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This is it women, if you don’t get out to vote for Democrats you lose everything.
#abortion ban#never trump#traitor trump#republican assholes#crooked donald#reproductive rights#reproductive justice#VOTE BLUE#VOTE BIDEN/HARRIS#VOTE BLUE DOWN THE TICKET
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RepubliKKKlans are a numerical minority and can only win by suppressing minority votes, encouraging Dems not to vote, or encouraging Dems to vote 3rd party.
Republican cultists will always turn out in force and vote as a solid block no matter who their candidate is
We can only win if you turn out and vote blue from Biden/Harris down to every last Democrat on the ballot.
#republican assholes#traitor trump#crooked donald#traitor#resist#Republicans win when Dems don’t vote#vote blue#vote Biden/Harris#Democrats deliver#vote blue down the ticket
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White supremacist voted out of office in Oklahoma. If it can happen there, it can happen anywhere.
#oklahoma#vote blue#vote democrat#democrats#vote blue to save democracy#vote biden#vote blue 2024#democracy#social democracy#democratic socialism#democrats now socialism later#vote blue to save america#vote democratic#vote blue all the way down the ticket
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Something that gets me is not folks who are refusing to vote: I don’t agree with them BUT I understand the moral pain and can be empathic to that. I also understand people threatening not to try to convince policy changes. But there’s also a crowd that’s like “if you vote, you’re a piece of shit” and like, guys, im not gonna chase you down to vote but i will spend one day doing a small task to try to prevent as much death as possible.
See, maybe it is just because I am An Old and didn't come of age in the whole leftist social media "voting is at best morally neutral and at worst actively evil" Discourse TM that predominates today, but I just... don't sympathize at all with this "oh no it hurts my tender fee-fees to pick a flawed candidate in a flawed system" thing. I voted for the first time as a freshman in college in 2006. I registered when I turned 18, I walked to the polling place a couple blocks from my dorm, and I felt really excited to do it. I didn't come from a particularly active political household, though George W. Bush-bashing was a popular sport and my parents, once conservative Christian Reagan voters (ugh) were consistently voting for Democrats in the presidential race no later than 2000 or so, but are still technically unaffiliated. It was just because I had taken it in that voting was a good thing to do and part of becoming a responsible adult, so I did.
Since then, I have done two things I am proud of, which is a) never voted for any Republican ever anywhere (straight blue tickets for... almost 20 years CHRIST I AM OLD), and b) only missed one or at most two elections in that time (and certainly no presidential or major midterms). This included voting from overseas in two presidential elections (2008, 2016), voting by mail in others, changing my voter registration across multiple moves/states and to places where it would be more electorally useful, and otherwise making a conscious effort to keep it current and to use it every time. As I said, I don't know if this is because I'm old and therefore my perceptions were not shaped by this constant social media need to caveat and excuse and apologize for voting, or having to argue everyone really hard into doing it, but it is just not a moral burden for me. Voting is good. Voting is always preferable to the alternative. Voting is not something that needs to be extensively disclaimed. Just do it, you fuckers. Get off my lawn.
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Republicans are batshit crazy and dumb as a bag of rocks to boot. The only way to end this madness is to vote blue all the way down the ticket. Get out the word. No matter what reservations you may have about any single issue it’s guaranteed that the Republikkkans will be worse.
#conspiracy theory#republican assholes#traitor trump#Taylor Swift#republican family values#republican values#resist#traitor#crooked donald#faux news#republican hypocrisy
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let’s be tourists
My first published story here
prompt: tourist!mason x local!female-reader
mason mount and his girlfriend take a quick vacation to New York during his break. mason enjoys visiting his lover’s city.
word count: 461
warnings: minor grammar issues.
all pictures used are not owned by me <3
—> 8 am
“mason, it’s been years since i’ve been here.” you looked over at JFK in shock at the changes.
he looked at you with so much love. your face was piercing with excitement.
