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y0-yo-yo · 1 month ago

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DCxDP: Amity Park aka uncanny Valley

Who ever thought that a family road trip across the country was ever a good idea? Especially when the family concerned is the Waynes!

...plus a Brown but you can't really talk Waynes without including Stephanie Brown

Bruce had a gala to attend in Chicago during the summer vacation Dick jumped at the opportunity to do a family road trip and try his newest car/van

was putting a Damian Wayne in an enclosed space with a Tim Drake a good idea? No. Was Dick going to argue with Bruce at least thrice a day? Maybe Will Jason be even remotely happy to be part of this trip? Probably not and will all the kids fight to choose who is in charge of the radio? Most definitely, but it'll be fun!

At first everything was awful,Bruce made them wake up terribly early, for once that Tim had slept that night! (albeit for only three hours which was plenty if you asked him) to leave even before the sun was up

Then it became alright, the eight seat car was spacy enough to not get into each other's personal space, everyone started to sing along to music and exchanging playlists

Dick had an awful amount of dico and 80's music, Bruce played his dad rock while Steph and Jason talked white girl music

They started their trip by going through Pennsylvania, taking pictures and joking on how Batman should be a local super hero there instead than in new Jersey,then they headed for Washington DC, it was fun visiting the hall of justice as tourist even tho they all knew the place better than the guides,then they went through Kentucky where Dick really wanted to visit the 'longest cave in the world' and comparing it to the bat cave (Bruce was unimpressed)

And finally they'll drive right through Illinois to get Bruce to Chicago and escape before he tries to get them to join the Gala

And then the car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

The sun would set soon but it was still really hot as we were in early August.

"the GPS say the closest city is a fourty five minutes walk" Annonce Duke while Dick,Tim and Bruce tried to find what's wrong with the car

"We could easily do the journey" Damian says placing a draw two making Steph, too invested in this game of uno with Cass and the demon brat frown

"in this heat!? Do you want us to die of a stroke?" The blond replied placing a plus two as well

"It looks like it's our only choice guys...the car won't start anytime soon better get to a town and buy some new parts" The eldest said from the front of the car

"can't we just call a cab or something?"

Asked Stephanie

"privileged behavior" Duke replied back to back "plus I don't think there's cabs in bumfuck nowhere...I ain't never even heard of 'Amity Park', plus, if they did they wouldn't have eight seat"

"wait Amity Park?" Asked Tim who was swiping grease on a now ruined travel towel "I have family who lives there..." He said thoughtfully

"maybe you can ask them if they have a place to stay for the night? There's only cheap motels in this town and I don't really wanna catch bed bugs" Duke says still on his phone

"oh wow now look who has privileged behavior!" Stephanie snort a smirk on her lips as she add a plus four to Cass's

"uhm can we go back to the part of Tim having living family members? That own a house? Why would you make up one if you had family in the state?" Dick ask "and why do you live with us?" Added Damian because, of course he would

"well... it's not like we talked a lot, I saw them...maybe two times in my life? And they were definitely my parents type of neglectful so going to them wouldn't have changed much"

"...do they also have a kid?" Bruce ask and before he got the chance to talk more he got shut down with a "no you can't adopt more kids!" From all his children

"but yes they do have a kid, we got along great from what I remember...but except sparkly pink dress I don't remember much..." Tim clarified

"I vote we still ask them for a place to stay or at least a ride, if they're Drake's family they should at least have a limousine or mansion no?" Steph asked eager to find a good bed once more

"I don't know...I haven't talked to them much... especially not after my mother's passing...I don't even know if I still have their number" Tim think his voice a little lower, he did think about his mother's sister and her family when he was still living alone in the Drake mansion but thinking back on the blurry memories of being forgotten for hours on end with his cousin didn't really make him want to reach out

"it's okay if you don't want to Timothy, we can find another way" Bruce says in his paternal voice placing a reassuring hand on Tim's shoulder

"no,no it's okay, a call won't hurt right?"

Tim looked through his phone and he, in fact, did have his cousin's number saved, he stepped away from the car to make the call. He was a bit nervous and a bit ashamed, he had a cousin his age that lived in similar conditions as him and he never thought to check up or call,and now that he did it was for a favour, they hadn't talked in over ten years and he couldn't really remember what they were like, hopefully they hadn't grown up like their parents as a stuck up asshole

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Samantha Manson wasn't a family person,

She didn't care for them,they didn't care for her.

She labeled all her extended family members under "family" as contact names and usually wouldn't pick up when they'd call, not that they did regularly

Yet,she was in a good mood today so when her phone light up and her ringtone rung she picked up

"uhm Hi Sam...antha?... it's Tim- Timothy drake?Wayne? I uhm- our moms are sisters?"

Was the anxious voice that waited for her on the other side of the phone

Huh...

Huh.... Timothy ? Oh fuck Timothy ! Was she a bad cousin to have forgotten one of the only kids her age that she got along with in her family?

Well got along is a big word they just stuck around each other the two times their families were attending the same galla but it was fun for once...if she remembered correctly

It was still a time where he mother was the one dressing her up in those awful sparkly or floral dresses with cutesy hairdo...a goth's nightmare Sam got shivers just thinking back on it

"Yes I remember you Tim Drake...what can I do to help?"

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"okay so, my cousin say she can come pick us up as long as we don't care for basic road safety?"

Tim said coming back to his family who had all migrated to sit at a picnic table near the car

Jason Dick and Damian who had left for a gas station a few minutes ago to grab some snacks and see if they had anything to fix the car came back at the same time dropping bags of chips, candy and other bar chocolate

The comment about road safety made Bruce frown (hypocrite) but all the other kids could not care less

"so...we're not getting picked up by a limousine? Or is it more of a bus bar type of thing?"

Stephanie ask resulting on her head being bonked by Dick

"no the real question is what's your cousin like?"

"I am not spending a car ride with a snobbyer version of Tim"

Jason added making Damian nod in agreement and Tim roll his eyes

"To be honest, I don't remember much? She didn't sound snobby on the phone?"

Tim guess trying to make a mental image of what Samantha may look now, she probably let her dark chocolate brown hair grow? Or maybe she cut them? Would she still wear floral prints and sparkles? Probably not she hated them as a kid

"and how are her parents?"

Bruce inquired not without warning glares from his kids

"I remember even less! But Sam said they weren't home so..."

"hn"

Bruce narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything

"really all I remember about them is the fakest laugh and sparkly pink dresses"

Tim sighed

"sparkly pink dress? Are you trying to kill my rep?"

A new voice joined in the conversation making everyone at the table jump save from cass who had noticed the presence long ago

All but turned to see this goth girl wearing an all black dress with at least three layers of clothes and even more in accessoires

She smiled at them with teeth a little too sharp for comfort

"hi I'm Samantha Manson, but please call me sam! I hope you won't mind but my car might me a little cramped"

She said in a friendly voice beeping her car key bringing her car, a hearse, back to life radio blasting the latest song she was listening to and making her headlights bath them in light really tieing the whole spooky vibes together

Yeah...the kids are gonna like this girl.

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batboyblog · 2 months ago

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Sen. Cindy Winckler, D-Davenport, reflected on her 2007 vote to add civil rights protections for sexual orientation and gender identity. She said, “I am so ashamed” of the bill passed Thursday and ended her remarks in tears.

Iowa Republicans voted, over the objection of every Democratic member of the State House and Senate to remove trans rights from Iowa's Civil Rights Act. Rights Democrats added 18 years ago.

This is a dark moment for sure, but it's only ever over when you give up. If you're in Iowa gear up there's an election in 2026 and I don't want to hear "oh we're a red state" fight, fight for it. Sign up to volunteer if this made you SICK to your fucking bones, don't tweet, don't post, do something.

where ever you are in America, if this shit makes you sick? look around, if you're in a red state and you find "hey no one is running against my gross MAGA state rep" you do it, if Elon Musk can be President, you can funding RUN FOR SOMETHING! you can find cool local candidates running in 2025 to help here and get signed up to help fight in elections in 2026 and beyond here and here

But I think the most important thing any of us can do is this: Have the hard conversations with the people in your life. You have the power to shift the people in your own life more than any TV ad or speech by a politician can. If you've been avoiding talking to a family member, if you haven't been as open at work as you could be etc, now or never. You shouldn't have to educate people, but if you don't, someone will do it for you and you won't like it.

#trans #trans rights #Iowa #politics #political #US politics #American politics #its always darkest before the dawn

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lillianfromaccounting · 2 months ago

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I met my younger selves for tea service today. (We don’t drink coffee.)

I greeted all of them with platters of scones and tea sandwiches, a variety of pots of tea. I shared with them the state of the world.

14 yr old me, who was voted "most likely to become president", was disappointed that we still had not elected a woman president yet. She was excited that we still wrote stories though.

