#cheifs win

[saphiradrake]

It’s Barbie’s Super Bowl not Kens

[taylorrepdetective]

Am I the only who thinks the Chiefs were put through the Superbowl? By the way they were playing, I thought the would've been eliminated on the wildcards. Nothing like the most popular artist dating an athlete and being there to attract views and interest, right? Or is it too much conspiracy theory?

I totally understand the temptation to believe this conspiracy theory. But as I mentioned before, I am not a believer in organized fixing of games (for the most part.) While I think it’s possible, I consider it as a last option rather than a first. As an avid football watcher for most of my life, what I saw with the Chiefs fits with how football works. Maybe that’s because it’s always fixed? Maybe it was done in an especially believable way? But most likely, the chiefs simply upped their level of playing for the playoffs, something they’ve done in the past, and the other teams choked, plus they had some luck and they do tend to know how to manipulate refs, whether that’s through fixing, or being good at convincing them like other top athletes are - see Lebron James, or Ronaldo, I’ll let you judge. But I think it’s the latter.

Once the weather report came out, everyone knew the dolphins had almost no chance. Then with the Bills, they had played very evenly in their previous game this season so really they were pretty even teams, but the Bills were favored because they had home field advantage. And it was a close game, but the chiefs outplayed just enough. And the ravens looked unbeatable because they were peaking at the right time and that’s often who wins, but in this case they were poorly coached and Lamar choked.

If the favored team always won, there would be no sport and Eli Manning wouldn’t have infinitely more Lombardi trophies (2) than Dan Marino (0).

On the other hand, it feels like a script because the Taylor stuff is just too much. Too perfect. But imagine taking Taylor out of it and it’s just the chiefs. Then it becomes 100x more believable, right?

I’m not just chalking it up to tayvoodoo, but also I believe that Taylor also helped make the Cheifs not play well mid-season, because I do think she was a distraction for Mahomes and Travis. And I think they figured that out and refocused at the end. They are truly great players who are highly motivated to not only play well, but succeed off the field. And I think they started falling for their own hype and got into their own heads for a bit there. And then they saw this incredible opportunity (couple of the decade at the Super Bowl, WAG squad fever for the Mahomes) starting to turn into Taylor as Yoko, “Travis is fat and distracted and going to retire to be a movie star”, Patrick is past his peak and doesn’t have enough weapons because Travis insisted on being the #1 guy, more negative attention on Brittany and Jackson rather than people outside KC not knowing about it, and the macho MAGA chads and brads types starting to gain too much screen time by pointing all this out. Finally the players figured it out and starting playing back to their potential (remember at the beginning of the season, the chiefs were undefeated) and the NFL media machine realized the criticism of Taylor and Travis by the likes of Aaron Rodgers was a PR disaster and got all the men under control by letting them know how important this is for future success, and they all saw that too, and by the end every one got their act together and focused. This is big business by people who are at the top of their professions. I think it took a couple of months for everyone to figure out what all this could be if people played their cards right.

Or maybe the refs were told to never call holding or pass interference on the Chiefs, and that was enough to get them to win. But if that was the plan, it was very fraught with danger because it still relies on things like Travis making that diving catch and Mahomes throwing perfect passes to the pylon or back corner of the end zone.

So that’s my theory.

[pissditching]

i stopped watching the superbowl after the halftime show because i only care about the saints and the titans and also the raiders sometimes and also hearing a bunch of cishet neurotypicals talk through the whole halftime show about rihannas baby bump gave me bone nausea

[crushme02]

Bills' Josh Allen gives a blunt assessment of his latest playoff loss to Patrick Mahomes and the Chiefs

Josh Allen is in a familiar position, and it's not one he hoped to be in coming into Sunday's AFC Championship. The Buffalo Bills quarterback dropped to 0-4 in his playoff career against Patrick Mahomes and the Kansas City Chiefs as his hopes of reaching the Super Bowl��have once again come up just short with a 32-29 defeat at Arrowhead Stadium. 

Read More,,,,,

[roadlesstravelled]

Choosing to read instead of watch the game

[naturestarstruck]

The Winner is Zoro!

You have a week, Zoro fans.

You can only choose one or the other. Loser has to wear a particular, specific outfit. You got a week.