“funny how i’ve never visited sooner with how much you talked about it,” he laughed softly while trying to navigate his way to baggage claim. he squeezed your hand tightly in hopes of you trying not to get carried away by the upgraded airport.
“what should we even do today. i know we’re here for two weeks but there’s so much you can do in this city.” you tried to process everything that was happening at once. you passed by the gate that was the last thing you saw before leaving for england.
“check-in to our hotel is an hour, but we’ll get there on time if we take an uber after we get our bags. maybe after we can go into times square. i was also looking at tickets to the empire state building.” mason was busy looking around to find your bags, but he didn’t realize you were looking at him in pure disgust.
“mason, we’re in new york city. there is a lot of activities instead of tourist attractions,” you sighed at his decisions. “if you did want to go to times square, we could go at night. i just want to take our first day easy.”
“this is where concrete dreams are made of, no? i’m just referencing how you were when first moving into fulham. doesn’t hurt to be a tourist.” he slowly bent down to grab your light blue suitcase.
“no, it doesn’t hurt. i was thinking of breakfast right now. it’s only 8 am and i want to grab bagels before the streets are fully awake.” he nodded in agreement since the airline food wasn’t as enjoyable then expected.
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-> 3 pm
“i wanna go to the Louis Vuitton store,” mason slowly told you while walking towards the entrance of the famous fifth avenue.
“i don’t think the store will compare to the one on bond street though. more exclusive and have a greater selection." you replied to him while admiring st patrick’s cathedral.
“says the one who won’t stop talking about this city,” he laughed while trying to fix his sunglasses with one hand, the other occupied with your fingers being intertwined. “i vote that we go to times square after your daily shopping. i would love some pictures of you on my instagram.” he shrugged slightly.
you looked down, shy at the fact he wanted to show you off. “looks like london boy knows a way to my heart. i don't mind going. i really wanna go to the line friends store."
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masonmount added to his story
#mason mount#mason x reader#mason mount x reader#mason mount x you#mason mount imagine#mason mount fanfic#mason mount x y/n#football imagine#football x reader#mason mount instagram au#Spotify
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all news from the anniversary stream
streamed on april 6th for about 2 hours and 30 minutes
character related
liferings voice is the lowest adam does, he does a low voice and speeds it up by 15-20%
around episode 11 of s2, they also tried to do voice modifiers on knife, but it didnt work out
4s was also pitched down a little in s1. (around e8)
past contestants are most likely going to show up
when they made the cast, they wanted everyone to stick around originally. they then made blueberry to be the first to go
even then they brought him back because they liked his character too
s1 debuters will come back
bot might be seen as an event planner for the library, and also writing some books for the library
when they write something that isnt resolved (like cabbys parents) theyll be resolved in a future episode
they wanted soap to go farther into season 2
testtubes favorite color is blue
testtube is not lactose intolerant
dough is inspired by a character from glee
paper is a warrior cats fan
event news
june 29th is the first day of the tour
the taco plush will be sold at the tour
subtitles will be on ALL the screenings
the vip tickets are completely sold out
e15 / 16 related
episode fifteen will stay the same style wise
the background behind the entire stream IS from e1
bow might return
trophy and knife will interact again
ep15 will come out shortly after its shown (i think this means after the first screening.. though there wasnt clairification)
i think??? theres going to be one musical number with no ambience in the back OR they meant that the episode wouldnt have any music (i couldnt hear it that well)
somewhat implied that e15 will pick up from where taco teleported away
season three information
silver wasnt going to be originally in the final three, but they wanted to write more on him + he drove plot
cabby and balloon were pretty much always going to be final 3
cabby was also always planned to rejoin
blueberry was also pretty much planned to rejoin (then be eliminated again)
there was going to be a scene where cabby took a file on herself out of her top drawer
18 and 19 were written as one episode, but there was one part in the middle they could split it
if box didnt get sent out silver wouldve been voted out
walkie talkie is not sentient herself (shes a legitimate walkie talkie)
all scrapped characters mentioned: magnet, shades, umbrella, onion, and starfuit
misc
past plushies will restock
they might run a poll soon on the next plush
nickel and yinyang are payjay fans
some of the mini-series might come back
there is more meeple lore
// please tell me if anything is missing or inaccurate through my ask box!