17 yr old me, who had just finished studying Elie Wiesel's Night, asked how the hell did n*z*s gain popularity again? She then quoted our AP US History teacher... "US democracy is only about 200 years old. We don't know if it actually works. It's still too young." (This quote has always followed me but has haunted me since Nov. 8, 2016.)

20 yr old me, who just had a front row seat to the destruction of the Twin Towers, said to look for the helpers. Be the helpers.

27 yr old me, in grad school when the recession happened, said she hope I was still baking. I tell her I've delved into sourdough and she said she's not sure how she feels about that. I tell her it's not superior to the yeasted bread recipe she's been using for over a decade, but it's very good in a different way. I tell her our cheesecake is still phenomenal though. She nodded her approval.

Then she said, "fuck the patriarchy".

32 yr old me, a new mother, both hands cupping her chai, was unsure of what to do with herself without her child. I tell her it will be OK. You are doing your best. You really need to get some sleep though. But she asks "How? He never sleeps." And I squeeze her hand and tell her, this will pass.

35 yr old me, a mother again, asks why she should go on knowing what I know now. I tell her because there is still love in this world. Because there are people that love you and that you love. There is still joy in the world, despite the dumpster fire. You really need sleep. And therapy. But mostly sleep.

40 yr old me, right in the middle of COVID, said, "Are you fucking kidding me?! How the fuck did he get elected again?! What the actual fuck?" And I explain that there were things set in motion probably before we were born and the right conditions have allowed those things to align to fruition. Then she said, "Well what are we doing about it?"

We fight. We call and write our senators and congress people and remind them that the legislative branch is supposed to check the executive branch. We protest where we can. We support local. We educate where we can. Resistance comes in many forms.

We fight for our younger selves. Be the hero your younger self would look up to. Be the person your younger self wanted to grow up to be.

We end brunch with a sing along (because that's what theater kids do). Seasons of Love followed by Do You Hear the People Sing?

I hugged all of them, which was weird for all of us (younger versions of me wasn't hugged very much so there was a learning curve).

And I leave with the fire of my younger selves fueling me to fight another day.

#personal #current events #us politics #tw 9/11

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posttexasstressdisorder · 1 month ago

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https://www.sfgate.com/politics/article/hey-democrats-wake-up-20219559.php

The sky is falling. The United States federal government is being illegally dissolved before your very eyes. The workers you rely on to ensure that you don’t eat ground beef tainted with paint chips are being laid off en masse. Immigration and Customs Enforcement raided your office last week and asked for your papers, even though you were born in Fremont. A fire tornado is due to touch down in your backyard next Tuesday. Your parents are terrified to board an airplane. Your gay nephew is terrified to go to school. Your 401(k) is in the toilet. MEASLES. Measles have returned and want to eat your baby. Every day you look at the news, and you’re told that the president would like to bring back cockfighting. You and I need reassurance. You and I need to know that someone out there is trying to put an end to all this madness. Instead, we get this.

I hate you, Democrats. I hate you so, so much. Yes, I hate Trump and Elon and all of the s—t-for-brains voters out there who were like DURRR THESE FELLAS ARE JUST WHAT WE NEED TO CLEAN UP WASHINGTON DURRR. But I reserve a special place in my black heart for you, Democrats. You are the representational equivalent of being put on hold by customer service. All you do is let me down. It’s like being a Browns fan if every time the Browns lost, a Tesla ran over my dog. You guys make voting feel pointless.

Starting with you, Joe Biden. You still alive, old man? Well, you could’ve fooled me. Great job staying in the 2024 race juuuuust long enough to torpedo your party’s chances, and then pissing off to Cape Henlopen solely because George Clooney asked you to. Were you a good president? I have no idea, because you were too busy huffing oxygen from your bedside tank to sell your agenda to the American people. Maybe you could have gotten everyone on your side by crafting a really clever sign to hold up.

And who’s this? Why, it’s former Vice President Kamala Harris, who got voters excited for exactly one month before huddling with her advisers and deciding to campaign as a Republican, WITH Republicans. And what other brilliant tactician could tap one of the most beloved governors in America as her running mate and then Tim Kaine-ify him by 75%? Hey Kamala, maybe in your free time you can pursue a life sentence for a homeless man who stole a box of Chiclets from a local CVS. I legit thought you would win in November! Why did I think that? Someone should brain me on the head with a baseball bat.

Speaking of head injuries … John Fetterman! I’m a fellow brain injury survivor alongside John. So when this man suffered a stroke during his Senate race against Dr. Oz, I was like, “Do NOT discriminate against this man just because he had a brain injury.” Little did I know that Fetterman’s blood clot would turn him into the second coming of Joe Manchin. I just got rid of Joe Manchin, and now I have to deal with a taller, weirder one?

These are just some of the people I was foolishly hoping would put a stop to the meme-ocracy that’s currently eating the world. Democrats keep responding to our cries for help with, “Get out and vote!” Who am I even voting for? Is it you? Is it some asshole company on your donor roll? Is it shrink-wrapped skull James Carville, whose electoral acumen has aged even worse than he has? I’ve gotten more results voting on a new flavor of Lay’s potato chip.

U.S. President Donald Trump shakes hands with California Gov. Gavin Newsom upon arrival in Los Angeles on Jan. 24, 2025, to visit the region devastated by the Palisades and Eaton fires.MANDEL NGAN/AFP via Getty Images

Now that I think about it, how did a state that offers so much sunshine and terrific produce end up with a whole armadaof s—t Democrats, including Adam Schiff, Nancy “once we all die in a rejuvenated smallpox epidemic, the House will be ours again!” Pelosi and Alex Padilla, who thought that a sternly worded letter to a Trump mole would end the administration’s desecration of our national parks. And don’t forget about Dianne Feinstein! Yes, I know that Feinstein is dead. No, that doesn’t excuse her. Stupid, dead Feinstein. I bet she’s lecturing children in hell because they dared to ask for a table fan.

And if you think that my party has more to offer on the opposite coast, may I introduce you to New York Democrats? Oh look, it’s Little Mister Punching Bag, Chuck Schumer! A Palestinian American resident of this man’s state was just kidnapped by ICE and remanded to Kafka State Prison down south without cause, and Chuck’s first instinct was to essentially say, “Now we all know this young man is brown, which means he hates the Jews.” Totally. Way to see the REAL story going on here, you empty tin of pomade. And somehow Chuck has even greater moral fortitude than Eric Adams, who probably couldn’t commit murder without accidentally leaving his Turkish passport in the victim’s hand.

I can’t believe how useless most of these Democrats have proven in the fight to preserve something, anything, functional in this backwater of a country. Oh, do you want me to give the RBG girlboss treatment to Sonia Sotomayor, who skipped out on retiring while Biden was in office because she just loves writing terse dissents? What about Hakeem “Next Pelosi” Jeffries? Will he bamboozle the opposition with his fearsome repertoire of debate club hand gestures? Judging by those signs from the other night, I’m thinking no. No as all f—k.

I don’t expect you geniuses in charge of my party to listen to my plea, but I’ve been shouting into the wind for decades now so I may as well do it one final time. Democrats need to give voters like me a reason to care. Our current president is an asshole, but he sure knows how to get people to care one way or the other. Part of that success has been from brute force political messaging. Part of it is from the voraciousness of capitalism mutating this country into a place where everyone is told they’re equal but no one WANTS to be equal. When Donald Trump runs on a platform that boils down to F—K OTHER PEOPLE, tens of millions of Americans eat it up because they’ve been conditioned to hate other people: their boss, their movie stars, that guy that cut them off on the drive to work, everyone.

I don’t know how we solve this problem, but actually WANTINGto solve it is a good first step. I see little evidence right now that Democrats — especially you, Gavin — have that desire. I’ll still vote in every election out of obligation, but how many others will just stop doing it entirely now that you’ve failed them so consistently? I have a hard time trusting a bunch of people who couldn’t even think to start up an ASSHOLE chant on the House floor during Trump’s speech last week. I’m wagering that younger generations are even more disaffected. Those people will be lost forever unless you f—kers finally understand what’s happening outside your office window.

And if you don’t get your s—t together now, I’ll know it’s because you don’t want to. I’ll know that you never cared about democracy. That you never cared about fixing the Constitution that’s currently sitting at the bottom of Sam Alito’s toilet. That you never cared about women or gay and trans folk or the poor or Muslim Americans or even Jewish people. I’ll know that you only care about yourselves, same as the president does. If you careerist scum want to prove me and every other voter wrong, you’d better get started right now. The clock is ticking.

