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What do you make of some of the tumblr presidential fan accounts and their activities? Shitposting, fanart, bizarre headcanons, etc?
There are A LOT of those fan sites about the Presidents and the Presidency on Tumblr! I'm shocked at the sheer number of them that have been popping up over the past few years. I don't follow very many other Tumblrs, but they are frequently recommended to me on my dashboard and I often see my stuff being reblogged by them, so I do notice them and know what you are referencing. I usually don't follow them, but it's not because I'm some sort of history snob. I've just never followed all that many blogs here on Tumblr. Some of those Presidential fan sites on Tumblr can be weird and seem to have some goofy posts and reblogs that I just don't "get", but that's normally just due to the fact that I'm old and boring and socially incompetent. Even though I'm probably one of the OGs of Presidential history blogs on Tumblr because I started Dead Presidents in 2008 (!!!), my site has always been pretty normal, straightforward history for those 15+ years. For the first few years, I even tried to steer away from being too political because I worried it would interfere with the credibility of the history writing I was publishing on Tumblr. That all changed in 2015 when I couldn't stay on the sidelines as Trumpism started taking over. But my Tumblr has always been mostly conventional, and a lot of those Presidential fan sites are very much unconventional.
I think because of that the assumption would be that I'm annoyed or dismissive of the Presidential fan Tumblrs that you mentioned because of how unconventional they can be. However, that's not the case at all. I actually think it's really fucking cool that so many young people -- and most of those Presidential fandom Tumblrs belong to really young people -- are into history, especially Presidential history, so much that they've shaped their own little universe about it. There's some really creative stuff that I've seen when sites are recommended and pop up on my dashboard. I'm particularly impressed by the Presidential fan art that a lot of these kids are posting. They are having fun and they are finding unique ways to expand history literacy, which has always been one of my main goals for creating Dead Presidents in the first place, posting original writing, and answering questions over the years.
Again, some of the stuff goes completely over my head and I don't understand the memes because I'm old, but I still think it's really cool that people are finding their own path into the field of Presidential history -- a subject I've spent most of my life interested in and hopeful that I might be able to interest others in. And, despite what a lot of those fan sites might look like at first-glance or appear to be while quickly skimming through dashboard recommendations, a lot of these kids who are curating the sites genuinely know their shit! It's great and I'm excited by the idea that there are creators finding new ways to introduce these subjects and these endlessly fascinating stories to diverse new audiences.
At its core, history is always just a collection of connected stories about people, and with so many talented young folks finding and creating original ways of telling those stories I want to support and encourage those efforts. From what I can tell, there are a lot of these Presidential fan sites that follow me on Tumblr because I've been around forever and it's pretty easy to remember that I write about the Presidency because of my blog's name. This might make me sound even more ancient than I already am and nobody needs my validation to keep doing what they are already doing well and successfully, but I'm proud to see the work that those young people are doing to further their own interests in Presidential history and inspire history literacy through their own creativity. Those memes and fan art can animate and energize far different -- and newer -- audiences than my 3,000-word essays about Presidential history and that's so important. They are appealing to demographics that I can't reach as easily and in ways that I never would have thought of, and I'm always going to be an advocate for that (even if I never understand the memes!). And the most important part is that they are having fun exploring history and making history fun for new explorers.
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The Imperfect Couple - 11
Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader
Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.
Warning: The couple's arguments could be triggering.
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As Bucky stood in front of you, his expression calm, like everything was normal, a surge of anger rose within you. After everything that had just happenedâafter he spilled details of your private life to the pressâyou couldnât believe he had the audacity to act like it meant nothing.
"You thought that telling the press about our marriage would magically make everyone stay quiet? That weâd just be OK?" Your voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. You watched as his jaw tightened, but he didnât answer.
"And now⌠youâre still keeping secrets." You shook your head, frustration and disbelief coursing through you. "Now itâs about Steve."
Bucky's eyes flickered with somethingâguilt, maybe. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke coldly, "About that. I will bring it to my grave."
