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defense-lawyer · 8 days ago
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i seriously need to kill myself at this point its absurd
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artsninspo · 5 years ago
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NerdBae - Part VIII
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Authors Note: I’ve been loving all the feedback! Theres no hambone action in this chapter but the characters are getting somewhere. I think you all will enjoy it.
A night out with Tre was a lot for Elle to reconcile. Her first crush, the only man she’d truly admired. The way he’d always made her feel smart - even when he was the genius. The way he always listened. Her hand goes to the bracelet, a totem of his appreciation. The alcohol makes for a stir of emotions.
“I’m sorry” she blurts as they walk the strip.
“Sorry for what? Are we not having an amazing time?” Tre asks. He’d never seen this side of Elle. The grown up head turner, impressive at holding her liquor.
“About reacting so poorly to Lily, mistrusting you when you’ve always been there”  Elle speaks looking down at the pavement.
Tre sighs looking down at Elle. She’d always been a sweetheart. “That’s not the kind of relationship we’re going to have. You’re entitled to your feelings. I dropped the ball and I won’t do it again. We’re here now” his eyes are decisive.
Overwhelmed and validated Elle breathes needing reprieve for the influx of very real feelings.
“What”
“I don’t know, it’s just the way you look at me. It makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. There’s nothing you say that doesn’t come true so a relationship - I don’t know Tre it makes me excited about something.” She shrugs tucking her hair behind her ears. “You have all this stuff going on and you’re here with me”
Tre  stops sitting on a bench inviting Elle to do the same. Elle talking about her feelings was a rarity. It wasn’t something they were brought up doing.
“Stop” Elle laughs hiding her face. There was so much Tre had to say. He’d always loved her but somewhere between going away to college, starting the company and then the girls going away to college and Elle getting in a relationship he’d missed out on the woman she’d become.
“I know you thing words are cheap Elle but I’ve never felt how I feel about you with anyone else. Ever” he articulates. “And you’ve always been right here and it’s been a long time and I’m impressed and interested, I want to know everything, if you’ll let me” he confesses making Elle smile.
What a man.
The sparkle in her eye returns and Tre leans in for a quick kiss.
“Now lets have some real fun and outdrink everyone here” She smiles standing with her coquettish demeanour.
Elle couldn’t stop smiling as her and Tre chugged the south beach delicacies, dancing on the makeshift dance floors and going in and out of the clubs on the strip making friends everywhere there went. She was still that happy girl turning heads and making people smile, the life of the party and down for a good time. He could see the lust in the eyes of other men but she was his - he could feel it. Her eyes never lingered on anyone else and their connection remained strong as so many times her eyes asked him for permission, for another cocktail, to salsa with one of the bands, to karaoke.
They were polar opposites but Elle had always taken him seriously and make him feel like a man.
“Tre” she hiccups sloshed, it was a miracle she was even standing upright while in four inch stiletto sandals.
“Wanna know one of my favourite song interludes? Its pretty sexy and I think about it when I’m with you” Elle says breathy with low eyes, finally feeling the after effects of a tequila high.
“What is it?” He asks ushering her towards the car.
“No can’t” she giggles self conscious and barely making sense.
“Come on” he smiles getting a side eye.
“Tre, I’m drunk” Elle giggles wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands hold her waist as he looks down to kiss her.
“Tell me” he smiles knowing the drunk never lie and she’d never share it sober - not yet at least.
“Kiss me” Elle pouts coyly. “Kissing after might be kind of dangerous?” She hiccups again. Bowing his head Tre brings his lips to hers tasting a mix of vanilla and tequila - she follows his lead with an expertise in teasing, charging him up as she lets him take control pulling away first with a fuller pout. Her hands go from around his neck to her sides before she holds one of his arms standing beside him.
“I had a vision” Elle speaks. “A vision of my nails in the kitchen.” She continues looking up at him her eyes filled with innocence and lust. “Scratching counter tops, I was screaming” she smiles looking away as she reaches to hold his hand. “My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting” she sings giggling just a little.