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probablyasocialecologist · 1 year ago

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It’s become a real challenge to keep up with every Palestine protest and action happening in this country, but I am going to round-up some of that have occurred in recent days in case you missed them. Over 75 activists shut down and blocked all entrances to Boeing Building 598 in Saint Charles, Missouri. The facility manufactures the Small Diameter Bombs (SDBs) and Joint Direct Attack Munition (JDAM) bombs that Israel is using Gaza. “We are joining millions of people across the United States and around the world in demanding an end to Israeli’s brutal assault on Gaza and its decades-long occupation of Palestine,” said Ellie Tang, a member of the anti-war organization Dissenters, in a statement. “We urge Congress and Biden to hear the calls of millions of us living in this country, and push for a ceasefire. Until Congress blocks the bombs, we will.” After shutting operations down for 2 hours, the facility canceled its deliveries for the day. 500 protesters with Jewish Voice for Peace (JVP) took over the Statue of Liberty’s platform, dropped banners, held a sit-in, and chanted for a ceasefire. “HAPPENING NOW AT THE STATUE OF LIBERTY: Hundreds of Jews and allies are holding an emergency sit-in, taking over the island to demand a ceasefire in Gaza. We refuse to allow a genocide to be carried out in our names. Ceasefire now to save lives! Never again for anyone!,” tweeted the organization. Oakland protesters blocked a ship from leaving its port for hours. The boat was headed to the Port of Tacoma to pick up arms destined for Israel. Hundreds of protesters are currently occupying that port and at least one worker is refusing to take the cargo after learning about its use. At a Get Out the Vote rally, Democratic candidate Senator John Fetterman (D-PA) was confronted by a protester calling for a ceasefire. “4,000 plus dead children in Palestine. 9,000 plus dead civilians, get off the stage. … Get off the stage. I don’t care … get off the stage,” he yelled before being escorted out of the building by police. Tens of thousands gathered in San Francisco to demand a ceasefire. “I can feel the momentum of it and that’s why we had to get out today,” one told the local CBS station. “My son’s in Trafalgar Square right now or he was earlier today. Same deal. People who just feel the injustice of the world.” A speech by Senator Cory Booker (D-NJ) in New Jersey was interrupted by activists calling on him to back a ceasefire. He quickly exited the stage. Rhode Island Senators Jack Reed and Sheldon Whitehouse were disrupted at event by protesters calling for a ceasefire. Rep. Grace Meng was confronted by protesters asking when she will back a ceasefire. She remained silent and her staff told them, “There’s a time and place for this.”

#palestine #israel #USA #us elections #antizionism

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eugenedebs1920 · 6 months ago

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I’ve been a political junkie since before I could vote. I remember, I was in 3rd or 4th grade, listening to the radio when my mom was driving me somewhere. A news brief comes on and it’s about George H.W. Bush and Desert Storm. When the segment ended I said, “George bush sucks!” My mom got mad at me, not because of the statement, but because of the word suck, saying, “where did you learn that word Eugene?! Do you even know what suck means?” Honestly I really didn’t, but I knew it was an insult.

I have never! Not once, bailed on my civic duty to vote since turning 18. Presidential election, midterm election, special election, local. If I was given the opportunity to voice my opinion, I was about it.

I’ve always stayed pretty informed. Sometimes, like the current moment, far too much. The whole process fascinates me. Both the campaigning and the idea behind a representative , democratic election. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wearing a light up, goofy hat. Although I did attend a Democratic National Convention once. Not the convention itself but I saw Rage Against the Machine perform for my second time, and the DNC time was free!

My first election I voted for Al Gore. I liked him. I thought he was smart. I liked his stance on the environment. I liked that he had the experience under Clinton that he had. I will also tell you, I didn’t then, nor have I ever, repped hats, or shirts, or flags of ANY president or presidential candidate. A pin or two the day I received em, or on my backpack maybe. Never though have I walked around with my political affiliation, or my affliction to a politician on full display. There were times when it wasn’t hard to tell with long hair, patchwork pants, big beard but.

That’s what has me so perplexed, not the hair and beard thing, but the devotion. I don’t get it. It would be different if it was, I don’t know, not Donald Trump! I mean, who really is that guy?

I saw him on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, a couple times as a kid, thought he seemed smug even then, I missed the whole Apprentice thing, didn’t even own a tv during that time. Was too busy living life. Is that where this follow derives from? I never saw one episode. I heard it wasn’t that good, nor did it have that high of ratings.

He isn’t a very elegant speaker. Go read a quote of his. When he says it, it kinda makes sense, but when you read one, it’s nothing. He says a bunch of words but he doesn’t say anything. It’s actually embarrassing that Trump quotes will forever be part of American history. Here’s an example from a rally when talking about Kamala Harris “back home to mommy. And she goes back home to mommy. ‘Was that you darlling?’ And then she gets the hell knocked out of her. Her mothers a big fan of ours. You know that, right? Her father, her mother. No, you always have that.” Mind you a couple things here. Right before this little snippet I clipped, he was talking about California and “whether you’re a Democrat, Republican, or independent this election is your chance to send a message”. Directly before, the next words are the mommy thing. It doesn’t piece together at all! Also. Kamala’s mom passed away quite a while ago from cancer. What is he even talking about!?

Now compare that to an Obama quote from 2004. “Yet even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes. Well, I say to them tonight, there's not a liberal America and a conservative America - there's the United States of America. There's not a black America and white America and Latino America and Asian America; there's the United States of America. The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats.”

See. It’s coherent, it has a driven message, it’s passionate. I can get behind that. Not talks about Hannibal Lecter, and electric boats. I don’t get it.

Moving forward.

Let’s talk about his presidency. What bills did he pass? There’s the massive corporate and wealthy tax cut that did very little for 98% of Americans. What else? Anybody? “Well, he built the wall and Mexico payed for it” that is false. There have been small sections built, but scattered, not even one long area. He increased the national debt by over $7.5 trillion. His policies, or lack there of with Covid caused hundreds of thousands of avoidable deaths. Those stimulus checks to keep Americans afloat are the cause of the inflation that we just now got back to normal. When he had to “print” money to give us so we could survive, the value of the dollar went down because there was more capital with no transaction, so with less value the dollar represents, the more things cost in relation to it. Economics is some weird, complicated, almost dogmatic stuff, but it kinda makes sense.

Then there’s the whole not accepting the election results thing. I’ve written and talked about over and over again. It’s exhausting! This is BY FAR the worst thing potentially ANYONE has done to America. More so than the 9/11 terror attacks, Pearl Harbor, Boston marathon, that’s a bold statement. Yet, through his narcissism not allowing him to concede to defeat, and claiming the election was rigged, it is an immensely damaging assault on the very foundation of this whole American democratic experiment. His words have sown doubt into the fabric of democracy with his baseless lies. He absolutely had the right to contest the results, do investigations, recounts, audits, and file suit with the evidence he had supporting his claims. The thing is, he had no evidence, there was no proof of any fraud because, there was none. Thats the end of the behavior that was acceptable. When all those court cases were dismissed for lack of evidence, that should have been it, but no.

All the tweets, all the interviews, all the scheming and plotting, after the court cases and recounts and whatnot, that’s sedition! Thats purposely conspiring against the United States. He knowingly pushed false information to Americans, who believed their commander in chief, and perpetrated the worst assault on our nation’s capital since the Civil War. Thats treason!!

The fact that that wasn’t the end is flabbergasting! The fact he is still in the public eye, let alone running for the seat he so immensely betrayed blows my f*cking mind!!

I don’t care about party affiliation, first and foremost we are Americans. First and foremost our allegiance is to the constitution. First and foremost we abide by the law. This sycophantic groveling to this guy is disgusting! It’s saddening. It’s unamerican.

This upcoming election will, and is saying a lot about us as Americans. The outcome will reflect who we are. I’m not sure I can say with confidence what that is. In the words of 4th grade Eugene, It sucks.

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tina-mairin-goldstein · 10 months ago

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Hannibal Dash Simulator Season 2

🔍iwishididn'thaveatwin reblogged

🐈‍⬛team-sassy-science

Me and @ autopsyguy going to get some drinks after work.

@ teamsassyscience Why wasn't I invited? And who took that picture?

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#friends #who i will forgive for not inviting me drinking this one time

🌸flowers-in-bloom reblogged

I know this is a stretch, but has anyone seen my dog? He keeps running away and I haven't gotten the chance to microchip him because of this. If you see him, he answers to Winston, and my address is on his collar (he's the one on the upper left, this is the only picture I have).

🌸flowers-in-bloom

Never mind. I found him. Thank you to everyone who tried to help. He is now microchipped.

🌸flowers-in-bloom

Winston ran away again. The microchip is not 100% accurate, so please, if you see him, let me know. I'm afraid he might get hit by a car or attacked by a wild animal.

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#dogs #dog #missing dog

🔍iwishididn'thaveatwin

Okay, something happened at work, and I am currently OBSESSED. Just have to share this with you guys. This article is the best. I set up the link, so just click the picture.

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Petition to save local songbird habit from complete destruction

Local Baltimore City Council Sheldon Isley brokered a deal several years ago to turn the habit of endangered songbirds into a parking lot. Recently, there have been discussions going on further developing what little remains of these birds' home. More information and links below the cut.

