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Midnight Dreams

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson x Black OC

Summary: Dwayne has secretly loved Snow for years, and as his feelings deepen, Snow begins to realize that Dwayne might be the love of her life.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, but in the backyard of Snow’s sprawling estate, a world of its own continued to buzz with the same energy that filled the halls of her grand home. Nestled behind Snow’s seven-bedroom mansion, with thirteen bathrooms, three levels, and 1.6 acres of meticulously manicured grounds, there existed an oasis for all manner of activities.

Today, that oasis was a private basketball court, gleaming under the dusk sky, as Snow and Dwayne spent another evening doing something they both loved: playing basketball.

Dwayne, the more playful of the two, grinned as Snow attempted yet another shot. He couldn’t help himself. With a loud and exaggerated voice, he yelled, “Brick!” Snow’s face twisted in mock annoyance as her ball bounced off the rim once again. She pouted, crossed her arms, and walked away from the court.

“Come get these buckets,” Dwayne taunted, but Snow wasn’t biting. She ignored him, her pride and slight frustration sending her further off the court and towards the house. Dwayne’s gaze followed her for a beat before he smirked, and then sprinted after her.

Before she could reach the back door, Dwayne’s strong arms encircled her from behind, lifting her into the air with ease. Snow's squeal of surprise dissolved into peals of laughter as she squirmed in his grasp.

“Put me down, Dwayne,” Snow managed between giggles, though there was no real malice in her words. She could never truly be mad at him. He lowered her back down gently, and she adjusted her stance, hands on hips, clearly pretending to be irritated.

Dwayne, ever the charmer, winked as he backed away. The two had been best friends for years since 2007 to be precise. They’d been through the highs and lows of life together, and while they knew each other better than anyone else, their dynamic remained refreshingly uncomplicated. To the world, they were just best friends. But for Dwayne, it was never that simple. His feelings for Snow had grown deeper with every passing year, an undeniable affection he kept carefully hidden, though the years of quiet yearning were taking their toll.

Snow, for her part, remained blissfully unaware of the quiet storm that raged inside Dwayne. She saw him as the constant, her rock, and nothing more, at least not yet.

“So, is today a cheat day, or do I have to cook you some beef steak, sweet potato, and a salad?” Snow’s question was casual, a reflection of how deeply ingrained their friendship had become. Dwayne’s diet was a meticulous regimen, centered around high-protein, high-carb meals designed to fuel his intense workouts. Snow had become adept at preparing his favorite dishes over the years, making sure his meals were always perfect.

“You have to cook for me,” Dwayne responded with a grin that never failed to bring a smile to her face. Snow, nodding, turned on her heel and began walking back toward the house.

Inside, the air was crisp and clean, the entire space dominated by a fresh white aesthetic that made the rooms feel endless. The house was immaculate, and yet, Snow never seemed to mind the pristine environment, her feet never faltered as she made her way to the gourmet chef’s kitchen. It was a place that reflected both her style and her nature: functional, beautiful, and always welcoming. The kitchen featured custom cabinetry designed by Molori in Italy and even boasted an additional prep area, designed for catering. It was a far cry from the simple kitchens she’d grown up with, but it was hers, a reflection of all she had achieved.

As Snow set to work, Dwayne casually hopped up onto one of the stools that lined the kitchen island. He perched there, arms folded, watching her move about with practiced ease as she began preparing dinner. There was something so familiar and comforting in the way she moved, so focused, so effortless.

“Do you want my help?” Dwayne asked after a few minutes of watching.

“No, thank you. Just sit there and look pretty,” Snow quipped, never missing a beat. The words were delivered with such deadpan seriousness that Dwayne burst into laughter, his voice a rich, warm sound that filled the air around them. Snow’s lips twitched in amusement as she continued her task.

“So, are you attending the Hall of Fame this year?” Dwayne asked, his voice lowering slightly as he watched her work. Snow’s movements slowed for a fraction of a second, her expression shifting as she considered the question.

“I don’t know for sure yet. I know Michelle was thinking about having me induct her, so we’ll have to wait and see,” Snow replied, her eyes distant for a brief moment as her mind wandered to the possibilities of the future. This year’s WWE Hall of Fame would see Michelle, her long-time friend and rival-turned-bestie, being inducted. Snow’s mind spun with the idea of possibly being the one to induct her. The honor would be immense.

Dwayne’s heart did a small leap at the mention of Michelle, but he kept his face neutral, trying not to let his emotions slip through. “I want you to come. You could be my date, and you’d get to dress me like you’ve been wanting to do,” Dwayne teased, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. But his insides were a mess of nerves. Would she agree? Did she know how much this simple invitation meant to him? Would she see it for what it truly was, a chance for him to spend time with her in a way he’d secretly dreamed of for years?

Snow’s brow furrowed slightly, her lips curving into an inquisitive smile. “Your date and I get to dress you, Dwayne? What do you have planned?” she asked, her voice playful, but her eyes betraying a hint of curiosity.

Dwayne chuckled, his gaze softening as he leaned slightly forward. “What, a man can’t show off his best friend and maybe do a little campaign work for her, you know, to be a possible inductee into the WWE Hall of Fame 2026?” he teased, his words coated in layers of affection and hope.

Snow’s heart skipped. The question she hadn’t expected had slipped into her thoughts, unbidden. “What? You think I should be inducted into the Hall of Fame?” she asked, voice edged with surprise.

Dwayne didn’t hesitate. “Twenty years of tenure with the company and one of the greatest female performers in WWE history? Yeah, I do,” he said, his words firm and unshakable.

Snow stood still for a moment, her hands frozen mid-task as the weight of Dwayne’s words settled over her. She continued to cook, but her mind was elsewhere, a whirlwind of thoughts clouding her every action. Was she worthy? Had she done enough in her career to be inducted? The uncertainty gnawed at her, though she pushed it aside for now, choosing to focus on the moment instead.

Dwayne, sensing her internal turmoil, stood up and walked over to her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Hey, don’t overthink it. You deserve to be in the Hall of Fame. It’s about time WWE recognized your hard work.”

Snow offered him a small, appreciative smile, but Dwayne could see the storm of doubt still raging within her. He stayed by her side as she finished cooking, and together, they set the table and made their drinks. The conversation shifted as Dwayne asked about Snow’s schedule for the week. She explained that she would be attending the premiere of Queen of the Ring in New York to support her best friend Trinity, who played a role in the movie.

“Well, let me know when you’re back in town,” Dwayne said as they sat down to eat.

“Okay,” Snow responded, a quiet warmth in her voice as she placed a bite of food in her mouth. The meal was delicious, and the night continued in comfortable silence, as it often did between them. They had been through so much, and yet, it always felt like they had all the time in the world.

Later that week, Snow made her way to New York for the Queen of the Ring premiere, an event that was especially important to her as it celebrated the achievements of female wrestlers. As she walked the red carpet, Snow radiated confidence in a stunning dress from Dsquared2’s Fall 2025 collection. The body-hugging, sequin-embellished fabric gleamed under the flash of cameras, while dramatic feathery sleeves caught the light at every turn.

Her heart swelled with pride as she posed for pictures, but it was Trinity, her best friend since 2009 that brought the biggest smile to her face. Trinity, wearing a custom bedazzled neck brace to sell her recent wrestling injury, wrapped Snow in a hug, grateful for her support.

“I’m so proud of you, Trin,” Snow whispered, the weight of their friendship settling comfortably between them.

The evening unfolded with laughter and joy, surrounded by familiar faces from the wrestling world. After the movie premiere, Snow returned to her hotel room, where a surprise awaited her. A food trolley stood before her, laden with her favorite dishes: French fries, chicken tenders, and a flavorful Southwest shrimp dish. Atop the trolley, a note from Dwayne read: You look amazing tonight. Here are some of your favs. Enjoy—DJ.

Snow smiled softly, touched by his thoughtful gesture, and set about enjoying the meal. She texted him a quick thank-you before sitting back, savoring the quiet moment.

As the night wore on, Snow slipped into her night routine, undressing and washing away the day’s makeup, slipping into the soft comfort of a silk bonnet. She climbed into bed, and as she turned off the lights, her phone buzzed with a message from Dwayne, the simple words offering her a sense of peace and comfort.

