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willowfey · 1 year ago
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so i’ve been thinking for a loooong time about starting a blog. not a tumblr blog but an actual real blog where i post pictures and journal-entry style articles and maybe reviews/videos/poetry/other things. stuff about my thoughts and travels and books and good food and people and whimsical things. maybe answer random questions or ask a question myself and post people’s excerpts? yk real blog stuff, but def with a more optimistic vibe. (if i can find a platform that feels good to use other than here). if u see this, pls vote and also reblog if ur so inclined, i’d rly appreciate it 💜
i just wanna see what the general vibe is with ppl so every vote/reblog is appreciated even if u voted the last option! (also i know i can just “do it anyway even if no one reads” but like…. i wanna know the chances of it actually being read lol) x
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hopegguks · 2 years ago
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desiderio-dixon · 7 months ago
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Darkest Before the Dawn
Chapter 7 : I'd Rather Go Blind
Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader (endgame), (unrequited) Glenn Rhee x f!reader
Series summary : When Glenn Rhee comes into your life, you become convinced he's a guardian angel sent by your late best friend. You think he's your soulmate. But then he falls for the farmer's daughter, and you find that your own angel may be a little more blatant than expected; wings and all.
Chapter summary : Leaving the CDC in the rearview mirror, the group faces further obstacles: A misunderstanding arises between the reader and Daryl, Sophia goes missing, tensions build between reader and Shane, Carl gets shot, and Glenn begins the heartbreak saga.
Chapter warnings : uhhh jealousy, heartbreak, misunderstandings, illusions to sex, shane being a creep, sophia goes missing, grief, lmk if I missed anything! <33
Word count : 2.8k
A/N : OKAY SO THIS ONE TOOK FOREVERRR I'm so sorry!! To be fair though, something super serious happened to a family member of mine so my life has just been absolute chaos the last couple weeks. BUT TRUST ME THAT I DIDNT ABANDON THIS FIC!!! Love u guys! (also there may or may not be a Dean spicy fic on the way to all those who voted yes to that poll I made hehe)
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The next morning, you woke to a knock on your door. Groggy and hungover, you wrapped your naked body in blankets and stumbled to the door. You opened it to find Glenn, his head hung low and eyes sunken. He was equally, perhaps more, hungover. He made no effort to greet you, just groaned at you and pushed past into your room. He flopped himself down on your bed, face in the pillows. You sighed, leaving the door open and moving to sit on the bed, still only in a puddle of blankets.
"My head is gonna explode." Glenn cries out. You hum tiredly. Outside of the room you can hear everyone waking, wandering out of their rooms. Part of you wants to kick Glenn out and fall back into sleep. But you don't. You two sit quietly for a few minutes, you're certain Glenn has fallen asleep.
And then, there's a crinkle in your doorway. You look over, surprised to see Daryl. He stands, fully dressed and ready for the day, with a waterbottle clutched in his hand. He'd brought it for you, you knew that somehow. But you watched his gaze rake over your bare shoulders, and the onto the figure laid in your bed. He doesn't say anything, and neither do you. For some reason you feel like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't. He crouches down, setting the waterbottle in your doorway. And then he's turning, leaving.
The CDC is a blur after that. A blur of confusion, panic, anger. Screams and explosions. And an overwhelming loss. Jacqui died, Jenner and the sanctuary you thought you'd found went with her.
You'd never seen something explode like that. What was once there, simply wasn't anymore. No longer an impressive and futuristic building, but a mess of fire and ash. It shook everything. The ground, the air, even your insides felt like they were vibrating within you.
You weren't even sure whose car you'd piled into, simply just eager for cover, but you'd realized too late that it was Daryl's truck, and this was going to be an awkward ride. Though, neither of you said a word. Not about the drunken conversation you'd shared, or him seemingly finding you and Glenn in bed together. There's an air of shock that only silence seems appropriate for. Still, when the caravan stops due to the RV hose again, you break it. Digging into your back pocket, you produce the crumpled pack of cigarettes. "Here, I, uh, found them. Figured you'd like them." Daryl grunts, slapping his hand over yours to grab the pack. Nothing else is said, so you both climb out.
The traffic build up seems to go on forever, cars for as long as you can see. Everyone drifts off into groups to scavenge through the cars. You end up by yourself, sorting through a mini van. The sight of the empty toddler car seat brings a sense of dread washing over your body. You try to shake it off. Surely there's a chance the baby lived, just moved on to another place.
You find a box on the floor, overflowing with clothes. Winter will come quicker than you think, so you begin to rifle through, looking for anything thick and comfortable. Instead, you find a pretty dress. A sundress, with wildflowers printed all over and a dipped neckline. You're not sure that it's something you'd have worn before, but something calls you to it. It's exactly your size. Something tells you to take it, even if it's not exactly practical. So you shove it into your bag.
Then you hear Glenn's laugh, an excited and relieved laugh. You decide you need a little joy in your life, so you seek him out. There, you find him and Shane, drenching themselves with water off a truck. "You guys not gonna share?" You tease. Glenn ushers you forward to stand under a spout, then he releases the cap. You squeal at the sensation, water soaking through your clothes. Your eyes are closed, enjoying the cooling sensation when a hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you to the floor.
You smell them first, the horde of dead stumbling through the traffic jam. You roll under the truck with Glenn and Shane, making panicked eye contact with each of them back and forth. Then you hear them, groaning and shuffling. And finally, you see their feet as they move past. Most of their shoes are muddied and falling apart, ankle skin falling off the bone like good barbecue. When it's finally passed, your heart shatters.
Where you expected silence, you found the cries of a distressed mother. Carol, screaming after Sophia. You crawl out just in time to watch Rick run after her, Lori holding a sobbing Carol.
You want to pull her into a hug, hold her sorrow in your hands to take it off her shoulders. But you're soaking wet, and you're sure she doesn't need a cold on top of everything. You settle instead for a hand on her shoulder, telling her a gentle, "Rick will bring her back." You're not sure you believe it. You have faith in Rick, though you're not sure about Sophia. She's a smart girl, sweet like sugar, and you adore her. It's just that a scared adult is unpredictable, let alone a scared child. Still, you want to hope.
It's only a few minutes, maybe ten. Rick emerges from the forest and you wait with bated breath for Sophia to trail after him--but she doesn't. Carol's sob sends a lightning bolt right through your heart.
Rick gathers a few people up to go look for her: Glenn, Shane and Daryl. While they gather up their things, you stand with Glenn. You feel eyes on you, heavy in their gaze. Turning, you find who'd been staring at you. Shane. He meets your eyes, and something about it turns your stomach. His eyes are dark, and he doesn't look away. You break the eye contact yourself, looking to your shoes.
"You okay?" Glenn asks. You hum, nodding your head. But truthfully, you can't shake the feeling of unease that has washed over you.
Then, just as everyone is geared up to leave, Daryl trots up to you. He tosses something at you. You catch it, unfolding it to reveal a flannel shirt. "Cover up a bit, huh?" He says, looking at you before his eyes flick to Shane. For a moment, you're confused. Then, you look down to your shirt--your soaked, white shirt that has now turned see-through. Your ears burn with a sudden rush of blood, and you hurry to throw on the flannel he gave you. It has the sleeves cut off, because of course it does. It looks ridiculous on you, you're sure, but it works well enough.
You stand, dumbfounded for a bit while the group pushes forward. Another one of Carol's sobs throws you out of your daze.
She stands, hands covering her mouth as sobs pour openly out of it, leaning against Lori. Lori has tears of her own streaming her cheeks, but she stares coldly ahead at the treeline her husband disappeared into. Although the sight of them squeezes your chest, it's the sight behind them that hammers the final nail into your heart.
Carl, a few feet behind his mother, looking sorrowful with tears of his own silently falling, but a determination in his eyes unlike any you'd seen. You walk to him, grazing your hand over Carol's arm gently as you pass. When you reach Carl, you pull him into a hug. His arms wrap weakly around you as you crouch, and he lets out a sob into your chest. "They'll find her. And if they don't--me and you will." You whisper to him, squeezing him tight.
It's not long before Shane and Glenn return. Glenn looks solemn, which quickly gives away that their leads aren't solid. Shane barks orders immediately upon return to search and move cars. You rifle through more cars, coming up mostly empty time after time. After an hour, you produced three items. A leather jacket, thick; good for winter and to stop bites. A box of granola bars, unfortunately your least favorite flavor. And an unopened limited edition Barbie.