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#birds #petition #songbirds #wildlife #baltimore

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🦅lonesome-hawk reblogged lonesome-hawk

Just LOOK at him.

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Yes, I know he's on trial for murder. But if you had been following the trial like I have, you would know he's being framed. Now shut up and leave me alone. I'm disabling comments.

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😶‍🌫️Anonymous asked:

Aren't those @ dogsandflyfishing's dogs?

Yes, they are. I am taking care of them for him while he is unable to.

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🐻prehistoric-predator

I'm partial to the Cave Bear myself, but a Dire Wolf is also a good choice. Before you vote, I've got some studies and info in the link below and some general information so you can make informed decision.

I'm curious to see what you guys think; I'm having to make a really tough decision right now.

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#cave bear #dire wolf #poll #polls #my poll

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#recipe #cooking #lomo saltado

🐕dogsandflyingfishing

Everyone who is asking about Buster in the last picture I put up, he is okay. He got on the wrong side of a wild animal, which happens from to time when you live in a rural area. He needed stitches, but he will be fine. Stop accusing me of mistreating my dogs.

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I've been going through a hard time lately. A friend of mine recently passed, @ teamsassyscience, and I've been thinking about her a lot. Two other friends of mine, @ dogsandflyfishing and @ flowers-in-bloom, along with my boss, are currently in the hospital and things don't look good. I'm really worried

Not what any of you wanted to hear, but I just needed to vent and didn't know where else to do it.

Here's to Beverly, and hoping that Will, Alana, and Jack pull through.

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Today, the entire city of Baltimore was rocked by the shocking revelation that renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, is indeed the true Chesapeake Ripper. According to sources, Lecter very nearly took the lives of three people, and killed a third. Will Graham, once accused himself of being the Ripper. Dr. Alana Bloom, his lover. And Special Agent Jack Crawford of the FBI, a man Lecter has worked with closely in recent months. The one victim who was DOA is reportedly none other than Abigail Hobbs, who has been assumed murdered for months now, previously by none other than Will Graham. And what's more, it turns out he isn't just a serial killer, he is a cannibal as well.

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#big thanks to sarc for reminding me to add tags this time #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #alana bloom #freddie lounds #beverly katz #brian zeller #jimmy price #matthew brown #peter bernardone #randall tier #dash simulator #dashboard simulator

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mallowmaenad · 11 months ago

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baedel flow

this shit ain't nothin to me girl

i'm taking DIY alstolfo brand temu titty skittles. I got so much prog up my ass my dildo has erectile dysfunction. I'm injecting estrogen straight into my face so I can force fem the cop in my brain.

I'm problematic. I ship things you can't imagine. The judge read my Archive Of Our Own bookmarks out loud and the jury were too busy throwing up to give me a guilty verdict.

I smoke shit so dank it'll age regress you into a fucking sperm.

I'm on that greymarket back alley bimbo goo. I'm doing deviantart shit to my body just to look myself in the mirror when I shave in the morning.

Your sister LOVES my milk duds. You never had a brother, she calls me mommy with a 2 year age difference.

I'm putting lead and estrogen in my haters' cereal so I can make some toxic yuri, get them moaning in their boyvoices 6 months later behind the Warhammer store like I'm fucking Slaanesh.

They/them me again and I'll run a used Manscaped Lawnmower across your face until you look like a fucking newborn

I show up to Planned Parenthood just to stand there and watch the abortions, licking my lips between sips of Strawberry Dreams mixed with pure thailander gamer girl sweat.

When I'm done with you you'll never want to go to the pool shirtless again bitch

I'm on those quadruple puppygirlboygirl anarchist homebrew estrogen patches, taking so much spiro that Big Pharma is wiping down fire hydrants in my area to make Premarin with the residue.

The only thing Harkness is testing is my fucking patience and I'm about to turn him into another one of my little sisters

I'm smoking that bocchi the rock giving myself middle school anxiety so intense it erases my male socialization

They wanted to write a callout post about me so I fucked their moms, and their dogs and the playstation 5 just for good measure, now if they don't call me auntie they're grounded from role playing My Hero Academia characters on discord for 2 weeks.

You wish I'd make you my bitch. By the time you re-align your pronouns you'll be bottoming for a fucking stuffed shark posting about your Amazon Basics skirt on reddit

They call me the egg cracker because I bust so many fucking balls

I radiate so much AGP my nickname at the local pride center is elephant's foot. I give Kaitlyn Jenner so much gender envy it's got her considering voting blue in the next election.

Yeah I'm on E, what the fuck else am I gonna trip on when I drive to the pharmacy blasting SewerSlvt so loud youtube is recommending video essays to every single person in the tri state area.

Christine Chandler wishes she was me. Contrapoints wishes she was me. Aphrodite desires me carnally. They can't handle the divine feminine energy radiating from my unwashed hen cause they gotta go through the Hero's Journey just to get a face full of baby butter that tastes like expired anchovies.

Tonight girl my chosen name is Bridget because I'm going to go to town inside you. Your hole's gonna be more ruined than Thanksgiving dinner when I show up in a slutty little number watching my cousin the same age as me lose another inch of his hairline.

I'm sucking on that neocities watamote siscon shadow siren hard candy getting affected like a male feminist just heard me say the word bitch a little too loud for his liking. My Celeste speedruns have never been faster.

Fuck around and find out keep talking shit and my final fantasy 14 plugins won't be the only thing I'll be reprogramming tonight

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emblemxeno · 2 months ago

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It's such a trip being a Black Leftist because I agree with pretty much all the mission statements of leftist theory and praxis.

But then I hear non-Black leftists say "why are you expecting us to do anything/put our lives on the line when the failures in our Democratic party aren't doing enough???"

And I just go 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

The whole reason progress was made in the U.S. (progress that is currently being undone right now) is because Black people recognized that we can't rely solely on government officials to do stuff and that we had to risk comfort and safety to push for change.

The criticism of White Moderates by Dr King and Malcolm X, I find, is not reserved solely for neoliberals who hate when protests block the road or when the marginalized rightfully act angry. It's also applicable to self-proclaimed White leftists who are unwilling to put their bodies in the same risk and danger that Black people have done for centuries. By only making demands of their betters and not front-lining themselves (by working against those in their immediate vicinity, like family, friends, local authority, by stripping away their social and economic capital), they are still succumbing to the same-or similar-story of not wanting their personal comfort disturbed to enact change.

It gets worse when you look at how many people got angry at Kamala Harris for making a Valentine's Day post about her husband, demanding she do something. It's not her job to do anything for you. She's a private citizen, helping her state of California through its pain and dangers, and minding her business.

Non-Black people are demanding Black bodies be used to rescue them from their own mistakes once again.

No. You should be responsible for fixing your own problems in your own communities first. Your fascist-loving neighbors are not an inevitability, nor a formless evil that's always creeping under the surface. They are people with agency who know exactly what they are doing when they support the politicians they do.

You need to work to strip away the social, political, and economic capital that the right-wing voter base has, so that a Democratic wing in the government can garner power to actually do shit.

You aren't being asked to convince right-wing nuts of anything or leveraging to "win their vote" when you're asked to protest their events, rallies or get-togethers. You're being asked to fight back, to boo and jeer, to encourage others to join you until you're the majority, and drive out the evil.

"But police and military!!!" Not an excuse, because Black people have dealt with and continue to deal with both of those threats every day of our lives. And we still fight on regardless.

Idk, this is just my thoughts as someone who had to learn to grapple with this kind of stuff from a very young age. I'm not saying to mindlessly shill for the DNC or donate to them whenever they ask (god knows they don't need anymore fucking money right now), but I wish more would that you aren't as powerless as you think you are.

#might delete later #black culture #black history #black history month #politics

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Hi. I wanted to ask how you have those among Ukrainians who believe in russian propaganda. I just met one refugee from Kharkov, and he told me that Putin is fighting for the Russian world, and it was the United States that started the war. He reasons that since he speaks Russian, he should support Russia's actions. And this despite the fact that his city was bombed, and he and his family were on the verge of life and death.

Hi. I can't really answer this. I mean, I can try, but I'm not good at answering vague questions. I'm not well-spoken enough.

How come so many USAmericans worship Trump and see him as a savior of the poor when he's the exact opposite? How come far-right parties all across Europe gain more and more popularity, with people believing that fascists in power will resolve all their problems? Hell, we can take it a step further and ask how come people become anti-vaxxers and flat Earth believers? The answer is only one - propaganda. People fall under the harmful influence.

Russian propaganda has been extremely active in the southeast of Ukraine basically since we gained independence. Russia has been spending millions upon millions on brainwashing Ukrainians. The propaganda became more and more aggressive since the Orange Revolution. It was everywhere in the Donbas, you couldn't even wear a piece of orange clothing without risking being beaten up.