It was a small moment, but in that quiet connection, Snow knew that Dwayne was always there for her, just as he had been for years, a constant in her life.

As for Dwayne, he cherished these moments, knowing that the depth of his feelings for Snow was a secret he would carry with him, hoping, perhaps one day, she would see him in the same way he saw her.

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When Snow returned home after the premiere of Queen of the Ring, a sense of relief washed over her. The whirlwind of the event had been exciting, but it felt good to be back in the comfort of her own space, surrounded by familiar sights, sounds, and scents. Her sprawling estate, nestled in the quiet suburbs, felt like a haven, especially after a high-profile night out. The weight of her responsibilities seemed to lift with each step she took across her marble floors. But there was no time to rest just yet.

The first thing Snow did was walk straight into her chef's kitchen, a space she’d designed with purpose: clean, modern, and inviting, a place where she could find peace through the rhythmic act of cooking. Her hands were already moving with purpose, pulling out the ingredients for her favorite comfort dish: gumbo. The rich, aromatic smell of smoked shrimp, sausage, and vegetables would soon fill the house, bringing warmth to every corner of the place. Cooking had always been her way of unwinding. It was familiar, grounding, and, for some reason, it always seemed to draw the people she loved into her orbit.

She tossed the shrimp into a pot of seasoned oil, their smokey scent rising, mingling with the savory base of garlic and onion. The gumbo began to take shape, its deep red color a promise of the spicy richness to come. Her hands moved swiftly, chopping vegetables, stirring the pot, and adding a pinch of seasoning here and there. It was a quiet rhythm she had perfected over the years.

As the gumbo simmered on the stove, Snow found herself humming a soft tune. For a moment, she allowed herself to simply enjoy the process, the sensation of the bubbling liquid in the pot, the sizzle of the shrimp, and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables. It was her time to feel at peace, but she knew, all too well, that peace in this house was a fleeting thing.

Barely ten minutes passed before the sound of the front door slammed open, followed by the unmistakable voice of Joshua.

“Where is the food?” he called out, his voice loud and booming, the kind of voice that could echo across rooms and make people smile, or cringe. It was unmistakably Joshua, full of energy and unfiltered enthusiasm. Snow sighed, smiling despite herself, as she looked up from her task.

Sure enough, Joshua appeared in the kitchen, walking in like he owned the place. His presence was larger-than-life, impossible to miss. Right behind him was Storm, Snow's older brother, who walked with the quiet confidence of someone who didn’t need to announce his arrival. But it was no secret, he had a commanding presence all on his own. The two of them had been best friends since their college days at the University of West Alabama, and over the years, they’d forged an unbreakable bond, which always meant they came as a package deal.

“Feed us, sis,” Storm said, grinning as he leaned against the counter next to Snow. His eyes swept over the kitchen as if assessing the situation. Joshua was already at the stove, sniffing the air like a bloodhound. He looked at Snow with an exaggerated expression of hunger.

“I swear, you two…” Snow muttered, shaking her head as she stirred the gumbo. The house had just started to feel like hers again, and yet, here they were, interrupting her peaceful moment. But she couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at her lips. They were family, and that meant something.

“You can make your plates, right?” Snow asked, glancing up at them. She was trying to be polite, but she had her suspicions. The two of them could never be trusted to do anything for themselves when food was involved.

“You don’t make Dwayne make his plates, but we have to?” Joshua replied, half-laughing as he leaned against the counter beside her. “That’s cold, Snow.”

Snow rolled her eyes, her patience thinning, but the playful tone in his voice made it hard to stay irritated. It was a routine, one she had grown used to. Joshua and Storm had always been like this, ever since their college days when they used to crash at her place after a night out or a game. The dynamic hadn’t changed much in the years since.

Storm, always the instigator, leaned in, wiggling his eyebrows. “Now you know why she does that,” he said, his voice laced with humor.

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head as he opened the refrigerator door, grabbing a bottle of water. “You really don't trust us to make our plates, huh?”

“It’s not that,” Snow said, with a playful grin. “It’s just... you're both terrible in the kitchen. I’m doing you a favor.”

“Right,” Storm said, rolling his eyes. “We don’t need your charity, Snow.”

As the teasing continued, Snow couldn’t help but feel a lightness she hadn’t felt in a while. Joshua and Storm were good for her soul, even if they drove her crazy. She watched them banter back and forth, the familiar rhythms of their relationship giving her a sense of grounding she didn’t realize she’d been missing.

But then, Joshua’s voice broke through the banter with a direct question that immediately shifted the atmosphere.

“So, Snow,” he said, leaning casually against the counter, “when are you giving DJ his exit ticket out of the friend zone and letting him be your man?”

There was a brief silence in the kitchen as Snow froze, her hand pausing mid-stir. For a moment, it was as if the world had stopped turning, and all the air had been sucked out of the room. Her brothers’ words hung in the air like a weight she couldn’t shake. The question wasn’t new. Joshua had been asking it for months, teasing her about Dwayne and his obvious feelings but today, it felt different.

Snow cleared her throat and kept her gaze fixed on the pot in front of her, though she couldn’t deny the flutter of nerves in her chest. “Aren’t you tired of this same joke?” she asked, her voice light but edged with a hint of discomfort. It was easier to pretend this was just a running joke than to confront the truth that she had been avoiding for so long.

“It ain’t a joke,” Joshua said, his tone more serious now. He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. “There’s no way you don’t see that man is in love with you, Snow.”

Her heart beat a little faster at his words. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look up at him. “We’re friends, Joshua,” she said, though she felt the words catch in her throat. The truth was, the line between friendship and something more had blurred long ago. It wasn’t just Dwayne’s feelings that she was unsure about. It was her own.

Joshua raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Are you in denial, or you don’t feel the same about him?”

Snow’s hands trembled slightly, her grip on the spoon tightening. She wasn’t sure why this question was so hard to answer, but it felt like a heavy truth that she wasn’t ready to face.

“I... I’m not sure,” she said quietly, lowering her gaze once more. The admission felt like a weight, but at the same time, it was a relief. She had spent so much time denying the possibility that there could be something more with Dwayne that the idea of admitting her feelings seemed almost impossible.

Joshua and Storm exchanged a look, one that spoke volumes without the need for words. It was the kind of look only years of friendship could build, the kind of look that said they both knew exactly what was going on, even if Snow didn’t.

“In denial,” they both said in unison, their voices synchronized, as if they had rehearsed it.

Snow’s cheeks flushed at the combined statement, but there was a part of her that knew they were right. Her feelings for Dwayne were complicated, and maybe it was easier to live in denial than to face the truth.

Storm leaned against the counter beside her, his arms crossed. “Sis, we’ve all seen it. You and DJ... there’s more there. Stop pretending like it’s not staring you in the face.”

Joshua nodded, his grin teasing, but there was a tenderness in his eyes. “It’s not a joke, Snow. You know it as much as we do.”

Snow sighed, setting the spoon down on the counter. “I know,” she said softly. “I just don’t know what to do with it.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Joshua said, his usual playfulness returning. “Just let it happen. Dwayne isn’t going anywhere, and neither are you. You two are perfect for each other.”

Snow’s heart skipped a beat at his words. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Joshua said, his tone sincere.

Storm gave her a pointed look. “You don’t need to overcomplicate things. You’ve got a good thing with DJ. Don’t let it slip away because you’re scared of what might happen.”

Snow stayed silent, turning back to the stove as she stirred the gumbo. Her mind was racing, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they were right. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to her relationship with Dwayne than she had allowed herself to see. But the idea of taking that step, of moving beyond the friendship they had built felt like stepping into the unknown. It was terrifying, but at the same time, it felt like the only thing that made sense.

She looked at her brothers, their faces filled with a mix of concern and encouragement. For the first time in a long while, Snow felt like maybe, just maybe, she was ready to face the truth about her feelings for Dwayne. It wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing worth having ever was.

The gumbo simmered on the stove, its fragrance filling the air, and with it came the comforting sense that perhaps, this was the beginning of something new, not just for her and Dwayne, but for herself.

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It was an early afternoon when Dwayne saw Snow, the sunlight glinting off his Ford F 150 Hennessey VelociRaptor, and there Snow was, walking briskly with her tiny micro teacup poodle, Rocca, trailing beside her. Dwayne slowed to a stop, rolling down his window, his eyes naturally falling on Snow, the woman who had unknowingly captured his heart years ago.