The Barbie came from a car with no sign of children, and given how old it is, you assume it's someone's antique. You feel better taking it, given you don't think you're stealing from a dead child. It'll be nice for Sophia, you think. It's the exact thing you'd have loved as a girl. Big, poofy white dress with black polka dots and heaps of frill. A classic red lip and a pair of cute little heels. She's absolutely fabulous. You tuck her carefully into your bag, making sure to not dent the box.
As you weave through the cars to find your next hidden treasure, you spy Lori and Shane. The tension is thick in the air as they whisper-yell back and forth to each other. It's not hard to piece together the contents, despite you not being able to hear them. Surely it's about what once was between them, and what never can be now with Rick's return. Still, the sight sends bolts of unease through your spine. Especially with the way Shane slams his fist against a cars hood, fire burning behind his dark eyes.
You enter some beat down sedan, crawling into the drivers seat and letting your head drop down to the steering wheel. 'Please let Rick and Daryl come back safe with Sophia.' You think to yourself. You're beyond anxious, chest feeling as though a pile of rocks sit in your lungs. Moving on from this stupid highway with your group intact would be the greatest gift.
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It's almost dark now, though the humidity still weighs down the air, thick and heavy. A thin sheen of sweat collects over your skin as you sit and wait. "Oh, God. They're back." Glenn says. Your heart leaps to your throat. Rick comes first, then Daryl, then... Nothing. No Sophia. Just as quick as your heart rose, it sank to your feet like an anvil.
"You didn't find her?" Carol squeaks, sounding small like a scared child.
Rick shakes his head, guilt written in the way his lips draw tight and his eyes drop to the floor. "Her trail went cold. We'll pick it up again at first light." You knew they didn't find her, but even so, the confirmation feels like a hammer bashing into your heart.
"You can't leave my daughter out there on her own to spend the night alone in the woods." Carol cries desperately.
Daryl glances to you, then the floor. Shaking his head, he responds. "Out in the dark's no good. We'd just be trippin' over ourselves. More people get lost." You know he's right. He's smart with these things, a natural. But you also know hearing this hurts Carol. Truthfully, it hurts you too. A part of you wants to stray from the group right now, tear the forrest apart until your hands are bloodied to find Sophia and bring her home to her mother.
But Daryl's right--so you stay.
The next morning is early, sun barely up. Dew slides over the morning grass, tickling your ankles as you all trudge through the forest. The air is damp and crickets chirp around you. It reminds you of early wakings during your school days as a child. Up before the sun so you could drown your stomach with sugary cereal before the bus called your name. It's nostalgic in such a bitter way. Sophia will never get that again, whether you find her or not.
The only two that hadn't come on the search were Dale and T-dog. Dale, to fix up the RV, and T-dog to rest. He'd landed himself a nasty gash on his arm during the herds passing. You're thankful Daryl was there.
Everyone else in the group, even including little Carl were gathered around you. Daryl, Shane, and Rick mainly led the charge-- but everyone was equal in effort of looking for signs. You'd lost count already how many times you'd crouched to inspect the dirt, trying your hardest to search for small shoeprints.
The search had been null, up until you found a campsite. Carol had called out, and you all held your breath in anticipation. When nothing came, Daryl investigated. Nothing but a man who'd been dead for a long while.
Now, you stare at Daryl. He's disappointed, maybe even frustrated. You guess he must feel pressure, feel that it's on him to do the tracking and finding. Your feet seem to move on their own, stalking towards him on shaky feet. He doesn't notice you coming, doesn't look up from his boots. But still, you reach a hand out, just mere moments away from touching his bare bicep--until the bells ring.
You freeze, catching Daryl's eyes immediately as he shoots up. And then, as if reality had snapped back into motion, you all run.
The church is a grim scene, the pews loaded with rotting corpses, staring lifelessly at the cross. When you swing the doors, they groan, turning and shuffling loudly across the wooden floors. The smell is overpowering. The air is thick with rot, moist and sickening.
It's fitting. Fitting to the soulless feeling of tearing through walker after walker, only to at the end be met with nothing but a pile of corpses; no Sophia in sight. Carol prays in front of the statue of Jesus, and you can't judge her for turning to faith in a time like this, but something about it turns your stomach.
How could a God allow a mother to be without her child? Suddenly, the air in the church feels like it's no longer air at all. You feel suffocated. You rush out, hand covering your mouth as a nauseous feeling rises. Falling to your knees in the grass, you huff breath after breath of fresh air. When will the constant loss end?
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It's only a couple hours later when you're trudging through the forest, chatting with Glenn absentmindedly as Daryl leads your group back to the highway. And then, like a flash of lightning, a woman appears. The heavy thudding of her horse's hooves matches the rapid beating of your heart, and then she's yelling. Yelling that Carl has been shot. Then, you feel as if your heart stops at the same time the horse skids to a halt. He's stable, she says, but it's still a weight you're not sure you can handle.
You want to cry, to collapse, to give up. You want to curl into someone and share in your sorrow. When you turn to Glenn, your stomach swirls in sickness at his expression. Well, perhaps not the expression alone, but that the expression isn't being sent to you.
There, frozen in place, he stands. Awestruck eyes gazing up at the woman on the horse, jaw open. Your eyes fly between the two of them, time moving in slow motion. You can't even blame him. She's beautiful. Big, green eyes wide in urgency, tan skin slick with sweat, shining in the sunlight.
You can't blame him--but it hurts so bad.
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imdoingsortagay · 14 days ago
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Challenge, write agatha trying to convince rio to adopt another pet (Rio is already convinced she just wants to see how low Agatha is willing to go to convince her)
Lilia Votes No to More Witch Stereotypes
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal
Summary: Agatha wants to adopt
Warnings: Wanda is here for a bit along with the boys, shelters, talk of mole, begging ( not like that ).
a/n: thanks @our-blood-is-our-ink for the title name !
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Agatha was never one to want much in live. 
She had the cutest rabbit son she could ask for, a beautiful house that she scored for a good price and not to mention a rocking hot wife but now she wanted was another pet that she had seen at the shelter when Wanda had asked her to accompany her with the boys so they can find a new pet for them. 
She didn’t really want another pet as scratchy was a rabbit who was no fuss but when Agatha had gone with Wanda and the boys to go find a pet to adopt, she knew she had to as Rio if she wanted a pet.
“ Do you really need me to come with you guys to the shelter?” She whines to her friend as she drives them to the Westview shelter. 
“ Gosh Agatha,” she starts off dramatically,” Can’t we just hangout together and in turn also maybe look at cute animals for the boys to take care of?”
“ Your’re lucky that I’m in a good mood Maximoff,” she points to the redhead while the boys laugh at their antics.
 They all arrive to the shelter, Agatha quickly following the boys inside so that Wanda can find a place to park correctly, according to her friend. 
“ Welcome to the Westview Shelter, How can I help you?” The young woman asks while Wanda trails before them. 
“ My boys were looking for a new friend to adopt, Where are the way to the kennels?” And the lady leads them to where they have all of the animals. Wanda takes the kids to where the dogs are kept while Agatha takes to seeing what cats sh can see. 
“ You’ll be fine on your own Maximoff?” 
Thumbs up and Agatha makes her way to where they have the cats, opening the door slowly and closing it gently as to not awake any of the sleepy little kitties in the room. First kitty she sees in the Kennel is an orange cat, flopped over on its back as it sleeps. Agatha coos at the kitty but it doesn’t move but opens its eyes. Guess it doesn’t like her then. A couple kennels away she finds a beautiful white kitten and a smaller brown kitty as they run around with not a care of the surrounding near them, just enjoying the company of one another. A couple more Kennels later and Agatha finds the most beautiful cat she’s ever laid her eyes on.
“ You are such a cute little baby,” she says aloud, afraid someone might hear her. She has an image to maintain and she cannot be seen as soft by anyone besides Rio. On the Kennel, it shows that she’s only 6 months old and a girl. 
Now here Agatha was setting up the dinner table after coming back from the shelter with the Maximoff family, who happen to get the cutest little beagle puppy who the boys cleverly named sparky. 
While they get used to their new family member, Agatha made a run for it to her home, preparing dinner for her wife and stopping to feed the rabbit as she prepares one of her wife’s favorite foods to ensure she can convince her of adopting the sweet little kitten she saw earlier today. A simple recipe that Rio had raved about having when she saw younger with her mother. 
