#polititions

[egberts]

i no longer argue with people on facebook. it wasn't good for my mental health at all. instead i just drop my morally superior take and then laugh react when people try to argue and they get. so. mad.

[deskofmaji]

On this day…. A very important day in the United States…. Let’s get behind a politician who has his priorities in order! He might cook your girlfriend but he always has a plan.

Y’all seriously it cracks me up that a graphic I created way back in college is once again making the rounds LOL. That said, voting is important, no matter which way you cast your ballot. That being said, over here in my corner of the world I’mma vote, keep my vote private and make this a political free zone. That my friends is how we keep the peace and maintain friendships. My grandpa always said, don’t talk about politics, religion or sports. Sound advice.

[mrblazeflappybird]

thinking of doing a-level politics to go show that gen z can better at politics than the boomers running my country

[thelastplaceweleftoff]

I’ve said this before and I’ll say this again: this is a form of infantilization of other countries that have different cultures and speak languages you do not understand.

I'm so confused at the people who will either ignore or disdain Israeli leftists because they're Israeli. it's absolutely insane

"We want Netanyahu gone!" Who's gonna vote him out? You? You live in Ohio

"Prosecute Netanyahu for his war crimes!" Who do you think will be doing the prosecuting?

"End the occupation!" How? What are you going to do?

There are people in Israel who are communists, socialists, anarchists, anti-imperialists, anti-colonial activists. They want the exact same things you do, and dismissing them because they live in "the bad country" is just fucking insane. It's frankly childish

[dreamingofstarslight]

Something i feel like gives ppl insight to who i am as a person is:

If i hear, read, see whatever the words “i dont condone violence” ill cut it off immediately and be like “i do” and its bc i do

[aedesluminis]

Proudly showing y'all one of the most precious present I received yesterday from an even more precious person:

It's Jean and Nicole Dhombres' biography on Carnot: the most recent one even, published in 1997!

It's huge, it has a lot of sources and appendixes related to maths, its history and Lazare's work put in the scientific context on the time.

I bet it will be more focused on the scientific side of his personality rather than polititical one, given that the Dhombres' siblings are both mathematicians and not historians. An invaluable complementary reading to Reinhard's biography, which delves more into historical context and politics, at the expense of the scientific discourse.

Bonus: it smells of cork and wine, most likely the former owner kept it in a wine cellar 😂 Carnot would be soooooo pleased. Also look at the little flame flower on the cover🥺🌹

[tea-and-secrets]

I want to be rich I want to have infinite moneyyyyyyy. I could buy all of my friends little gifts I could learn so many new skills I could afford a good university and collect degrees like Pokemon cards I could review fancy restaurants I could feed the hungry house the homeless I could buy big companys like Amazon and implement ethical business practices I could bribe polititions to implement bills and laws that will protect people's rights and make the world a better place.

I hate that what I can do is limited by money, I hate that the people who are blessed with exessive wealth are all self righteous shitheads who completely waste that opportunity.

I hate that the world is controlled by money I hate capitalism I hate it I hate it I hate it. None of it is fucking real none of this shit matters. Why can't we all just hug and kiss and be kind to one another and live in harmony and help each other. I don't understand why we can't do that. I hate it so much I'm going to cry.

Sorry about the ramble I'm just super frustrated rn

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[phineas-and-herb]

he's a corrupt mayor who turned power to heinz as soon as things started getting bad so heinz would unknowingly take the fall for him (The Beak) and just a jerk in general.

"Can I help it if mommy liked me best?" (This Is Your Backstory)

partially due to the way his parents raised him - the kickball praise, the teddy bear that heinz won - but he's a grown man and he never seemed to learn better

"...and i've already wasted half a morning not caring at all about being punctual for our golf game" (She's the Mayor)

Phineas and Ferb fans:

another poll!

Explain your answer in the notes if you can ! I'm doing these polls because I'm curious about the opinions of other P&F fans, so I'm also curious about why y'all have those opinions!