"Where are you ladies going?" he called out, his tone light, a hint of warmth in the way he spoke.

Snow glanced at him, not missing the slight twinkle in his eyes. "We're on our daily walk if you must know."

Her words were casual, but it was the way her voice lingered on him, the way her lips curled into a smile, that struck Dwayne deep within. Rocca’s high-pitched bark cut through the air as if announcing her joy at seeing her favorite person.

"Hi, Rocca," Dwayne said, his voice full of affection.

Snow walked around the truck, and without a second thought, slid into the passenger seat. Rocca, as if to confirm the unspoken bond, immediately hopped from Snow’s lap and into Dwayne’s arms.

“Come to daddy, Rocca,” Dwayne teased, smiling down at the dog, his heart swelling in his chest. He’d bought Rocca for Snow to fill the void left by her dog Rocco, who had been her companion for sixteen years before passing away. He had hoped it would help heal her heart, but over time, the tiny dog had also become his constant reminder of the woman he loved.

"You ain't her daddy," Snow said with a playful roll of her eyes.

"She knows I am her daddy," Dwayne responded with a grin, his eyes softening as he gazed at the little dog nestled in his arms.

"Just because you brought her doesn't mean you're her daddy," Snow retorted, shaking her head, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“But I pay for her expenses, like that's child support,” he quipped.

Snow couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, that is child support, dog support,” she said, her voice light and teasing. But deep inside, there was a strange unease. Her words were a joke, but there was truth hidden beneath them. Dwayne had always been there for her, in every way he could. And now, as the weight of that truth settled on her, Snow found herself questioning things she had never allowed herself to before.

As Dwayne drove, the familiar sights of the neighborhood passed by, but Snow’s mind wasn’t on the streets outside. Instead, it was on the man beside her. Ever since that conversation with her brother, Storm, and her close friend, Joshua, Snow had been a mess. The idea of Dwayne’s feelings for her had unsettled her in ways she couldn’t articulate. But what unsettled her more was the possibility that she might feel the same way. And now, sitting beside him in his truck, she couldn’t stop herself from looking at him, searching for answers that, perhaps, only he could provide.

“Why are you staring at me?” Dwayne asked, his voice breaking through her thoughts.

“I can't stare at my best friend,” Snow replied, her voice tight as she averted her gaze.

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, knowing her too well. “Not when it looks like you have something you want to say, and you don't know if it’s going to hurt my feelings or not.”

Snow sighed, looking out of the window. It was so typical of Dwayne to see right through her, to read her like an open book. She wasn’t sure if she could talk about it now, not when everything felt so fragile.

"It’s nothing. I was just thinking I haven't been to Hawaii in a while," she said, deflecting.

Dwayne gave her a knowing smile. "Oh, so you just want to ask me if you can stay at my house in Kailua. You know you can stay at any house of mine without asking, Snow."

“Yeah, but I don’t want to interrupt you or go anywhere unannounced. What if you have company or something?” Snow replied.

Dwayne looked at her with an expression that was half-amused, half-incredulous. “Snow, what company? You know I’m not seeing anyone, so you can come and go as you please.”

Snow blinked, the reality of his words hitting her like a splash of cold water. “So, you’re single?” she asked, her voice almost too quiet.

Dwayne froze, the air in the truck seeming to thicken around them. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and for the briefest moment, the steady calm he usually exuded faltered. He was always so sure, so confident. But now, in the face of Snow’s question, he hesitated.

“Yes,” he answered, his voice carefully neutral. But his eyes betrayed him, and Snow saw a flicker of something deeper in his gaze.

“Why?” Snow asked, her curiosity piqued, though she was already dreading the answer.

Dwayne’s heart beat faster. Was he really going to say it? Would he tell her the truth, the one he had been holding inside for so long? That he had never stopped loving her, and that even now, he was still waiting for her to realize what was right in front of her.

He shrugged, his voice coming out softer than usual. “Just haven’t found the one yet, I guess.”

Snow nodded, a sense of disappointment creeping over her, but she pushed it away. She couldn't ask him anything more, not now. Not when her thoughts were so tangled.

But then, as they drove past her house, Snow’s heart skipped a beat. She was so lost in her head that she hadn’t even realized they had passed it. “Dwayne, we passed my house,” she pointed out, her voice suddenly light, as though the shift in the conversation had shaken her back into the present.

“I’m taking you to my house,” Dwayne replied, his smile playful. “Rocky made us a delicious lunch, and Joe and Galina are at my house.”

Snow smiled, though it felt forced. She hadn’t seen Joe and Galina in a while. Joe and Dwayne are both members of the Anoa'i family. They are not technically related but are often called cousins because their families have known each other for years. They are close. Snow couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing when she thought of Joe and Galina’s life together with their beautiful children, their sense of security, and the love that seemed to radiate from them.

“I know they seem to think you’re avoiding them,” Dwayne said, his voice shifting into something more serious. “You never show up to anything they plan, Snow.”

Snow stiffened slightly, the words catching her off guard. It was true. She hadn’t been to many of their get-togethers, but it wasn’t out of malice. It was just that she felt… disconnected from their lives, unsure of her place in it. Sometimes, seeing them together only reminded her of what she didn’t have, what she might never have.

“I’m not avoiding them,” Snow said, her voice a little more defensive than she intended. "I just don’t have the time to hang out.”

Dwayne glanced at her, a look of gentle understanding crossing his face. “But you always have time for me, and we hang out.”

She looked at him, her heart thumping a little louder. “You’re different.”

That one simple sentence made Dwayne’s heart race in a way that no other words ever could. She didn't even realize it, but she had just given him a sliver of hope. It was the slightest indication that maybe she felt the same way about him.

As they pulled into Dwayne’s grand circular driveway, Snow couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over her. His house, with its elegant stucco exteriors and sprawling grounds, felt like a world she had never quite belonged to, and yet here she was. Rocca hopped out of the truck and into Dwayne’s arms once more, a happy yip escaping her as if to reaffirm her loyalty.

They made their way inside, the scent of something delicious wafting through the air. Dwayne’s private chef, Rocky, had prepared a feast, and as they stepped into the kitchen, Snow was greeted by Joe, Galina, Dwayne’s mother Ata, and his cousin Lina.

“Oh, look who it is, I almost forgot how you look, Snow,” Joe teased, his tone light and playful.

Snow winced but smiled nonetheless. “Hi, Joe,” she replied, offering a warm greeting to everyone else before excusing herself to wash her hands.

As she sat down at the table, Snow’s thoughts were still occupied by Dwayne. His eyes, his words, his unspoken feelings, they all weighed on her. She knew there was something there, something she wasn’t ready to confront, but the more she tried to push it away, the more she realized that the truth was unavoidable.

“So, where have you been hiding?” Galina asked, her voice full of curiosity. “I saw you went to Trinidad Carnival. I would have loved to go.”

Snow couldn’t help but smile. “Just been keeping busy, but I got you. If you want to go to St. Vincent, St. Lucia, Antigua, Barbados Crop Over, or Grenada Spicemas, those run from July to August,” she said, attempting to lighten the mood.

Galina smiled back, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Just let me know the dates, and we’ll work something out.”

“Me too,” Lina said.

“Okay, we’ll make it a girls' trip,” Snow said.

Rocky entered with their meals, and the conversation turned to more casual topics, but Snow’s mind kept drifting back to Dwayne, the man who had been there for her through thick and thin. As they ate, Snow’s thoughts were interrupted when Ata asked, “You’re working so hard, Snow. When are you going to settle down?”

Snow opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat as she caught Dwayne’s gaze. There was something unspoken in the air between them, something she wasn’t ready to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore. The room grew still as Snow finally replied, her voice quiet but resolute.

“I don’t know,” she said, the weight of her uncertainty settling over her.

Ata smiled softly, her eyes knowing. “You can’t keep working forever, Snow. You have to make time for love too.”

“I will,” Snow replied, but even as she said it, she wasn’t sure if she believed it herself.