“And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, Starboy
And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, (I love it), Starboy
And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, Starboy
And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, Starboy “ she finishes swaying slightly as she sings the very visual and sexually charged lyrics.
The car comes interrupting the moment and Tre lets her in the door first.
“You like that?” He asks seeing another side of her.
“I think I’d love it a lot with you” she smiles not playing fair.
“Whatever you want” he promises kissing her neck.
“Promise?” Elle whispers.
“Promise” he asserts.
The car comes to a stop in front of the apartment complex.
“I think I want to live in Miami, here.. up there” Elle specifies getting out of the car.
“What else?” Tre asks intently walking her into the elevator.
“Go to the beach in the day, swim people watch, paint, write” she shrugs standing against him and he takes the opportunity to hold her close as the elevator ascends.
“You sure, thats it?”
“What am I missing TreTre, tell me” Elle turns tilting her head and tempting his true nature.
“It’s your hearts desires, I don’t know what they are you tell me and we make them happen”
“Okay genie” Elle giggles walking out. “So I can have this place?”
“Yes”
“Good” Elle plops onto the couch taking off her heels.
“Anything else?” Tre asks removing his shoes.
“Sounds like you have the ideas?” Elle turns as he sits allowing her to rest her feet on his leg.
“I don’t hear anything about me in that plan?” Tre massages her feet. Elles eyes roll shut at the sensation of him relieving so much tension.
“You’re always going to be a part of my life” her words and eyes are sincere. “Whats your plan? You’re the smart one who makes things happen” Elle muses sleepily.
“Well, if you move here i’ll probably start to shift business here so I can be here more.” He says tentatively.
“Mhmm” she responds closing her eyes.
“Maybe in a year or so I can step down from day to day and do strictly the development of the new stuff” he adds. “You, Gina and our Moms will be set. I wake up beside you at least three days a week, maybe you have a rock on your ring finger”. Tre smiles at the thought but Elle doesn’t respond. Tre smiles when he sees she’s asleep carrying her to bed to sleep comfortably.
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The sounds of Tre working out wake Elle up. She smiles sitting up in her clothes from the night out and seeing water and tylenol on the bedside table.
Way to go Ellie. She thinks to herself rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. The place was incredible with twin everything except for the large tub by the window overlooking the city.
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Once dressed and refreshed from her shower she follows the sounds finding Tre in a fitness room she’d failed to discover yesterday. Focused and sweating he puts himself through some kind of torturous work out like the madman he is.
“Good-morning, how are you feeling?” He removes his ear pods. His concern is genuine.
“Fine, that wasn’t even tequila Tina - I was a pretty good girl” Elle laughs tip toeing to peck his lips.
“Tequila Tina” he side eyes amused repeating her words.
“You remember everything?” He asks sitting to continue doing crunches.
“I remember we had a lot of fun, we talked , you weren’t controlling and I liked that.” She shrugs heading to the windows to look at this sides view.
“You sang” the revelation startles Elle.
“Yeah karaoke, then I might have been a little Tina, I’m a shameless drunk” she explains.
“Not just that” he mutters with an amused expression.
“Oh lord? What” she cringes leaning on the glass window to face him. He stops getting his phone with a smirk. Stargirl Interlude plays. Lana’s lyrics are unmistakably lusty, The Weeknds harmony only serves to feed her desire.
Elle lets out a nervous laugh with an oops expression.
“I think its cool, you also said you want to live here” he reminds branding her she reprieve from the tension.
“See, I’m an honest drunk. Tequila Tina has no inhibitions. This place is incredible.” Elle acknowledges.
“Noted” Tre smiles, Elles thoughts take a turn making her stand.
“I’m going to order up, want anything?” She asks trying to put distance between herself and the sexy sweaty man.
“I’m good my stuff will be here soon. I can make you breakfast - I thought you’d be asleep longer” he explains.
“You finish your workout, I’ll be fine” Elle dismisses herself scrolling through the delivery apps and finding a good old West Indian breakfast.
Her thoughts run away from her as she accepts Tres breakfast from the doorman before hers arrives. She’d been open last night. Atypical behaviour.