[tiasgarden]

no cause Pedro wearing a Kansas Chief jersey in that one skit with the chicken wings and not a Eagle’s jersey

he’s so real for that.

[thefirsthogokage]

Fuck AMPTP and the bullshit going on. I'm tired, might not do this well:

(link to article in above picture) From The Article

Receiving positive feedback from Wall Street since the WGA went on strike May 2, Warner Bros Discovery, Apple, Netflix, Amazon, Disney, Paramount and others have become determined to “break the WGA,” as one studio exec blatantly put it.

To do so, the studios and the AMPTP believe that by October most writers will be running out of money after five months on the picket lines and no work.

“The endgame is to allow things to drag on until union members start losing their apartments and losing their houses,” a studio executive told Deadline. Acknowledging the cold-as-ice approach, several other sources reiterated the statement. One insider called it “a cruel but necessary evil.”

The studios and streamers’ next think financially strapped writers would go to WGA leadership and demand they restart talks before what could be a very cold Christmas. In that context, the studios and streamers feel they would be in a position to dictate most of the terms of any possible deal.

[Image IDs: Twitter thread by David Slack posted July 12th, 2023 that reads in totality:

And right on cue, here’s the inevitable Deadline article claiming that the AMPTP and their CEO bosses are ready to wait us out and let us “go broke.”

They’re not. They can’t. This studio propaganda, and here’s why.

In the increasingly mega-merged and hedgefundified Hollywood, these companies live or die on their quarterly earnings reports. It only takes one bad quarter for their stock price to plunge, putting the company and the CEO’s job in jeopardy.

But their stock prices are holding steady, right? Right. For now. Because our industry is a pipeline that starts with writers. The TV and movies they’re releasing now are shows we started making for them 4-12 quarters ago. But what happens when that pipeline runs dry?

What happens is they run out of product. No new shows in streaming to drive and sustain subscribers. No new shows in broadcast and ad-supported to bring in ad revenue.

No shows, no money.

No money, bad earnings report.

Bad earnings report, bye-bye stock price. Bye-bye CEO.

After 70+ days with no writers to create their product for them, the pipeline is running dry.

Their stock price isn’t tanking yet. But if they don’t make a deal with us, it will.

And they know it.

If they make a deal soon, they might be able to weather it. Stretch out releases. Rush some new stuff through.

But the longer they keep us out, the longer that pipeline runs dry, the more unavoidable a catastrophic dip in new high-quality shows becomes.

And they know it.

So yeah, the studios are planting articles in the trades that make it sound like they’re so determined not to pay us the 0.02% of company revenues we’re asking for that they’re willing to hold out forever.

Bullshit.

I’m sure the AMPTP bosses would love to break our union. But they love their jobs more. They love money more. They can’t make that money without us.

And they know it.

Ignore the trades, walk the line, stand together, and win. #WGAStrong

/End ID]

Bonus: John Rogers' Reaction

[Image ID: A tweet from John Rogers that he posted July 12th, 2023 that reads:

I was trying to be cool and professional about this strike, but this AMPTP “we want to drive them to homelessness” shit means I’m going to be dug in at WB Gate 4 like Hiroo Onada. They’re gonna have to send @ellenstutzman with a bullhorn to order me out of the bushes.

The second image is Ellen Stutzman's Twitter bio that says:

Cheif Negotiator for WGA MBA, Assistant Executive Director, Writers Guild of America, West; Cornell ILR and UCLA Anderson alum. Views are my own.

/End ID]

EDIT: Please see the update on this HERE

[heartzfromel]

undercover

detective!agnes x fem!model reader

summary; the nypd has been tasked with protecting a murder target in a high profile case. with detective o’connor being the most attractive in the department, she must ditch her rough around the edges look for girly glamour as she goes undercover. but what happens when agnes falls for the young model? will she love her for who she truly is under all that makeup?

tags; suggestive, depiction/mentions of murder and injury, violence, age gap, touchy agnes, sexist jokes, rio as a meddling side character as always

a/n; i love writing this!! also fyp i imagine tony to look like howard stark

chapter 1 | chapter 2

agnes was late for work this morning. she’d had what was most likely her worst experience yet on the metro, with some couple arguing loudly next to her at half past six, left her keys on said train and wasted twenty minutes trying to find them, and then missed her second train. safe to say that she wasn’t in the best mood.

her mood was made worse by the teasing from her co-workers as soon as she got in, but they shut up quick after she gave them a warning look. she might’ve got on well with them all, but that didn’t stop then from being scared of her. by the time agnes got into her office, it was near enough nine o’clock. she pulled her chair out to sit, and what couldn’t have been ten seconds later, her office door burst open.