I was only a middle-schooler, but I remember it in detail. Propaganda materials such as leaflets were distributed everywhere. I remember one with Viktor Yushchenko (pro-European presidential candidate) against the background of the US flag and Uncle Sam who's saying, "Yushchenko is our pResident." I remember asking my mother what it meant, and she said it means that Yushchenko is a very bad person. This stuff was wild. And it only got wilder.

Russian propaganda claims over the years varied from the statement that "Donbas feeds the entire Ukraine" to "pro-European politicians and the US will make concentration camps in the Donbas for the Russian-speakers and will populate the territory with people from the West instead." I don't know how, but people believed in this purely artificial conflict. Not only were there never any persecutions against the Russian-speakers, but you would actually feel more comfortable speaking Russian in Ukraine. In most regions, the Ukrainian language was considered a "redneck" language and would get you nowhere. Of course, the Ukrainian government is also to blame for letting Russia control the narrative. But for most of these independent years, Ukraine was basically externally managed by Russia. During Yanukovych's presidency, we were like Belarus is now - a false "president" taking instructions straight from the Kremlin. So the brainwashing was getting worse and worse.

I told this story several times, and I'll tell it again. Before the "referendum" in Donetsk, most people laughed at the idea of the "republic." It was supported by some local lunatics, but mostly the whole thing was done by russian mercenaries and russian military. During this time, my aunt told me that those who support this are crazy and they're calling war into our homes. She was a reasonable person. She had a job, a nice apartment of her own, a happy family, and a bright future ahead. In 2015 they fled from Donetsk to russia, along with my grandmother. Why to russia? Propaganda. Then they got russian citizenship and used it to vote for putin. I asked how they could vote for him after what he did to them, after they lost it all. "We're thankful he gave us a home, gave us citizenship," was the answer. At first, he took everything from you, ruined your life, then let you restore a tiny bit of it - and you're grateful. I don't know how this works. It's not like they were welcomed in russia, they faced a lot of prejudice and oppression for being from Donetsk. To the point that my cousin was bullied at school for being from the Donbas, not only by kids but by teachers, despite being an excellent student and graduating with honors. Russians are outraged that their state "rescues" and "helps" those Donbas khokhols instead of helping "true" russians.

In the second month of the full-scale invasion, my grandmother proposed that I move to them, to the moscow region of russia. "This is the country that is trying to kill us all, how can you ask me to move there?" "What difference does it make which country to live in? It's safe here." So along with pro-putin brainrot comes also apoliticalness, passivity.

I'm rambling at this point. I don't want to go on about this forever, like I know I can. Let's leave it at this.

#ask #anon #ukraine #russian propaganda #war in ukraine

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anomalyaly · 4 months ago

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Secrets of the Silent Stars

SotSS Part 2 is underway!

I'm about 2/3 of the way through chapter 1, so it'll be coming soon! In the meantime, Part 1 is complete if you would like to read it or catch up <3 It can be found here [AO3/Wattpad]. Kudos/Votes/Comments are appreciated ALWAYS.

Anyways, here's the prologue of my story to celebrate part 1 being complete!

Tags: Mature themes (violence, death, abuse, trauma, etc), Sebastian Sallow x F!MC, Ravenclaw OC, Slow burn, Fifth year (part 1), check each chapter for tags

"What in God's name is a 'Hogwarts'?"

Sixteen year old Elsie Corvin sat at the top of the stairs of her parents' home in London listening to her father speak sternly to an elderly man in odd clothing. She scooted down a step as she tried to remain out of sight but still able to observe their discussion, her curious dark eyes peeking out from behind the banister.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the interesting man said. "Your daughter has a gift. We'd like for her to be able to hone her talents. She would be studying at one of the most prestigious wizarding schools in the world."

Her father raised an eyebrow at that. "Prestigious?"

Elsie had to hold back a scoff. Of course that would get her father's attention.

Ever since she was born, Elsie's entire life was planned out for her. Her father was a man who strived to be a part of high society. He had a steady job in finance which gave him the upper hand in social circles. They weren't exactly the top tier of the upper class, at least not in the sense that they lived in a manor and had many servants. But her father's name was definitely one that was highly regarded by the locals.

Her parents fully intended on sustaining and growing that wealth - what better way to do that than to arrange a marriage with the eldest son of a family from one of the higher social circles? She was their eldest daughter, and she was expected to set an example of being a proper young woman.

Their plans had all but fallen through the floor when Elsie's magic came to fruition. At a dinner party, no less, when she had unintentionally sent cutlery flying in the direction of the father of her future betrothed.

He had managed to duck out of the way just in time, but not before he and everyone else in the room witnessed the cutlery that had taken off seemingly of its own accord. Elsie hadn't felt sorry about it - his sexist comment was deserving of more than some sharp eating utensils aimed at his head. But she was surprised to find out that she had been the cause of it without lifting a finger.

For so long, she had found herself going along with whatever her parents asked of her. She had become complacent in normalcy after she grew tired of arguing with her parents over it. When she found out that magic existed, it was like all the stories she read, the fairytales that she had used as her own personal form of escapism, came true all at once.

A group of magical people who stated that they worked for something called the 'Ministry of Magic' showed up later explaining that they would have to 'obliviate the muggles.' Elsie didn't know what they had meant at the time, but a few days later, it seemed that the Fairfaxes had forgotten about the incident.

She received a letter soon after - by owl, to her intrigue - inviting her to Hogwarts as a fifth-year student.

While, according to the letter, students were forbidden from using magic outside of school if they were under seventeen, her 'special circumstances' allowed for a man called Eleazar Fig to help her develop a basis for spell-casting before the start of term, when he would also be accompanying her to school. Elsie presumed that the strange man speaking with her father must be this 'Fig' person.

"I assure you, your daughter will be well taken care of," Fig said again to her father.

Her mother chimed in. "I don't understand. How can our daughter have magic?"

"Your daughter appears to be a bit of a 'late bloomer.' It is quite unusual, but we will do what we can to ensure that she catches up with the rest of her classmates."

Her parents exchanged concerned glances. Elsie was surprised they weren't arguing with him and insisting that she stays here - though the fact that Fig was most likely a powerful wizard, it was probably intimidating to her non-magical parents. Muggles, she had heard him say.

"In the meantime," Fig continued, "I would like to provide your daughter with a baseline of what is studied, particularly with spell-casting, so that she has a sense of control over her magic before term begins."

"Like a tutor?" her mother inquired.

"Precisely."

Her father made a face, clearly displeased about the idea of magic being practiced in his house. The fact that she would be attending a school, getting an education outside of learning to be a proper wife, and with mixed company - it probably made him extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm not certain I'm willing to allow it," he said coldly. Elsie recognized the tone as one he used to gain the upper hand in negotiations. It gave her chills.

"I understand it's a lot to take in, especially with your daughter's circumstances. If you would feel more comfortable, we can practice elsewhere. But I would like to see her a few times a week until the school year, as she is already four years behind," Fig said, unphased.

Elsie found herself impressed by the man's calm demeanor. Many people found her father's gruff attitude intimidating - it was refreshing to see someone who didn't shy away from him.

"This is nonsense!" her father exclaimed, and Elsie jumped as he slammed his fist against the wall. Her mother put a hand on his shoulder as if to say don't anger the powerful wizard, darling.

Fig sighed, and Elsie could see him trying to hide his exasperation from where she sat.

"This will be an excellent opportunity for your daughter to have an astounding education," he tried once more. "Think of it as a...magical boarding school."

Elsie's mother brightened at that.

"Oh, a boarding school?" she said excitedly. "Arthur, this could be good for her. Perhaps she'll finally be able to make some proper friends."

Her father, while strict and set in his ways, always tended to melt whenever Elsie's mother used that tone on him. While boarding schools were seen as 'lower' than being taught by a governess or finishing school as Elsie had received, her mother was much more progressive as she hadn't been born and raised in Britain.

Generally, Elsie had a difficult time making friends. She loved to read and learn (courtesy of her mother), but sharing intellect was considered a faux pas amongst women in her social circle. In addition, her father's intimidating status and the fact that things seemed to go wrong around her, she was never truly able to fit in with her peers - it was as if people could sense something was different about her. Now she understood why.

Her mother, although she still hoped the best for Elsie, wasn't as opposed to boarding schools if it meant Elsie had a social life. It seemed that her mother had faith that this school would have students that matched her "caliber." Though, based on what Elsie read in her acceptance letter and what Fig was saying, starting as a fifth year was considered unusual. She would already stand out awkwardly amongst her peers.

Elsie sighed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She waited with baited breath for her father's answer.

After a few tense minutes, he finally nodded.

"Very well. I will go upstairs and discuss this with her."

"There's no need," Fig said, holding up a hand. "I believe she's got the idea."

His gaze flicked upwards to her spot on the stairs and Elsie froze. She hadn't expected Fig to know that she had been listening in the entire time.