His words hit you harder than any blow could have. You stepped closer, heart pounding in your chest, barely able to control the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside. "Your grave? Thatâs your answer?"
You laughed bitterly, though there was no humor in it. "How dare you stand there and act like thatâs acceptable? How dare you think you can keep doing thisâlying, manipulating, keeping me in the darkâjust because you think youâre protecting me?"
Buckyâs eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent. That silence only fueled your anger further.
"You think I donât know what youâre doing? Youâre so used to pulling the strings, making decisions behind everyoneâs back, and pretending like itâs all for the greater good. But youâre not saving anyone, Bucky. Least of all me." Your voice cracked, and you hated yourself for itâhated how much you still cared, despite everything.
He opened his mouth, but you didnât let him speak.
"You think after everything Iâve been through with your family, with Steve, that I donât deserve the truth? That Iâm just supposed to trust you after everything youâve done to me? After you let them destroy me?" Your voice rose, the pain spilling out of you like a flood that had been held back for far too long.
"You didnât protect me then, and youâre not protecting me now. You're protecting yourself. Because you're scared. You're scared that once I know the whole truth, Iâll finally be done with you."
Buckyâs face was set in stone, but you could see the cracks forming. His silence was loud, deafening, but you werenât done. You werenât letting him get away with it this time.
"You think Iâm stupid enough to believe that thisâwhatever this isâis love? You control everything. You manipulate everything around you so that you never have to feel like youâre losing. But you are, Bucky." You stepped back, your chest rising and falling with the weight of everything you were saying. "Youâre losing me. Every secret you keep, every lie you tell, youâre pushing me further away."
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The room felt too small, the air too thick. Buckyâs fists clenched at his sides, but still, he didnât say a word.
"Iâm glad I never got pregnant," you whispered, voice shaking. "Iâm glad I never brought a child into thisâinto your mess. Because no child deserves to grow up with a father like you."
That was the final blow, and you saw it hit him like a punch to the gut. His eyes darkened, and for the first time, Bucky seemed truly shaken. But even then, he said nothing.
The silence between you stretched, unbearable, suffocating. You turned away from him, the weight of your words still hanging in the air, and walked out. Neither of you said anything as you left the room, but you both knew that something had broken between youâsomething that might never be fixed.
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As the door closed behind you, Bucky stood frozen, your words reverberating through his mind like the relentless echo of a nightmare. "I'm glad I never got pregnant."
That one sentence hit him harder than any punch he'd ever taken, harder than any bullet wound or battle scar. It was as if you had found the one part of him still vulnerable, still achingâthe part he had tried so hard to protectâand you had driven a dagger straight into it.
The idea of building a family with you had always been his greatest hope, even if he had never said it out loud. He had pictured it in quiet moments, in the silence of the night when his thoughts wandered. A future with youâa family. The idea of you carrying his child, of starting something new and pure with you, had always been a flicker of light in the darkness that consumed him.
But now, that light was gone.
The bitterness of your words seeped into him, mixing with the sour taste of guilt that had been festering inside him for years. He clenched his fists, staring at the space where you had stood, feeling the weight of everything he had doneâor failed to doâcrushing down on him.
Youâre losing me. Every secret you keep, every lie you tell, youâre pushing me further away.
He had never meant for it to be this way. He had convinced himself, again and again, that the lies, the manipulation, the controlâit was all to protect you. To keep you safe from the chaos of his world. But in doing so, he had become the very thing that was destroying you. He was supposed to shield you, to be your safe haven, and yet here you were, crumbling before him because of his choices.
But you are, Bucky. Youâre losing me.
The thought of losing youâof you walking away from him for goodâwas unbearable. He had always believed that no matter what happened, he could somehow fix things, that he could make you see that everything he did, he did out of love. But now, standing in the aftermath of your fury, he realized that he had underestimated just how deep the damage went.
The one dream that had kept him groundedâthe thought of a family, a future with youâwas now tainted. What was once a vision of hope and happiness now felt sour, like something spoiled and irreparable. The idea of a family with you, once so precious and sacred in his heart, now felt like a bitter reminder of all the ways he had failed you.