“o’connor!”

oh great. agnes thought to herself, as the chief barged in.

“chief vidal.” she nodded, trying to sound somewhat happy to see her. the look on vidal’s face told her it didn’t work very well.

“what time do you call this?” she snapped, pacing around agnes’ office, “i have been calling you for an hour!”

“listen, chief, i had a rough morning, okay? won’t happen again.” agnes replied. she realised she didn’t sound very professional.

“oh it better not, or else theres a job back on ticket duty with your name on it. now come on, i’ve got a case for you.”

agnes wanted to respond, to snap back in some quick witted way, but she knew vidal wasn’t joking about those parking tickets, so she kept her mouth shut.

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“so,” vidal began, pacing around the room once again, showing off a case file, “three murders so far, all highly paid models, all y/h/c, all around the same age, all with the same associates. all the victims were killed by a single shot to the head, and each victim had the next ones initials carved into their wrists. they were all also killed during big fashion and beauty events, and obviously the miss u.s.a. pageant is coming up this week. we believe that our killer is going to strike again at some point in the week of the pageant, so we crosschecked the initials carved on the wrist of our third victim with the names of the girls competing in the pageant. three names were flagged, but we took a look at their photos, and only one of the girls matches the description pf our previous victims. her name is y/n y/l/n, she is 27 years old, and is currently miss texas. our unit have been tasked with keeping an eye on miss y/l/n, and ensuring that she is safe until our killer is caught. any questions about that?”

“yeah, uh, cheif vidal?” agnes’ partner, tony, asked, “how exactly are we gonna keep an eye on her?”

“ah, yes, thank you accardi, i was just getting to that.” vidal replied, “someone’s going undercover. we need someone who could win miss new york. she’s gotta be pretty, but also strong and can keep her cool. so who’s up for it?”

the room seemed to have gone silent. it was painfully obvious that none of the people in the room were overly keen on going undercover, and it was made worse by the fact that there were only three women, excluding vidal, in the whole unit.

“well i vote o’connor,” one of the men said, “i mean, if she wasn’t for the ladies i’d totally hit that.”

agnes shifted uncomfortably in her seat, eyes confused, wondering whether or not to take that as a compliment.

“jones.” vidal warned, before turning back to the group.

“i’m with jones on this one, chief. she could win miss new york, easy.” another officer agreed.

“i could see that.” another agreed.

“you are really pretty, agnes.” one of the female officers added.

agnes was stunned to say the least. she had never ever thought of herself as pretty, though it had never seemed to bother her.

“right then, it’s settled,” vidal confirmed, looking agnes up and down quickly, “you’re going to need a bit of a makeover.”

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“you know, hon, you really should consider going blonde.” your agent remarked, grimacing at your current hair colour.

“thanks marv, but my current hair colour seems to be making me enough money right now.” you replied, rolling your eyes.

you were currently sat in your hotel room, your agent, marvin, sat on the bed, whilst you were at the vanity, hair in rollers as your nail tech finished up your manicure.

“just a suggestion.” he replied. the sound of emails on his computer was irritating you.

“do you have to type so loudly?” you snapped, frustration painting your features.

“well excuse me for trying to book you another vogue cover for next month!” he replied, slamming the laptop closed.

“you know, marv, it’s getting late maybe you should go.” you sighed, feigning tiredness.

“alright. fine.” he mumbled, the nail tech leaving behind him.

you leapt onto your bed and sighed peacefully. you wanted nothing more than a morning to yourself, with a lie in and no marvin yelling in your ear about what to wear and what not to wear. it’s not that you didn’t like your job, you did. it was everything that came with it. the agent, the fame, the scandals, the staged relationships with men you despised, doing anything just to make the front page.

you wondered if you’d ever be in a relationship and fall in love. out of all the relationships you’ve been in, albeit they were all fake, the men always seemed to fall for you. what you couldn’t fathom is that you couldn’t find it within yourself to love them back. all you wanted in life was love, yet you seemed to have everything but it.