As Snow took a bite of her grilled salmon, she noticed Lina watching her thoughtfully from across the table. Lina was always quiet, observant, and a bit of an enigma to her, but there was something about the way she regarded Snow that felt almost knowing.

“You’ve been keeping to yourself a lot lately,” Lina said softly, her gaze never leaving Snow’s face. “You know, sometimes the hardest part of life is letting others in, even when it feels like you’re better off alone.”

Snow met her eyes, surprised by the depth of Lina’s words. Lina was rarely so direct, but her voice held a kind of wisdom that made Snow wonder if she had seen more than she let on. It felt like Lina was speaking to her in a way no one else had, and Snow couldn’t quite tell if it was out of concern or something else.

“You’re right, Lina,” Snow replied, the words tasting foreign on her tongue. “But it’s not always that easy.”

Lina gave her a small, understanding smile before returning to her plate. “No, it’s not. But sometimes the right person makes it easier.”

The brief exchange lingered in Snow’s mind long after the conversation had shifted, leaving her with an unsettled feeling she couldn’t quite shake.

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Dwayne and Snow had been inseparable for almost two decades. Their friendship, which had started innocently enough in the second grade, had evolved into something undeniably special.

Over the years, they became known to everyone who knew them as the best of friends, almost like two halves of the same soul. They spent nearly every waking moment together, and their bond was palpable, effortlessly blending friendship with an intimacy that bordered on something deeper, something unspoken but understood by both of them.

They were affectionate without a hint of hesitation, with an arm around the shoulder, a lingering hug, and a playful touch that didn’t seem to have any boundaries. No one ever thought anything of it, and neither Dwayne nor Snow had ever bothered to define what was between them. It was simply them. Dwayne and Snow.

But recently, Dwayne had begun to realize that the feelings he harbored for Snow ran far deeper than mere affection. It was love. The kind of love that came with aching, longing, and an awareness that he could no longer ignore. It wasn’t just the way she laughed at his jokes or how they shared every trivial detail of their days.

It was the way her presence made him feel like everything else in the world could fade into the background. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she was passionate about, the way her lips curved into a smile just for him. Every touch, every word, and every laugh began to mean so much more than they ever had before.

Snow, on the other hand, had never questioned their closeness. She had never imagined that anything about their friendship could change. She had always felt comfortable around Dwayne like she could be herself without the pressure of expectation. She’d never allowed herself to see him in any other light, at least not until recently. It started with little things like subtle shifts in the way she perceived him.

A lingering glance, a flutter of something in her chest when he was near, but she dismissed it quickly, unsure of what to make of it. After all, Dwayne was her best friend, her rock, and her constant.

Yet, as time passed, the lines between friendship and something more began to blur. She caught herself wondering what it would be like if they could be more than friends, but the thought terrified her. What if it ruined everything? What if their connection was too special to risk with anything romantic? What if the love they shared was better left as an unspoken truth, a bond that couldn’t be labeled or confined by the rules of dating?

It wasn’t long before Snow began to realize that maybe, just maybe, Dwayne wasn’t just her best friend. Maybe he was the love of her life. But still, doubts lingered. How could they go from being so comfortable with each other to something more? Could she risk everything for the chance of something deeper, something more complicated?

It was a late Thursday afternoon when Autumn walked into Snow’s house to find the two of them, as usual, tangled together on the couch. Dwayne was lounging lazily, half-heartedly flipping through channels on the television while Snow sat on top of him, feeding him popcorn as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Rocca, Snow’s tiny, snoozing poodle, lay curled up in a little ball on the floor, blissfully unaware of the tension that had begun to simmer between Dwayne and Snow.

Autumn, who had always found the pair’s closeness endearing, couldn’t help but chuckle as she entered. “You two are sickly adorable,” she said with a grin.

“Hi,” Dwayne and Snow said in perfect unison, their voices blending in a way that made it clear how in sync they were.

Autumn waved it off, sitting on the couch across from them. “That’s cool—stay cuddled up.” She didn’t miss the way Dwayne tightened his arm around Snow’s waist, as if protecting her from the world. It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed the subtle changes in their dynamic, the way Dwayne’s affection for Snow had evolved from friendly to something deeper, more possessive. Autumn didn’t say anything about it, though. She wasn’t sure what to make of it herself.

Snow, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely comfortable with the shift in their relationship. She could feel Dwayne’s warmth through the layers of their clothing, his steady heartbeat beneath her ear, and the protective grip around her waist. It sent a thrill through her, and yet, it also made her feel vulnerable in a way she hadn’t expected. But she pushed those feelings down. There was no reason to overthink it. After all, they were just friends, weren’t they?

Autumn broke the silence. “So, I came here to ask you, my dear baby sister, to host this luncheon for me.”

Snow buried her face in Dwayne’s chest, trying to hide her annoyance. “Come on, Snow, it’s for women’s empowerment,” Autumn coaxed, her tone teasing. “You can’t say no to that.”

Snow rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Dwayne chuckled softly, rubbing his hand up and down her back in soothing circles. His touch was gentle, almost too tender for a friendship, but Snow ignored the stirring feelings. She didn’t have time for that right now. She had to focus on what Autumn was asking.

“Alright, alright,” Snow said with a sigh, looking up at Dwayne. “I’ll do it. I’ll host your luncheon.”

The short amount of time leading up to the event was filled with a whirlwind of preparations. Snow worked tirelessly to make sure everything was perfect for Autumn’s International Women's Day luncheon. She’d carefully planned the decor, the menu, and the guest list. It wasn’t just a small gathering; this was an event that represented everything that Snow believed in, empowerment, equality, and women’s rights. She wanted it to be meaningful, not just a gathering of familiar faces, but a chance for women of all walks of life to come together and celebrate.

Despite the enormity of the task, Dwayne was there every step of the way, helping her with whatever she needed. Whether it was picking up extra decorations or just offering a word of encouragement when the stress started to pile up, he was always there. Snow appreciated it, but there was something about the way he was so attentive, so willing to help without hesitation, that made her heart race in a way she couldn’t ignore. She often caught herself wondering what it would be like to have him by her side in a way that was more than just a best friend.

When the day of the luncheon finally arrived, Snow felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her home had been transformed into an elegant venue, with flower-adorned tables, candles flickering in the soft light, and a bespoke cocktail menu that made the event feel like a true celebration. Guests began arriving, women from all walks of life, some famous, some not, but all-powerful in their own right. Snow had invited Galina, Patricia, Maryse, Nicole, Brie, Trinity, Bianca, Pamela, Savelina, Ata, and Simone, along with some of the most influential women Snow knew. Even Dwayne’s exes, Dany and Lauren, were in attendance.

Despite the high-profile nature of the luncheon, Snow was most focused on the women gathered and the message of empowerment she hoped to convey. She gave a stirring speech about the importance of equality and the fight for women’s rights, her voice steady and passionate as she spoke from the heart. The room fell silent as she shared her own experiences, touching on the struggles that women face daily and the progress that still needed to be made. The energy in the room was discernible, and Snow couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in what she had created.

But as the luncheon went on, Snow couldn’t help but notice the nagging emptiness inside her. She was surrounded by amazing women, but something was missing. It wasn’t until later in the day when the event started winding down, that the realization hit her. She had expected Dwayne to be there, by her side, offering support as he always did. He should have been there, sitting next to her, sharing in the success of the event. Instead, he had stayed away, respecting her space and letting her handle the day on her own.

As the final guests filtered out, Snow stepped outside for some fresh air. She needed a moment alone to process everything that had happened. Just as she leaned against the railing, Dwayne’s voice broke through her thoughts.

“Ready to go home?” he asked, the familiar warmth in his voice.

Snow turned to face him, her chest tightening at the sight of him. She had known this moment would come, but now that it was here, she didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she said, trying to steady her breathing.

As they made their way to his car, Snow felt a knot in her stomach. There was something she needed to say, something she had been holding back for far too long. She hesitated before speaking, unsure of how to put the feelings into words.

“Dwayne…” Snow began, her voice shaking slightly.

He looked over at her, concern evident in his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“I think... I think I may be in love with you,” Snow said, her heart racing as the words left her lips.

For a moment, Dwayne didn’t say anything. He simply looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise, as if the revelation had caught him off guard.

“You think?” he repeated softly, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and something else, something deeper.