And the worst part? He knew it was his fault. He had driven you to this point, pushed you to the edge with his secrets and his selfishness. He had always told himself he was doing it for you, but now he saw the truth: it had been for him. He was terrified of losing control, terrified of losing you, and in trying to hold on too tightly, he had begun to suffocate the very thing he cherished most.
Bucky swallowed hard, the taste of regret sharp on his tongue. He had always been good at compartmentalizing his feelings, at shoving his pain deep down where it couldnât touch him. But not this time. This time, there was no escaping the ache. The words you had thrown at him had hit their mark with deadly precision, and there was no denying the truth in them.
His Achilles' heelâhis desire to build a family with you, to have a life with youâwas now the source of his deepest pain. And as much as he wanted to believe he could fix it, that he could win you back, a cold, bitter part of him knew that it might be too late.
For the first time, Bucky felt something he hadnât in a long time: true helplessness. The kind that gnawed at his chest, leaving a hollow ache behind.
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After the heated argument with Bucky, you retreated to your room, feeling the weight of the conversation bearing down on you. The tension between you two was suffocating, and you needed to escapeâif only for a moment. Grabbing your phone, you called Greg.
âIs there an activity that doesnât involve me being around Bucky?â you asked, your voice strained.
âAfter the recent debate, the two of you donât have many joint schedules. You can pretty much do whatever you want,â Greg replied.
You sighed, staring at the ceiling. âWhat am I going to do?â you murmured to yourself, feeling utterly lost. Just then, your phone buzzed with a text from Hazel: âCan you babysit Nate for a while?â
A smile tugged at your lips, the tension momentarily lifting. Babysitting Nate felt like the perfect distraction. You quickly typed back: âYes.â
An idea struck you. You decided to pick him up from school yourself, giving you something to occupy your mind. Arriving at the prestigious Catholic school, you were struck by its grandeurâstately brick buildings, perfectly manicured lawns, and an imposing church at the center of the campus. You shouldnât have been surprised; of course, Nate would attend a place like this, surrounded by privilege and tradition.
As you walked through the campus, the sound of bells ringing faintly in the background, your eyes fell on the old church. Its large wooden doors stood open, inviting anyone seeking solace. You hadnât set foot inside a church in years, and now, as you watched parents filtering in to pray, something stirred within you.
Your gaze shifted to a woman who emerged from a confessional booth, her face serene. Sheâd just finished her confession, and for some reason, that simple act gripped you. A sudden, overwhelming urge came over you.
Before you knew it, you were standing inside the dimly lit church, walking down the aisle toward the confessional. You hesitated for a moment, staring at the closed wooden door of the confessional booth, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, with a deep breath, you stepped inside and knelt down.
âBless me, Father, for I have sinned,â you began, your voice shaky. âItâs been five years since my last confession.â
The priestâs gentle voice echoed through the screen. âGo on, child.â
You took a breath, gathering your thoughts. âI donât even know where to start. The first thing I need to confess is what my ex-husbandâno, my husbandâhas done to me. All this time, I thought I was free. I thought Iâd divorced him, that I was my own person again. But it turns out he never finalized the papers. For five years, Iâve believed I was single. And now⌠now I find out Iâm still married to him.â A bitter laugh escaped your lips. âIsnât that just the cruelest joke?â
You could hear the priest listening in silence, giving you space to speak.
âThe worst part is, he lied to me. He kept this truth from me for years, letting me live in ignorance. I feel like such a fool. And now⌠heâs forced me into this agreement. A contract, of sorts. One year, he says. One year, and then weâll officially be divorced. I canât forgive him for this, for manipulating me into this situation.â
Your hands balled into fists as you spoke, your voice trembling. âHeâs changed. I donât like it. He used to be someone I trusted, but now heâs nothing but a man pulling strings behind the scenes, controlling everything.â
The anger surged through you, but beneath it, something else was thereâsomething you didnât want to acknowledge.