[silverofthunder]

☆ the one i desire ☆

Papa Emeritus II (Secondo) x GN Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

summary: Now you just wanted to enjoy the moment of quiet in the embrace of a man that had stolen your heart.

content: 2.1k words, smut, romance (kinda), jealousy

Surprise! My first proper smut fic. A part of me can't believe that I actually wrote this but here this is... I don't usually write smut (as you've probably noticed) but sometimes it's good to step out of your comfort zone and challenge yourself. Not the easiest one to write but I had fun while writing this so that's good. Hope you enjoy!

”You are jealous, I can see it.”

You walked to the space of the club, where the staff had their own lounges. There was also a private room that staff could use with permission. Now you were heading to meet Secondo as he had requested your presence. It was already pretty late and it had been a long week but you hadn’t declined the request.

A few of staff members that you encountered on the way, gave you a smile and a nod and you responded the same to them. As you finally turned left on the last corner, you saw someone exiting from the private room, with a smug look on their face.

Something turned unpleasantly inside you but you did your best at smiling polititely to them as they passed you. You didn't know what had happened in the room but you had a thought that made your heart sting a bit, stomach feeling unsettling.

You entered the room without a knock, the door closing with a bit more louder sound as you might have put more force on shutting it. A crooked smile rose to Secondo's lips as he saw you and you felt the knot within you loosening. That man had unusually calming effect on you.

Secondo stood up, walking to you, gaze taking in your appearance. You probably looked tired as hell but it didn't matter now. His hand came to rest under your chin and the look in his eyes was slightly concerned.

"You alright?" he asked, soflty.

You nodded, smiling a little.

"Yes, just tired."

Secondo let out a hum, squeezing your chin lightly before dropping his hand to his side. There was a moment of silence and you couldn't resist to ask about the person who had been here a moment ago.

"I saw someone exiting here... Who were they?"

Another of Secondo's brows shot up.

"Does it matter who they were?"

You shifted, lowering your gaze to the floor.

"They just looked... Smug or pleased. I thought..." you trailed off. Secondo's hand grabbed your chin again, this time making you look at him.

"You thought what?"

He looked at you curious, though the tone of his voice indicated that you had to answer. You breathed in slowly, trying to calm the small storm within you.

"I thought that they had... gotten something," you said, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. The look in Secondo's eyes hardened slightly, his hold of you chin tightening.

"Gotten something?" Secondo repeated.

"Yeah, you know, some..." you paused for a moment, finally voicing your thoughts, "sexual favors."

There was a moment of silence and then Secondo let out a little laugh, the one that came deep from the chest.

"And why do you think so?"

You shrugged, not really knowing. You only had a feeling and the face of the person... It had been just so... Maybe it had been just your tired mind playing tricks.

Secondo's eyes studied you closely, trying to find the answers.

"What if that was true?" Secondo asked, now running his thumb over your lips. You stiffened, your breath hitching, strings pulling at your heart at the thought of someone touching Secondo...

And then Secondo was grinning, his hand traveling to your neck, fingers slowly creeping under the collar of your shirt.

"Are you jealous?" he asked, leaning closer and now you could feel his breath on your face. You swallowed, your heart picking up the rate, a wave of warmth coursing through your body. Then Secondo’s hand wrapped around your throat, not adding any pressure, just resting there as he leaned to speak right to your ear.

His lips ghost over your earlobe and you drew in a sharp breath, your hands grabbing the hem of your shirt tightly.

”Don’t worry, dear,” Secondo spoke, voice low and velvety and you felt like melting right on the spot. ”They weren’t the one I desire.”

Secondo kissed your earlobe before pulling slightly back, dropping his hand from your throat to your chest. Your eyes met for a moment and then you just couldn’t take it anymore. Your hand came to Secondo’s sides, pulling the man into a kiss with force and Secondo’s hand ripped open the buttons of your shirt in one swift movement while his other hand went to your neck. The kiss was rough, hurried, teeth clashing a few times, and you could feel the familiar heat building up in your lower body.

Soon Secondo turned both of you around, pushing you towards the desk and using the moment to catch a breath and open his shirt, shaking it off. You immediately brought your hand on his chest, running fingers through the hairs and claimed his lips in another kiss while your lower back hit the desk. Secondo slid off your shirt quickly, his hands roaming along your bare chest, going lower and lower, until reaching the band of your pants.