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agnes didn’t recognise herself when she looked in that mirror. tony’s jaw had dropped, and vidal smirked, knowing now that agnes was the perfect choice. she looked like a supermodel. tony let out a wolf whistle and agnes rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head.

“who even is that?” she asked, eyes finding her reflection once again. her hair was down and curled for the first time in what must have been 15 years, and contained so many extensions that she thought there must be more of them than her own hair. her lips were painted a deep shade of red, complimenting her pale skin perfectly. her eyes now sported a flirty set of falsies and a shimmery dark shadow, and she was currently showing more skin than she had ever shown before, the deep purple dress showing off her collarbones and cleavage, but stopping just above her ankle. she looked beautiful, but she wasn’t agnes.

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the flight felt longer than it was, and agnes was increasingly uncomfortable in the dress. she wondered how people wore things like this on a daily basis, it was so itchy. the flight seemed to last longer for tony and vidal, who had to come along, vidal because she’s nosy, and tony to be agnes’ fabulous assistant. they were quite the trio, both tony and rio threatening to throw themselves out of the jet if agnes complained one more time.

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the hotel was stunning, agnes had to agree. her bag was heavy, and she wondered what could possibly be in here. she had no idea. vidal had just sort of thrown it at her, and wished her luck, before disappearing to the bar. tony had walked her to the room.

“oh my god, what is im this bag?” he whined, throwing one onto agnes’ bed. agnes threw the other up.

“i don’t know, and i’m afraid to find out.” she replied, grimacing at the thought.

she flipped the bag over as she unzipped it, “oh my god!” she exclaimed as she saw the inside. there wasn’t a pair of pants in sight. the thing was full of short dresses and revealing shirts, bottles of perfume, makeup, and what looked like 8000 dollars worth of heels.

“welcome to washington, agatha harkness.”

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taglist; @hannah-0730 @m1vfs comment to be added !

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Enemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: The Election

The news of Bradley's heroism spread like wildfire across the media outlets, causing him and Jake to sky rocket in the polls.

Two weeks later, it was Election Day. You were up bright and early, putting the finishing touches on his victory speech. You didn't prepare one if he lost, that wasn't going to happen.

You'd been keeping track, and with all the early votes counted, Bradley had a slight lead. You watched results come in all morning.

At 9:30, you, Bradley, Jake, and the rest of the campaign staff went to the polls to vote. You were buzzing as you clicked the box next to his name.

You'd been busy all morning fielding phone calls, sending emails, and answering questions. The only thing keeping you going was iced coffee and sheer adrenaline.

It was approaching 1pm, and Bradley noticed he hadn't seen you eat anything all day. He came over to your desk with a sandwich and a bottle of water.

"Can't have my main girl passing out on me." He said as he placed them on your desk.

You rolled your eyes but thanked him before shoveling down your food.

When the polls closed at six on the East Coast, Bradley and Jake's lead had increased. The three of you sat with baited breath as one by one, the news outlets from across the nation announce the official closing of the polls. Once the West Coast polls had closed, you still had another three hours to wait until Hawaii and Alaska closed, but you knew the six total electoral votes they held wouldn't matter. Especially when California declared their winner.

Bradley and Jake were sitting comfortably at 238, either projected or confirmed electoral votes. Even if, by some chance, they didn't win California, their opponents wouldn't have enough to overtake them to win.

It's exactly 2:13 in the morning D.C. time when the official announcement is made.

The office was quiet. You'd sent everyone home for the night. You, Bradley, and Jake had stayed huddled in your office. Jake had just stepped to the bathroom when the news came through.

Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw was the president-elect and will be the 47th president of the United States. He had done it. You had done it.

You and Bradley jumped up and down, screaming your heads off like a bunch of kids. You went to hug him, but in a moment, that caught you off guard. He grabbed your face and kissed you.

You both froze as he pulled away. "I—uh— sorry—" He stuttered.

"It's fine. We just got caught up in the excitement. No harm, no foul." You brushed it off. "We can pretend it didn't happen. No worries." You smiled at him.