Fantastic, she thought, he probably assumes I'm a busybody now.

Her parents turned to look at her.

"Miss Corvin." Fig gestured for her to come down the stairs. She pulled herself up using the banister and walked down. Maybe she could salvage his first impression of her.

"Sir?"

"We haven't been properly introduced," he said, and there was a kind smile on his face as he spoke. "Professor Eleazar Fig."

Elsie nodded politely, her guard still up. If he was a professor of a prestigious school, Elsie would have to make sure he was impressed by her. "Elsie Corvin. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." She bowed her head humbly.

She could feel her parents' eyes on them. Always judging.

Professor Fig seemed to appraise her. She wondered what he was thinking, and she hoped that it was positive. He didn't seem stern or intimidating.

"I've spoken with your parents about teaching you the basics of magic and wizarding culture before you begin your fifth year at Hogwarts. I trust you read your letter?"

Elsie nodded. "I did, sir. I'm also to get...supplies?"

"Indeed. There's a place not too far from here that I will accompany you to in order to ensure you have everything you need. We will also meet twice a week, so that I may help you get acquainted with using a wand and controlling your magic."

Her parents seemed to fade into the background as Professor Fig pulled out a wand out of thin air and handed it to her. She eyed it curiously. My own wand. Just like the stories.

"Unfortunately, you will have to use a second hand wand for now. We will get you a proper wand once the term begins, but you can use this to practice the spells that we learn."

Elsie turned the wand over in her hands. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought it was just a brown stick, aside from the fact that it had a handle. But as she held it, she could feel the power in her flowing through it, as if it was an extension of her. If she had only known how, she would have started casting every spell immediately.

Fig smiled at her awed expression. After she felt satisfied at her inspection of the wand, she looked back up at him.

"Are we to begin practicing now?"

Fig looked amused. "Would you like to begin practicing now?" he asked.

Elsie was desperate to learn. This magic in her was something new, something different from anything her parents could have planned for her. She wanted to explore every avenue of it as soon as possible.

"I would, sir, if that would be alright with you."

Professor Fig's face broke out into a wide grin.

"Then I suggest we get started."

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #elsie corvin #secrets of the silent stars #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy oc #sebastian sallow x fmc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfic #ravenclaw mc #ravenclaw oc

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i live in the south, and i used to follow someone on here who lives in the same state as me, who i thought would've understood how difficult things are for marginalized people who live in red states and why we needed harris to win. but they kept reblogging posts about how both parties are the same and anyone who votes for harris is voting for genocide (as if letting trump win was going to be any better?? he's just started talking about wanting to "clean out the whole thing" and forcibly displace all remaining palestinians by making them move to jordan and egypt, an idea which every group who would be affected hates 🙄). i kept hoping they'd finally realize the very obvious fact that contributing to trump's win wasn't going to make things better for any decent person in the world but the last straw for me was when they posted something like "well i was going to go vote for [fictional character] but the line was too long so i just went home haha!!" i blocked them right after that, and now of course trump is in office and things are going to get so much worse for me and for them as those of us in red states have so much less of a chance to push back against our local governments and all of the bigots who voted for trump will feel more emboldened by his win. so yeah, i share your small fantasy that people like that will wake up and realize they were wrong for spreading these ideas. sorry for venting in your inbox though lol, you don't have to reply to this if you don't want to!

One of my best friends in politics is from Louisiana. He's gay and when he came out his parents sent him to a pray the gay away camp where... really horrible shit happened. And I think about that skinny kid coming out of just the most horrible shit imaginable and being a Freshman in college working his ass off for a Red State Democratic Senator, Mary Landrieu, Mary didn't win, but he worked SO hard for her. And we met working on Hillary's campaign together, boy has bad luck with Democratic women running for office.

Any ways the point is, I love red state Dems, I really do. My friend really loved John Bel Edwards, now I don't think either of us really fully agreed with Edwards, I know my friend was as feminist as a gay boy can be and believed in the right to an abortion totally, Edwards was/is one of the rare pro-life Democrats. But my friend understood, a Democratic governor would protect more people's rights, do more for the poor and the disadvantaged. Edwards' signed an order day one in office banning LGBT discrimination in the state government, when a Republican took over 8 years later, day one, threw that order out, a lot like Trump undoing all the pro-LGBT orders Biden did and rolling back trans rights/access to federal documents that came about under President Obama and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.

I think thats the thing, in Red States and in America at large we share this big country with a lot of people most of whom are more conservative than I am, so how do I get as much of what I want as I can? Do I vote Mickey Mouse for President? no I vote for the candidate that will do the most good, I won't always agree with them, I don't agree with myself most of the time.

idk it's not... theoretical to me? I'm likely not writing my best work here but when it comes to voting I think about all the people in my life who needed help, if they got it or not, and the ways they were left behind or would have been life behind and all the kids out there, queer kids trans kids, the poor always the poor kids, you know and the loss they'll suffer because of 4 years of a Republican President. And yes Trump is a VERY bad Republican President but if we ever get to some future after him there will come a time where maybe a bland centrist Democrat will run against a business focused Republican, Bush V Gore? and people will say "oh there's no difference" and there is.

oh also I want to say, the little old ladies, the normie "cringe lib" wine moms and grandmas (and yes dads and granddads, but more women then men tbh) who struggle with a grand-nephews pronouns did more for trans rights by going out knocking doors for Harris one weekend, then shitty leftist posters (trans and not) who endlessly attacked Dems and voting.

any ways I'm sorry all this is happening, idk what state you're in or how bad it is or will be. I don't have easy answers for living through this long night of the soul. As Thomas Paine put it all those years ago "These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman." it is trying my soul, but I will endure as we all must endure, we can not give up we cannot fail, we cannot allow ourselves to be ground down by fascists, and by their handmaids who act as if they're on our side, I hope everyone is looking to what they can do, and what the next chance they have to fight back and take back political power is.

#politics #political #rambling #ask #answer

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Look, I hate to say this, but

People who are so unconcerned with a Trump Presidency as to abstain from voting as protest against Kamala, be it as it may that they're doing it so they aren't voting for a candidate that is pro-Israel, need to realize that they're acting from a place of privilege. Because come November, if Trump wins, things will happen, that wouldn't have happened under Harris, that will hurt a lot of people.

I'm not voting for Harris because I like her, or because I approve of all of her policies. I'm not voting straight Democrat this election because I'm a neoliberal. Fuck neoliberalism. But at the end of the day, in the American two-party system, unless ranked choice suddenly becomes a whole lot more popular, a leftist not voting, or voting for a more extreme candidate, is effectively a vote for Trump, or for his supporters in local and state elections, in what it achieves.

I know that isn't your intent, but it's the result.

And personally? My heart bleeds for Palestine. I was at my university protesting like hell. I did more than most people. When they broke up the encampment at my university, with armed riot police and border patrol, with a posted sniper on the roof of the health services building, I took it on myself to email the entire academic senate asking them to hold the Chancellor of the university accountable. But I need to take stock in the fact that my heart cannot bleed for Palestine if I am to be dead.

And that's a real, present fear for trans people right now. Sweeping bans of HRT for even adults will cause undue suffering. People who have had an orchiectomy or oophorectomy will suffer if they cannot get hormones. Some of these people, or others who are forcibly detransitioned, may commit suicide. Not to mention, his constant stochastic terrorism will kill people. He will kill people. His rhetoric will empower people to 'purge their community of pedophiles'. We need to remember January 6th, and the kind of people who support him and who he empowers to act.

I am genuinely considering fleeing the country, and taking as many as I can with me. There will be an exodus of trans people either lucky enough to be considered skilled workers, or lucky enough to gain asylum. The ones who are left... I fear to think about it.

I live to protest, to fight for equity and equality for all people.

But I cannot fight if I am dead.

#transgender #donald trump #free palestine #rambling

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

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Can I Count on Forever? ~ Chris Evans

Chris Evans x Senator Reader

Word Count ~ 4.2K

Songs: The Man by Taylor Swift; Paper Rings by Taylor Swift; Lover by Taylor Swift

Its been three years since you met Chris and today, you take one of the biggest steps of your life.

Part Three of the "Can I?" mini series - Part One // Part Two // Main Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, SMUT (p in v, oral – female receiving, slight dominance kink), mentions of cheating, accusations of cheating, political nonsense.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Just a quick message. While I have tried to keep this politically neutral, I will say that I have no idea what any real-world person’s views are and will not assume. Also, I am not an expert in politics and will not claim to be. In the US, we have an election in November. Please, inform yourself on all of your local, state and federal races and issues and remember to register and vote. You can’t complain if you don’t vote!

Your POV

Clack.

Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked to your destiny. It was the end of a fairy tale or the start of one, and you weren’t sure if you could get through the double doors. You thought back on your life, closed your eyes and prayed.

