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Li Wenwen, knowing she has secured the Gold medal, carries her coach onto the stage to celebrate instead of attempting her final lift.
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@garlicbunny drew on me a bit today... should I get this inked for reals?
#srsly though i think this would be a sick tattoo design#I 100% would get her to ink me fr if surgery scars wouldn't fuck up the alignment of stuff whenever that ends up happening#anyway shout out my wife for being cracked at art#nixie pics
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May I humbly request AJ in a vest please? Maybe with flustered Rarity as well?
I love to hc that AJ is rather shy about stripping, actively showing off her body and being the single center of attention. Though once she sees Rarity's over-enthusiasm, she's probably having quite the fun.
#girl you are the last person to ask humbly for anything from me#(I guess Rarity isn't quite flustered but rather shouting her adoration into the world)#I had way too much fun with this so I ended up full on coloring it... How can I now with my fave cowgirl#I stayed up way longer than usual for this lmao but it was so much fun#rarijack#rarity#mlp rarity#applejack#mlp#my art#requests#ask chim
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I don’t know what context to give honestly, just spent some time sketching him and this came out hell yeah
Oh btw it was also very weird to give him accurate proportions to his body
#httyd#how to train your dragon#hiccup haddock#hiccup#httyd hiccup#art#my art#SHOUT OUT TO LEVI LEVIONOK FOR ME STEALING THE WAY SHE SKETCHES WITH PINK#I just started like this as a joke what if I sketch with pink#and I was going to change it at the end but it looked too cool I didn’t want to change it 😭#anyways I declare myself guilty#she’s way too cool of artist for me to put into words go check her out#oh and tamaGOTCHIIII#he’s a 2000 kid for me don’t ask me why#midnight post cuz I’m too lazy to wait for tomorrow#he’s 20omg….
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so my aunt is turning 70 in a couple weeks, and I've planned a blowout birthday for her---rented a lake house, invited every member of our family and also some of her friends; I have delightfully kitschy decorations (including a glittery BIRTHDAY QUEEN sash and paste-jewel crown, thanks for asking); my freezer is full of cakes, frosting, and cookies, so all I have to do is defrost, assemble and serve. I have been working on this since February, and I plan parties like a quartermaster just before the army decamps---there are a lot of lists involved.
My most recent task is assembling a guest book, filled with both blank space (so people can write nice messages) as well as all the photos I could get from family members. There's something almost meditative about assembling these pictures---here is my aunt as a teen, standing awkwardly next to her grandmother; here is my aunt as a grown woman, admiring a niece or nephew's sloppy Christmas present; here she is on vacation, or with a friend, or at the interminable succession of Sunday dinners, birthdays, and graduation parties that are the fabric of our family life. Despite having no biological children, she's so involved, she's so present---and this is just what we could grab from phones, my personal photos, facebook!
(She maintains the family archive, so I can't ask her directly.)
I don't know if I have a firm conclusion here. Just that---well, may we all be blessed with more photographs of ourselves than will fill a scrapbook, and a niece who will spend 6 months thinking about how to gently bully you into celebrating your birthday.
#she asked me what she should bring TO HER OWN BIRTHDAY WEEKEND.#it took everything in me not to shout that if she showed up with anything except clothes and maybe a bathing suit I would end her.#...........someday I will let myself think about how intense I'm being; whether it's because I love my aunt#or because I can imagine too well being a single 70 year old woman with no children. the precipice you teeter on.#and I have some issues with my aunt!#if you get to the heart of things we don't agree; there are plenty of things I would never say to her.#but she is the cornerstone of our family; her hands are always open and her heart is given over a thousand times#I can't forget that either.#anyway. being a person and loving people is complicated. that's the thing.#about me#celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge
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(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)
athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute
odysseus: what?
athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do
penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes
odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?
athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.
penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire
athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.
penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment
zeus: where are they going
hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-
#odysseus disappears midway because athena plants one on him so hard his soul evaporates#(strategic to make him stop from coming after them and also from passion she forgot to hold back for once)#(and also shes maybe possibly in love and cant wait to get vengeance on Calypsos bitch ass who hurt him so much for so long)#penelope has had to deal with calypos afteraffects for literally the rest of their lives. from flashbacks to odysseus inconsolably crying#at her feet for forgiveness some days even though shes always said frim the first moment that it wasnt his fault#the rest of the gods have to chase them down to prevent them from eternally torturing calypso (goddesses cant die <3)#athenas blazing mad and sick with guilt and horror. she couldn't attack before because it would be seen as an attack from olympus#but as a wife! as two wifes! no political implications there no holds barred calypso gets her ass BEAT#but also pls imagine them chasing her and gods chasing them round and round the island while screaming#odysseus wavered like 17 times on whether to ask hermes for a lift there or not but goes in the end#their honeymoon in truth ends up being on ogygia#athena lovingly and seductively teaching penelope how to fillet a person both of them covered in ichor#odysseus with a hand over his mouth blushing grinning tears in eyes torn between turned on and terrified to be back and crying coz they lov#him that much.#((he goes to her just before they leave in the cave she used to drag him to. she can barely hold herself up and hes shaking to approach))#((but he's stronger now. settled and satisfied and content. he kneels by her and sets down bandages next to her.))#((i told you i was married he says. and because his truest weapon is his tongue- if youd just listened i wouldve found us both a way out))#she sobs and he leaves. the scars will never fade fully but he feels lighter as he steps out into the sun where athene and pen are waiting.#bloodsoaked and being shouted at by hera but smiling at him widely and gleefully as he approaches. takes a hand each and presses him btwn.#he squeezes back with a smile and leans into them. his beautiful horrifying wives#odypenath#odypenetha#odysseus#penelope#athena#odypen#odyath#penath#epic the musical#love in paradise
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Happy birthday Blue from Pokéspe one OF THE PRETTIEST CHARACTERS IN FICTIONAL MEDIA EVER OH MY GAHHHHH 💗💗
#skye’s-endless-imaganitories.txt#my art#pokemon special#pokemon adventures#pokemon#pkmn#pokemon fanart#blue pokespe#trainer blue#dexholder blue#green pokespe#trainer green#dexholder green#<—- adding those cause godforbid the english translation 😞#Leaf pokemon#trainer leaf#silver pokespe#rival silver#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAYB GRAAAAHHHHHHHH#i love her so sumch she is just so pretty and sparkly#they really hit the nail on the head with the big-sisterly traits cause omg. I would let her adopt me smh#……… I know that i may or may not end up dead in her care but STILL!!#I typically despise doing lineart but… i think i did well on this one guys#Also. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH LOVELIES GRAHHHHHHHHH#SHOUT OUT TO ALL YALL GAYLADS AND GAYGIRLS AND GAYSPECIEMEN I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU#neh heh heh happy pride to myself too (i am a bisexual lass)#anyways BYEEEEE HAPPY. BIRTHDAY BLUE FROM POKESPEEEEEE ‼️‼️‼️
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Fall Unto Me (part two)
Got too silly. Have some more Angel!Angel and Demon!Ren cause the bot came back and wormed into my brain to post it. Part one here if you haven't read it yet hehe.
cw// religious themes
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
The quiet cabin where Ren lived was a stone’s throw from the flowering field you found them in. The devil graciously opened his home, even guiding you around the town you now knew was called Corland Bay. Each morning when you wondered about leaving, he brought something new to pique your interest and put off your departure. The time seemed to fly by and soon you hardly spared a thought to leave.
You'd quickly grown accustomed to his constant presence over the past month. He was never far from your shoulder at any waking moment. The uneasy feeling from when you met was completely gone, replaced with a strange sense of comfort. He had only shown kindness to you, after all. To call a devil your friend was laughable, you knew. But no other word quite fit.