They’d kissed, a lot. She remembered that. He’d even danced with her to the latin music so other men wouldn’t. He’d been the perfect gentleman, never pushing too far. She could feel herself letting go of the notion that being with him wasn’t feasible.
“What’s the plan today?” Elle asks once he emerges all fresh and sweat free from his shower.
“I made us reservations at the Versace mansion since you were interested last night. Aside from that, todays what you want it to be”
“Tre you’re not playing fair, the Versace mansion?” Elle asks.
“I have a little under forty eight hours to win you over” he shrugs always competitive.
“We could do the museum district since its not that warm out”
“I’ve never been” he admits guzzling the green smoothie.
They silently coordinate sharing breakfast eating from each others containers the things they like until the food is finished. Tre sits with his arm around her running his hand up the back of her arm in thought.
“What is it?” Elle asks softly reading his contemplation. Looking up there are pieces of the Tre she’d known in adolescence. Worry, stress and some insecurity. He smiles when he can’t find the words he wants to say.
“I’m happy I agreed to come here with you Tre. I’m going to pick and outfit and we can head out” Elle sits up holding his torso. He pecks her lips some of the worry behind his eyes gone.
“Me too” he agrees but theres no toothy grin. “I realize I might’ve lied to you back at the house” he admits startling her.
“Huh?” Her face is full of concern as he wears guilt.
“Unintentionally, I promised it was your choice but I genuinely don’t think I could stop trying to fight for and us Elle. Our chemistry is one of one” he explains better than most men, honest to a fault, capable of self assessments and communication.
He looks at Elles eyes that say it all by her level of amusement at his transparency. Theres no anger or frustration just endearment as she chuckles to herself standing.
“You’ve dominated qualifiers - why psych yourself out in finals?” Elle asks speaking athlete speak and leaving him to get ready.
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Authors Note: Thanks for reading how do we feel about them finally getting some time together? Their bond, how they feel about each other. And the four letter G character was left out of this one for the most part.
Let me know your thoughts and thanks for reading! xx.
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megacircuit9universe · 4 years ago
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Electro College
THU SEP 25 2020
Well, here I am on another Thursday night... Thursday being the day of the week where the big story of the week hit’s it’s terrifying apex before dying off over the weekend, and giving way to the next big story that starts as a whisper on Monday, and builds steam over Tuesday and Wednesday.
What was last Thursday?  Suckers and Losers? What was it the week before that?  Trump telling Woodward he knew the virus was airborne and deadly back in February and deliberately lied about it?  Don’t cite me on that timeline, because the point is, every week it’s something that makes you forget what you were freaking out about last Thursday... which I guess is why I’m here?
Before we get to this week’s big story, I need to circle back to the last entry, on a Friday, when the TikTok ban was an absolute certainty... which was to take effect on Sunday.
Well... everybody on TikTok was very sad and angry about that, but then news came on Saturday afternoon that... surprise... the deal somehow went through and TikTok is here to stay... (?) (!) (?) (!)
The other big thing that happend on Friday, of course was the death of RGB, and since then, the GOP  has been in lockstep about confirming a new justice as soon as humanly possible... in bald disregard for all the arguments they made in 2016 about how voters MUST have a say in such things... even while their noses have been rubbed harder in that pile of shit, by the media, than a dog belonging to the most proactive house trainer on Earth.
But, just because 100% of the GOP from the highest offices to the lowest, have their faces covered in feces right now in defense of this move to swing the court at the 11th hour... it doesn’t mean they are all slavishly loyal to Trump.  
I’d hazzard a guess that 60% of them are only on board with this, because of the dream to overturn Roe V Wade, which goes back thirty years.  
They’d sooner kill themselves than turn down this once in a lifetime, fleeting chance to so unbalance the court, that the dream can finally come true.
But...
This urgency... from the top to the bottom... this frantic scramble... in which their faces are covered in poop, and their shoes are flying off, shirts coming untucked, tupees taking flight in the political wind... this desperation, in which they do not care what they look like to observers...