Snow looked down, her face turning red. “I do,” she whispered. “I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I can’t anymore. I think... I think I’ve been in love with you for a while.”

Dwayne’s heart skipped a beat as he stepped closer to her. The realization, so simple yet so profound, flooded him with a wave of emotions. He gently cupped her face, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

“I love you, Snow,” he said quietly, his voice filled with the tenderness he had kept hidden for so long. “I’ve always loved you.”

At that moment, with the weight of their shared confession hanging in the air, they both knew that everything between them had changed. They were no longer just best friends. They were something more.

Masterlist | Chapter Two

[samantha80ssuperstar]

All About Me!!!

Hey guys!!! My name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sam or Sammy For short. & I have a lot of interests & Fun things I love to do. I love making Art, seeing the creation that comes from my heart, I love Dancing because it's my Passion, Sing ofc because that's what I Wanna do for the Future.

My Favorite Shows I like to Watch:

Adventure Time

Steven Universe/Steven Universe: The Movie

Regular Show

Powerpuff Girls

Courage The Cowardly Dog

Dexter's Laboratory

Total Drama

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

Spongebob Squarepants

Invader Zim

Sanjay & Craig

Hazbin Hotel

Rick & Morty

Helluva Boss

Full House/ Fuller House

Jersey Shore

Family Matters

Everybody Hates Chris

The Amazing World Of Gumball

Teen Titans/ Teen Titans Go

Uncle Grandpa

Clarence

Stranger Things

What We Do In The Shadows

Victorious

That's So Raven

Sam & Cat

Sailor Moon

Dragon Ball Z

Spy X Family

Demon Slayer

Powerpuff Girls Z

My Hero Academia

Care Bears

Rainbow Brite

Reading Rainbow

Smurfs

Tom & Jerry (The Original Series)

Looney Tunes (The Original Series)

The Flintstones

Scooby Doo: Where Are You?

The Jetsons

Yogi Bear

Favorite Movies I Love Watching:

Wicked (2024)

Sonic The Hedgehog 1,2,3 (2020 ,2022, 2024)

M3GAN (2023)

Shrek 1, 2, 3, 4 (2001, 2004, 2007, 2010)

Puss In Boots (2012) Puss In Boots: The Last Wish (2022)

Madagascar (2005), Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa (2008) Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted (2012)

Legend (1985)

Big Trouble In Little China (1986)

Mannequin (1987)

Back To The Future (1985)

Flahsdance (1983)

Dirty Dancing (1987)

Mommie Dearest (1981)

Home Alone, Home Alone 2: Lost In New York (1990, 1992)

The Breakfast Cub (1985)

Pretty In Pink (1986)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)

The Goonies (1985)

Ladyhawke (1986)

Stephen Kings IT (1990)

IT (2017) IT: Chapter II (2019)

Child's Play 1, 2, 3, 4 (1988, 1990, 1991, 1998)

Nightmare On Elm Street 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (1984, 1985, 1987, 1988, 1989, 1991, 1994)

SCREAM 1,2,3,4,5,6 (1996, 1997, 2000, 2011, 2022, 2023)

The Last Dragon (1985)

The Karate Kid 1, 2, 3, 5 (1984, 1986, 1989, 2010)

How The Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)

The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring, The Two Towers, The Return Of The King (2001, 2002, 2003)

I, Robot (2004)

The Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl

Maleficent (2014)

Honey, I Shrunk The Kids!!! (1989)

Things I Like To Do:

Drawing some Art

Listening to some 80s Freestyle, Hip-Hop, Bollywood, Rock, Reggaethon , Salsa, Brazilian Music

Hanging out with my Buddies Online

Dancing to Just Dance Videos or TikTok Videos

Going Out to Dinner or Special Places like Carowinds, Myrtle Beach

Having Movie Nights With My Mom

My Favorite Apps I Like Being On:

YouTube

TikTok

Discord

Tumblr

Favorite Foods:

Pizza

PB N J Sandwich

Spaghetti & Meatballs

Meatloaf

Macaroni & Cheese

Chicken & Nuggets & French Fries

Burger (With No Cheese)

Steak & Mash Potatoes

Chicken & Rice

Chocolate Cake

Chocolate Chip Cookies

Oreos

Chocolate Muffins

KitKats

M&Ms

Hershey's Milk Chocolate

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

Chocolate Ice Cream

Favorite Singers/Rappers/Groups/Bands:

Michael Jackson

Madonna

Lionel Richie

Whitney Houston

George Michael

Lady Gaga

Rihanna

Ice Spice

Megan Thee Stallion

Gorillaz

Franz Ferdinand

Katy Perry

P!NK

Olivia Rodrigo

Taylor Swift

Bruno Mars

SZA

Adele

Ariana Grande

Cynthia Erivo

Billie Eilish

Brandy & Monica

TLC

Cyndi Lauper

Gloria Estefan

Laura Branigan

Missy Elliot

XXXtentacion

Post Malone

My Old Post Is @80ssuperstar Check It Out!!

My YouTube Page:

Here's a little of some Face Reveals: (P.S. Yes I made a Sonic The Hedgehog Drawing!)

For: @sugar-miss1 @franmxm16, @nicomxm23, @isrrael120, @siinhorhy, @nightmarereverie, @camilitamaellard, @pinkcandycatmakesart, @apollothedeity, @anifaz, @gootie, @orchestralauthor, @kiko2032, @tuxedocatfamily, @marcanimation, @charly235, @loudlyhappycupcake, @untitled14360, @sleepi-toasti, @br333, @nwn222, @moonlighteclipse17, @groovyathletefestivalegg, @cleislaspiderbat, @cariondrawing

[theangryfeministwriter]

If you are voting because of the economy and wanting to put a “business man” in the White House- please remember….

Donald Trump is a failed businessman. He has 6 bankruptcies- Trump Taj Mahal (1991), Trump Plaza and Casino (1992), Plaza Hotel (2006), Trump Castle Hotel and Casino (1992), Trump Hotels and Casino Resorts (2004), and Trump Entertainment Resorts (2006).

Donald Trump has plenty of other failed business ventures. Trump Shuttle Inc, launched in 1989 and defaulted on its loans in 1990 and ceased to exist by 1992. Trump University, founded in 2005, faced multiple lawsuits and investigations and ultimately ceased operations in 2011. Trump Vodka was introduced in 2005 but closed by 2011. Other failed ventures include Trump Mortgage, LLC, (started in 2006, ended in 2007), GoTrump.com (started in 2006, ended in 2007), and Trump Steaks- which discontinued sales only two months after it’s launch.

If you’re worried about the economy- we are currently under Trump’s Tax Code- passed in 2017 and is to be discontinued in 2025. His tax breaks for the upper 1% have failed to produce the promised outcomes- and instead have resulted in extreme economic hardship for the low and middle class, while the extremely wealthy have only gotten richer.

I am genuinely curious- what then, is the appeal of Donald Trump? What has he actually done that has made American’s lives better?

Kamala Harris has described actual policy changes- like expanding the child tax credit program, making legislation to end price gouging, and offering funding for first time home buyers. Donald Trump’s “business man” approach and failed tax code have done nothing but hurt the middle class and expand the national debt.

Why do you continue to defend him when your sole purpose of voting for him is the economy- that he has clearly failed at fixing?

[eugenedebs1920]

When a company decides they want to take their business venture forward and have it publicly traded, the Securities and Exchange commission (SEC) mandates the heads or owner of the company file a S-4 registration statement. This gives possible investors a background on the owners of the stock in questions past business dealings. Did they exceed expectations for growth in their previous companies? Was there any litigation or leans? What were the profit margins? This enables investors to make an educated and thoughtful decision before investing.

Since the 80’s it has been Trump’s priority to portray wealth. The golden decor, the foreign model wife, huge 747s with his name plastered on them, his name plastered on buildings, hotels and skyscrapers worldwide. This giving the illusion of success. What’s lesser known is often the buildings that bare his name do not belong to him nor are they financially affiliated with him. Some are. Some are just a marketing stunt that the name, Trump, brings luxury to, or used to, mind.

When the idea of making Truth Social a publicly traded company was introduced it was mandated that a S-4 registration statement be made public before the SPAC, Digital World Acquisition Corp could move forward with the merger of Truth Social and Technology Group Corp. it reads as follows.