Still, you wondered how he had come to live outside their realm. Every time you questioned him the conversation slipped away to another topic. It must've been odd to discuss with an angel, you naturally assumed.
So you stopped bringing it up after a few days, instead choosing to inquire about the changes in the plants you so often admired. Some had begun to wither, and new buds sprouted up seemingly overnight in their place. A strange new array of flowers that Ren promised would tower over your head and his in due time.
“I think I'll like these flowers more than the others,” you told him one late afternoon.
You were lying on the porch, your head resting against his thigh as you watched the endless rows of flora sway in the breeze. Their focus was on you, though you didn’t notice. You could feel the faint trace of constellations drawn along the bare skin of your legs. The human clothes he’d gotten for you were a little different from the robes and tunics donned by servants of heaven, but they were just as comfortable despite the lacking fabric.
“I couldn't begin to imagine why,” he mused, his tone teasing as if he already knew your answer.
You explained regardless. “You told me some will grow as tall as they can, even following the sun’s light. It’s rather interesting.”
“I’m already as tall as they'll be.” His tail flicked into your field of view, casting only a slight shadow until his face obscured your vision further. "Is a devil not as interesting as a flower to you?"
The rapidly changing sky above caught your attention before you could respond in kind. Clouds blotted out the sun, tinting the world below in a murky gray. All the signs were there. Heavy clouds, a drop in temperature, and a strange smell in the air—petrichor, it was called in the books Ren had read with you by candle light on quiet evenings. It was a change you'd been waiting for ever since learning about it.
Bursting with excitement, you rolled from their lap and darted from the safety of the covered porch, the answer you meant to give them already long forgotten. Ren followed on your heels in the dirt until you stopped.
“It's rain, isn't it?” you wondered aloud and turned back to them for confirmation.
“Humans normally stay inside when it happens, my angel. But yes. Rain.” He nodded with a smile, enamored by the way your eyes curiously sparkled before you looked away. His pale hands came up to shield your face when the first drops began to fall.
Tiny thumps of something suddenly bounced off your hair and shoulders, seeping into your clothes. His makeshift shield seemed to be doing its job as you looked all around with wide eyes. Minuscule puddles of water and earth formed around your feet. The sea of flowers still swayed before you, though a few weaker ones fell out of sync as the rain pushed them to and fro as it pleased. You could even hear something akin to chimes when drops pattered over the roof of their home.
You spared a glance up towards the sky, quickly changing your mind with an unwelcome gasp at the spray that tickled your face. Quiet laughter came from behind and you turned to look at your companion once more, shaking off their hands.
Ren appeared unbothered by the dozens of small droplets beading down his forehead to his chin, until you reached forward to wipe them from his face. The heat of his skin stood out to you, and you let your hand linger, rubbing your thumb back and forth over the drops that kept landing on his cheek.
A dull ache began in your back.
You took an innocent step towards him. The light shower of rain was slowly chilling you to the bone, so it only made sense that you sought out their warmth. A warmth that felt as familiar and welcoming as your heaven. Gentle hands wound their way around your waist, guiding you back to the shelter of the porch only a few feet away. With the curtain of his fingers gone you expected another torrent to stream down your face for a brief moment. Instead, all you felt were stray drops falling from his hair.
Relief washed over you almost immediately in their embrace. Every so often you’d feel homesick like this. That sharp, almost stinging lance of pain where your wings were hidden away—yet it always faded as soon as he comforted you. You couldn’t understand why their presence brought such solace to you.
“I’m ready to go inside,” you suddenly said.
Your gaze wandered up to Ren's unreadable blue eyes as he answered, “Are you?”
“Yes… I think so.” But you made no move to leave, instead letting your eyes follow the slow crawl of a droplet down from his cheek to the corner of his lips. Their pale pink color reminded you of the sunset that left you empty only days ago.