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Drowning in the dark
"please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl"
reader: gender neutral
warnings: stalking mentions, possessive behaviour, obsession, manipulation, delusional yandere and etc. + slightly smut
・゜゜・┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °
You didn't expect things to end like this, to 'fall in love' with the owner of the mostro lounge, the second-year student that is famous for his perfectionism. Azul puts all his effort in his studies and work, the restaurant or the contracts, same contracts that made you fall in his strong grasp. You only needed some tips for the test of alchemy, knowing how good the man was in that subject you immediately thought of asking him among all people, voices about deals with the grey-haired man could be heard by those who were in dept with him. Too many people, some happy and others annoyed about it, still no one recommended to avoid such a chance.
You thought the same thing even though it was a big risk, plus after Floyd teased you so much about it you couldn't stop thinking of risking for once. What could ever happen? Azul was a serious man with his actions so undoubtedly it must have been secure to do such a thing, bizarre the fact that the teachers didn't find out of his 'secret' already. Without making Grim notice it you went to his office following the little ticket Jade gave you, the eels it seemed to know too much but it wasn't dangerous enough to let it stop you. They acted like that with everyone, teasing and annoying other students just for fun or for work, wasn't rare to find the moody one arguing with someone.
Once arrived to the restaurant you were greeted by the twins with a creepy smirk, taking you to the master of that beautiful place. The lounge was dark with many windows showing the sea, purplish walls and furniture with some light blue or pink lights. Truly wonderful, the view of the ocean was incredible too, most of the time jellyfishes were swimming in front of the windows.
・゜゜・ ⬇・゜゜・
・゜゜・_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
Jade knocked on the door of the vip room with that grin never leaving his face, after hearing the words 'come in' Floyd opened the door making you enter but blocking your way of freedom staying behind you. Azul was there sitting in his chair with his arms on the desk covering his mouth using the hands, he waited too much for you to finally come. Slowly his hands laid on the woody surface, a serious glaze on yours as you sat down uncomfortable for the presence of the eels. The grey haired man already knew what you needed, always catching useful informations and making plans, gladly delivered by his two best colleagues. Slightly raising his eyebrows as you confessed what you went for, he didn't say anything at first just picked a paper and started to write on it, after some seconds letting it slide in front of you with a pen.
"I can give you all the answers for the test but with a condition, you are going to work in the mostro lounge like Jade and Floyd for a week and half, don't make any damage or you'll get severely punished. Sign here and I'll make sure you get the best vote in alchemy" his voice was confident and hypnotic, his beautiful blue eyes staring in yours while his soft lips perfectly moved at every letter. You weren't sure about it, working in a restaurant so many days for a test? Your thoughts were interrupted by Jade that grabbed your shoulder tighting the grip, his voice calm but at the same time dangerously slow. "You already saw how many students were happy after making a contract with our 'boss', let us see your pretty signature." Not even the chance to answer that the other twin added his words too, looking at you as if he was going to bite you. "Come on shrimpy, don't be so hard to get or we'll have to squeeze you!~" sneered as you finally signed the paper, you didn't have a choice anymore and it was obvious, no way to run or to win.
Azul bit his glove trying not to laugh, the human that everyone talked about finished in his trap like anyone else, how desperate were people for a test? Enough to get theirself in such a trouble, he always felt superior whenever someone signed one of his contracts without even thinking about it. "It's a deal! I'll make sure to deliver you the answers once you come back to your dorm, have a nice day and good luck (y/n)" nodding you stood up saying goodbye as the eels accompanied you to the door, this time they didn't say anything and only waved at you while rapidly getting away from that place.