You turned away to watch the announcement again and to answer your phone. Your mom was calling you to congratulate you. You missed the flash of hurt that crossed his face.

"I heard the yelling from down the hall! Did we do it? Did we win?" Jake bursts into the room out of breath from running.

"Yeah, man, we did." Bradley tells him in a sullen voice.

"Did something happen while I was gone?" Jake asks, looking between you on your phone and Bradley.

"No, I'm just—" Bradley shakes his head. He doesn't know what to say.

"Rooster, you're going to be the fucking president! Smile! Scream! Cheer! Call Maverick and the gang while I get the bubbly!" Jake shakes him before heading to the kitchen. "We won the fucking White House!" Jake cheers as he heads down the hall.

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After the election, you stepped into your roll of Cheif of Staff seamlessly. You made sure everything was ready for inauguration day, which was finally here.

An unexpected perk of your new position was the clothes that came with it. With you being in the public eye, fashion brands were reaching out to send you clothes all the time. It came in handy for days like today.

For Bradley's inauguration, you were wearing an Alexander McQueen coat dress in a lavender shade. It had an asymmetrical skirt and pearl button details. You'd paired it with a nude pair of Jimmy Choo pumps, pearl earrings, and a set of simple layered silver necklaces. You'd taken care to make sure Jake and Bradley coordinated with you. Purple had been a theme during their campaign, and you planned to continue that during their term.

You were waiting with Bradley, Jake, and a few other officials when a member of the inaugural planning team came up to the three of you.

"Excuse me, Ms. Wiseman, Mr. Bradshaw, Mr. Seresin. We seem to have a problem." He spoke.

"What? Is there a security threat?" You asked, ready to take action if needed.

"No, ma'am, a logistical issue. We have no one to hold the Bible." He clarified.

"What?" Bradley furrowed his brows. You sighed. How could you have forgotten that.

He looks at you for clarification as you explain, "Traditionally, the First Lady holds the Bible or sacred text that the new president gets sworn in upon. But you don't have a First Lady. So I guess we could get—"

"You're going to hold it for me." Bradley states, cutting you off before you can say anything else.

"Excuse me?" You look at him baffled.

"I said you're going to hold it for me." He crosses his arms over his chest in a matter of fact way.

"Why? Because I'm the highest ranking member of your team or because I'm a woman who needs to fill a specific gender role?" You shoot back at him.

"Because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You made this possible." He tells you. Your gaze softens, and you relax your shoulders.

"Fine." You sigh. You don't have the time to argue with him.

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You can't hear the crowd over the rush of blood in your ears. You're standing on the steps of the Capital Building, Bible in hand, just as Bradley is about to be sworn in. He places his hand on the cover, and you give him a smile as he repeats the oath of office.

Cameras click and flash, and it takes everything in your power not to jump up and down as soon as the Cheif Justice shakes his hand and says "Congratulations Mr. President."

It was real. It had happened. You had done it. You let out a sigh that you had been holding in for over a year as you put on a picture-perfect smile for the camera before getting ready for the inaugural parade.

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After the parade, your things have been moved into your room in the White House. You'd been given the Queen's Room. You rolled your eyes when you heard that was where you would be living, but you were thankful to have your own tucked away area to yourself.

You were finishing getting ready for the inaugural ball. You'd traded out your lavender suit for a deep burgundy, off the shoulder ballgown. It had a tasteful slit, and most importantly, pockets for you to keep your phone and other necessities in with out having to worry about a purse.

Your hair was swept up in a low bun. You'd paired the outfit with delicate diamond earrings and a diamond tennis bracelet. You worn classy makeup, but a red lip, the same shade of your dress, adorned your face.

You had just fixed your earpiece to make sure it was out of sight when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You called out as you fiddled with an earring in the mirror.

"Hey, I—wow." Bradley stepped in. He paused to take in your appearance. Sure he'd seen you dressed up before, but nothing like this.

"You look beautiful." He told you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Thank you." You smiled at him. He had come in here for a reason, but now he couldn't remember what it was. Every thought in his brain went away the the moment your red lips quirked up into a smile.

"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. President?" You goaded him.

"Oh—urm—my tie." He gestured to it. "You always tie my tie." He looked at you sheepishly.