It was a dreaded feeling you couldn't bear to feel again.
Without even thinking about it you leaned up to kiss them for the very first time. A faint stutter of surprise to his breath, and then he kissed you back. Part of you expected it to burn, to sting, do something when you mistakenly sought out affections you knew were meant only for a bonded pair—especially from a devil of all creations. Yet there was nothing to punish you for now.
The fluttery haze to your body didn’t wane at all, only blossoming at their touch. Until a gentle nip of fangs at your bottom lip had an entirely new feeling thrumming to life in your heart. You pulled back just to breathe for a minute, running your tongue over the spot that stung in a way you belatedly realized you liked for some reason.
Guilt and confusion battled in your heart at the thought. “Heaven will need me home soon,” you whispered, avoiding their watchful gaze for a long while as you toyed with the still damp strands of his hair.
The devil waited in silence, running one hand in an unknown pattern on your back until you managed to look upwards. “...Do you truly wish to return, my love? Won't you at least stay until the flowers bloom?” The words were desperate, but his voice resigned. As if your answer was already set in stone.
You carefully nodded at his words. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you were even capable of leaving. It scared you more than your god's surefire chastising about the sin you'd just committed. But it has to be then, you wanted to convince yourself. Or you feared you’d break your vows and never leave him.
He accepted with a heart wrenching smile, took your hand and led you up the few steps that were slick with rain. Your fingers tightened achingly around theirs as he opened the cabin’s door.
Beneath the steady drumming of rain, you didn’t notice a bell had been faintly tolling from somewhere far above you.
#14 days with you#14dwy ren#14dwy redacted#cw religious themes#momo writing#o boi#heyyyy angelll#it's me the devil#angel!angel says feeling feelings feels bad!!!#except when it's good!!!#this was in rewrite hell sorry#the original thing was 3 parts but i cut a lot cause some bits didn't hit right in my brain#i am my own worst enemy#i mean i'm super happy with how it ends here bc ominous yearning and longing angst?? love her#if i decide to write more it'd be the absolute last one#and then infodump#or i could infodump now teehee!! shout out to the people in my askbox waiting for 4 months pls forgive meeeee
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wouldn't you like a taste of the power?
#last dunmeshi thursday........... sparkle on and have a delicious day#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#dunmeshi spoilers#dungeon meshi spoilers#delicious in dungeon spoilers#mithrun#mithrun of the house of kerensil#blood tw#light gore tw#my art#2024#i like him a normal amount i think#shout out to all the other tomura refugees flocking to this manga rn hi guys#he is sooo strangler fig by the crane wives btw. but i had this song on loop when i was drawing because it reminded me of the demon sm#-> she can turn you to an animal that'll end up on her plate#-> you must consume and digest it then you'll manifest a being of your creation. all you need's imagination#etc etc etc. dungeon lord era. i shan't go on. you get it#i really like how the demon is continuously portrayed like an abusive lover the imagery of it all is so good#also let it be known when the finale gets animated i will be sobbing wailing and losing my shit#voice casting koki uchiyama was done to target me specifically i think. anyway#oh and the flower is a snapdragon do with that information what you will
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#cydraws#wip#oc#cy#fursona#sylveon#not gonna add text to this one since it IS a wip#but god it's cathartic to have the drive to draw for once in a long while#anyway if u remember when cy was a sylveon ur one of the ogs and i love u#shout out to that one kid who stole her design and got a lot of gross art comm'd and ended up with me distancing from the design for a bit#said kid disappeared from the internet some time after the fact thank god. but jesus.