“ Honey I’m home,” Agatha hears as the door opens, Rio beaming when the other woman makes her way to the living room to greet her with a big kiss and a hug. Most days Rio would not question is at this is their usual routine but something about the kiss and how long it had lasted made her wonder what Agatha was up to.
“ Is that what I think it is?” 
“ Mole,” Agatha grabs her hand and leads her to the kitchen,” after I couldn’t master it last time, I looked up some recipes like Wanda had said and it turned out really good, thank you to the ladies on Facebook who film their recipes”. Rio just smiled and nodded as her wife kept talking about how the process went, letting her drag on before she decided to ask the question of the night. 
“ Here baby,” she leads her to sit at the table,” you have been working super hard at work dealing with all those yucky men while I hold down the fort taking care of our son and you deserve to have a good meal”.  Before Rio can even take a bite of her food, the older witch grabs a spoonful of it to feed it to her with a smile on her face. 
“ Aggie sweetheart,” Rio says with some mole in her mouth,” while I love that you made me my favorite food, Did you want to ask me for something ?” 
Fucking aye, Agatha thinks to herself, Rio knows her like the back of her hand. 
I need words honey, she can hear the other woman in her mind. 
“ fine,” she whines,” remember that I told you Maximoff invited me with her to the local shelter cause the boys wanted to adopt a dog ?” 
Rio nods.
“ Well I might have strayed off from the group and possibly found the cutest kitten that I might wanna adopt ,” she says a bit excited.
“ I would never do anything behind your back and I was wondering if you wanted to adopt another pet for the house ?” Agatha cautiously asks her wife who only thinks about it. 
“ I don’t know baby , don’t get me wrong I love Scratchy with all my being but cats are a big responsibility,” Rio explains.
“ We’re both adults babe, a cat isn’t even that much responsibility,” and all Rio does is nod. 
“ Let me eat some of this delicious molè you made bonita and I’ll think about it,” Rio tells Agatha as she starts to feast on the plate presented in front of her. 
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A couple of days pass and all Agatha can think about is the poor kitty cat all alone in the shelter, she could just go to the shelter and bring it home but she didn’t want to do something without Rio’s approval. She’s not going to beg her wife to let her adopt the cat. 
Agatha can use her charm and convincing skills, maybe a PowerPoint presentation would help in convincing her wife. 
Maybe she should text Wanda about this first though. 
To Maximoff : Witchy ! I need your help 
Maximoff: No I won’t fight Mrs.Davis for you , again 
To Maximoff : okay if anything, she needs to stop talking shit about my wife’s garden okay?!?!?!? She doesn’t even look good with blonde hair 🙄
Maximoff: what’s do you need help with if it isn’t about stirring drama ? 
To Maximoff: I want another pet 
Maximoff: Didn’t know your sex life with Rio is getting boring 💀 
To Maximoff : I’m gonna ruin your car if you don’t take this conversation seriously Wanda 
Maximoff : fine fine , I’m going to be serious. 
To Maximoff : I want to convince Rio of something but you think it’s silly to make a whole PowerPoint presentation? 
Maximoff : if you really want it you should just ask her but if it’s that important, fuck it why not Agatha 
To Maximoff : Thanks dear , I can always count on you 😗💅
The next couple of hours are spent at home using Rio’s computer as Agatha puts in the time to make the PowerPoint presentation for her wife, hoping it’ll be just enough. 
“ You will be getting a feline sibling Scratchy,” Agatha tells the sleepy little rabbit,” mama will promise you that”. 
A couple hours later, a set up projector that she had to ask Alice to set up for her ( not without a bribe) she's ready to start is presentation for her wife. Of course , Agatha is gonna be dressed up to the nine's if Rio doesn't get convinced into the idea.
" Oh honeybee i am home!" Rio cheerfully yells into the house but is confused to be welcome into what her wife was working on most of the day.
" May i ask why there's a projector in the -"
" Just sit on the couch over there and i'll explain everything," Agatha ordered and Rio does without another word being said. She wanted to know what this was about.
" My name is Agatha Harkness - Vidal," and Rio giggles at how adorable her wife is being as she gets into the role of presenter, considering that she wore her nice dress for this
" Really babe?"
" Babe just be good and listen," Agatha whines and Rio just nods.
" The floor is yours hermosa," and the other woman next to the projector blushes. Rio listens on at her wife convince her to get another pet, even providing articles on the benefits for cats with credible sources.
Oh she really want this, rio thinks
" Hopefully you like this presentation," Agatha pauses," i hope i've persuaded you enough to adopt a cat my love".
Rio and Agatha stay in silence before Rio makes any desicion on whether to consider it.
" No "
" Wait what ?"
" You heard me babe, i'm sorry but no".
" But," she can feel herself crying over this," I even got good sources,Jen said it would work".
" which i appreciate carino but i don't think we should have a cat in the same house as Scratchy i'm sorry".
" No but ," agatha sniffles," I read that if you introduce them slowly it could work".
" Please baby," agatha says as she cries," the little kitty i saw was so cute and i don't want her to be all alone in there". Now Rio felt bad for making her wife cry, she's not much of a begger outside of their bedroom.
" Oh baby you are too cute," Rio coos as she goes to where agatha is to clean up the tears to the face," We can go to the shelter tomorrow to pick up the cat"
" You looked so cute talking to the cat babe, do you really think i'm cold hearted enough to not let you get the cat?" Rio chucles as she holds Agatha in her arms.
Wanda took pics of her.
" i'm getting that redhead's car," Agatha mumbles into Rio's chest.
All that matters is that she got the cat she wanted.
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justinspoliticalcorner · 2 months ago
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Dan Pfeiffer at The Message Box:
The generally accepted — and oft-repeated — narrative about Trump is that he is a cult-leader who can bend the Republican base to his will. On issues like free trade and foreign policy, he broke with long-standing Republican orthodoxy and faced no repercussions. He attacked Republican stalwarts like the Bush family and John McCain. Not only was there no blowback, Trump also made these folks' personas non-grata in the Republican Party. Whether it’s indictments, his sexual assaults, or his dalliances and dinner dates with Nazis, Trump could force the Republican Party to go along. The GOP is Trump’s party and what he says goes. Trump is a man accountable to no one. This has benefited him politically and brought in folks who hate politics and distrust institutions. But that image became fuzzy last week when Donald Trump bent to the will of anti-abortion extremists in a stunning flip-flop on abortion that tells us everything we need to know about Donald Trump. He poses an existential threat to reproductive freedom for tens of millions of Americans.
The Flip-Flop to End All Flip-Flops
I have written about Trump’s abortion flip-flop a couple of times in the last week, so if you are a regular reader of Message Box, please feel free to skip ahead. If not… In an interview with Dasha Burns of NBC News, Trump implied that he would vote for the amendment on the Florida ballot guaranteeing access to abortion and effectively overturning the state’s six-week ban. Trump is now a Florida resident and many are unsure how he plans to vote on the amendment. Trump’s stated position on abortion is that it's up to the states. For crass political reasons he has been critical of Florida’s extreme ban. A day ago, Trump flip-flopped, telling Fox News that he would vote NO on the amendment. So what happened in the subsequent twenty-four hours?
Well, the evangelical community and anti-abortion activists went ballistic. They blew up the phone lines to Mar-a-Lago or wherever Trump  was laying his head last week. They argued that Trump’s new stance would depress turnout from his base. Ever since Dobbs, Trump cannot get it right. He watched his slate of hand-picked candidates get mowed down in 2022 and he sees the polls showing large majorities oppose the overturning of Roe v. Wade and the sorts of state and national abortion bans of which Republicans have long dreamed. Trump thought his “leave it to the states” policy would help. It didn’t. Floating the idea of voting for the abortion amendment was another desperate effort to get on the right side of the issue that has cost Republicans nearly every election. This time, Trump crossed a line. The anti-abortion faction of the party told him to reverse course and he did so immediately. One of the core tenets of Trump’s political philosophy is to never, under any circumstances admit to wrongdoing. Heck, Trump doubled, tripled, and quadrupled down on defending and dining with Nazis. So the fact that Trump changed course so quickly and with so little resistance on abortion is quite notable.
[...] These folks will be calling the shots in a Trump Administration. They will influence policy and staffing decisions and that should scare the shit out of anyone who cares about reproductive freedom. Dobbs was the beginning — not the end — of the Far Right’s efforts.