You let out a breathy laugh before striding across the room to help him.

Your perfectly manicured fingernails made quick work of his tie. "It's black this time." He remarked.

"Thought a black bow tie would go nicely with your tuxedo." You tell him. "And you're wearing red. What happened to the purple?" He joked with you.

"I'm wearing burgundy, which is a purple based red." You shoot back, cutting your eyes to look up at him. "Plus, you're official now. We can change it up some. Alright, all done. You look good, Mr. President." You pat his chest and step back.

He catches your wrist before you can walk away. "Wait! I have something for you. A thank you gift." He says.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a long velvet box. He opens in. Inside is a beautiful, oval diamond pendant on a thin silver chain.

"Bradley!" You breathe out. "It's beautiful, but it's too much. I can't accept it." You tell him.

"You can, and you will." He says sternly. "You got me the Oval Office. Thought I'd get you something oval, too." He grins.

"Help me put it on?" You ask him. He nods his head as you move to stand in front of the mirror.

He carefully takes it out of the box and comes to stand behind you. He pauses for a moment and swallows thickly before brushing a few stray hairs from your neck. He doesn't miss the small hitch in your breath.

He brings the chain around you. You hold it in place as he hooks the clasp. His fingers linger for just a moment. You smile at him in the mirror. Your perfume fills his noses. His senses are overwhelmed. He thinks about how easy it would be right now to lean down and place a kiss to the spot where your neck meets your shoulders.

Another knock at the door and a voice in your earpiece causes both of you to jump.

You clear your throat as both of you move to exit.

The party is in full swing when you step onto the stage. The room gues quiet as you walk up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen," you being. "It is my pleasure to introduce to you, President Bradley Bradshaw and Vice President Jacob Seresin!" The crowd applaudes as then men stride out.

They both give speeches and mingle for a bit.

You're happily sipping on champagne when the coordinator for the evening comes up to you. "Ms. Wiseman, it's time for the president's first dance." She informs you.

"No, you must be mistaken. We decided not to do a first dance, seeing as there is no First Lady." You tell her.

"Ma'am, the president himself specifically requested this at the beginning of the evening." She insists.

You groan and set your champagne down. "Where is he?" You ask her. She quickly tells you his location, and you brush past her to find him.

"Y/N! There you are!" Bradley smiles at you. "When were you planning on telling me you changed the schedule? Who are you even going to dance with?" You scold him.

"You." He says. "What? No! I already held the Bible for you. I have filled my stereotypical gender role for the day! I have emails to send and calls to return!" You yell at him.

Before you can do anything else, he snatches your phone out of your hand and tucks it into his suit pocket.

A low warning sound, similar to a growl, leaves your throat as you stare daggers at him.

"Relax. One dance and you can have it back." He tells you. You flare your nostrils and take a deep breath.

"Fine." You grumble out. He takes your arm and loops it around his as he escorts you out to the crowd.

He sweeps you around the room as "I've Had the Time of My Life" is played by the string quartet.

As soon as the music is over, something more lively is played, and everyone joins you on the dance floor. True to his word, he gives you back your phone. As the night winds down, the secret service assures you that they have everything under control and they will come find you if something happens.

You thank them and sneak off from the party. Once you're back in the safety of your room, you press your back against the door and sigh.

One day down, one thousand four-hundred sixty to go.

So I just wanted to say thank you for the love the prologue got! I hope yall enjoyed chapter 1!

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[brittany-and-lewis]

its been 3 days? i think? since qatar and...

a level 100000 landoscar event happened and no one should ever forget about it. i'm serious guys-no other pairing has anything CLOSE to giving up a win not because of team orders or anything but because the team told them NOT TO and they still did it to repay a debt, to show respect, to honor a friendship

ohmygoddoyouunderstandhowinsanethatis-

lewis hamilton is going through stage 5 depression right now and honestly i think it all started from that brocedes montage they made him sit through-

but all jokes aside i started watching this sport because of him and i'm really hoping that next year he can rebuild that spark that roared to life in silverstone, that flickered in vegas. like i dont know what i'm going to do if-

actually not even going to think about it

also if ferrari win the wcc im going to lose my mind. my MIND do you understand me. like what the FUCK was that penalty-but it's not happening so whatever-

oh also the fia continously manages to be one of the worst organizations in sports, and i'm saying this as someone who is an AVID fan of football, basketball, hockey and the NFL, and has gone through FIFA corruption scandals, the NBA and some of the most stupid techs you'll ever seen, the NHL's policies and reffing around hits and injuries? and the current scriptwriters in the NFL for the cheifs. because all of that falls short of letting a literal MIRROR (and debris ig) be out on track for multiple laps.