Entities associated with President Trump have filed for bankruptcy protection. The Trump Taj Mahal, which was built and owned by President Trump, filed for chapter 11 bankruptcy in 1991. The Trump plaza, the Trump Castle, The Plaza Hotel, all owned by President Trump at the time, filed for chapter 11 bankruptcy in 1992. THCR, which was founded by President Trump in 1995, filed for chapter 11 bankruptcy in 2004. Trump Entertainment Resorts, Inc, the new name given to Trump Hotels and Casino Resort after its 2004 bankruptcy, declared bankruptcy in 2009. While all the forgoing were different businesses than TMTG, there can be no guarantee that TMTG’s performance will exceed the performance of those entities.

It continues,

Trump Shuttle, Inc, launched by president Trump in 1989, defaulted on its loans in 1990 and ceased to exist by 1992. Trump University, founded by President Trump in 2005, ceased operations in 2011 amid lawsuits and investigations regarding the company’s business practices. Trump vodka, a brand of vodka produced by Drinks Americas under license from the Trump Organization, was introduced in 2005 and discontinued in 2011. Trump Mortgage,LLC a financial services company founded by President Trump in 2006, ceased operations in 2007. GoTrump.com, a travel site founded by President Trump in 2006, ceased operations in 2007. Trump Steaks, a brand of steak and other meats founded by President Trump in 2007, discontinued sales two months after its launch. While all these businesses were in different industries than TMTG, there can be no guarantee that TMTG’s performance will exceed the performance of these entities.

I couldn’t have said it better myself. It’s all a lie. An illusion. Smoke and mirrors. The fortune Trump’s father left to him, Trump squandered quicker than he could recover, leading to a lifetime of shady deals, loans from foreign banks, failed get rich schemes and grifting.

Oh my the grift is strong in that one. From digital trading cards, NFT’s, ugly sneakers, bobble head dolls, $100k watches, madeIn china, sold from a strip mall in Wyoming, there’s ornaments, a $60 Bible, also made in china for $4, where the gold edged pages stick together, heck! He’ll even sell you a piece of the suit he was wearing when he was shot at in PA.

Another financial stronghold of Trump is to simply screw over people. Whether it’s not paying contractors who worked on his properties, not paying employees at his hotels, confiscating their tips as well, suing models who worked at his agencies for defamation, a charity, The Trump Foundation, was found guilty of fraud, stealing from those in need to line his pockets, or trying to cut out the very people who created his TMTG company in the first place. Trump doesn’t seem to care who he stiffs, as long as it benefits him.

The new and most lucrative venture is campaign donations. Whether it’s billionaire oligarchs who are buying favor, or little old Mr and Mrs MAGAdonia, Trump will happily take your money.

Lord knows he needs it. Between owning his rape victim 90 some million dollars and counting. The over half a billion dollars he scammed from New York he has to pay back. The hundreds of millions of dollars in lawyer fees. Not to mention upcoming cases and his lavish lifestyle. Things might get tight.

As you can see it’s a fake. A failed businessman who couldn’t just take the money his father left him and sit on an investment. He wanted fame. He wanted power.

After a lifetime of pursuing fame and power, a lifetime of fraud, cheating, grifting, ripping people off, and skirting the system has come back to haunt him. Accountability is knocking. Eventually it will kick in the door.

[kaurwreck]

one time, I became so visibly distressed while at a family event after stumbling on my older brothers surreptitiously splitting a bottle of cinnamon liqueur with my relapsed father in the pantry to cope with having both our mother and my sister-in-law's mother in the same room, which I only walked in on because I'd come to hide in the pantry and cope after my sister-in-law's grandfather asked how I knew the family (because she used to tell her friends and extended family that my brother only had the one sister (my younger sister) and was hoping I wasn't actually coming home that holiday and had, in fact, planned out the seating and dinner arrangements on the assumption I wouldn't), and my mother assured him he shouldn't feel strange about not knowing who I was because my sister-in-law likely didn't want to try and explain I was a lesbian, setting off my sister-in-law's parents in defense of her, at which point i left the room, that my eldest brother sent our dad and other brother outside with a blunt while he "talked me down." and then took me aside into the kitchen to reveal an even nicer bottle of cinnamon liqueur that he claimed to have been saving to surreptitiously split with me. and when I still looked miserable while sipping it, he told me to sit on the counter and wait. so I did, until his timer went off and he pulled out the meat he was roasting, which he covered with foil to rest but not before forking a little pile of caramelized onions onto a plate for me to eat with my hands. when I did and asked for more, he was so pleased with himself because he said he knew I'd like that considering my "freak" food preferences (by which he was referring to my preference for rare steak, which is not an odd preference to have), and then he continued to prep dinner while occasionally scooping more caramelized onions onto my little plate so that I was never without caramelized onions, and every time another family member would come in to ask when the food would be ready, he would say "watch this" and I would eat a little finger pinch of caramelized onions while the family member would obediently watch, perplexed at what they were supposed to be looking at before shuffling away uncertainly, until it was time to eat, at which point I had devoured all of the caramelized onions and we'd polished off most of the liqueur.

when he served the food and there weren't any onions with the roast, my mother expressed dismay because she'd been looking forward to them the most, and my eldest brother was genuinely taken aback. he sincerely didn't think anyone else would want to eat the caramelized onions. he was using the onions like they were bay leaves. I had realized this while he was feeding them to me, and I had intentionally eaten them all before dinner was served so that no one else else could have any. out of spite.

anyway, then we played white elephant/dirty santa, and my sister-in-law's grandfather was visibly disappointed that no one would "steal" the gift he'd opened, which was my contribution: a mass paperback copy of then quirky ex-vice president Joe Biden's 2007 biography, which a classmate at my college had couriered to me while I was running a Model United Nation's conference as a courting gift for reasons I could not tell you. the inexplicable story of which was part of the gift.

i really love caramelized onions; I would make them at home, but they wouldn't taste as good.

[eaglesnick]

“Appeasers believe that if you keep on throwing steaks to a tiger, the tiger will become a vegetarian.”  Heywood Broun

When the people of Britain voted for a Labour government under the campaign slogan of CHANGE they were being wilfully misled.  Little did they realise that what they were actually voting for was Tony Blaire and a return to Blairite right-wing policies.

Starmer appointed Jonathan Powell, former investment banker and Chief of Staff under Blaire, as his UK National Security Adviser in November 2024. Under Blaire, he gave advice on foreign policy and national security matters, and was a part the inner circle that took us into an illegal war with Iraq.

Liz Lloyd is Starmer’s Director of Policy Delivery and Innovation. She worked for Blaire as his Deputy Chief of Staff. Like Jonathan Powell, she also worked in high-level finance. Between 2007–2019 she worked for the London based bank, Standard Chartered, during which time this organisation faced fines for breaching anti-money laundering regulations in both America and in the UK.

Pat McFadden is the second most powerful man in the Starmer administration. He holds the post of Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster and Minister for Intergovernmental Relations, roles he assumed in July 2024. McFadden's responsibilities include overseeing Cabinet Office policy, national security, resilience, and civil contingencies. He worked closely with Tony Blaire during his time as Prime Minister, becoming his Political Secretary from 2002.

Alan Milburn, a former Heath Secretary under Blaire, is known for his connections to the private healthcare sector, and has been made a top health adviser to Starmer’s government. Milburn was openly critical of Jeremy Corbyn and his left-wing policies, describing Corbyn’s leadership of the party a “death wish".

One of the reasons Starmer’s administration has been marked by a lack of vision or bold initiatives is because rather than CHANGE, Starmer is following the Blairite “Third Way". This philosophy seeks to balance Labours traditional working class values with modern economic realities. All very well, but what this has meant in practice is that Labour governments under Blaire and Starmer have followed the Thatcherite doctrine of private sector involvement in public sector service provision and as we all know this simply does not work.

The privatised water companies have been paying out billions in share dividends, while polluting every single one of our rivers.  Water bills have just risen dramatically under Labour because we the public are expected to pay for the water company’s greed and incompetence.

Energy production is also privatised and UK consumers have some of the highest energy costs in Europe. The same is true of the railways. Run by private companies for profit, we have astronomical fares, over-crowding and poor reliability.