He gave a sharp tug at the band and you grinned into the kiss, pleased at his eagerness.

”Off,” he growled, breaking the kiss, and you moved your hands off of Secondo, pulling then your pants down, leaving them pile around your ankles. Secondo let out a groan and as your eyes met, your heart missed a beat in your chest, desire burning within you.

It was so intense, the feeling, and if your mind wasn’t already hazy, you might have been scared. It had been so long since you had last felt like this. The way Secondo eyed you up and down was almost too much but in a good way. He was breathing hard and your gaze fell lower, seeing that his pants were stretched on the crotch.

You swallowed, dragging then you tongue over your lips and bringing your hands to his belt, fumbling it open as quickly as you could. Slowly you started to pull the pants down, earning a low moan from Secondo as you finally freed his cock. Secondo’s hand took a hold of you chin and you looked up at him.

”How do you want to do this?” he asked, voice thick. You gave a moment to the thought, then turned around, pushing stuff away from the desk and bend yourself over it, hearing Secondo gasp as your ass was now on his full view.

”Lube?” you said, turning your head, watching Secondo over your shoulder. He didn’t waste time as he walked around the desk, opening one drawer, grabbing a bottle and then settling back behind you. You breathed slowly in and out, hearing Secondo opening the bottle of lube, and you waited, the air hanging heavy around you of anticipation, of want.

As the bottle was put aside, Secondo leaned closer while his other hand landed on the cleft of you ass, the lube feeling slightly cold and making you jolt a little.

”What do you want?” he asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

”Prep me, slowly, and then…” a sharp breath escaped from your lips as Secondo’s fingers brushed over your hole, ”fuck me.”

Secondo cursed, gently scraping his teeth against your skin. You changed your position a bit, sticking your ass out more and Secondo’s finger started slowly to push in and you moaned. He started whispering soft praises and your mind and body was fully focused on the pleasure he gave you.

It was slow at first, just like you had wanted – Secondo took his time, letting you adjust to the feeling of his fingers. He kept the movements steady and made sure he talked you before moving forward and adding fingers. It felt so good, his fingers filling you deliciously, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it was also not enough. You wanted, needed more and by the time Secondo had three or four fingers inside you and you were pushing against them unashamedly, pleas started to drop from your mouth.

”Oh, so needy,” Secondo said, voice filled with satisfaction. He bend his fingers, hitting close to that sweet spot and your back arched, low moan escaping into the air.

”Please…” you breathed out, rolling your hips.

”Fuck,” Secondo breathed out, sinking his teeth on to your back and you shuddered at the feeling. Finally he withdrew his fingers from you and you mewled at the loss. You heard Secondo moving close by, most likely adding some lube and prepping himself, and you just stared at the desk, breathing heavily, want throbbing in your lower body.

Then Secondo was again beside you, now cupping your cheek and turning your head so you could look at him. His eyes were filled with desire, the white of the other eye shining bright in the contrast of another’s darker green. He leaned in to kiss you, and despite the awkward angle, you accepted it.

As you soon parted in need of air, Secondo moved away, settling behind you, placing his hand on you hip. He massaged the flesh, voicing his intention to move forward and you pushed your ass towards him. A gasp left your mouth as the tip of his cock started to push inside, and your eyes rolled as the stretch felt almost too much. You did your best to relax yourself as Secondo slowly fully filled you and leaned over, leaving a trail of kisses along your spine.

”You good?” he asked and you nodded, not trusting your voice anymore. He waited another moment before carefully starting to move, the feeling making you whine and press your hands tighter against the desk.

You ached for more, wanted to feel it no matter if there would be a bit of pain.

”Fuck me,” you croaked out, rolling your hips and earning low groan from Secondo. His other hand grabbed your hip, too, and he started to move in and out. First a few rougher moves, then settling into a steadier rhythm, his fingertips pressing into your hips hard.