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I think I'm finally starting to realize Claudine wasn't just trying to tell Maya to remember her humanity or to open herself to others, to acknowledge Claudine and Claudine's love, about human passion winning over lifeless godhood- Revue of Souls was also saying what good is pride if it can't be shared
#Literally bc Maya spends the entire show the most proud with good reason but all her pride was only directed inward#She didn't know how to openly express pride in others or how to share a feeling of pride together#She felt pride was a solo act something she felt alone that no one could understand With her#And Claudine proved her wrong not just with love but by getting Maya to feel proud & awed by someone else#revue starlight#All the other girls play with this idea pride being a group achievement is literally what the series tells you by the end#But Maya was THE most hard headed in learning this lesson#Funny enough Futaba is the one who spends all her time shouting this exact message at Kaoruko that's half her entire drive#Pride should be shared in order to mean anything#Pride only directed inward becomes delusional vanity which is exactly what Claudine tells Maya#Maya like I'm a god I'm a god I Am God and Claudine is fucking pissing laughing at her that was the entire revue lmao
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#polls#song lyrics#i know some of you will probably take psychic damage halfway through this poll#unfortunately that's still one of the lines that makes me shiver with jealousy so cope#also shout out to manuel from zeal & ardor who has apparently already seen me talk about his lyrics on tumblr#and who will probably get a song lyric poll all to himself one of these days#i should do a dessa one too but the idea of making choices from all her songs like that is so overwhelming#i'm sure this'll be a playlist at the end and also you can ask if you're curious about a song and don't feel like googling#sorry all of these are english but that's the only language i know well enough to appreciate the poetry in#yet
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listened to the most recent ep of wbn on a plane which was a mistake because I was fully losing my shit, crying, freaking out. in an aisle seat of a crowded airplane. not ideal, but holy fucking shit, unbelievable performances from every single cast member, i have not recovered
#aabria crying makes me cry!!!!!!!!!#also the visual of an angry and determined ame leaving to go talk to mirara knowing what she has to do#while suvi shouts out the door after her#and eursulon is there watching it happen#and she apologizes to him after but we don’t get to see what happens between them after ame is gone……..#ooooooooouuyghhhhg#and then brennan with the fuuuucking steel chair at the end? motherfucker#TASTY!!!! I LOVE THEM#can’t believe we’re already at the end of arc 3#worlds beyond number#wbn pod#wbn spoilers#wwwo#the wizard the witch and the wild one
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Hornigold's Izzy was the worst, of course. A version of himself that never escaped that terrible place, who lived his life as little more than an object. He still has nightmares about all the things Baz told them, about all the things he didn't.
It doesn't really surprise him, after the first ones, not at its root. To be Izzy Hands is to be someone's after all, though seeing his own face on someone so fundamentally different to him never gets less weird. The people who these other Izzys attached themselves too often left him with more questions than answers. Jack's Izzy, he can understand, from a certain view, though the man himself felt like a fever dream. The less said about Stede's Izzy the better, he's never going to forgive him for the ideas he put in his Stede's head.
Then there was Sam's Izzy.
The first thing anyone noticed about him was that he was happy. He smiled and laughed without thought, and went through life with an ease Izzy didn't think he had ever felt. The crew took to him immediately, accepting him in a way they never did the other Izzys, and certainly not their own. They prodded him and asked him endless questions, and he took every touch without a flinch and answered every question without a hint of a grumble. This Izzy was free. He was open, unburdened, trusting. He was happy.
Sam's Izzy was the one that hurt the most to see. He could accept the worst that Hornigold could've offered, that he would have suffered and been broken. It was infinitely harder to see that he had a chance to be this happy. That it slipped through his fingers.
He's never looked back before, but now? Seeing what might've been? He can't stop himself from considering the possibility that maybe he made the wrong choice back then, going with Ed.