Your test got the highest score and everyone looked envious, how? Azul unfortunately and fortunately kept his word so you had to work for him, the eels making your days more and more difficult trying to get you punished but when you were reaching that point the dorm leader always walked towards you to chat, bizarre for the way he blushed or slightly stuttered while looking at every little move you did. When the contract was finally gone you didn't work anymore with those two devils, still you were attracted by Azul's office as if it was a magnetic. You don't know how you ended so physically with him, the way he teased you got to intense to ignore it, sticking your tongue in his mouth as you pulled his hair or biting his neck. The dorm leader never refused those actions, so desperate to receive it laying on the desk as if he was a snack, begging for more while pressing his thighs together to get more friction.
In the present you were effectively in his room, when a request came out of his trembling mouth "please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl." You didn't think twice and tighten the grip on his throat this time with your hands, a moan escaping his mouth as he was getting warmer, his right hand sliding in his pants without letting you notice it. A long night is ahead for you two, be careful to the dorm leader's voice before anyone finds out about this.
#yandere azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto#twst#twst writing#twisted wonderland#gn reader#gender neutral mc#gender neutral reader#scenario#tw stalking#tw possessiveness#tw obsessive thoughts#tw manipulation#slight smut
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Vinca (Or: Whumpee Wakes Up On A Train)
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Yesterday, I made a poll (here) that asked if I should write about an amnesiac whumpee waking up in either a lavender field, on a houseboat, or on a train.
The poll is supposed to last for a week, but I am not known for my self-restraint.
So....I just finished a drabble for the option that's been in the lead for a while now, "on a train." Oops lol. Forgive me. I have an idea for the houseboat option that I'm really excited about, though, so I'm going to write that next! I already started writing it actually but I'm trying to exercise self control
First part of the train whumpee scene below the cut :D Thanks to everyone who voted!!
CWs/themes: amnesiac female whumpee; confusion; vomiting from panic; I love trains but idk how they work so if there are any inaccuracies here, let's chalk it up to the whumpee's amnesia
When she looked up, there was fog and snow.
She blinked. The fog of her breath on a glass window pane dissipated, but the snow remained on rolling, bracken-filled hilltops that passed by before she could make out more than a first impression. Beneath her feet, the ground moved rhythmically, gently, clacking on something further below that made her feel warm inside.
A noise to her left moved her gaze from the window to see a lanky man in a Patagonia jacket walk by, grasping a metal pole that ran from the ceiling to the floor for balance as he passed. That must’ve helped with the rhythmic movement, she thought distractedly; it made sense. She turned her attention back to the window and frowned.
Where was this, again?
A sense of unease ran through her, and she tried to ignore it. She didn’t want to face it. She wanted to watch the hills roll by and think of nothing else, and if that failed, then she wanted to go back to her nap.
She couldn’t remember falling asleep.
I must’ve fallen asleep quickly, she told herself, and she focused on the hills. But that unwanted unease continued to grow until it wormed into her mind and made her wince. She had a hell of a headache, she realized. It seemed to throb every time she felt that unease.
No, it was better to ignore it.
“Excuse me. Ticket, please,” someone said.
She turned, expecting to see the man in the Patagonia. To her surprise, however, the person who had stopped by the seat in front of her was a plump middle-aged woman with a Polo shirt.
The seat – the train seat, she reminded herself; of course she was on a train, that made sense, she definitely wasn’t vaguely surprised -- wasn’t empty, as it turned out. The baseball-capped person sitting in the aisle seat raised their phone for the plump woman to scan with her own device.
She automatically looked down at her own pockets for her ticket, because if she was on a train, then surely she would have one – but she had nothing but her clothes on her. She lifted herself slightly to check the seats – velvet, dark green, pleasantly worn – just in case it had slipped through the cracks. But there was nothing.
The sight of her clothes sent that throbbing pain through her head again. She was wearing soft blue pajama pants, thin and almost as worn as the seats, and a gray sweatshirt with a logo she didn’t recognize. No shoes. No socks. No service, a part of her mind supplied, but she didn’t know where that came from or why she found it mildly funny.