...betrays one fact.
And that is, all of them know Trump will not be reelected.
Many of them know the whole Republican Party is on the verge of losing power... for at least a generation, if not forever... thanks to Trump.
But if they can tip that Supreme Court!.. well conservatism may be able to live on for another thirty years... long enough for hyper conservatism to stage a comeback.
It’s not about saving babies, by the way.  It’s never been.  The anti-abortion movement has always been about controlling women, just as all other conservative passion projects are about controlling minorities and the poor, and gatekeeping access to status, wealth, and power.
A conservative court could keep that all rolling for them as they struggle to brainwash a new generation of their own kids to win back seats of power in the other branches of government... or so they hope!  But it’s a gamble they just have to take in this desperate hour.
Now, it is true that the slavishly loyal cabal of Trump loyalists in the Senate and a few other places do want this Supreme Court nomination rammed through for... la la la.. save the babies or whatever.. but in their heads it’s very much more about saving the coup!  
These guys, McConnell, Graham, and friends, saw a different dream within their grasp after Trump won in 2016... 
...the dream of bringing all three branches of Federal government under the control of a single Republican strong man... for good.  It was a bold vision, but... four years wasn’t gonna be enough time.
Tearing down an entire democracy is hard guys!
It takes time!
They worked as hard as they could though!  You have to give them that!
They know just as well as the rest of the GOP, that Trump will not get reelected.  Not after Covid19.  Not with Biden still ahead by seven points this long after the conventions, and this close to November 3rd.
So for them, ramming through a replacement for RGB is seen as a Hail Mary play, to outright reject the election results.  And they’ve said as much this week, as has Trump.  They’re laying the flimsy foundations for this final bid to hold power, as best they can.
Flimsy because it’s both very last minute, and also... relies on people believing their word has any value...
Sure, we’ll support a peaceful transition of power if Trump loses, we promise! But we just want to make sure elections are fair!
...in a political moment where they’re also saying out loud, FUCK WHAT I SAID RECENTLY I’M DOING A 180 AND FUCK YOU!
The idea is... the results will probably be close enough in a couple key states, that they can contest the results and take it to a pre-packed Supreme Court who will grant Trump the victory.
There was even talk of pressuring states to send Republican electors to vote for Trump, even if the popular vote totals in the imagined key states was heavily in favor of Biden.
Again, that might trigger a Supreme Court case, cuz you can’t get on a state ballot in the first place, unless you agree not to try a stunt like that, but... their packed court would rule in Trump’s favor and... American democracy as we knew it would be over.
Maybe not the most ideal way to stay in power, but... still a workable plan... or so they think.
But this plan hinges on the so-called, “red mirage,” to materlialize on election night... which is itself, a delusional theory.  
It’s based on the idea that all Democratic voters will vote by mail, while all Republican voters will vote in person.  Thus, election night results will see most states turning red, and Democrats will be in a position where they’re calling for time, for the mail in votes to slowly trickle in and be counted over the next couple weeks... promising that Biden really won it, once the final count is done.
But that’s not reality.
What is reality?  
Well, first of all, states that are too close to call don’t get colored either red or blue, so in this scenario, it’d just be a bunch of gray states that were not called either way, pending more data.
But setting that to one side, let’s look at what the reality is likely to be, and then let’s look at how things would play out... even if Red Mirage was a reality on November 3rd...
REALITY: Trumps only path to squeak out 270 electoral votes is if he wins both Wisconsin and Nevada... along with... all the states that normally turn red, such as Texas, Florida, etc.
The problem is, Biden is ahead by two to three points in both Wisconsin and Nevada... along with several of the states that normally turn red, such as Texas, Florida, etc.
This means that all Biden has to do is win either Wisconsin or Nevada, and he’s to 270... and any other normally red states he wins (and there are several which are leaning his direction right now) will only solidify that win.
But Trump has already pulled adds in Wisconsin, and Nevada... because his campaign is running out of money... which is astonishing, given how much they had to start with but... criminals like to pocket huge sums of donation money so... now they’re feeling the hurt from that, because they can’t even fight in the two states they definitely need... that Biden is winning.