Donald Trump being made to cry “uncle” and say that he is voting no on Florida Amendment 4 after being heavily criticized by anti-abortion commentators when he stated that he would initially consider voting in favor of Amendment 4 is proof that the anti-abortion extremists still call the shots in the GOP.
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paradoxcase · 2 months ago
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@maiden-roar:
I feel like leftists would read "there has never been an individual who is a greater threat to our republic than Donald Trump" and think "Good! I hate our republic" ignoring the part where we aren't going to get a communist revolution, we are just going to get fascism, and fascists historically hate leftists, and currently we have many more fascists than leftists in our country.
And/or they would see this and think "EW! I'm not voting the same as Dick Cheney" It looks bad but it's true, leftism just does not have the numbers to produce change outside of voting and unions (which are greatly benefited by having people in power who are not hostile to unions.)
It won't threaten the republic the way anti-voting people want, it will just replace "flip-flopping between red and blue" with "president for life"
"I don't care if Donald Trump makes himself president for life! Red and blue are the same anyway!!" Ok enjoy the political repression under fascism
Well, I think the people you're referring to as "leftists" here are actually not leftists, and really just accelerationists, and there are accelerationists on all sides of the political spectrum who all just implicitly believe that if society crumbles, whatever it is they want to happen will just magically happen and they all have utterly conflicting ideas about what that is
I'm sure the really dedicated ones will just say something like "Dick Cheney voting for Harris just means that Harris is so right-wing that she appeals to Cheney now" but like, nothing I post on my blog was ever going to change anyone's mind about anything, probably, I'm certainly not fit for taking on the task of actually changing the minds of accelerationists. This was mostly just meant as a humorous thing in the wake of "wow, who knew we'd wind up at 'Dick Cheney is the hero we need, but not the one we wanted'" because I do think that his endorsement will do a lot to convince regular Republicans who don't like Trump to vote for Harris, which is of course a great thing
In a democracy, having the numbers to change things by voting is really the only thing that matters, unless you're ok with ditching the democracy. Like, ok, whatever, say you don't have the numbers to change things through voting, so you overthrow the government in a communist revolution and establish a new one, so now you can either create a new democracy, in which case you're immediately all voted out of office because you don't have the numbers to get your way in a vote, or you install a dictatorship to make sure things keep going your way. Those are the only options. And if you have the numbers for democracy in the first place, you don't actually need your communist revolution, you just keep voting for people you want in office, and eventually you wind up with the policies you wanted. This is like the basic place where the desire for some kind of revolution falls apart, I think. The only time an actual revolution like that could potentially be a good thing is if you're already living in a dictatorship where no one has any political liberties anyway
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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 10 months ago
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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 10)
Tw: injury on Yves, mentions of vomit, short chapter
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Short chaprer today guys and omg i didn't expect the reaction towards the fight between monty n yves, a good number of yall seem to root for monty??
Thanx for the comments, reblogs n asks , even tho i may not reply to all i very appreciate them and i read them
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Part 11
You rested your head on his lap as the policemen took his statement. Yves spoke politely and gave them all the necessary facts over what had happened. He stroked your hair and soothingly rubbed your shoulders.
As it turns out, he paid for your consultation as soon as he came in. Said a few words of caution about Montgomery to the receptionist, giving her time to assemble an army of mall security officers.
"All done." He whispered into your ear. You woke up choking on your snore, he patted your back as you coughed over his shoulder.
The policemen were finished, you and him are free to go home.
You and him arrived at your place by 6pm. Your housemates were of course nosy pricks, crowding around Yves to ask him about his recent injury. He dismissed them with impeccable manners, ushering you into your room and locking the door behind him.
You wanted nothing but to flop into your bed. However, Yves urged you to take a shower first and have a change of clothes before doing so. You begrudgingly did what he asked of you, taking a longer time because you're lethargic from today.
But that gave him just enough time to prepare a delicious bowl of clear chicken soup. How lucky you are to have dinner freshly ready as soon as you get out of the bathroom.
He fixed a bowl for himself too, sitting down next to you.
You slurped on the soup as if your life depended on it. Hell, you didn't even need a spoon, you simply began drinking from the rim of your bowl.
"You're going to upset your stomach again. Take slower sips and please use your spoon." He lectures you, paying no mind to the 7 pairs of eyes watching him from the hallway.
You felt like an animal being observed at the zoo. Yves must have sensed your discomfort, as he offered to take the meal back to your room. You nodded and followed him past your housemates' ogling eyes.
In the end, you found peace by having dinner with him on your study desk. He borrowed a chair from outside and brought it inside.
You have caused two of his injuries so far. The burn on his hand and the bruise on his face, the guilt is eating you up because Yves treats you so well, it felt too good to be true. With this much sacrifices he made, he must be expecting something of equal value in return. You know you can never fulfil it no matter how much you tried.
He's too perfect, you can't keep up with him. You feel like a crusty, ugly gremlin next to him.
You're starting to feel uneasy again in this relationship, you want to get out before you're in too deep. So you started to ponder on ways to break the news of your decision, maybe if you tell him over text--
"I want to talk about us." He spoke out of the blue. You feel chills down your spine, you don't fare well with serious, heavy topics. But you can't just run away from your own home.
You gulped and decided to tread carefully, asking him to go ahead. He set his spoon down and looked at you with his good eye. The other one is concealed by his perfect curls.
"I regard you as my romantic partner and you think of me the same way."
That is... true. But you think that Yves saw you as a trial run. He probably is seeing other people in the meantime to find the best fit, something akin to getting a job. You know that's how people in big cities date.
"I'm a monogamous man, (name). I expect you to be monogamous as well." He dabbed the corners of his mouth with a piece of facial tissue.
You remained silent, not knowing what to say as usual.
He lets you squirm for a bit under the uncomfortable pressure of quietness. However, it was this awkwardness that caused the gears in your head to turn.
You think he is implying that he has no one else aside from you, so he isn't... trying out other tasters? You're too shy to ask, so you took your revelation at face value.
You didn't have to. Because he clarified what he said a minute later.
"I am not seeing anyone else. You shouldn't be either."
That's much better. You let your shoulders sag in relief. You might think that went unnoticed, but Yves is also elated that you're also hoping he had no more space in his heart for others.
He thinks that is enough for now, Yves knows you get overwhelmed easily. He will save his other expectations and boundaries when you're a lot more settled into life.
You picked your spoon back up and continued drinking the soup, enjoying chunks of chicken and carrots along with it. You wonder if this simple dish was elevated because it's made by someone you admire. Because you knew on normal days, you would find this excruciatingly bland and even make fun of it.
When you finish, Yves bowl still looks untouched. He is undoubtedly the slowest eater you've ever met, watching him eat was like witnessing a real life posh etiquette class take place. He never fills his spoon to the brim and he scoops his soup using the edge, pushing upwards at 12'o clock on the bowl. He only drinks from the side of the spoon, never the tip nor did he ever put the entire spoon into his mouth.
He wouldn't hunch down, instead having the spoon come to him as he maintains a straight posture. His other hand rests on his lap.
He's so silent when consuming his dinner. Yves never slurped or let his teeth hit the metal spoon.
You're bored but you wouldn't want to talk to him. It will only serve as a delay in finishing his bowl. It would be rude of you to tell him to eat faster, so you don't want to do that.
"(name), could you please prepare me a glass of water?" He requested without looking up from his bowl.
Say less. You're already at the door. Finally, you have something to do.
He smiled as he heard you closing the door.
"Thank you, dear." He took your phone that you carelessly left on the table, in his hands. He removed the cable that's attaching your device to his power bank.
Yves keyed in your password flawlessly, unlocking it for him to access everything.
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"Whaat!? That's so badass though!"
"I know, right! You lucky bastard, I wish I had a man like Yves."
"God, he's so dreamy..."
Your housemates hounded you in the kitchen, pestering you for information and actually treating you nice. All you wanted to do was fill two cups with nice, crisp water.
"Well, when's the wedding?"
"Yeah, he's like.... he's like a perfect malewife. You gotta put a ring on it."
"It's too early for them to marry! And don't you mean a husband?"
"No, a malewife."
"That's not a word, it's husband!"
"S-T-F-U CEO of simp, don't try to steal him away from (name). You don't even have a chance!"
"You all are always so mean to me!"
"We wouldn't be if you didn't steal every date that we invited over!"