She frowned. There were bandages around her legs, and her shoulder stiffened in pain when she bent down.
“’Morning, miss. Ticket, please.”
She looked up, nearly bumping her head on the arm rail as she did. The ticket checker stood with her weight shifted to one foot, eyes on her scanner and on autopilot. When she didn’t get an immediate response, she looks up. Her brow knit into a frown.
“Got your ticket?”
“Um –”
Her voice was raspy. She could go for a drink.
The ticket checker’s eyes were a lovely shade of blue, she thought as she watched them travel over her ill-clothed, unshod, bandaged form. Then they flicked back to her own and the woman said, “Honey, are you alright?”
“Oh, yes.” She nodded.
Suddenly, those eyes were more piercing than lovely. She shrank back in the seat.
“Where are you heading?” The woman asked, clearly forcing her voice to sound light.
She blinked. She…she didn’t really remember where she was going. But she must have some destination in mind; why would she board a train if she didn’t have a place to go?
“I…I don’t know,” she replied truthfully.
Her head pounded with renewed vigor, causing her to clamp her lips together to stifle a hiss of pain. Nothing felt right. Look at the hills, she told herself, but the woman standing in front of her commanded her full attention.
The woman in question gave her a strange look, but then she nodded. “Alright. That’s okay, honey. Can you wait here for me, please? I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks,” the woman in the seat answered, and it was as the ticket checker walked slowly back the way she’d come that it hit her.
I don’t know what’s going on.
She lurched forward, clamping a hand over her mouth as bile rose up her throat. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know where I came from. I don’t –
I don’t know my own name.
Her heart pounded and her head throbbed with a vengeance. The whole illusion of peaceful hills and comfortable velvet shattered around her. How could she find any comfort in them when she had no idea who she was? A terrified whimper pushed past the bile and forced its way through her lips and hand, and her stomach churned with it. The train’s moving pistons no longer felt rhythmic; they were nauseating. The cloudy sunlight streaming through the window was too bright, the train car was too cramped, the arm rest was confining, god, her head hurt –
“Who is this?” she said aloud, voice cracking. Who am I? Whose body have I found myself in, and can that person take control, please? She dug her fingernails into her skin, but the pain did little to clarify. She rifled through the pajama pants’ pockets for anything close to resembling identification, hell, she’d even take a gum wrapper or something, but all that came up was a torn-off piece of notebook paper that had clearly gone through the wash several times. She unfolded it with shaking hands.
A portion of its blurred ink was just sharp enough to spell one word out.
Vinca
Her blood rushed in her ears. Vinca? Is that where I am? Is that…who I am?
The bile in her throat rebelled and she barely held the paper out of the way before vomiting all over the floor just as the train slowed to a full stop. She was dimly aware of the passenger in front of her picking up their bags. Dimly aware of an announcement over the intercom. Dimly aware of her own hands shoving the piece of paper back in her pocket. Dimly aware of the woman from earlier entering the train car again, this time with another person. Dimly aware of the doors opening, of harsh light pouring in like water into a submerged cup –
Incredibly, sharply aware of a person carrying a dainty black umbrella and a dark suitcase walking through the doors.
Her world spun as her eyes fastened on the new passenger. Whoever they were, they hadn’t noticed her yet. She didn’t know who they were, but she did know that her heart was pounding in even more fear at the sight of them, adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and her brain was telling her to run run run get away don’t look back don’t let them see you I don’t want to go back in the dark please please RUN THIS TIME --
The person turned and caught her eye.
Everything moved in slow motion around her. The plump lady moving ever closer. The person’s eyes narrowing. The bile easing back down her throat. The dry umbrella closing with a thwip.
The doors beginning to close.
“Wait!” The ticket checker lady yelped, but she was already scrambling down the aisle, barefoot and bandaged, to make a leap for the doors. She made it just in time. She turned around to stare in horror as the doors clicked shut, the person’s hand unsuccessfully pushing at them, the woman pointing her out, and then… …and then the train started moving again, and Vinca (because that was the best she had to go on for a name, even if she had no way of telling if it felt right) was left gasping for air and standing on an unfamiliar station, clinging to the paper in her pocket like a drowning woman to a lifeline.