The heat prickled on your skin, the pleasure making you sweat and mumble incoherent words. Secondo’s cock filled you so well, his soft praises turning you on even more as he thrusted in and out. The fire was blazing in your lower body and you moved slightly so you could reach out and touch yourself. You moaned loud, your mind turning hazier as you finally got more relief to the ache within.

”You feel so good,” Secondo groaned, his rough voice sending shivers running through you. You knew that you wouldn’t last long anymore so you needed all you could get – now.

”Faster,” you basically ordered. ”Don’t hold back.”

With a grunt, Secondo pulled out of you, slamming then right in hard, hitting so close to that sweet spot inside you that your vision blurred. His fingertips were now pressing so hard into your hips that you were sure there would be bruises later, his pace speeding up until you couldn’t even think anything sensible anymore, the feeling of him engulfing you completely.

You were so close and as Secondo hit that sweet spot inside you, your eyes rolled back and you started to chase the release, moving your hand faster on your lower body. It only took a few moves before your whole body started shaking, back arching and tears escaping from your eyes as you rode through the orgasm. You barely registered as Secondo’s movements turned sharper and shorter and he leaned against your back, his cock pulsing within you, filling you up with his cum. Your breaths were coming out ragged and you blinked furiously, Secondo’s breaths feeling hot on your shoulder. It took a moment or two before your eyes could finally make out the details and the ache on your arms and legs made itself know.

”Everything good?” Secondo asked, lips ghosting over your skin.

”Yeah, I just…” you said, gently shoving him and he understood the message, moving away, his softened cock finally slipping out of you. You let out a long sigh, slightly wincing as you turned and straightened yourself up, Secondo’s hands snaking around your waist immediately. A sated smile rose to your lips as your eyes met and you could feel his cum dripping out of you, making a mess of your thighs.

Secondo pulled you closer and you cupped his face with your left hand, claiming his lips in a chaste kiss. As you parted, you rested your head on Secondo’s shoulder, dropping your hand onto his chest, slowly caressing the sweaty hairs. Secondo placed a kiss on top of your head and you sighed, comfortable silence settling between you. You were now fully aware of the mess you had done but for now you didn’t care about it.

You had time to clean up later, now you just wanted to enjoy the moment of quiet in the embrace of a man that had stolen your heart.

[girllookingoutwindow]

What happened to don't like it don't read it. Fanfic writers do this for free Anon. Some Authors give polin kids red hair blue eyes some dark hair blue eyes. ITS FANFIC and free. I can't believe you come to a page just to bitch. You know what I take it back don't scroll on think you can do better write it your damn self. (sorry that anon just set me off.)

Hi, anon. I think everyone has the right to have their own opinion and I agree about not reading what you don't like. Sometimes about fanfics, people cares about characters and they feel the characters belong to them in some way.

I still insist that maybe a tag or jus a warning about some topic can be a good thing, but that is just to fanfic writer to decide.

Everyone can have their opinion, but it would be nice this kind of conversation were more kind and politite.

[indigo-ghost-girl]

I have alot to say

And since apparently its a strike for Palestine for the next couple of days I thought I would speak my mind. Its the least I can do.

Im so tired. Tired of news that people are dieing. I'm so incredibly tired. It's not becuse I don't want to know what is happening. I'm tired because MY people, one of the ritchest countries on earth, are not only doing nothing to stop the attacks but are actively contributing to them.

The bible says, "Love thy neibour" so why in HELL are we attacking them??

I just watched a video about a Palestinian American woman being shoved out of a room when she spoke her mind to a politition. And no one came to help her. They shoved her out. People WITH MY FACE shoved her out. MY SKIN COLOUR, MY LANGUAGE, MY HAIR COLOUR.

I am not proud of my country. And unless they step up to change I don't think I ever will again.

The people of Gaza have every right to be furious with us.

I try so hard to be neutral and hear both sides of the argument to make sure I know the facts. But I can't stay silent any longer. I've been so afraid to speak up, I'm so privileged but that means the people around me, my family, I'm afraid they will have opposing views. And I cannot afford to lose them.

I can only imagine what horrors the Palestinian people are going though. Bombed in churches, hospitals, trapped under rubble for hours.

