#corruption

[1968bullittmustang]

not to be a dirty commie or anything but i don't think any one person should have enough money to solve world hunger and then get to decide not to

[rejectingrepublicans]

How much did it cost us for him to circle the track at the Daytona 500? Why didn’t the DOGE assholes look into that? Or his golf trips, or the Super Bowl?

[corruptedcaps]

Secret Crush

Amy’s eyes fluttered open, panic immediately setting in as she realized she was bound tightly to a chair. Thick ropes cut into her wrists and ankles. She struggled, breath quickening. Across from her, another figure groaned, Kayla, her high school nemesis, seated in a similar chair, squirming in frustration. Kayla’s glossy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her designer clothes crumpled but still perfect. Even tied up, she radiated confidence and superiority.

“Ugh, what the hell is going on?” Kayla snapped, tugging against the ropes. “What kind of sick joke is this freak?" She said pointedly at Amy.

Before Amy could respond with genuine confusion, the door creaked open. In walked Brad, a guy they both knew all too well. For Kayla, this impressive specimen of a man was her newest ex as of a week ago. For Amy though, he was her her secret crush. Even now in her captive state she couldn't help but admire his cocky grin, his sharp jawline and tousled dark hair.

“Brad!” Kayla spat. “Thank god! Untie me now! This freak kidnapped me and—”

Brad strolled toward them slowly, ignoring her demands. “I’ll let you go, Kayla. But only when I’m done.”

Kayla’s eyes narrowed. “Done? Oh my god you did this?”

"You were never the smartest were you K?" He said with a cold grin.

"You're sick! Is this some sort of revenge for breaking up with you? Because if you are wanting to get back together you can kiss that dream goodbye now!" Kayla yelled to an unfazed Brad.

“You dumping me was the best thing to happen to me. I realised you would only ever love one person. Yourself. I decieded I needed to find someone who wanted me. Who always wanted me.” Brad’s eyes flicked to Amy, and a slow smile spread across his face.

Amy’s cheeks turned red. She bit her bottom lip, heart pounding in a confusing mix of fear and anticipation.

Kayla scoffed. “Her? Seriously? Take that fugly bitch see if I care! You two losers can be happy together, just let me go!”

“It's not quite that simple. While I know Amy here has always harboured a secret crush on me, she's not exactly what I'm looking for in a girlfriend.” Brad said. “Well not yet. That's where these come in.”

He turned back to Kayla and produced a pair of oversized hoop earrings, the metal gleaming in the dim light.

“What… what are those?” Kayla’s voice cracked, panic replacing her usual confidence.

Brad grinned. “These little beauties are special. They’re going to take everything that makes you who you are, your beauty, your confidence, your bitchy charm and give it to someone more deserving.”

He slipped the earrings onto Kayla’s ears. Her body arched back violently, eyes wide with shock. A golden light pulsed from the hoops, illuminating the room as her skin paled, her glossy blonde locks darkened, and blemishes appeared across her face. The glow seemed to drain her essence, her cocky demeanor fading into quiet desperation.

“No… no, please…” Kayla whimpered as the light faded. She sat in the chair, her once-perfect appearance gone. Her shoulders slumped, her voice barely a whisper.

Brad plucked the earrings off her and turned to Amy. His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Your turn.”

Amy shook her head, trembling. “I-I don’t think—”

“Trust me.” Brad said softly, placing the earrings on her. “You’ll love it.”

The moment the earrings touched her ears, her head snapped back. A surge of energy coursed through her body. Her lips plumped, swelling into a perfect bitchy pout. Her waist cinched tight, the ropes slipping from her body as her tits swelled, her modest frame transforming into voluptuous curves. Her fingers stretched, nails growing into perfectly manicured talons.

Amy stood, slowly stretching, her movements confident and sensual. She looked down at her new body, her eyes gleaming with delight. A little smirk played across her lips as she touched her new earrings. She ran her hands over her now-flawless skin and luscious hair before turning her gaze to Kayla.

Kayla stared in horror, barely recognizable in her new, timid form.

Amy smirked, cocking a hip. “God, did I look I look that bad? It’s like looking in a funhouse mirror.”

Brad stepped closer, his eyes raking over her. “No one has ever looked that bad just like no one has ever looked as good as you do now Amy.”

Amy smirked, turning on her heel like a model strutting down a catwalk. She ran her fingers down her impossibly smooth legs, tracing her hips before tilting her chin up to admire herself in a cracked mirror on the wall.

“Good?” She purred, eyes locked on her reflection. “No, Brad, I look divine. I look like the kind of woman men worship. The kind of woman who can have anything or anyone she wants.”

She turned back to him, raking her nails along his jawline, her smirk widening. “And let’s be real, I was always meant to be the one on your arm. You just didn’t know it yet.”

Brad grinned. “I do now, Amy.”

She flipped her long, pigtails over her shoulder, rolling her plump lips together, feeling the weight of them, thick, glossy, perfect. Her movements entrancing Brad and making the buldge in his pants grow.

"Please darling, call me Aimee." She grinned as she turned turned, her eyes landing on Kayla, pathetic, weak, utterly plain. A cruel giggle bubbled in her throat as she took a slow, taunting step toward her, ready to berate her some more.