âI hate myself for agreeing to help him, for pretending like everythingâs fine when itâs not. Iâm exhausted from lying to myself, from keeping up appearances just to spite his mother. And whatâs worse⌠I still care about him. After everything heâs done, part of me still cares.â
The priestâs voice was calm, gentle. âChild, do you want to quit? To walk away from this?â
You sat there in silence for a moment, your heart heavy with indecision. âNo,â you finally whispered, the word almost surprising you. âNo, I donât.â
A bitter laugh escaped your lips again. âItâs funny, Father. Iâve always had this strong instinct to run. Whenever Iâve felt like I needed to get out, to escape a situation, that instinct has never failed me. But now? Now I donât understand. I could've run. I could've leave him, butâŚâ
The priestâs voice cut through your rambling thoughts. âWhat feelings do you have now?â
You swallowed hard, the word slipping out before you could stop it. âStay.â
The silence in the booth seemed to echo that single word. You could feel tears prickling at your eyes, the conflict inside you tearing you apart. âI donât understand it. Every night, when Iâm alone, I think about leaving him, and yet, something inside me tells me to stay. I donât know why.â
The priest spoke softly, a sense of wisdom in his words. âThere is a reason for everything, child. But the answer may not be clear to you yet. You must trust in Godâs timing.â
âGodâs timing,â you repeated, the words feeling foreign in your mouth.
âItâs no coincidence that you are here today,â the priest continued. âThere is a purpose to everything, even when we cannot see it clearly. Trust that God is working in your life, even through your confusion and pain.â
âA purpose?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. âIâm not sure I understand.â
âSometimes, we are placed in situations not for our own understanding, but to fulfill a greater plan. The burdens you carry now may reveal a deeper truth in time.â
You nodded, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over you, even as the conflict within you remained.
The priest offered a simple prayer for guidance and peace, his voice soft and steady.
You whispered, âAmen,â making the sign of the cross as tears silently streamed down your face.
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After confessing, you stepped out of the confessional booth, feeling an unexpected lightness in your shoulders, as though the weight you'd been carrying for years had been lifted, if only for a moment. A faint smile touched your lips, the tension easing. Then, you heard the bell ringâits echo followed by the excited chatter of children ready to go home.
You waited near the entrance, looking out for Nate, but as minutes passed, he still hadnât appeared. A sense of worry started to creep in. You scanned the crowd of children, but there was no sign of him. Your footsteps quickened as you walked around, the knot in your stomach tightening.
Then, you heard itâa familiar giggle. You followed the sound and froze. Nate was hanging in midair, swinging by his arms as two tall boys, older than him, held him up at the playground.
And then you saw him. Steve Rogers.
You blinked in disbelief, dumbfounded. What is he doing here?
The two boysâtall, blonde, and strikingly familiarâwere clearly the Rogers twins, Steveâs sons. Both carried a mix of Steve and Peggy's features, but Steve's strong genes dominated; their blonde hair and sharp jawlines were unmistakably his.
An unsettled feeling stirred in your chest. There was something about those twins that always made you uneasy, though you couldn't quite pinpoint why. And what were high school boys doing, playing with a first-year elementary kid?
âAunty!â Nateâs cheerful voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He had noticed you before you could even call out to him. He wriggled free from the boys and sprinted toward you, his small arms reaching out.
Your heart swelled as he hugged you tightly. Compared to the rest of the Barnes family, being with Nate always felt like a breath of fresh air.
âI missed you,â Nate said, his face beaming up at you.
How could your heart not melt at that?
Before you could respond, the Rogers twins greeted you politely, âHello, Mrs. Barnes.â
You smiled at them, though unease lingered. âHi, William. Hi, Charles.â
âYou still remember us?â William asked, his voice surprisingly mature.
âOf course. And both of you are so kind, playing with Nate,â you replied, though your eyes remained cautious.
âWell, our families are close partners,â Charles added, patting Nate gently on the head. âAnd our dad told us to be good role models for this champ.â
âHehe,â Nate giggled, not fully understanding but clearly enjoying being called a champion.
âSee you, buddy,â the twins said in unison, giving Nate a fist bump before heading toward their car.