I remember I had a nightmare once. We were running from something and we took refuge in a church in the middle of nowhere. They had no chairs and I had to sit on the floor against the wall. Everything was so tense.

Then the stained glass window exploded. Shattered in an instant and sent glass flying everywhere. We watched the the countryside around us was bombarded with smaller bombs. The safest place was inside and I remember prying that nothing would hit us directly again. The ground shook, it was so incredibly distorted.

We had to make a break for it, but there where people outside with some form of deadly weaponry, imagine like a gun that shot shrapnel.

I got to wake up from that nightmare. For some people that is there reality.

I'm so tired of living this reality. I feel powerless and stupid. I can only do so much. And it infuriats me. And no one will take me seriously becuse I'm young. At first it was because I was a child now it's becuse I'm inexperienced.

WHO CARES??? I'm not a mind reader. I haven't actually lived through a bombing. But I have felt pain before. I haven't been forced to leave my home, but I have been forced to move houses.

Yes they aren't the same thing. YES IM LUCKY I KNOW. But I know what it's like to hurt and some people clearly don't.

I just. Want to live. A centminent I'm sure the people of Gaza share. I want to laugh. Love. Share meals with loved ones. Create, Share. Live life.

Why are they denied that chance?

[chiefofboatwatsonstittymug]

Dash this morning:

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[glazedyeastring]

Hey! So a while back I posted some stuff about a fic my sister was writing. Well I decided to make the executive decision to make the fic canon to the Chaspio story.

And! To celebrate(kinda) I decided to make more art of it :)

But first this is one of the side characters in the fic, Ursa! She's the prosecutor that's working with the Chaotix to jail the client, speaking of which...

That's him! Or at least, half of him. Crazy politition guy who wants Chamomile dead.

This last one goes a bit hard in my opinion, tried doing some cool perspective thing but I'm not sure it turned out quite right.

CW for trauma and self-harm

Anyway here's Espio having such a great time :>

[lipstickontheglass1985]

us centrism as a concept is so funny once you imagine it to be applied to anywhere else. imagine that every little thing from YOUR local politics slash cultural events is obsessively reported on by every single news agency ever and millions of twitter users who have never even visited the place have Opinions on it. there are books about it written in languages you cant even possibly attempt to read. all that because the fates of the whole world apparently depend on how your local polititical bullshit goes down

[imrankhanporn]

मुझे वो स्त्री पसंद है जो एक संस्कारी और पती पर जान देती हो। जिसकी घर में, समाज में बहुत इज्जत हो। जिसे कोई तु भी ना बोलता है लेकिन जब वो मुझसे बात करें तो मेरी गुलामी करें। मुझे अपना पति,ब्यायफ्रेंड मान लें और अपने पति के सामने मुझसे गंदी गालियां सुने , अपने आपको खुब जलील करवाए। मेरा हर आदेश माने और ये सब पति के सामने करें। रात को बिस्तर में से,दीन में किचन में से। उसे सच्चा आर्गैज़्म महसूस कराउंगा।

High qualified, officers,CEO, principal, doctor, politition यानी ताकतवर महिला जो असली जिंदगी में बहुत सम्मानित नजरों से देखी जाती हो वो ही इस खेल की हिस्सेदार हो सकती है।

फालतू लोग कमेंट ना करें सिधे ब्लाक

Ladies come inbox it's a highly private.....

[cassie-darlin]

i rlly wish i would stop seeing people say how low the detransition rate is in response to peoples bad faith concern about it. as if thats not the exact same argument being used against trans people. like we shouldnt not ban trans healthcare because only whatever% of trans people detransition, we shouldnt ban trans healthcare because people have the right to alter their bodies in whatever ways they feel will make them happier. a natural consequence of people having bodily autonomy is that sometimes people will regret things they did with that autonomy. this argument isnt made with any other kind of body alteration, people who regret their tattoos dont petition the government to ban tattoos. these incidences are tragic and the people effected should have easy access to every kind of reparative care they need, but nobody advocates for that. transphobic polititions that claim to care about us dont advocate for detrans healthcare to be covered by health insurance, or for more research into how to make the process easier. because its not actually about helping detrans people, its about hurting trans people.