#another little snippet from that au i am never ever going to do anything with <3#i feel like this comes with a whole bunch of asterisks that things arent this simple and sams izzy isnt only this embodiment of joy#that theres depth to him and his universe. but also yeah i kinda do have it mapped out that his life is pretty golden#but this is just a snippet; addressing the initial impression. you dont get all the izzy talking and nuances#i plan to have izzy decide hes pretty happy with his life in the end. that he's do it all again if he had to.#(you can decide if this is or isnt s2 compliant or not. i did start plotting this like. more than a year ago so. it probably isntttt#but ill probably draw from her in some regards <3 )#hes wrong about the crew too! sorta. again; its all izzys view on things and therefore subject to the mans own issues#nyxtalks#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#israel hands#sam bellamy#bellhands#Sam's Izzy#i actually have no idea if i have a tag for the other couple posts i made abt this! but theres one now#shout out to my dearest sage who got this spitballed in her dms one lunchtime. u are everything to me#thank u for always bouncing izzy ideas with me and being so open to my random shit completely removed from context <3#izzyverse
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doctor who is at its worst when it leans into the whole Chosen One angle and it’s at its best when it lifts up and features the absolute normies
#doctor who#this is at least partially why Clara as a character annoys me#though admittedly I don’t know the end of her arc so who knows. maybe I’ll change my mind.#also why so much of 11’s writing falls flat for me#sorry I get BORED when I have to hear Matt smith shouting at aliens in the sky about how clever and powerful he is#but this is also why Donna is the most supreme companion
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So many of the same wrong and tired takes are out in full force now in the run up to the US election and it’s only going to get worse in the weeks ahead.
One of the worst is about voting for the “lesser of two evils.” It’s exhausting just to type. But I’m not convinced people who trot that out are trying seriously to win anyone over: It’s about shutting down dissent and criticism.
But voting in the US has only ever been a short term solution, particularly for marginalized communities whose lives are constantly under threat every 2-4 years.
Notice I said short term though. Because voting doesn’t even remove the threat for these communities, not when lives are being lost to the violence it takes to maintain the system year round. The US is built and maintained by imperialism, racism, bigotry, exploitation, and genocide. None of that is going to change no matter who is in office, which makes advocating on behalf of the ‘lesser’ evil a defense of the status quo. There is not and will never be a candidate who will change that dynamic at the national level as it exists now. The lesser evil is evil because they operate within and maintain the system. ACAB - and the head of the executive branch of government is most certainly a cop.
All that said, voting is important. But you have to go in knowing what you are voting for: what is on the ballot.
You have to cast your vote based on what you can actually get from the candidate. Not what you want or what you think they can be persuaded on. The below are examples of what I mean.
What is on the ballot: Supreme Court seats.
Chief Justice John Roberts is 69. Sam Alito is 74. Clarence Thomas is 76. If any of these men want to retire and avoid dying on the bench, they will likely want to within the next 4-8 years.
Similarly, Sonia Sotomayor is 70 and the same goes for her. Elena Kagan is 64 and will likely hang in there for a while.
What is not on the ballot: genocide.
Both parties support it. Neither candidate is willing to compromise. BUT that is not the same as saying ‘nothing can be done.’ It means there is no vote you can cast as a US Citizen in this election to end the genocide in Palestine.
Recognize liberation is a multi-generational struggle and your place in that tradition. Neither the Democrats and certainly not the Republicans are going to grant it on their own. It takes sustained organizing and resistance to make it happen. The Civil War Amendments did not happen in a vacuum. Neither did any of the Civil Rights Acts and those fights are still ongoing.
Do not vote for anyone because they are the lesser evil. Understand that voting for evil will only bring more evil. Protect marginalized communities no matter the time of year or whether or not there is an election.
Vote for what you are going to get and be ready to fight for the rest.
#ruby speaks#goodmorning#i did not sleep last night#but seeing lesser evil garbage on my dash sucks#it’s only used to shout people down#even when concerns and criticisms are valid#like fucking hell#stop the genocide#because kamala won’t#she wouldn’t even meet with the uncommitted movement#that has to be addressed#and she has to be held accountable#that doesn’t mean don’t vote for her#it means look at how much work we have to do#politicians aren’t coming to save anyone#it’s up to us#fuck the Democratic Party#they’re a means to an end we choose#imperialism has never dismantled itself
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