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If you thought Twitter was a cesspool before, watch what happens now that Elon owns it.
Good luck and best wishes to the many good folks who work at Twitter who have already been or are about to be fired by that psychopath.
Shall we place bets on how quickly Trump will be able to come back on Twitter? Elon already fired the Twitter lawyer responsible for muting Trump.
If you're American, have you voted yet? Go vote blue down the ticket and help save this country from fascist oligarchs and fraudsters.
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this is a bummer stream of consciousness post so open at your own risk or whatever
we clown on swifties/former swifties but i will say i’ve seen more of them hold her feet to the fire re silence on palestine than i have any of us re members of fob who aren’t andy
patrick irritates me most irt this topic bc he's openly an abolitionist and like that means nothing if ur not also speaking abt colonization and imperialism in the global south. i suppose one could argue he's not ‘openly’ anything as he hasn't made any statements but i consider the t-shirts as good as
pete is less surprising bc as someone who was raised in the party it's clear to me he's a dyed in the wool vote blue no matter who dem. i mean i grew up poor so we come from different economic backgrounds but i also have a parent who has been a dem since they could vote. so i never expected anything from him. most elected dems and ppl heavily involved w the party have stayed silent at best so
i also have issues w andy's politics bc i think anarchoprimitivism is a fucking bonkers ideology but i respect his dedication to antiracism + anti imperialism
in addition to this i don't think andy's morals and the fact that he has a backbone should like "trickle down” to the others or whatever. they're adults w autonomy and they should be making their own statements individually or together as a band. and like let me be clear i'm not saying they should say something bc i need or want them to personally or whatever. they should say something bc it's the decent and morally correct thing to do and like imo in the comments of every stupid insta announcement for new overpriced merch or tour updates we should be bugging them abt this bc we know pete at least does read them. esp if we’re actually going to be buying tickets/merch
#i went to go look to make sure this was still applicable btw and while i did see one person speaking on palestine re the new clad drop post#it was literally only one person#i just feel like we can be doing better on this as a fandom#anyway happy wedding day to andy my gift to him is saying smth nice abt his politics for once
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11:24 ★ : what’s the point in this life?
genre : fluff, angst (?)
note : scaramouche x reader > ^ < ,, haven’t worked on a fanfic in like.. three months 😨 story taking place a few years after Scaramouche joined the Fatui :3 (please reblog, it would help)
You took pleasure in seeing people laugh or genuinely being happy and enjoying life and the phenomenon called love. You worked as a clown on the outskirts of Inazuma, a nation known for horrible storms and lightning.
You, yourself took in the common fears of little children and personality. Which made you perfect for the “kids” side of the striped tent in which you worked in. When a storm struck you would gasp or yelp in unison with the kids and wait as they huddled up close to your, looking at you as the “bigger kid” or the “adult” in the situation.
Your fears and personality were relatable with little kids which made you a big hit once you had joined the show as a clown, yet you’d like to consider yourself a jester since you referred to the kids as royalty.
Months gone by as you worked there, you were envious of the kids playing as your childhood was deprived of love and decency.. but we’ll get into your past later..
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The puppet sighed irritated by the Doctor’s words, the thought was ridiculous. Visiting some distant circus to people laughing and kids pushing and shoving, if someone were ever to shove him aside like he was nothing, whether on accident or not. He would immediately kill everyone there.
“I have better things to do than see some dimwits waste their time making kids laugh only to get decent pay. I’d almost feel sorry if I didn’t have better things to do.” The puppet scowls, his eyebrows furrowing. Scaramouche glanced at Dottore with annoyance, turning his head back to the paper works he was originally working on.