Starmer, like Blaire before him, prides himself on not being ideologically driven. Unfortunately, not having a vision, being bereft of an ultimate political goal leaves you buffeted by events beyond your control, not knowing how to react. All too often the “practical" thing to do, the expedient way of dealing with a problem, is to take the path of least resistance.

Consequently, we see Starmer and his government bending over backwards not to criticise Trump in case we upset him. We see Starmer meekly accept the 25% tariffs on steel and aluminium and the 10%  tariffs on the rest of UK goods because the easiest path to follow is one of meek surrender

Yesterday Parliament was recalled on a Saturday for only the 6th time since 1945. Trump's 25% tariff on steel and aluminium goods has spurred the demise of our steel industry. The country is facing the imminent threat of losing its independent virgin steel making capacity because Chinese owned “British Steel” wants to close the only two blast furnaces in the country capable of making virgin steel because they are no longer financially viable

If Starmer was ideologically driven by traditional Labour values he would of nationalised British Steel, thereby securing independent virgin steel making capacity in this country. Instead, yesterday's emergency meeting of Parliament only gives Starmer the power to “direct” the company's operations, ensure workers are paid, and secure raw materials to keep the furnaces running.

This is not change. This is the status quo. Boris Johnson sold British Steel to the Chinese in 2020, thereby following the Thatcherite belief that private ownership of UK essential assets and infrastructure is preferable to public ownership, even if this means “selling off the family silver" to overseas investors.

Starmer will not be able to appease Trump. He will not appease the Chinese. Yet despite describing current global political and economic affairs as a “new era" and acknowledging "the world is changing before us" he persists with the same old policies, epitomised by this headline from HuffPost:

“No. 10 Vows To' Keep Calm’ And Carry On after Trump Slaps 10% Tariffs On UK Imports” (04/02/25)

Needless to say Tony Blaire has approved Starmer’s inaction – Starmer hasn’t even spoken to Trump since the tariffs were imposed – saying it is not “in the U.K.’s best interest to retaliate”.

While much of the world fights back against Trump – Canada, China, the EU, Mexico, Turkey, India – by imposing tariffs of their own, Starmer passively accepts the American induced damage to our economy.

Lets hope that when Trump illegally invades Greenland Starmer finally discovers his spine.

[ezrasf]

+++The Mentor+++ Written on January 8, 1986 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike. I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike. +++The Mentor+++

I posted this on my office wall today in 2007. 18 years ago.

[replicantapologist]

thanks for the tag, @tremendouskoalachild!

3 Ships: cherik, harry august/vincent rankis, clintasha

first ever ship: i think it might have been neo/trinity

last song: чорне полум'я by ignea

last movie: sunshine (2007)

currently reading: a bunch of comics at the same time, really. which is likely the worst way of getting into comics to begin with, but I digress. more specifically, i'm focusing more on black widow (2010) (natasha <3). I'm also reading crisis on infinite earths some other dc stuff.

currently watching: jessica jones, sort of? I'm not really watching it, but it's the series i'll keep watching the moment i do watch anything.

currently consuming: tapioca with nutella

currently craving: rice and beans, salad and steak :D

tagging: @heavilycaffeinatedmuffin, @cowbutches, @mayuris-basement-dweller if you want to, and whoever else sees this and wants to :)

[weyounthevorta]

For @femalehumanoid, who prompted me to watch an indisputably atrocious movie in order to flesh out the dating profile for Sheriff Jimmy Fleck. May god have mercy on our souls.

Not explicit but maybe nsfw

Sheriff Jimmy (Brutal, 2007)

Hot or Not: Absolutely not. Well, maybe a little bit.

Pros: Has a befuddling amount of sex appeal for someone as infuriating as he is.

Cons: Selfish, apathetic, lazy, and sociopathic. He’s a lying, cheating, treacherous jackass. Once he lures you in he leaves you high and dry.

A relationship with him would be filled with empty promises, veiled threats, and the occasional burst of affection no matter what your romantic relationship to him is. Somehow he makes you crave for his attention but when you get it you walk away from the encounter unsatisfied. Maybe it’s his voice that draws you in. Maybe it’s his cologne or his winning smile. You don’t even know. All you know is, when you search your heart, you have no idea why you’re still chasing him for his attention. You can’t even remember when things switched over from him seductively chasing you to you chasing a dismissive him.

He has more of a drive to chase skirts than an actual sex drive. His stamina leaves something to be desired. If he manages to make you orgasm it’s not because he was making any real effort to. He puts all of his effort into getting you into bed. Once you’re there his work is done. And once you’ve been there, his interest in you quickly fades. A relationship with him will conclude in one of two ways. Being cheated on or being violently disposed of.

His idea of a good date would depend on what side of the fence you sat on. If you were his wife, he’d treat you to a night of steaks, dancing, and dessert at your favorite roadhouse. He’d take you home and half-drunkenly carry you over the threshold like he did when you were his bride, straight to the bedroom where he’d make clumsy love to you before passing out.

If you were his side piece, he’d head in a more romantic direction, although it can’t help but come across as a trifle seedy. He’d take you a town or two over to a restaurant a notch above his budget, to a place he’s not likely to see anyone he knows. He’ll wine you and dine you, lavish you with new trinkets and nuzzles to your neck, then conclude the evening with a sweaty romp in a motel. It’s the thrill of potentially getting caught as well as the satisfaction of not being spotted that makes this his ideal date.

[neptunedestiny]

Gonggong (2007 OR10)

Gonggong is incredibly smart and knows every single detail about everything. Eris tapes her mouth whenever she speaks too much than what is actually needed, and sometimes mocks her for being too smart. 

Gender : Female Species : Planet Candidate Age : 7 Birthday : July 28 Birthplace : Miracle Island Heights : 75 cm Weights : N/A Body : Beige Eyes : Green Attire : Yellow tropical muumuu, Yellow beach sandals Alignment : Good Favorite food : Steak Likes : Education, Novel, Books, Being smart, Studying, Her friends, Library, Working, Magnifying glass, History, Being graceful Dislikes : Feeling unappreciated, Her friends doing anything foolish, Being laughed at, Leaving her friends behind Ability Type : All-Around

[rainbowxocs]

TW: Mentions of religious trauma and child abuse.

Notes by me. Unfortunately.

Name: Michael Elizabeth Ansley.

My parents thought I was going to be a girl- So they had to change my name at the last minute.

Alt Name: Michael Morningstar. Barf-

Special Titles: Crown Prince of Hell, Michael Morningstar. Also Barf. Dr. Michael Ansley, False God, Narrator, Yin, The Abyss, Chaos.

Old Titles: “M”, “God”, “Lord of Darkness”. ALSO Barf-

Username: theliteralantichrist

Nicknames: Mikey, “Emo Boy”, Hero.

Chronological Age: 13.7 Billion.

Vessel Age: 27.

Age: 27.

Pronouns: He/They/Rot.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Gender: Nonbinary, Gendervoid, HolyGoric. I would describe my gender as a rotting corpse to be honest-

Species: Hybrid (Antichrist, Lostkin)

Disorders: Panic Disorder, CPTSD, Autism, Insomnia, Bipolar 2, ASPD, Anorexia, Checking OCD, Suicide Ideation.

Physical Disabilities: Blind, Chronic Pain.

Recovering Addictions: LSD, Alcohol, Mushrooms, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vape).

Religion: Atheist. Religions are scams, which I of all people should know-

Job: Guardian of the Multiverse.

Current Major: Pediatrics.

Degrees: Psychology Degree.

Lives in: WV, America, 2035. Country roads.. take me home..

Languages: English.

Height: 4’9” >:( (Usually is about 5’4” WITH MY PLATFORMS!!!)

Race: White.

Ethnicity: Demonic.

Accent: Soft, Southern.

Monster Form: Sharp Claws, Sharp Teeth, Boney Elongated Form, Big Horns, Animalistic.

I don’t like this form..

Voice Claim: Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy

Powers: Time Travel, Teleporting, Telekinesis, Fire Manipulation, Flight, Summoning, Sucking Life Force/Souls, Hypnosis, Possession, Strings, Necromancy, Omens, Shapeshifting, Mass Destruction.

If I wasn’t lazy I could probably take over the world.