It had been a year since Chris proposed and it was here, your wedding day. As you woke on that bright May morning, you reached for your fiancé and found the bed empty. But a smile crossed your face. He wasn’t in the hotel with you. He was at home with Dodger and his groomsmen while you were at the hotel with your bridal party. As you stretched, there was a knock at the door. “Room service!”

Curiously, you opened the door, and the bellman pushed a cart in. “Mr. Evans asked us to deliver breakfast and champagne to you to start your special day right. Congratulations ma’am.” He stepped back out and you squealed. Opening the cover, Chris had sent your favorite breakfast, along with coffee and champagne. Savoring the meal, you sent a text to Chris.

YN: Thank you, love, for my breakfast! My fiancé: You’re welcome. Only six more hours before I see you again and you make an honest man outta me.

You hugged the phone to your chest when your maid of honor knocked yelling for you to open.

A few hours later, you were waiting in your bridal suite, your father comes in and sees you for the first time. “Oh, my baby, you look beautiful,” tears forming in his eyes

“Thank you, daddy,” your own tears welling up.

“No, don’t cry.” He handed you a tissue. “Chris is a lucky man. I am so happy you found each other.”

The wedding planner knocked. “We’re ready for you.”

As you stood at the double doors, you thought back to how you got here. How you fought for each other, against the world. The doors opened and all you could see was Chris.

Chris POV

I stood at the altar, waiting for those doors to open again and let my beautiful girl come to me. The past three years had been a whirlwind, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. All the bridesmaids make it down the aisle and little Stella finishes with her flowers and the music changes. Everyone stands and the doors open. My jaw falls open. I can’t see anything else but her. She’s an angel, all in white, gliding on her dad’s arm. The tears are building up in my eyes at how beautiful she looked, my little senator.

Once she reached me, I could feel a tear rolling down and she reached up and wiped it away. “Please stop crying,” she whispered. “You’re gonna set me off.”

I could see her lip tremble a little bit. I kissed her hand, "I love you," I whispered.

We kept it traditional, reciting words that have been said by couples like us thousands of times over. When I slip that ring on her finger, it was like a part of me that was missing got put back and I’m overwhelmed.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Chris, you may kiss your bride.”

“Finally,” I breathed as I took her face in my hands and kissed those lips that had haunted my dreams since the first day I met her. It was perfect and when I pulled away, her lips were just a touch redder and more swollen, her eyes danced.

“I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Evans!”

The whole church cheered, and I took my wife’s hand in mine and walked out. After three years and one horrible misunderstanding, I finally have my girl on my arm as my wife.

The reception is amazing. YN and the wedding planner did a great job. It's intimate and romantic but not over the top. Her father wanted to take out a house loan to pay for whatever YN wanted but she refused. “I don’t need you to be in debt Daddy. Give me a reasonable budget and I’ll make it work.” That is my girl, always modest. But this is a once in a lifetime, if I have any say in it and I want it to be her dream. I talked to her dad on the side.

“Mr. YLN, I just want YNN to have everything she wants, so get your budget together and I’ll double it. I want this to be a gift to her but never find out, because her smile will be my thanks.”

It worked like a charm because I can see the tears in her eyes as she looks at the room and see her vision come to life. “Oh my...” she whispers. I take it all in, the crystal vases holding the red roses, tea lights on all the tables. The walls have a soft light to them, and the dance floor is decorated with lanterns and rose petals. “It's perfect.”

“It's you, my beautiful wife.”

It's hours before I can take her home, well, to our honeymoon suite. She’s exhausted, riding up in the elevator. I scoop her up in my arms, her heels already dangling in my hand. “You going to sleep, baby?”

“Hmm, no, not yet. Just tired.” She smiles at me. “It was the perfect day.”

“Oh yeah? Something important happened?” I tease as we get to our honeymoon suite.

“Not really,” she shrugged. “Just tied myself to the perfect man.”

“Sounds fun.” I had one more surprise for her. I opened the door and carried her in. The room was decorated in candles and roses, a bottle of champagne next to her favorite snack. I had always dreamt of that night we had by the fire after I had proposed. It was perfect and I wanted to recreate it for her. Except this time, the hotel laid out blankets and pillows in a beautiful bed.

“Chris,” she whispered, and I could tell she loved it.

I set her on her feet and pressed my front to her back. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I was an idiot the first time I made love to you in front of a fire.” I found the zipper on her dress and slowly began to bring it down. “I was apologizing for being the biggest jerk in the world after you protected me. I wasn’t appreciating the setting or taking my time with you. But this time,” the zipper was down and i kissed her shoulders, “this time I want to worship you because you made me the happiest man in the world.” I pushed the bejeweled straps of her gown down and she gasped at the sudden cool air.

“Oh fuck,” I murmured as I took in the lacy white corset, teeny tiny white panties and stockings. She looked like a goddam angel that was going to send me straight to heaven. I lifted her out of the gown and spun her to look at me. “This is like a present for me,” as I run a finger over the top of the corset.

“Unwrap me Chris,” she said in a low sultry voice.

And I crumble.

Because there is no way I would say no to this gorgeous creature right now.

I kiss her softly and pull away, kissing her forehead before turning her around again. I undo the ribbon holding the corset closed and let it fall away. I kneel down and roll down the stocking and tip her foot so she can lift, and I can remove one stocking, repeating on the other. I run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver under my touch, listening to her breath hitch. I kiss right under each cheek, giving a nibble on one.

“Chris,” she moans, “stop teasing.”

“Is that an order Senator?” I smile against her skin. “Or is it a request? Because,” I spin her again, so she is facing me while I’m still on my knees, “if it's an order, then we have a problem.”

“What problem?”

“I remember you promised me that I would only take orders from you in public.” I kissed around her belly button. She moans and her head tilts back. “But I would give the orders in our bedroom.”

“We’re not in our bedroom,” she argues. “We’re... oh.... oh fuck,” she whimpers as I kiss over the scrape of lace she calls panties and press against her mound.

“Want to try that again, Mrs. Evans?” I pull the lace down just enough so I can get my nose close to her center and inhale that scent that is only her.

“I...” she studders and I chuckle. I yank the lace away from her body, ripping them off.

“Chris!”

“No,” I say in a husky voice. “No orders from you, Mrs. Evans. You want something, you beg for it. because until we get back from our honeymoon, you are not in charge. Who is in charge?”

“Fuck,” she cries as I let my finger circle her clit. “You’re...hmm... you’re in charge.”

“Good girl.” I stood up and lifted her into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. “Such a good girl for me.” I walked us over to the fireplace bed and laid her down. I took a long look at my prize, my angel, my wife. “God, I’m a lucky bastard.”

I didn’t realize I said that out loud until she giggled. Then she grabbed the end of my undone bow tie and yanked me on top of her. She kissed me hard and then pulled away. “Please Chris, let me see my husband naked.”

“Fuck me.” I pulled the tie off, straddled her and grabbed her wrists. I tied them together and lifted her arms above the head. “Naughty girl,” I said. “No touching now. Bad girls don’t get to touch.” She wiggled under me, trying to get relief from me.

“I’m sorry, baby, please, I’m sorry. Let me touch you.”

“No.” I stood up and started to strip. I unbutton my shirt slowly, working the cufflinks she had given me as a wedding present off carefully. She licked her bottom lip and I smirked. I was shirtless, which, if she had her way, she would keep me like this every day. I moved quickly with my belt and the button of my slacks. She whimpered and I bit my bottom lip. “You should have stayed being my good girl, little senator.”

“Chris, you’re being mean,” she whined.

“Am I?” I let my pants hit the floor before I crawled up her body. I kiss her inner thighs, sucking little bruises as I go. “I’m sorry sweetheart.” I kiss right above her clit, and she bucks at the sensation. I pin her hips and licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy. God, I love the way she tastes, the way she coats my tongue in her arousal. Fuck, do I love being in between her legs. “So good,” I tell her, “taste like heaven.” I work my tongue in her, fucking her while my thumb presses down on her clit. “Fuck baby, you’re even tight for my tongue.”

“Chris,” she mewled. She was close, so fucking close.

“Come for me little senator. That’s an order.” I shoved two fingers into her cunt and sucked on her clit at the same time. she shattered, crying out as her orgasm fluttered through her body. I made it last for as long as I could. I tease her relentlessly and get her right back on the edge. Then i pull away and she cries in frustration because I know her orgasm is fading. I climb up her body, tasting every inch of skin I can until I can wrap her legs around my waist. “Hang on, baby.”

She grips the straps around her wrists and then I force my way home. She screams as I bury myself in her to the hilt. But I’m not cruel. I wait until she is comfortable and then rock into her, leting her feel every inch, every ridge, every vein of my cock along her ways. Fuck, she feels so good. I’ve only fucked her bare a couple of times and the feeling of her heat, how wet, how needy she is, I’m going to fucking die a happy man.

