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GUYS we need more Van Helsing fics PLEASE Hugh looked so delicious in that movie it was so good and so campy and so lone hero and he's criminally underwritten

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Please send this person some requests please

𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼ˊ𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒٫ 𝐼ˊ𝑚 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑢𝑔𝘩ˊ𝑠 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 (𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚) :))

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Fuck Donald Duck Trump

this blog hates donald trump

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Also btw trump recognizing only "the two biological sexes" harms intersex people too. I am a researcher of sex and it's affects on disease, and sex is far more complicated than "two sexes" and it always will be. Sex is multifaceted and there are far more than two binary sexes. Keep that in mind too. Don't fall into bioessentialism as you fight for trans people and intersex people.

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every so often i will come across a macklemore lyric that just… catches me so fucking off guard

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holy shit y’all should watch this one, what an admirable person

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Already seeing people on tiktok saying “I still hate trump but he ate with this one” like … babes … you just got propagandized … that’s literally exactly what he created this situation in the hopes you would say …

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Need!!!!

I really need a Han Jeong-won x female reader story, it's just beautiful.

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Reminder for when he “saves” it. He was the one who wanted this, and now he gets to be the hero and win favour with young constituents. Don’t give him the credit for fixing his own problem.

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She Keeps Calling

October London - She Keeps Calling

Oh

Baby, yeah

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling streets of Washington, D.C. Amidst the hum of city life, Kamala Harris found herself lost in thought, her mind echoing with the laughter and warmth of Y/n, the person who had captured her heart. It was a typical day for the vice president, filled with meetings and speeches, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the moments they shared—those fleeting glances, the subtle touches that ignited something deep within her.

Kamala leaned against her desk, the soft music of October London’s “She Keeps Calling” playing softly in the background. The lyrics resonated with her; each word felt like a secret he had whispered just for her, a confession of longing and desire. She closed her eyes, letting the melody wash over her as she recalled the first time Y/n had walked into her life.

Oh

She keeps callin' me, yeah

I tried, but I can't leave, yeah

You got me roped in, sippin' your potion, yeah, yeah

Oh, I swore to myself that this time I'd give you up, yeah

But all I know is you're, oh

It was an unexpected meeting—a charity event where their paths crossed briefly. Kamala was drawn to Y/n’s infectious energy, the way they lit up every room they entered, captivating everyone with their charm. It didn’t take long for her to realize that beneath Y/n’s playful exterior lay a depth of intellect and compassion that matched her own.

As the days turned into weeks, their connection deepened. They would send messages back and forth, sharing late-night conversations that felt electric. Kamala found herself looking forward to their chats, her heart racing whenever she saw Y/n’s name pop up on her phone. Yet, each time she heard the familiar sound of a text notification, a part of her worried about what it meant.

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

“She keeps calling,” Kamala thought, the line from the song ringing true. There was a magnetic pull between them, one that was impossible to ignore. Each interaction left her wanting more, craving the way Y/n made her feel—alive, seen, adored.

One evening, after a long day spent in meetings, Kamala decided to invite Y/n over to unwind. Her nerves fluttered as she prepared her home, wanting everything to be perfect. She set up a cozy living area, candles flickering softly, a light jazz playlist accompanying the ambiance. When Y/n arrived, they brought with them an energy that filled the room, instantly lifting Kamala’s spirits.

Oh, it seems I've gotten deep, yeah (gotten deep, yeah)

And the odds are up against me, yeah (oh, yeah)

Been there and done that, don't know why I come back, yeah

Oh-oh, don't know why I stick around for you

I don't know why, but I do, oh-oh

They settled onto the couch, sharing stories and laughter, the comfort of their friendship enveloping them like a warm blanket. As the night wore on, Kamala felt a shift in the air, a tension that hung between them like unspoken words. She looked into Y/n’s eyes, seeing the spark of connection mirrored back at her.

“Y/n,” Kamala started, her heart pounding. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Before she could continue, Y/n smiled—a knowing smile that sent butterflies spiraling in Kamala’s stomach. “You don’t have to say anything, you know. I feel it too.”

Relief washed over Kamala, mixed with exhilaration. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied, their gaze unwavering. “It’s like… no matter how busy our lives get, you’re always on my mind. I can’t help but be drawn to you. It’s as if you call out to me, and I just can’t resist.”

Kamala felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. “I thought it was just me. You keep calling to me too, and I’m so hooked on you, Y/n. You make everything brighter.”

As they spoke, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts racing in sync. The lyrics of the song echoed in Kamala’s mind again, highlighting the undeniable truth of their feelings.

With an impulsive move, Kamala took Y/n’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and felt the electricity surge between them. They share a moment of silence, soaking in the realization that they were on the cusp of something new—something powerful.

“I don’t want to be just friends anymore,” Kamala admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with joy as they squeezed her hand gently. “Me neither. Let’s see where this takes us.”

And in that moment, Kamala knew she was ready to embrace whatever came next, fully aware that Y/n was the one she wanted by her side. They shared a shy smile, a promise of something beautiful blooming between them—one that would surely thrive amidst the chaos of their lives, echoing the sentiment of the song that had brought them both to this very moment.

As the night went on, Kamala and Y/n fell deeper into conversation, the boundaries of friendship fading as they explored the uncharted territories of their hearts. Time slipped away, and for Kamala Harris, the woman who held a tremendous position of power, it felt wonderfully liberating to simply be vulnerable with.

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more, more

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Anyone else feeling particularly radicalized by the TikTok ban?

I’ve been on edge all day. Scrolling through the app seeing all my favorite creators say goodbye. Crying at the thought of their small businesses failing. It’s been heartbreaking to see.

Unanimous. The Supreme Court voted unanimously to ban this app. Before gun control. Before healthcare reform. Before anything. The whole government is more worried about a fucking app.

It’s because they don’t want us communicating. If you keep the ants separated it takes a lot longer for things to happen amongst them. All I’ll say is this.. let this radicalize you, we need your rage.

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oh my god...

so the first screenshot is trying to look this up on tiktok normally, "donald trump rigged election" and it says that search violates community guidelines.

the second screenshot is looking up the same exact thing, but with a (australian) vpn on. canadian vpn didn't fix it fyi.

THIS is exactly the type of censorship to be looking out for on tiktok. this actually is crazy.

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nobody say a fucking word about tumblr we can’t remind these billionaires we exist

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americans. listen to me. you did this before, you can do it again. i don't doubt for a single second that'll be tough going and you're going to see the most damning diabolical shit from that orange man from day zero but don't let him win. fight for whatever you believe in and push back as much as possible. as samwise gamgee would say 'there is some good in this world, mr frodo, and it's worth fighting for"

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Trump just declared that there are only 2 genders, so this is your reminder to get WEIRDER and QUEERER gang