has been ever since the first day you walked into the room all those years ago and laughed at his stupid joke.

He had gone away with work again to catch some bad guy while you had to stay home waiting for him to come back. Some nights it was hard, missing waking up with him next to you. So when Spencer comes home he is sure to make up for his disappearance.

“Feel good sweetheart?” He says before placing a gentle kiss on your neck, his ‘beard’ tickling you slightly. Lips hovering above it before he groans. His thrusting in and out of you feeling so good he doesn’t want to ever stop.

You nod quickly before letting out a moan, looking into the eyes of the man you call your husband. His necklace that you had bought him as a gift that he will never not be wearing is gently hitting your chin.

Spencer’s hand comes up to your ribs as he brings his face closer to yours. Lips above yours before he tilts his head to kiss your lips. His thrusts don’t stop nor slow as he moves his hand to grip your cheek.

He pulls his lips off yours to let out a groan, eyes closing. He loves this, he loves you. God he loves you.

“I’m close baby. You gonna cum with me?” He says which earns a whine and a nod from you. Too blissed out to reply verbally.

Spencer just smirks, gripping your chin tighter as he kisses you again.

“I can feel you tightening around me sweetheart.” Spencer’s words make you moan again. Sometimes the words that come out of that man’s mouth shocks you. You can’t believe this is the same man who once would get all flustered by a kiss on the cheek. He’s definitely changed, his jobs changed.

You love him any way he is. Cause deep down he’s still that nerdy boy who pushed his glasses up his nose every couple minutes.

“I’m gonna cum.” You finally speak up after being practically non verbal for the past five minutes. Your hand grips the man’s bicep as his fingers trail down your body. Going to the place that he knows is going to drive you insane.

His fingers reach your clit, slowly rubbing circles as he smiles against your lips in a teasing manner. He knows how to turn you into a moaning mess in his hands. Took him a couple of years to learn it. But he knows it now. You showed him when you first started dating how too. And he’s just got better with time, perfecting it.

His free hand is placed in yours. Interlocking your fingers. Making this experience more intimate.

“Cum on my cock baby.” Spencer places another kiss softly to your lips. His sweet kiss is completely different to the way he’s thrusting into you. Showing his two personalities in this moment.

With his words you don’t hold back and release. The noises that come out of your mouth are pornographic. Filling the room as you look up him who releases shortly after you. Not wanting to wait any longer.

He helps you ride it out with him before pulling out and laying on his back. Panting that matches yours as he looks up at the ceiling.

Both of you lay there silently for a couple minutes. Just lingering in the events that had just happened. You’re so happened back.

Your hand lands on his chest before slowly moving down further. Spencer chuckles before grabbing your wrist.

Let’s just say that wasn’t the only round of the night.

a/n: i love me a spicy Spencer. not proof read either bbys

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING 2001 | dir. Peter Jackson

reminder to all 14-19 year olds girls. that grown man does not like you. you are a victim