Weaknesses: Basic Demonic Weaknesses. Needs a constant supply of food or else his magic grows weaker.

Weapons: Knives, Scissors.

Strings Form: Pink Spiderweb.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Text Color: Pink, Red when Upset.

Main Animal: Dog, Spider.

Main Hobbies: Sewing, Video Games, Fashion/Dressing Up, Crafting, Knitting, Needlefelting, Crochet.

I like doing things hands on.. It gives me something to do.

Diet: Carnivorous, Raw Diet.

Whether I eat meat or raw meat is a different story- Strawberries are really tasty.

Favorite Drink: Strawberry Shortcake Coffee, Strawberry Chocolate Tea, Hwache, Strawberry Boba, Strawberry Monster Energy.

Favorite Fruit: Watermelon.

Favorite Meal: Pork Brains, Steak Tartar, Gumbo, Sashimi, Spaghetti, Katsudon, Dinosaur Nuggets and Fries, Pancakes, Fruit Sandwiches, Sago Soup.

Favorite Candy: White Chocolate, Gummy Worms, Salt Water Taffy, Konpieto.

Favorite Dessert: Strawberry Shortcake, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Gingerbread Cookies, Strawberry Icecream, Dirt Cake, Pavlova.

Favorite Flower: Pink Forget Me Nots.

Scent: Rose Cologne, Barbie Detangler.

Why do you need to know this about me-

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Black, Sometimes Red.

Soul Color: Soulless.

Birthday: December 25th 2007 (Capricorn)

My birthday is… kind of ironic…

Theme:

Battle Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Wrote his very own Bible for his religion, has a stuffed animal collection, Has a magical girl collection.

Special Interests: Stardew, Minecraft, Slime Rancher, Animal Crossing, Pokémon, Coraline, Moomin Valley, Strawberry Shortcake, Fairy Princess Minky Momo. :)

Stims: Handflapping, Mouse Cheese, Sensory Cube, Pink Tangle, Pop it Game.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Comfort Objects: Cow Pillow Pets, Pokémon plushies, Killer (Teddy Bear), Gloomy Bear.

My Pokémon Team!:

In Games:

Animal Crossing:

Stardew Valley:

(Credit to this portrait maker)

Minecraft Skin: LINK

Family:

Lucifer Morningstar, Elijah Morningstar. (Fathers.) ……

Lilith Morningstar. (Stepmother)

Raven Ansley. (Mother.) :)

Ezequiel Ansley. (Stepfather)

Melanie Ansley (Aunt) …….

Lucy Ferr, Sin Morningstar. (Half Siblings.)

Alexander Leverett. (Adoptive Brother)

Immanuel Ansley. (Adoptive Sibling.) (Strained)

Sam Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.) (Strained)

Micah Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.) (Strained)

Friends: …..

Romance: Louis (Partner.)

Pets:

Danger (Tarantula)

Princess (Skeleton Cat)

Brief Personality: Michael is an enigma, He is rarely seen around, but when he is he is.. to put it politely being a sarcastic twat. He makes himself seem a lot more dangerous then he actually is. In reality, he is tired.. For his entire life he has had to run, to lie, to do anything just to survive and now he just wants to be left alone. He doesn't want to be a main character anymore. So what better way to get people to leave him alone then to push them away? His kindness however, keeps accidentally slipping out.

Brief Backstory:

Michael woke up in a human body. He was born out of a prophecy. The antichrist would be born and destroy the heavens and the earth, leaving only hell in his wake. However, for now he was a human baby, being raised by his mother and father.

Michael's parents knew something was off with him from the beginning, when he would cry or throw tantrums things would levitate, he would turn water into darkness and birds would die around him. However, his mother still loved him.

She didn't care that he was an occult, or had abilities she didn't understand, she treated him like a normal child. Even when the church of their town claimed that Michael was a bad omen, she kept by her son, no matter what.

However, the powers at be did not like how Michael was being raised. They thought because he was being shown love and care, that he wouldn't fulfill the prophecy, so they burned the house that his parents lived in down. The entire town blamed Michael for his parents death, it solidifying that Michael was a bad omen in their minds.

His aunt was eventually given custody of him. She did not particularly care about Michael, she was just his next of kin, she would leave him to his own devices, having to take care of himself. A part of him didn't mind this as he thought it would mean he couldn't hurt anyone else. He felt the judging eyes of everyone on him. No matter how good of a kid he was, he felt destined to be evil. It felt like the omens were getting worse and worse as he got older and older.

The church his family attended eventually held an exorcism for Michael. They told him that they couldn't ignore the bad omens coming from him any longer. Michael began to plead and say that it wasn't his fault. He wanted to be a normal kid, he didn't know why all of this was happening.

The church members grabbed him and pulled him into the baptistery and forced him under the water, waterboarding him over and over again to try and get the "devil" out of him. Michael tried to fight back and scream but it was no use, they wouldn't stop. The water began to turn black and they all began to force him down harder.

The water kept filling his lungs, it felt like he was drowning, and in a surge of emotion he used his magic to push everyone off of him, the church members began to attack Michael, claiming that he was a demon who needed to be killed. They gauged out his eyes and stabbed him, throwing him back into the dark water which slowly turned blood red.

He didn't die, however. He rose up from the water and killed everyone inside the church in an instant. After he realized what he had done, he fled. He ran into the woods until his legs couldn't carry him anymore and shakily collapsed.

As he stared at the ground beneath him, rain pouring down onto him. He decided from that point forward if everyone thought he was evil, he would just become an even worse monster than they once feared.

Michael's new found magic came with a cost, he was starving. There was not enough food in the world that could satisfy it besides raw meat. So he decides to create a faux religious organization called Acensionism. Michael claimed with this magic he was the next coming of God, and that in order to "ascend" his followers would have to "leave behind their mortal bodies." Of course he didn't LEAD with that, but his strategy worked. Members flocked to him like a moth to a flame.

For many years he would only go by "M", and he would go around and collect his next meal in the form of his cult members. However, Michael soon set his sights on something even bigger than him. With his new found magic he was able to see other timelines, other worlds.

He decided that he was going to be the most powerful being alive, and he began to stalk and attempt to take over other stories. However, this backfired on him when he met Alexander Leverett. Alexander was kind.

Too kind, Michael thought.. and awfully familiar to him.. Alexander welcomed him into his home with open arms, and it felt nice.. Michael was finally surrounded with people who didn't see him as a monster, and instead just a friend.

Alex was eventually able to convince Mikey to stop the cult all together, and to work with him in order to use his powers to protect the world, not to destroy it. and Michael agreed. Now the two of them work together, just like Yin and Yang.

[mwseo]

(2007) Steak - sub

(2010) Rubber - sub

(2012) Wrong - sub

(2013) Wrong Cops - sub

(2014) Reality - sub

(2018) Au Poste! - sub

(2019) Le daim - sub

(2020) Mandibules - sub

(2022) Incroyable mais vrai - sub

(2022) Fumer fait tousser - sub

(2023) Yannick

[theangryfeministwriter]

All of Trump’s Failed Business Ventures

Donald Trump has declared bankruptcy 6 separate times

Trump Taj Mahal (1991)

Trump Plaza (1992)

Trump Castle (1992)

Trump Hotels and Casino Resorts (2004)

Trump Entertainment Resorts (new name given to Trump Hotels and Casino Resorts) (2009)

Other Failed Business Ventures

Trump Shuttle Inc (started in 1998, defaulted on its loans in 1990, ceased to exist by 1992)

Trump University (started in 2005, ceased to exist after lawsuits and investigations in 2011)

Trump Vodka (started in 2005, discontinued in 2011)

Trump Mortgage LLC (started in 2006, ceased operations in 2007)

GoTrump.Com (started in 2006, ceased operations in 2007)

Trump Steaks (started in 2007, ended sales two months later)

Trump Airlines (failed after two years, defaulted on its loans in 1992)

Trump Ice Natural Spring Water (discontinued in 2010)

Trump Game (released in 1989, sold only 800,000 out of an expected 2 million)

Trump Magazines (discontinued after several different iterations from 1997-2009)

Trump Fragrances (all discontinued)

If you’re voting for him because he’s a “successful businessman” what did he actually succeed at?

updated to include more of Trump’s failures