You quietly slipped away while they were distracted with their bickering.
You entered your room and closed the door behind you, locking it so none will try to barge in. You apologized for taking a while, your housemates were holding you back.
He's still eating his soup! He barely made a dent in it since a while ago.
He thanked you as he took his cup.
"They're childish, aren't they?" He commented, taking small sips of his drink.
You agreed, but you knew they're just not compatible with the likes of you. And you didn't say more because you wanted him to finish his soup as soon as possible.
He took another piece of tissue, folded it and daintily tapped his mouth.
"Would you like to finish the rest of my bowl?" He asked, you said yes because you didn't want it to go to waste and you're still mildly hungry. He stroked your head as he rose up from his seat, collecting your empty dish.
He left your room to clean up.
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Yves left after dinner and you felt relieved that you didn't need to explicitly tell him you want him out. Regardless of how you feel about him now, you still have a "Yves-interaction" quota daily. And yesterday's events exceeded that far beyond the limit. It's not that you dislike him, you feel yucky if he lingers for too long, you felt suffocated and watched. You're not used to that yet since you're alone for most of your life.
It would be a lie to say that you weren't disappointed that he didn't give you a kiss this time, not a hug either because he said he was filthy. That made sense, despite him running numerous wet wipes over himself and changing into his spare clothes he kept in his car after the fight, he did fought a man who was covered in dust, paint and your own vomit- in a clinic; where germs run amok. Plus, you showered already, you wouldn't want to do it again.
He blew you a kiss instead, which was equally as heart fluttering as an actual kiss to the cheek.
You sat on your bed, kicking your legs into the air. Thought about Yves is keeping you occupied for a while. It's late and you should be going to sleep, but you're too giddy and perhaps mildly nauseous because you end up helping yourself to another serving of the soup after he left.
You were snapped out of your trance when you heard a ping from your phone. You muted the notifications from your group chat so it couldn't possibly come from your housemates. You don't have any friends to speak of, hence it only leaves two possible options: Yves or your phone carrier demanding payment.
You got up and picked your phone up from the desk. It was charging using the outlet there since Yves found the plug next to your bed to be faulty. You wonder how he caught that.
It was a text from Yves. It says:
"Just reached home. I will visit you at noon tomorrow."
Looking at the time, it's been half an hour since he left.
It takes thirty minutes to drive from your place to his, and you know that there's a high-end neighborhood that takes a two hour long bus ride to get to. You managed to get yourself lost there on the day of your move-in.
That checks out. He belongs to the affluent.
What does he see in you? The feelings of insecurity came rushing back and your urge to pull away again is as strong as ever. This isn't right, you're going to have your heart broken to bits!
Acting on impulse, you began drafting up a long paragraph telling him that you're not so sure if this relationship is going to work. But you were interrupted by another text from him.
"Do not stay up too late. You tend to catastrophize at night."
Oh.
You deleted your paragraph. Wait, how does he know that? Look! You're doing it again! He is right, you do see the world as a worse place when the sky is dark. You should go to sleep now.
You sent him a short "good night" message. Yves sent one back.
You went to bed a little jittery.
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You couldn't sleep. The adrenaline or stomach butterflies didn't wear off at all. It's now five in the morning and you're still wide awake, as if you took fifteen shots of espresso.
You so badly want to bother Yves, but he's probably asleep and you might seem clingy. And that's cringe to you.
So you grabbed your bag and contemplated going somewhere, you have 7 hours before he comes by.
The mall is closed and Montgomery probably frequents there, so that's a no go. The library in the University is open 24/7, they provide free tea, coffee and snacks before the sun comes up. But you have enough money to get something decent from a convenience store, a 10 minute bus ride away.
You're not necessarily hungry now and the weather is quite nice before dawn. You think you would enjoy sitting at the park, watching joggers of all ages try to get their steps in. However, it's going to take a longer bus ride to get there since it's in the city.
You scratched your head and weighed your options, keeping in mind that your judgement is slightly impaired due to sleep deprivation.
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mamirhodessxox · 9 months ago
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Hello is it possible to get a one shot of Cody Rhodes? The prompt is "Cody comforts the reader when she's on her period"
I have awful cramps and would love something sweet to take my mind off of it. Thank you! 🌸
IS THIS REAL CHAT?? MY FIRST EVER CODY RHODES REQUEST?? RAAAHHH LETS FUCKING GOOO
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Chocolate & Blankets
Cody Rhodes x Fem!Feader
Desc: Y/N is on the worst thing a woman could ever possibly experience every month & Cody is right there to comfort her (and be a little annoying.)
Contents: FLUFF, Period pains, Cussing, Soft!Cody, Cody being a perv, just something sweet :)
{~I'm very serious with you guys interacting with my writing!!!! it would make me so happy & excited, the more comments & reposts the more inspiration i have to write :) Votes and comments are strongly appreciated so please COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT COMMEENNTTT the more comments the more content <3!!!~}
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Cody hadn’t seen you this bad since like, a few months ago, He stayed downstairs in the kitchen staring at the TV watching some football game and scoffing when the team he rooted for was loosing, You were upstairs sulking in bed as your period had started this morning & it was a whole thing, You threatened to claw off Cody’s face when he squeezed the spot you were cramping in by accident and that’s how he knew. Today was the day to be concerned and loving towards you more than he usually is which you never knew how this tops how he treats you most of the time.
Not only that but this was the WORST week for this to happen, Cody & You were traveling tomorrow to Miami to get ready for this years Summer slam where he would be fighting with Roman Reigns & The rock.
He looked up when you came downstairs with the entire comforter wrapped around you & he had to turn around and cover his mouth from letting out a laugh before making his way to you & engulfing you in his arms “Awh sweetheart..” he snorted a little at how you looked with a whole bed’s worth of comforter around you but you glared “Shut up Cody it comforts me.” He hummed and kissed the top of your head “Anything I can get you sweetheart?” You nodded slowly and flopped onto the couch “Pads & Chocolate.”
Cody’s face dropped with sheer panic which was fair, You usually had pads prepared but you were running out so he had to go out and do the shopping for the first time but he rolled his neck and nodded “Yeah of course. I’ll go uh- I’ll go do that now.” He grabbed his keys and practically ran out of the door while you laid on the couch waiting.
So here he was, in the women’s section of the store, there were ten different pad sizes on the packaging that he got concerned & face-timed you “yes Cody?” You answered “Babe what’s your vagina size?” You went silent and furrowed your eyebrows “Sorry?? I’m not following through what do you mean?@ Cody cleared his throat and flipped the camera and pointed at the pads that said Small, Medium, Large, XTRA large which made you sigh “Get medium babe & for the record the pad size isn’t the size of my vagina, it depends off of the flow.” He tossed the pads in the basket and hummed “Yeah well I also never had to buy you pads before so..” You hung up on him mid sentence which left him bewildered in the middle of the store but he went off to the candy isle & tossed a variety of snacks in there, Snickers, Kisses, Hershey chocolate bar, Twix, Chips, Cookies ETC
Soon he came home with bags surrounding his arms while he nudged the door open with his hip and set the bags next to you on the couch “Your knight and shining armor has returned babygirl.” You giggled and sat up while picked you up and carried you upstairs and sat you on the bed while he went back down to retrieve the stuff he got you, You were confused with what he was doing and tried asking but he held out a singular finger before hustling into the bathroom and running a warm bath & dunking a bath bomb inside of it before retrieving you “ ‘mon princess your taking a bath.”
You smiled as you got up and went into the bathroom and discarded your clothes and putting your hair up while he helped you get into the tub, “better?” You smiled nodding “much better, thank you Codes.” He smiled and helped get you washed up before helping you out of the tub and putting you in something more comfortable and loose, he laid you down and turned on your favorite show on your shared ipad and sat it on your lap while giving you the bag of candy he got you
“I don’t need you worrying about tomorrow so later tonight i’ll pack our bags so you can get rest.” He addressed before getting in bed with you and running his hand over your tummy and adding a little pressure “What would I do with you?” You muttered into his shoulder while watching your show.
“y’know if you reallyy wanna get rid of these cramps & painful hot flashes we cannot maybee pause that for a good 9 months if you catch my drift.” “Shutup cody.” You laughed and smacked his chest before he chuckled and gave you a kiss “Offer will still be up on the table.”
That was definitely something you might wanna think about and consider once you were over with your period.