“My, my, my.” She cooed, tilting Kayla’s chin up with a single manicured nail. “Look at you. I mean… I knew you were nothing without your looks, but this?” She snorted, shaking her head. “This is just… tragic.”

Kayla flinched, avoiding Aimee’s piercing gaze. The once untouchable queen bee looked like a lost, mousy little thing, her dark, lifeless hair hanging limply around her gaunt, blemished face.

Aimee clicked her tongue. “Oh, don’t be so shy, Kayla. Where’s all that big, bad attitude now, huh? Where’s all that superior bitch energy you loved to throw around?” She bent down, her voice a stage whisper. “Oh, right. It’s inside me now.” She laughed, tossing her hair. “And God, it feels so much better on me.”

Kayla swallowed hard, looking away.

Aimee sighed dramatically. “Aw, don’t look so miserable, sweetie. I mean, sure, Brad took everything from you, but look on the bright side, you finally get to know what it feels like to be at the bottom.” Her grin widened. “How’s it feel? Being nothing?”

Kayla whimpered, her shoulders caving in. Aimee pulled back with a wicked laugh and turned back to Brad, kissing him deeply on the mouth. "Mmmm being a bitch is making me so horny baby, let's get out of here so you can fuck me in the back of your sports car."

Brad smirked and nodded, pulling her in close. As they walked toward the door, Aimee cast one final look over her shoulder at Kayla, her expression dripping with cruel amusement.

“Bye, loser.”

With that, she and Brad slammed the door shut, leaving Kayla alone in the cold, silent room, a shell of who she once was.

[rottenroyalebooks]

and lead us not into Temptation - Masterlist

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

AU: Modern, Priest!Azriel x Stripper!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Eventual Spice, Religious Trauma, Corruption, use of Y/N. More will be added in each part.

Part One (Coming soon)

Part Two

Part Three

(More to come...)

Ivy Speaks: Hey besties, here is my first Azriel Series! This is my first attempt at a more... morally challenging type of fic. If this isn't for you, don't read it! If you enjoy it, feel free to ask me to be added to the taglist (make sure anon is off!) Thanks to @thehighladywrites for inspiring me (and lowkey giving me the confidence) to write this fic! I recommend checking out her fics, they are delightful! Graphics by @strangergraphics.

[valerie00diamond]

So, studying history and having role models while pursuing a just society is actually really important?

Looking more like a checklist these days. I want off this ride. 😭

[simply-ivanka]

Holy $hit this is insane!!! Crooks were stashing cash. 😡😡😡

“It’s extremely concerning that an organization that reported just $100 in revenue in 2023 was chosen to receive $2 billion,” EPA Administrator Lee Zeldin told the outlet, referring to Power Forward Communities latest tax filings. “That’s 20 million times the organization’s reported revenue.”

The Environmental Protection Agency recently discovered that the Biden administration awarded $2 billion to a climate group with ties to former Georgia Democratic gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams – a fierce supporter of former President Joe Biden."

[topazillustrates]

Don't Look Back..

[jkl-fff]

In part because the companies that used/produced CFCs didn't have a stranglehold on capitalist economies (especially the US), and weren't able to use their billions and billions of dollars to buy politicians (especially but not exclusicely republicans) while launching a propaganda campaign that convinced a depressingly large amount of the population that the ozone hole was a hoax (especially but not exclusively conservatives. We succeeded with eliminating CFCs because those companies couldn't weild practically the entirety of capitalism against the public good.

We absolutely can solve climate change, too, to be clear. It's just that oil mega-corporations have conspired against humanity and the environment--the well-being of the Earth itself--because they know that they're the problem that needs to be solved. Fixing climate change means they stop making billions and billions of dollars annually, and they'd rather burn us up than sacrifice their wealth and power. We gotta eliminate their figuratively and literally toxic control of lawmakers as part of the solution.

[thashining]

In other words, they WOKE

[libertarianlibrarian]

would you look at that. who wouldve thought that the people blocking DOGE’s audits are in on the fraud

[nodynasty4us]

From the February 19, 2025 opinion piece:

In the blur of the will-they-won’t-they OMB memo rescission and the subsequent lawsuits, it was easy to miss that mobsters dole out services in precisely this fashion. Governments typically do not. That certainly isn’t how any of this is meant to work. It’s how things worked during, say, the Renaissance, when you went with your rakish peasant hat in hand to the Medicis and asked them for special favors in exchange for your pony or your eldest daughter. It’s how things worked when you went to the Cosa Nostra to ask for protection for you and your family in exchange for some portion of what was in your cash register. When we think of the DOGE takeover of the federal government solely as an act of smash-and-grab vandalism, we are just slightly missing the endgame, which is to sell us back those stolen goods and services in exchange for our loyalty. That is, of course, a protection racket.

[celestialmazer]

"Some of you rich men must be taught that all the world cannot be bribed into condoning your offences."

[houseofbrat]

Boeing Killed A Guy!

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[nosuchthingasaburdenonsociety]

I think this is the guy whose qualifications for his top government position are

said nice things about Trump as a tv host

that's it

that's how he got appointed and confirmed

absolutely no other significance in the world

rather like his boss really

so I guess that explains it

Correct me if it's someone else in the cabinet I'm thinking of.

An unqualified alcoholic woman would not be celebrated.

[my-mouse-house]

hey wanna makeout for 5 hrs while I hump your leg?