Then Steve approached you, his expression a mix of surprise and something else, as if he hadnât expected to see you here.
âHey,â he greeted, his voice calm but with a hint of hesitation.
âHey,â you replied, crossing your arms instinctively, keeping a certain distance.
Steve glanced at you and then down at Nate, who was busy looking through his backpack. âHow are things with you and Bucky?â
Your lips curled into a wry smile. âSinking ship.â
Steve raised an eyebrow. âTitanic?â
Before you could respond, Nate, ever the sharp listener, jumped in. âTitanic?â he repeated, drawing a laugh from Steve.
"He's a ray of sunshine." Steve chuckled softly and patted Nateâs head in that gentle, fatherly way that almost made you pause. It seemed that in your absence, Steve had grown closer to Nate, filling in a role you hadnât even realized was vacant.
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As you sat in the car with Nate, the bond between you felt like a warmth you hadnât experienced in a long time. Nate chatted excitedly beside you, his small hands gesturing animatedly as he talked about how happy he was to stay with you.
âAunty, I missed you so much! Itâs been forever,â he said, his smile infectious. âAnd guess what? I get to stay with Uncle Bucky too!â
Your heart ached a little at the mention of Bucky, but Nateâs joy overrode it, at least for the moment.
âYeah?â you replied, brushing a hand through Nateâs hair. âThat sounds fun.â
Nate nodded eagerly, and then you remembered the twins. âSo, those boysâWilliam and Charlesâhow do you know them?â
âOh! I met them on my birthday,â Nate said with excitement. âThey and Uncle Steve gave me huge presents. It was so cool!â
âWow, thatâs amazing,â you said, trying to match his enthusiasm.
âYeah, since then, Iâve had two big brothers,â Nate added with a proud grin. âI always wanted a big brotherâor a little brotherâor even a little sister,â he said, his tone wistful. âI asked Mom, but she said no.â
He sighed, and you chuckled softly. The memory of meeting Hazel while she was pregnant came to mind. Back then, no one knew who Nateâs father was. Hazel had always kept her lips sealed, refusing to speak about it.
You recalled the heated arguments between Hazel and Caroline. Once, you overheard Hazel snapping, âI already continued the bloodline. Iâve done my duty. I donât want to get married. Period.â
You had admired her strength, but it also made you realize just how complicated everything had become.
Thinking back, you realized you had never heard of Hazel being in a relationship. With her status and career, she could have any man she wanted. But why was she so close with the Rogers family? What made Steve and the twins come to play with Nate after school?
A curious thought crossed your mind. Could Steve and Hazel have⌠No, you shook your head, dispelling that notion. It was impossible.
But the curiosity clawed at you. You turned to Nate, your brow furrowed. âDo Uncle Steve and the twins always play with you?â
Nate nodded enthusiastically. âYes! Uncle Steve stood beside me when the doctor injected me,â he said, lifting his sleeve to show you the sore spot on his arm. âOuchie!â
You chuckled, leaning over to blow gently on the spot, making him giggle. The sound was infectious, yet it tugged at something deeper within you, a swell of guilt rising as you wished you had kept your curiosity in check. Your instincts were telling you something else entirely.
No matter how close family friends could be, it seemed unlikely that someone like Steve would take the time to accompany Nate for his vaccination. UnlessâŚ
Nate's eyes sparkled with excitement as he leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. âOh, and he bought me ice cream and pizza! This is a secret, Aunty.â He glanced around, making sure no one was eavesdropping, his expression filled with mischief.
You chuckled, unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm. âThat sounds cool!â
Nate nodded vigorously, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. âAnd the big brothers always ask me to watch them play basketball. Theyâre so cool!â He raised his arms, mimicking a jump shot, his little face lighting up with joy.
You smiled, âSounds like a blast.â
âMy favorite part is after the game,â he continued, his eyes wide with memory. âWe always watch movies and eat caramel popcorn. Itâs delicious!â He rubbed his belly dramatically, as if savoring the taste all over again.