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beardedmrbean · 1 year ago
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I'd be slightly more charitable towards the "the Israeli invasion of Gaza is a genocide" crowd if they didn't immediately flip-flop between that and "but forcibly driving the Jews out of Israel wouldn't be".
"Anti-colonizers" are fucking morons, man.
Can't colonize your homeland, Jews never left, they've been there 3,200 years on the official record depending on how you interpret the Merneptah Stele, which even if it is only mentioning a "people" that would be Isaac son of Abraham which honestly the Islamic crowd probably hates that even more since they claim that Arabs are the "true" children of Abraham through ishmael the kid Sari's handmaiden had with him, never get any mention though and honestly Arabs are indigenous to Arabia anyhow which is to the east of the Levant where "shocker" Saudi Arabia is.
The Mizrahi never left, or at least they've been there since before the Greeks showed up, still a small number of Samaritans as well, they're from the northern kingdom after Israel split following Solomon's death. Genetically at least the 2 European branches of the Jewish family are undeniably more closely related to the folks that never left than they are to any European genetic group.
But ya, the whole genocide thing is ridiculous. I'd be more inclined to believe people actually cared about genocide if they actually looked around the world where that kind of thing is happening in a major way.
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inb4: muh fox news.
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It's not like the information isn't out there, NYT thing is the only one that's more than a week or so old, so why after this has been going on for years is it still mostly crickets from the peanut gallery.
It shouldn't be a competition though I know, but you'd think this kind of thing would at least rate a mention from the noisy people on the internet.
Gaza situation it's gonna be hamass doing the genocide both ways anyhow, you install a military installation under, in, or in extremely close proximity to civilian structures any deaths that result from taking those structures out are on the people that turned them into military targets in the hopes that the PR would sway people and they wouldn't get called out for using civilians as human shields.
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Not to say that Israel is by any means innocent, they screw up and the IDF screws up and innocent people die, some of whom were undoubtedly murdered and I hope the people that have done these things are held to account for them.
But again it's telling that I've seen a half dozen or more posts about palestenian children and it being international children's day and well did you know that November 25 is the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women as decreed by the un, got to see pieces about all kinds of stuff for that day and almost nobody mentioning all the women who were raped and murdered on 10/7
There's people on here that I respect that have a differing view on the situation than I do, different ways to resolve the situation and end the bloodshed none of which involve genocide, so them I can take seriously on some of this stuff.
The screaming lunatics that have decided that of all the ethnic and religious minorities in the world that Jewish people are the ones that aren't allowed to decide what is and isn't derogatory and that anything short of something like 'gas the jews' has layers and nuance instead of listening to what the Jewish people have been saying for years and years and years that both 'infatda' and 'from the river to the sea' are calls to genocide, they don't get much respect.
As for the apartheid claim, why would any country let non citizens vote in their elections or any of the other nonsense people are trying to claim like 'segregated' communities because apparently the concept of 'little' Italy, Havana, Saigon or any of the various districts like the Chinatowns where different groups have congregated to be their own community within a community aren't things that form organically or anything like that I guess.
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jellyaibo · 8 months ago
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got to ramble abt loser to someone last nite right and its always a nice lil refresh for me explaining what actually happens in the show AND MAN its so funny how people are so willing to call loser a jerk or think shes evil bc of the things she did and like ok whatever but did we forget abt all the shit this thang had to go thru like ?!?!?!?
getting eliminated with the most votes so far, isolation in the jawbreaker (which ik tghis isnt a serious deal in the show, DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE ANGST ABT THIS CUZ IM NORMAL) like ofc getting eliminated isnt enough get into the sensory deprivation chamber SADFJKSHDFKHSDF LIKE !
also imsorry this cunt has ptsd HEHAHHAA WE SEE HER GET A FLASHBACK IN EP 4 THATS JUST NEVER BROUGHT UP AGAIN (the paper mache incident)
and like. man it adds layers BC AS U CAN SEE LOSER NEVER ALWAYS HAD IT SO GOOD???? so like OF COURSE when him & winner get popular loser relishes in it. BC ITS DESERVED? LOL? WOULDNT U BE ECSTATIC IF U AND UR BUDDY GOT POPULAR AFTER YEARS OF NOTHANG? ITS HUGE!
and yeah ! her up n' leaving winner wasnt the best but you srsly gotta keep in mind this is losers dream . to her winner just didnt want to support him anymore AND U COULD SEE LOSER WAS CLEARLY UPSET ! hes ALSO losing a good friend too !!
butohmy god im getting off tangent just. you know . loser has gone thru some shit and its funny how many ppl i see just dont talk about it !! AND LIKE !! ON TOP OF THIS LOSER IS STILL NICE !! IDC !! loser has always been helping people n doing her best . and even tho her fans keep flip flopping (shoutouts to cake) she still keeps her chin up
PLUS having all these fans adds another thing: expectations, expectations, THE HIGHEST OF ALL! bc loser is soo popular, everyone sees him as perfect and strong WHEN LIKE WE SEE LOSER IS A HELPER AND A NICE GUY YES but at the end of the day ! shes a guy ! (thinks really hard abt cake n eggy arguing then it just cutting to loser craving nuggets . see maybe this is just me looking too deep into it but it shows the contrast of how the fans feel abt her vs how loser rlly is . just a kinda quiet?? guy that likes helping ppl)
this shows even more in post split when loser has a #normal moment over "a fan doubting her" YOU CAN SEE HOW IT AFFECTS HIM BC EVERYONE HAS SUCH HUGE EXPECTATIONS AND . as u could see ANY ONE MISTAKE WILL LEAVE LOSER ALL ALONE AGAIN ! OFC SHE WILL PANIC INTERNALLY SKFHDKSDFH
and idk where to put this but taco calls him "cuboid" and like see itsounded so derogatory when she says it GAJHAHAHAHA ITS LIKE??? not object slursIM NOT SAYING THAT ITS JUST SO FUNNY TO ME . IT SOUNDS LIKE A DEROGATORY TERM MAN ITS LIKE GETTING CALLED uhhhhhhhhhok other than the f slur i cant think of anything its like shes being called a faggot ok whatever I NEED TO STOP TYPING
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cybertron-smash-or-pass · 1 month ago
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Okay so I'm in hospital for lung surgery and SO mad how many polls I've missed bc of this crap grrr
Anyways - which poll result surprised you the most (positively) and which one shocked you the most (negatively) ?
As someone who hasn't seen TF: One yet, I'm fascinated by how hard people simp for that specific Sentinel. Y'all are setting the bar really high for him lol
--- Thunderwave
Shit man, hope your surgery goes well (or went well, whatever state you're in by the time this gets posted)
In terms of positive, Im honestly pretty happy the graham burns post exploded as hard as it did. I still get notes on that fucking thing. Graham Burns is eternal and will never die. I was really happy he got a majority smash vote, I wasn't expecting him to even clear 50% given he's a human character AND he's rendered in that particular artstyle. He's my fucking BOYFRIEMD, my skrunkly, my sweet cheese, my special little guy, my silly rabbit. I am Unwell about that funny little man and I simply hope the vote on him gets more people to watch rescue bots and also get obsessed with his completely swagless cringefail bisexual charm.
In terms of negative, I'm never really THAT miffed when a poll doesnt go the way I expected, but I gotta say I really thought more people were horny for tfa lockdown? Like. He's a dirtbag kinda neutral bad boy with a deep husky voice and a general jerkass demeanor, and I've seen more porn of that guy than I can keep track of. I kind of thought everyone wanted to see him seducing prowl and/or swindle. And then the poll went up and he didn't even hit the 50% mark. Like girl What Happened, how did she flop that hard 😔
Also god yeah, tfone sentinel earned that number for a reason. No spoilers but MAN, he is fun to watch. Incredibly well written character, I want to chuck him against a wall 💖
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disventure-rewrite-takes · 4 months ago
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Hello again! (Warning, long rant again)
I'm basically making my own dc au for fun (I have too many writing projects to make another rn)
Adding onto what I created on Tom and Jensen, I wanna switch some of the characters with different ones for All Stars. This is now my au of an okay show plot
I wanna add only two characters, Drew (cause I love him and more details later), and Rosa (also explained later) and remove Miriam and Lake (I'm sorry but it's for reason and I wanna give other characters a chance to win)
The reason why I chose Drew and Rosa for All Stars is for two reasons, Fiore and common sense. For Drew, he's an underused contestant that's gone too early (honestly, glad he wasn't picked for all stars cause it kinda flopped after episode 5) but one thing that stands out about him that not a lot of the fandom bothered to notice is that Drew is a constant supporter of Fiore.