[milesobrein]

Kira Nerys and Angst About Political Leaders!

this is 2 pictures of a scene I wrote for the episode Rocks and Shoals, it’s a scene between Kira and Keiko who are two I ship very badly. I wanted to post this art one because I wanted too, and two because thanks to you guys, I phone banked tonight for the first time in a very very long time. Thank you all again for holding me accountable. My head feels like it ran a marathon, but I also feel like I did something for the first time in forever, so that’s slightly nice. I’ve lately related to major Kira in the episode “Rocks and Shoals” Alot. I’m sorry, this is a spoiler, but in Rocks and Shoals, Kira seems just beaten down, she smiles numbly and takes coffee from the Cardassian oppressors and the Dominion who has taken the station by force. Throughout the episode Kira becomes jaded, as she watches bit by bit as the Bajor and the hard won station she has come to know as a home, is taken away. I feel like that too. I should first preface, I’m not like Kira. I am not anywhere near cool as her, nor have I suffered a fraction as much as She Has. But I do relate to sitting back and trying too make my head blank and not think about how many Anti Trans Legislation had been swept in, taking piece by piece my right to exist with it. And making the place I once felt as my home, a nest of facism. And as an LGBTQIA+ person I feel scared and numb. The Supreme Court is talking about taking away Gay Marrige. Its talking about banning same sex. This is dictator shit guys. I’m not ok with this. Oh speaking of dictator, Trump was called a facist by his former Cheif of staff. And Trump complemented Hitler!! I am not okay with this. I’m not okay with hearing about children ripped away from their families at the borders, having Trans existence denied, books being banned (just to name a few thing) I am watching the erasure of the Civil Rights Movement, and it scares me, no it terrifies me. Why the hell can’t people who have uterus’s get an abortion, why does the Supreme Court get to decide which love is vallid, and which is not? Why does a man who’s a convicted felon, a man whose been impeached twice, and a rapist, get to come close in the election polls, why does he have a *chance* at being elected my *my president * that shit terrifies me. I feel like Kira watching as the life she knows breaks away and dissolves into tyranny, but it doesn’t have to be! We can keep fighting!! If Trump was elected, we could still keep fighting, but obviously that girl is a whole lot of werk, and we’d have to do a whole lot of work to get him out again. But if Kamala Harris wins, we won’t have do so much! My father told me there’s so much potential for change with just what Harris can do to the Supreme Court alone!! She can halt this incoming barge of legislation, and all we have to do, just like Kira is act. It took the suicide of a Bajoran Vedic to wake Kernal Kira up. It took me years of hearing about deaths on the news, and having my rights taken away, and a thousand other atrocities for me to do one small thing. But I think my eyes are open now, I’m going to do my best too keep them that way. To all my Deep Space Niners, please reblog this, we can be our own Shakar resistance Cell just by spreading the message. We can make change, just by keeping ourselves informed, and Gosh Darn it, by voting!! There’s still time!! We still can make change!! I belive in all of us!! That we won’t take this shit Trump is giving us standing, that we will protest back! in solidarity,

-Levian

[razzydasombralover]

"He's Flim!"

"He's Flam!"

"And we're the world-famous Judges of Fairness!"

"That doesn't roll of the tongue and its not even catchy. I thought you majored in art and literature?"

"It's a work in progress! How about YOU come up with something for once, Mr. Know-It-All."

"I-... Alright, you got me there."