âDoes Uncle Steve also join in watching movies?â you asked, raising an eyebrow, hoping your instincts were wrong. Your heart raced slightly, and you felt a knot tightening in your stomach at the thought.
âYes!â Nate replied, his enthusiasm unabated. He practically bounced with joy, his small fists clenched as he hopped in place.
You sighed, feeling a frustration bubbling up. Gosh, you hated your overactive imagination and your inability to suppress your investigative instincts.
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When you arrived home, Bucky was already there. As you stepped inside, he stood up, his expression shifting from surprise to something softer at the sight of you. But before he could speak, Nate rushed forward and hugged him tightly, the excitement radiating off the little boy.
âUncle Bucky!â Nate exclaimed, squeezing him. Buckyâs face lit up with genuine happiness, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Nate's head.
âHey there, champ,â Bucky replied, his voice warm and inviting.
âI have to wash my hands and feet first!â Nate announced, darting off toward the bathroom.
With Nate out of the room, the atmosphere shifted, leaving you and Bucky alone. An awkward tension settled between you, thick enough to cut with a knife. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the motion betraying his unease.
âUhmâŚâ he began, searching for words, his gaze flicking away as if he were weighing his options.
Before he could finish his thought, you interrupted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. âWhat made you want to support a liar like Steve?â
His eyes widened, surprise mingling with a flicker of something elseâwas it defensiveness? Confusion? The air crackled with unspoken questions, and you felt the tension deepen, a mystery hanging between you, waiting to be unraveled.
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I guess this is how it started lol
Tony: You have had some awful and I mean awful ideas in the time I've known you, but this is by far the worst yet, Y/N
Y/N: I wasn't saying he should actually do it
Thor: Who should do what?
Loki: *rolling his eyes* Yes, I do so love to hear Y/N's terrible ideas
Y/N: First off, they aren't all bad, thank you. And secondly... okay, this one is pretty bad actually
*Loki raises an eyebrow and Thor folds his arms across his chest*
Peter: Y/N suggested that Loki run for president
Y/N: That's not exactly what I said-
Loki: Oh, I like that
Thor: No
Loki: What do I mean 'no'?
Tony: Absolutely not
Loki: President Loki... I quite like how that sounds actually
Y/N: Oh... this is bad
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we will survive
#at this rate sonic will be elected president#oc#furry fandom#oc: nitri#art#digital art#ms paint#pride
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This is Haribo, the shining light of my life đ
He has the cutest lips & clown makeup
His tail is extra soft and squishy
his feet have cute lil poms
And his dangly toebeans are to die for đĽş
I love this gummy bear baby to pieces.
Thatâs it. Thatâs the post. Hope you enjoy some of Hariboâs love too đ
(Huge huge huge thank you to the one & only @ejfurbish for bringing this gorgeous creature to life and letting him be part of mine - go check out their incredible furbs & custom works! đ§Ą)
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forget them, forget them!
#dead poets society#dps#dead poets fandom#dps fandom#todd anderson#eyes#dps fanart#mr president a second fanart has hit the towers#i came back to this a couple hours later and went hm. is this cringe. but we ball?
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I love it when cc!Etoiles talks about the fact that QSMP fans are specialists at overanalyzing random stuff some creators do without thinking and how cool it is.
In q!Etoiles' case for example, he is doing little RP and then does stuff because he thinks it's cool (for example changing his skin to white eyes because it looked badass) but he finds it fascinating that people will create super extensive lore theories about something so minute as using a specific word without thinking about it. And that's the beauty of fandom, and he said multiple time that those fans also contribute to the complexity of the server while some of it is kind of extreme and to the point where they think they know better than the creators themselves
#qsmp#qsmp etoiles#discourse ? ish ?#it's the beauty and complexity of fandom#he mentioned how in rp his cubito told bbh that it would be possible for forever to lose it after being elected as president#and how he got hated on on twitter for saying it yet forever DID lose it a few months afterwards abdndjfkf
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Odysseus read the Reynolds Pamphlet
The one thing I don't like about pencil is that it fades :/
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