One: He probably voted for someone else (like maybe Miriam or Tom) in episode 1, and he was shocked that Fiore was voted out. Also, at the finale where Fiore was already exposed at a villain, Drew was seen at Fiore's stand despite everything, so a Drew and Fiore dynamic would be perfect because Fiore gets bullied way too much by both her teammates and the writing.
And while she does deserve some of the anger they feel towards her, you have to remember that she's just a 6-8 year old (No, I'm not excusing her actions they were bad, but there's a reason why she's this way. Monsters aren't born, they're made), so having someone who seen her at her worst and yet still cares about her would probably make Fiore realize that she's not a heartless monster like what her mom said, she's capable of love like everyone else.
Rosa is also picked for a similar reason, like Drew, while Rosa did watch DC season 1 and saw how Fiore was acting like a jerk she never really liked her first but later into watching the other half of the season she saw a bit of her daughter in Fiore if certain things happened. So when she joined All Stars, she saw the chance to help the self-proclaimed 'monster' of the Disventure Camp.
Let me tell you, if someone has been told by a bunch that they're the worst and many hateful words at a young age, gains a support system and teaches them how to truly love with time it would do wonders.
(Also, I want Rosa to adopt Fiore after the show is over. (Dis)respectfully, I don't trust Alec around kids based on the few mentions about his treatment towards his own kid)
Now, for Tom, his spy background is what made me like him back in the first season 'cuase I'm a sucker for anything spy-related. But like with any cool plotline, ONC fumbled his background just for what? Petty drama and a relationship that probably wouldn't be the best in reality.
Maybe he gets trauma from getting tortured by the enemy after being left behind on a dangerous mission by his teammates and friends he trusted (make Tom fucked up looking like the Creature from Frankenstein) and scars similar to the Phantom's eye scar and have half of his mouth exposed (just have the right side be messed up 👍🏽) Make him a recluse that learns to accept help from others along with trauma bonding with Jake (trust issues gang fr)
For the last part, Jensen. The mystery man himself: Why is he working on a reality TV show where his face could be revealed with the FBI? What did he do for the police and FBI hunting him down, and what does he gain during his stay at Disventure Camp?
Now, let's imagine this: Jensen used to be a part of this huge crime ring that he, originally named Vladimir, ruled with an iron fist. But someone snitched on the gang, and the police took down most of the gang members except Vladimir. Now, with nothing but posters asking people to look out for him, Vladimir needed to get back on top, so when he saw a sheet asking for help on a new reality show out in the middle of no where Vladimir took the job.
He changed his looks (his hair was black, but he dyed it gray to look older, covered the tattoo on his neck and blinded his left eye), and gained a new (fake) ID and changed his name to Jensen. After being hired by Derek and Trevor, he started his plan to restart his empire by selling the animal corpses he kills by the order of Derek and Trevor (He may have killed some interns and framed it as bear attacks)
When season 1 started and Tom joined (He was forced to take the job after the trouble with his teammates betraying him and his boss on their last straw at Tom), Jensen sensed something odd about him. Sneaking a peek at his bags while the players are at the challenge, Jensen finds out that Tom's a spy looking for him, so he creates a plan to make sure Tom will never catch him.
So that's what I have for now, I might come back with more later. Thank you for reading and gn/gm!
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ATE DEVOURED LEFT NO CRUMBS WITH THIS
i LOVE the idea of getting drew and rosa back to not only flesh them out more (as they deserved) but to also flesh out fiore and give her a redemption arc. especially drew omg my sweet boy i miss him
and the jensen arc... moon anon we need you on the show rn i can’t watch this knowing it could’ve been THIS /pos
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jaythelay · 2 months ago
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If you're scared of another Dump presidency, allow me to share some comfort:
He won't get the chance Only if you vote.
Before running off, listen, when I say that, I don't mean:
"Write on the paper of comfort and put in box hoping for the best"
Deadass every poll has R's flopping. Polls are Severely R sided since they're primarily the only ones to do them.
With that in mind, we aren't safe simply by keeping Dump out. We got states and the house and all the other bullshit. If you vote local, you further ensure Dump's cronies don't give him another chance.
This Only Happens if you Vote.
Without the vote, sure, he may still lose, but with your vote? It's a guarantee.
If you've been wanting that push that has a small chance of reforming R's, or keeping them out of power, this is it. There will never be another chance.
Stick with me on this, for one Dump. It's fucking dump and he's a threat. Despite this he's energized normal people into politics, the fact is though, we're never getting someone as embarrassing, and stupid, as Dump is, ever again. And we're never getting a candidate like Harris/Walz ever again. Not in our lifetimes.
This landslide could only happen because Dems swapped Genocide Joe with Kamala/Walz, and because Dump is himself and running. This will never, ever, happen again.
There will never be an opportunity like this again. Ever. Dump is not running again, the GOP won't allow it. And without him, and if he loses bigly, the GOP's reputation hits the shitter for the broader public. That all that grandstanding was laughably incorrect.
You will never get another chance like this ever, ever again. No third party will come, sorry Jill Stein fucking sucks and yes I was gonna vote for her originally.
Every R is gonna vote. Dems don't vote nearly as often primarly because of voter suppression. Polls are meaningless for the most part but carry a weight to them. Just vote, and you make the R voting block look smaller and smaller.
Biden was unforgiveable with Palestine. Kamala's working with a system that's actively participating in a Genocide, give her a break, Biden and co did this. She's working with that she's got, and definitively, it has been better than Biden's fucked up lies and murders. No she couldn't do shit as VP let's be honest with the situation.
Your best bet is getting a minority person in, not an old white guy who believes black people are super predators, if you want better for Palestine, I get it. Oh believe me, I can actually say Genocide Bad No Matter Who, unlike most dems, but at the end of it, Kamala, on paper, is the best bet. Nothing else will work.
Third party would only work if Biden was still in. Without him there's not much point tbh, most moved back to dems, for Kamala. Jill Stein fucking. sucks. So much. It's just voting Dump Lite. She's a R anyways.
Just vote dem. Straight up, if you're scared of a second Dump, vote. That straight up ensures he loses. Without, it's alot more vague everywhere else. We need a crushing defeat sure, but Simply Voting is more than most people. Even most dems. Vote. It really is as simple as this, with the vote, it's ensured, without, it's vague.
On top of this, I still bet he loses by 9mil votes given his trajectory in both elections plummeting.
Let's reach 10mil. 11mil. Let's make it so the rest of the world gets scared to try a Dump there. Because all he was, was a lesson to normal people, what tyranny, idiocy, and cruelty, truly is. Once you go Dem/normal, you never go R nor back. Learning is fundamental, and it's why leftism is growing and republicanism still relies on lies and propaganda. It's why there's a rise in male youths for R support, they can only get the most sheltered, lonely of groups to believe in them. Take that ability to believe away. Watch as they start growing up later in life.
Vote. That ensures he loses. It's vague otherwise.
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amorisland · 1 year ago
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You Weren't Mine to Lose
Aka a quick drabble I wrote of Ozzy and my MC talking after the stick or switch because I know FB will flop Warnings: angst, unedited word vomit
Ozzy stood in front of her, determined look upon his face. "Nikola can we talk?"
Her heart went to a stand still. She knew this was coming but she wasn’t sure she was ready to face whatever this talk would bring. Emotions were pretty high the night she left the villa, and they were high once again with her return. A lot had happened in that time, a lot had changed. 
She just wasn’t sure yet if the change was good. 
“Sure,” she replied simply getting up from her spot next to Andy. The man gave her a reassuring squeeze of her hand before she left to follow Ozzy. The long walk across the villa felt like a walk of shame after a one night stand that went horribly wrong. Almost everyone paused their chats to watch the pair make their way over to the swing. 
Where they had their first real kiss only a few days ago. Yet it felt like an eternity. 
“First off,” the tall dancer finally said. “I can’t believe you’re still here.” 
“Me neither,” she breathed out settling a comfortable distance away from. “The vote apparently wasn’t for the least popular, but the most popular. I just got an extra day at casa amor.” 
“Looks like you used that extra time well,” He muttered under his breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nikola’s brows furrowed together as her eyes narrowed. 