Meanwhile, Biden’s got massive inflows of donation money, as have all the rest of the Democrats down ballot... thanks to what the GOPs been doing in the wake of RGB, and thanks to, “loser and suckers,” and lying to the public about Covid, etc.
Millenials, and GenZ have also not forgotten about the TikTok ban, even if they’ve gotten yet another reprieve from it, and do still very much plan to storm the polls on November 3rd, along with GenX, who elected Obama/Biden all by themselves before either of these newer, much larger gens were old enough to vote.
Trump already spooked everybody out of voting by mail several weeks ago with his assault on the USPS, and so everybody who can is already early voting... and facing resistance from illicit and illegal militia groups in some states on the early voting fronts which... in this year of bravery in the face of fascism in the streets... means only more storming of polls in every way possible to guarantee a landslide for Biden on election night, before bedtime.
Keep in mind that right now, Trump supporters are also being successfully brainwashed into thinking theres no way Trump can lose.  They have to be brainwashed to think this, so that they’ll go along with the argument (after he does lose) that it was all rigged.  
But this brainwashing beforehand means... they, are gonna stay home and be complacent, just as Hillary voters did in 2016.
The election map is, thus, gonna be so blue, on election night, that Trump’s only recourse will be this:  
“ITS OBVIOUSLY RIGGED, BECAUSE THERES NO WAY ALL THOSE STATES TURNED SO BLUE BY SUCH HUGE MARGINS!”
In effect... he will be crying about a blue mirage, on November 4th.
And while that may play with his stunned supporters... it’s NOT gonna play with the Supreme Court, or the military, or the destroyed GOP Senate, or even Fox News.
RED MIRAGE SCENARIO:  Okay, but what about the other scenario where there IS a red mirage, just for the sake of argument, and Trump immediately moves to block the counting of any absentee votes still out there in the mail?  
Well... the only hope of stopping such ballots from being counted, would be to get the Supreme Court on board.  BUT... even with more conservatives than liberals on the nine person court... they, the Justices, would know, for a certainty, that to rule in his favor... to not count valid votes on the flimsy, proof-free argument that mail in ballots are inherently fraudulent... during a pandemic... would result in a fucking civil war the same day as the ruling.
In other words... Trump would be leaving it on their shoulders, to destroy the Constitution... which is the exact opposite of what the Supreme Court is all about, and the exact opposite of how they maintain their hold on one third of he power in this three-branch democracy.
And even a grade school child knows, if they did that, in this political climate, civil war would begin the next hour... and we’re a nuclear power so... a civil war here could well lead to the end of the world.
They’re not gonna do that, and they don’t have to.
The whole stupid strategy by the right, of packing the Supreme Court with conservative Justices has always been idiotic, because once you’re on the Supreme Court, you’re beholden to nobody.
Not only are you beholden to nobody... but your power to stay beholden to nobody is all about showing your beholden to nobody, by upholding the sacred reputation of the Supreme Court as a body of untouchables who only care about the Constitution, and the correctitude of all the previous rulings by the Supreme Court.
This is why my father, a life long conservative, has been so butt-hurt, all his life, every time the new conservative Supreme Court justice rules in favor of the liberal thing!  Why?  How?  Where is their party loyalty???
Sorry dude, but that’s how the founding fathers designed it.  They get life long appointments without needing to run for reelection, so... they’re free to actually follow their conscience once in a while.
Thanks Trump, for nominating me.  Thanks Mitch, for ramming me through.  Now... fuck you both!  I’m not starting your fucking civil war, go to hell!
The Supreme Court was already doing this to Trump very recently, so... what?... is the death of RGB supposed to make them suddenly fall in line?  More likely, it will make them more determined to respect her legacy, and show the planet that they do not bow to would be dictators.
Trump is toast... stuck in the toaster... getting burnt, and setting off the smoke alarm, because he refuses to eject.  And the GOP senate... is sticking a butter knife in there, to try and help him... just before the sprinklers go off.
And with that, it is time for bed.
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