“Harder Chris, fuck, please harder.” I grab her legs and push them over my shoulder so I can fuck her into the mattress. She feels like fucking heaven and tighter in this position. I can’t believe I get to do this with my wife. She’s moaning and crying out from all the stimulation. I don’t want to ever stop.

Your POV

Chris is fucking you to within an inch of your life. You are in heaven, lost in the heavenly glow of sex and you need him. “Chris, please,” you pleaded. You know what he wants because you want it too. He pulls out quick, making you cry before he flips you to your front and gets your ass in the air.

“This pussy is magically,” he says, looking it over before he fills you again. You have always loved this angle. You can feel everything and when he moves, you can feel his balls hitting your clit. Its perfect.

“C-chris, I can’t hold on,” you whine. “Husband please!”

“Oh shit,” he moans, “that’s fucking hot.” He thrusts faster. “Say it again. Say! It!”

You’re on the cusp of euphoria. “Chris, Husband please!” He ruts into you, reaching down to circle and stroke your clit and you break. You scream your release, gripping his cock, squeezing him until he released into you, coating you in his cum.

“Fuck!” He pumps a few more times until he stops, lowering you gently to the bed, not ready to separate. You lay there on your sides, legs tangles to keep you connected, catching your breaths when you start to giggle. “And what is so funny, my wife?”

You take a breath to speak. “You have a kink, baby. You like it when I called you husband.” You turn to look back at him.

He smiles before leaning over and kissing you again. “I also like calling you Wife and you like it too. You clenched involuntarily and Chris hisses. He caressed your thigh. “Told you.”

After Chris cleans you up and you both crawl into bed, you find myself laying on top of his chest. “I wish we could stay this way forever.” You place a kiss on his chest.

“I wish we could too, little Senator, but then how will you rule the world?”

Its a valid question. One you are excited to figure out.

You’ve been married for two months and now you are at the National Convention. Getting married during an election season was crazy but your team and Chris’s said it would give you the best boost. You were set to become the youngest and second woman nominated for the office of President.

As you stood in the wings of TD Gardens in Boston, Chris watched as you paced back and forth, looking over your note cards for your acceptance speech. “Sweetheart, don’t be nervous.”

“That’s easy for you, Chris, you’re an actor. You perform for millions.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I act in front of a camera for twenty people and then they watch after its edited. YN,” he stopped you and wrapped you in his arms. “You are a brilliant speaker. The people have nominated you, they believe in you. I believe in you.” He tilted your head up so you would look at him. “Go out there and be a rock star, Little Senator.”

The convention went off without a hitch and it was the final three months of the campaign. It was grueling, city after city, town hall after town hall. Chris could only be on the road with you for a few days at a time as ASP launched into the primer source for facts in the election. He had to host panels and discussions. Video chats in between calls and meet and greets was not how you imagined your first few months of marriage but it could all be worth it.

Chris POV

I was late for our video date. “Fuck.” I was jogging to my office in the ASP offices so I could call YN, when I was stopped by Megan. “What’s up?”

“Chris, there is an article floating around that claims the Senator had an affair right before the wedding.”

My heart stopped.

“What?”

“The Enquirer has photos of her entering a hotel room that did not belong to the campaign. The room was rented out by someone named M. Capuano.”

We made it to my office. I closed the door. “What does my wife’s team said?”

Megan grimaced. “That’s the thing. They said they aren’t worried about it. Rachel said that she spoke to the Senator and if questioned, they are going with no comment.”

I smiled. “That’s my girl. We’re saying the same thing, Megan. Thanks.” I turned to pick up my phone.

Megan scoffed. “There is no way we can go with no comment, Chris. They will tear her apart. You have to talk to her about. She’s just not bringing herself down but you as well.”

“I’ll talk to her. Give me five minutes.” Megan rolled her eyes and left my office as I called my wife. “Hello, my little Senator.”

“Hi handsome!” She was flushed from running for her phone. She was heartbreakingly beuatfiul, her cream colored blouse clung to her curves that I love and gave just the hint of clevage. “How were your discussions?”

“Really good, looks like the live numbers will be out highest yet.” I smirk. “Execpt for my last meeting.”

She frowned. “With who?”

“Megan. She wanted to bring attention to the fact that there is an article going aroung saying my wife is having an affair.”

YN gasped. “Chris, you know I would never...”

“I was nervous for just a second and then she told me the name the room was reserved under and it took everything in me not to laugh.”

She looked confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Sweetheart, remember when you had a swing in Virginia and I was able to see you and we kept it on the low.”

“Yes,” she dragged out.

“Well I couldn’t reserve the room under either of our names so my uncle helped me and reserve the room for me. M. Capuano. Uncle Mike.”

I watched as the realization clicked. “Oh my gosh, they think I am having an affair with M. Capuano but really I’m having an affair with my husband.”

I smirk as she laughs. “I don’t know what you are laughing at Senator. You’re having an affair.”

“I sure am. The man really is hard to resist. Dark gripable hair, a beard that feels so good on my skin. Bluest eyes I ever seen. He’s built and has those arms that can hold you to him all night long.”

“Fuck sweetheart, you can’t say stuff like when when I don’t have time right now.” I looked at my calendar on my computer. “I can be with you tomorrow morning and stay through the weekend.”

“I’m looking forward to it Mr. Affair.”

“I’m going to rock your world Mrs. Affair. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

YN POV

You’re nervous.

This day is always nerve-racking.

This isn’t your first one either.

And hopefully it isn’t your last.

Its election day.

While you hadn’t given up your senate seat yet, it was something you were willing to do if the right opportunity presented itself. Say, being the President of the United States.

But first, you needed to be elected there. You were back in California, awaiting for the results. Votes were being tally, the electoral college was making its decision and all you could do was wait.

Which is not the easiest thing to do.

Chris had been on the phone with his ASP team, checking results in major battleground states, counts on issues that were concerning to younger Americans. Every time he looked up to you, he would you a smile and mouth “i love you” to try and calm your nerves. Three years of this and he knew how to calm your nerves.

The campaign had been hard, a woman running against an older, backward thinking man. The scandal of the car photos came back into play but your opponents own philandering with a woman not his wife, nullified that right away. You had no secrets, other than your relationship with Chris. You were caareful to only show what you wanted to the public to know. Chris was or rather still is a famous movie star. He may have slowed down his films but he was never not working. ASP was his pride and joy, besides you, and it relected on how much the platform grew.

It was nearing 8pm in California and the states were starting to be called. Every political forecaster predicted this race to be the tightest its ever seen. No one expected you to receive the nomination. No one expected to make it this far. No one believe. Except Chris.

He believed in you.

You can feel him right behind you before he wraps his arms around you. “Did you ever imagine being here Senator?”

You shake your head. “I imagined a lot of things. I had dreams. But, to do this with you, now,” you look up at him, “I never imagined it like this.”

For hours, you and. your family stood around, watching results. Chris mentioned that you should rest but you were too keyed up to lie down or even sit down. Hour after hour passed and the race was down to the final couple of states. Then the news anchor interrupted the talking heads on the news.

“We are now prepared to make the call in Oregon. This evening has been historic in so many ways. But now we are ready to declare Oregon for...”

Clack.

Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked to your destiny. You assumed it would be hard, to run for president. To deal with the fall out. Your opponent had been cordial in his speech. He talked about uniting the country and not letting politics create a divide. He was right, the country had to come together now and move forward.

Chris POV

Watching my girl waiting to be taken to her seat for the ceremony, it was heart wrenching. She was so stoic and unnaturally quiet. She had on a beautiful red dress with white accents and her coat was the same blue as the american flag. She had been so brave through all of this. She kept her head up and was gracious. The embodiment of class. She just had one more thing to do before we could move forward.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Don’t be. I’m right here.” I took her hand and we were walked to our seats. The ceremony was beautiful in the cold January air. We listened to the poet laureate and the national anthem done by Taylor Swift. But then it was our cue, to do the part of the ceremony as instructed by the head of the inguration committee. I smiled as I held out the bible, open to her favorite passage.

I watched as my girl placed her hand on the bible and then raised her right hand.

I, YN YMN Evans, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God.”

The roar of the crowd sounded as she finished her oath. I leaned over to kiss my wife, my president. “Congratulation, madam President.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the new President of the United States and new First Gentleman, YN and Chris Evans!”

Walking out to the inagural ball is surreal. This was our life now for the next four years. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. As Harry Styles sang Adore You for us again, I held my wife in my arms. “Did you count on this, madam President.”

She frowned for a second. “I don’t know if i like you callng me that. But no,” she smiled. “I was only counting on you.”

“You can always count on me, love. Count on it forever.”

“Just as long as I’m still your forever.” She sighed as she leaned against me. “Still not sure about the madam president thing.”

“How about in public, you are madam President, but in private,” I spin her around and draw her close again, “you’ll always be my little senator.”

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