“Well you twisted with this bloke you brought back here.” He gestured towards Andy laughing with Bella at the firepit. 
“His name is Andy and he’s a lovely guy.” 
Ozzy let out a sigh rubbing his hands on his face before turning to look at her. “I’m sure he is, its just hard to see you back and with someone new.”
“Well you stuck with Grace, she said you guys were fixing things after I left and before Casa.” Her arms folded across her chest remembering the chats she had with Grace over the last few days. 
He rubs his face once more, “Yeah we did.” 
An exasperated breath leaves her mouth, “Wow. I thought that was a done deal. I don’t understand why you’re all aggy with me about bringing someone back then?” 
“Come on Nik, I thought you were gone and Grace is my day dot. I never gave her a full chance because you were..... distracting, I owed her at least a little chance.” 
“So now this is all my fault? I was just a distraction for you?” Ozzy tries to interrupt her repeating an alphabet soup of ‘no’s’ and ‘that isn’t want I meant.’ 
“You know what Ozzy, you’re biggest issue, and I’m gonna tell it like it is; is that you don’t know what you want. You have had plenty of time to choose me, tell Grace you only saw her as a friend. But once I was out of the picture you didn’t miss me, you jumped back into bed with Grace. In the future, if you truly liked someone you’d make an effort and not keep them your secret side piece till you ‘decided’ what you ‘wanted’. Because next time a girl isn’t going to wait around for an answer, I know I’m not.” 
And with that Nikola stood from the swing and stormed off, ignoring his pleas to hear him out. 
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babygirlbdubs · 2 years ago
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sighs. alright. i couldn't get it out of my head so uh. here, have a continuation of this quacktho ficlet from the quarterfinals. (i didn't wanna hijack stuff's post again so new post)
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Etho's exhausted. Normally, taking Scar down in a fight is easy. But between the mass Jellie army, and Etho's own wear from the quarterfinals... if he'd just had more time...
He lay on the ground, chest rising and falling softly-- chest rattling as he breathes through his mask. The sky above is painted in morning light, the fight having lasted all night. It's the first moment Etho's had to rest since he and Mumbo walked onto the field days ago.
"It's not fair..." he mutters to no one in particular.
"Yeah, man," comes a newly familiar voice. Quackity sighs and sits in the dust with Etho, looking over at him with a crooked smile. "That's how this shit goes. Never is fair."
Etho's brows furrow as he looks up at the duck. "You have experience with this kind of thing?" he asks with a light scoff.
"Ohhh, a bit." Quackity flops back to lay next to his ally, one arm folding back behind his head as he settles. "Hey, you think they'd let us pool our votes? Bet we'd take Scar out then."
The hermit snorts and shakes his head, looking back up at the sky. He's quiet for a few moments, the loss truly starting to settle.
"If we'd just had a break, maybe I could've--"
"Hey, hey! Don't think like that, man!" Quackity lightly punches his arm, making Etho look at him with a bit of a glare. "Dude, if fuckin' Technoblade couldn't beat him, I dunno who can." He reaches out, interlacing their fingers and giving Etho's hand a light squeeze. "You gave him the closest fight outside of Techno, and you did that after fighting against Mumbo and Joe."
For a few moments, Etho just looks at him, processing what's been said. His face relaxes a little and he nods.
"Yeah. Guess you're right."
Quackity's face brightens, the wings on either side of his head perking up. "Oh! I was cheering you on, did you see?"
Etho laughs softly, a bit of affection creeping into his gaze. "Yeah. Yeah, I saw." He looks like he has something to say, but isn't sure... he swallows and looks past Quackity as he speaks. "I'm, uh... I'm glad it was you. You're a good partner."
"Heeell yeah, I am!" The duck laughs brightly. "Don't sell yourself short, though. I'm damn glad to have had you on my side."
The pair meet eyes for a moment, sharing something between them that there are no words for.
Quackity is the one to break his gaze away, looking down at their interlocked hands. "C'mon." He sits up and tugs lightly at Etho. "Let's go get you patched up and join the others. The finals are gonna be the best fight yet, I bet."
Etho groans as he hauls himself up. "Yeah, yeah." He lets Quackity let go of his hand in favor of wrapping an arm around Etho's waist. The hermit sags against him, grateful for the support. "You healin' okay?"
"Ah, stop worryin' about me, babe, I'm fine!" He starts leading Etho off the field, one step at a time. "I've had way worse. I mean, look at this scar!" Pointing to his face with his free hand, he flashes a grin-- gold tooth glinting in the rising sun.
"Alright, alright," Etho laughs out-- cutting off to cough. "... Ow."
Quackity gives him a sympathetic look and lifts up to his toes to press a quick kiss to Etho's cheek, admiring the blush that creeps over Etho's ears from it.
It only takes a few moments before Quackity is speaking again. "Y'knooowww... You should come visit Las Nevadas sometime. I think you'd dig it!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Fuck yeah, dude!"
Etho contentedly listens as Quackity starts talking about his city. Of all the things he'd expected to happen in this tournament, this certainly wasn't one of them.
But... he's happy it did. In fact, he's already drawing up business plans for Shade-E-E's in his head.
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justinspoliticalcorner · 2 months ago
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Dean Obeidallah at The Dean's Report:
No, Donald Trump is not “flip-flopping” on abortion as some corporate media headlines are claiming. But the silver lining to this debate is that it elevates the issue of reproductive freedom to the forefront in the closing months of the campaign—reminding people Trump was “honored” to “kill” Roe v. Wade and that his abortion bans are literally killing women. What sparked the headlines about Trump’s so-called “flip-flop” on abortion was when Trump first stated last week that he opposed the GOP enacted six week abortion ban in Florida. Trump told Fox News this six-week ban was a “mistake,” adding, "I think six weeks, you need more time.” However, after the pro-forced birth activists and Christian nationalists expressed outrage, Trump reversed course, saying he would vote no on the proposed Florida ballot measure that would repeal the state's six-week abortion ban.
Trump did not “evolve” on the issue of reproductive freedom. In reality, he has no core beliefs other than racism and sexism. The convicted felon simply sees the same polls and election results we have when it comes to abortion. Trump gets that a recent Gallup poll found only 12% of Americans support the GOP’s total abortion bans—while 85% of Americans believe abortion should be legal in all or certain circumstances.  Add to that, a recent CNN poll found nearly two thirds of Americans oppose the 2022 Supreme Court decision overturning Roe v. Wade.
Trump simply wanted to appear more reasonable on abortion given new polls show Americans overwhelmingly trust VP Harris to handle the issue of reproductive freedom--which has contributed to a record gender gap.  This explains Trump’s latest proposal regarding in vitro fertilization (IVF) that he claims will force insurance companies to pay for the costs of in vitro fertilization (IVF.) I’m sure we will see this “amazing” IVF plan the same time we see Trump’s “great” healthcare plan that he repeatedly promised since 2015 he would be unveiling in “two weeks.” Never happened.
Trump’s new IVF is not even original--he stole it from the Democrats. In June, Senate Democrats proposed legislation known as the Right to IVF Act that would have both enshrined into federal law a right for individuals to receive IVF treatment and would’ve mandated coverage for fertility treatments under health insurance plans. In other words, what Trump says he now wants to do. However, that legislation was blocked by all but two Senate Republicans included Trump’s own running mate, JD Vance.
What Trump and the GOP don’t get—or care to grasp—is that stripping women of a 50-year constitutional right to reproductive freedom is not a political issue, it’s personal. In fact, nothing is more personal than Republican laws that force women against their will to carry a fetus to term. And that is exactly what Republicans have done in 14 states they control with their total abortion bans that in essence mean on day one of pregnancy, a women’s uterus becomes property of the GOP.  (An additional eight GOP controlled states have also implemented abortion bans still far more restrictive than under Roe v. Wade.) These abortion bans—as studies have now detailed—are literally killing women. One study found that “women in states with abortion bans are nearly three times more likely to die during pregnancy, childbirth or soon after giving birth.” A July study found that “the highest rates of maternal mortality can be found in the Mississippi Delta, which includes Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Tennessee.” These states—as well as Texas and others--all have extreme abortion bans that have resulted in preventing women from receiving an abortion to address a women’s health needs. Rather, a woman must be on the doorstep of death before doctors are permitted by law to perform an abortion to save her life.
Abortion bans are harming and killing women, point blank. These have the imprimatur of Trump-appointed justices and GOP legislators across the nation, along with Trump himself.
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