"That's what I thought."

~~~~~~~~~

These two brothers were once well-respected lawyers, now turned judges in Equestria. After taking down the monopoly the Apple family had gained since the Zap Apple Jam crazed in '02 and winning the grand case of Apples V. Equestria, these two brothers and an anonymous unicorn went hard at work ensuring Canterlot and the rest of Equestria's legal system and department of Food and Drugs Administration to be corrupted no more.

The brothers also frequently work with the ruler of Canterlot, King Sombra, outside of the courtroom. Flim being the 'younger' twin is very skilled when it comes to Amory and is more eager to run straight into action than to develop a plan beyond the "Infiltrate, fight, and don't die" plan. Flam on the other hoof is more on the scheme side in missions and will only step in if needed (or to protect his special somepony). He prefers to use his trusted sword as he finds it more of a dignified weapon for a true gentle colt as himself (definitely not because he can't aim for shi-).

While these two tend to have more disagreements than their other world counterparts, they always have each other's backs no matter what the circumstances they end up in.

[ "Along with his brother, this exemplar of fairness would NEVER allow the Mirror-Equestrian justice system to be tainted by the influence of Bits." ]

~~ The Daily Bulletin, editor in cheif stance on Mr. Flim Skim

[ "Along with his brother, this shining beacon of fairness was a key author of Mirror-Equestria's most recent code of legal ethics." ]

~~ The Daily Bulletin, editor in cheif stance on Mr. Flam Scam

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Updated the description since I first uploaded this back on Instagram

[crushme02]

Daily Briefing: Chiefs get a three-peat chance

Chiefs head to Super Bowl 59 with a chance at NFL history

Back-to-back Super Bowl champions the Kansas City Chiefs defeated the Buffalo Bills Sunday night 32-29 in a back-and-forth battle to advance to their third consecutive Super Bowl.

Why it matters: The Chiefs now have their sights on becoming the first team in NFL history to win three consecutive Super Bowl titles.

Who will the Chiefs face? The Philadelphia Eagles will represent the NFC in the Super Bowl after they demolish the Washington Commanders on Sunday. With seven rushing touchdowns, Philadelphia notched the highest

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[seeingivy]

HOW DO YOU FEEL AND THE CHEIFS WINNING THE SUPERBOLW RONNIE?

lots of thoughts!

and this isn't a diss to you as a person nonnie bc im assuming you're just here bc you know i'm a taylor fan! (so no hate to you, but it's a less enthusiastic response than you're going to be expecting)

first and foremost, in a very literal sense, i am from california. i've been a 49ers fan since i was a kid. i liked the 49ers and their players better. brock purdy winning after being called mr. irrelevant for the longest time would have made me happy and kittle being a harry potter nerd and sorting players into their houses before was cute.

second, not a big fan of the chiefs or their SA apolgist players! don't really care that travis kelce is dating taylor swift (and never really have by the way) and care more about the fact that israel ran an ad during the superbowl and simultaneously started bombing the south of gaza, where all the civilians were told to flee. seeing videos of taylor in the suite followed up by mutilated children - especially when she's chosen to stay silent throughout all this - does not make me happiest in the least and actually sows a deep sorrow in me at this point in the genocide.

so in conclusion, I don't care too much about it. I realize that it's an american tradition, but at this point, for me it's hard to enjoy with integrity being on the line. watching the game just to have my friend text me halfway that her family is in rafah and she fears that this is it for them is the biggest wake up call known to man.

[luvyeni]

playing the “whoever cums first loses” game w yeonjun n’ whoever wins gets to do whatever they want with the other to cum T-T i just know he’d get so competitive jhshgeh

competitive yeonjun *cheifs kiss*

but imagine him getting you off and vise versa. both of you trying to get each other off , while also trying not to cum.

your stroking his cock as fast as you can , and he's fucking his fingers into your cunt , both of you saying the most filthiest shit ever in each others ear to piss the other off.

you telling him how if you win , you're gonna edge him until he's a crying mess like he does to you , squeezing the base of his cock as you tell him how you're gonna strap a vibrator to his aching and force him to cum until he can't physically can't cum , smirking knowing his blood , the smirk soon being wiped away when he starts harshly rubbing figure 8s on your clint.

don't let him win though , if he wins he's getting you back for everything , he's gonna do everything you said you were gonna do to him , but 10x times worse. he's not gonna let you cum until he filled you up so much you can see a bulge in your stomach.

"baby your pretty tummy is bulging." "y..yeonjun , c..cant take it anymore." "i think you can baby , i think your pussy could take at least 3 more of my loads."

©️LUVYENI