The Doctor chuckled before chucking one circus ticket his way, after he so he clapped his hands together, rubbing it against each other wiping the non-existent dust off his gloves. “I think you’ll enjoy the pity show, it’ll be amusing watching someone desperate to make a fool out of themselves.”
In response the Harbinger working with a pen retorts irritated. “I don’t have the time for this type of thing! It’s irrelevant to me, I don’t like crowds anyway either. Why would you think I would go to that shit place willingly?!” He slams his pen to the desk, grabbing the ticket ready to rip it—yet he stopped for a second. “Why do you even have this in the first place?” He stared agitated yet confused at the blue haired man, of course it isn’t of many surprise that the man would try to pull off something like this.
“What happens if I were to tell you that one of the surviving residents of Tatarasuna were to work there?” The man grinned at the seated Harbingers reaction.. with eyes widened he looked down at the ticket then at Dottore with disbelief. “You really expect me to believe that?!” He snapped, bad memories being dug up from the depths of his mind and it being rubbed in his fair face. “Ah, yes. I’m sure of this, a reminder of the past still lingers alive.”
His past was supposed to be burned in ashes all of it.. oh well, it’s only one mortal. Not worth death. “..who cares.. how do you know this?” Scaramouche eyed Dottore suspiciously. “That’s a secret for now..”
—✦ 12:35
notes: BITCH I DONT WANNA CONTINUE THIS SHIT😭😭😭😨😨🙏🙏🙏😔😔 I wanna go to sleep now, also putting a poll for voting, this considered part 1 ig … 😭💀 GO FAMOUS MY CUTE LITTLE WORDS
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin fluff#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche#genshin impact fatui#genshin angst#clowns
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People protested and something changed.
#vote blue#vote democrat#vote biden#democrats#democracy#social democracy#vote blue to save democracy#democratic socialism#democrats now socialism later#vote blue 2024#vote biden/harris#biden/harris 2024#vote democratic#vote blue all the way down the ticket
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you can't base your opinions of what people think on your own experiences
saw a post from someone who's 22 saying
Nobody my age is voting republican. Let's be clear on that. With the exception of a small minority of gamer gaters and people who were raised in actual cults most people my age are either commies or good liberals who votes straight blue down the ticket.
and, like, the 18-29 demographic breaks hard for democrats 63-35 but that's still only 1/3 of the voting demographic that votes R! that's not a "small minority"
this is i think a pattern of online discourse, where people talk about what a particular demographic thinks just based on vibes without actually looking at surveys or polls. my go-to example of this is that kink at pride, cops at pride, and companies at pride all have around 75% support!
Support for welcoming cops at pride was about three-quarters across a wide range of demographics — male, female, gay, lesbian, transgender, bisexual, white, and nonwhite. People of color, who made up 21% of all survey respondents, support cops in pride events by 77% to 8% (15% say it makes no difference either way). Support was slightly lower among LGBTQ people who have not come out (56%), queer/nonbinary people (57%), and those under 30 years old (70%).
and the demographic breakdowns are also i think not what you'd expect if you just went off The Discourse, since it'd prime you to think "oh, well it's mostly white people or old people that support it"
note that i am explicitly not saying that companies or cops should be at pride, just that if you only listen to tumblr discourse you'd be very wrong about what lgbtq people think about it
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as a woc, it is so frustrating to see white women continuing to majorly show up for republicans, especially after roe was overturned. i really don’t know what it’ll take to progress in places like georgia, where they demonstrate time and again that they will vote red even if that party is actively harming them (especially after georgia went blue in 2020).
I will caveat this only slightly, as white women under 30 (and for that matter, white men) much more closely matched the voting patterns of other non-white demographics, and went 2 to 1 Democratic (the only white age bracket that did, I repeat, when will all these old white Republicans finally die?) But white women 30 to 65+ did go Republican again, albeit by smaller margins than white men (who are still the major problem, because obviously). They are more vulnerable to GOP scaremongering on economy/crime/etc, and have still failed to act in solidarity with marginalised women. Abortion rights did win everywhere they were on the ballot, so white women will vote for it when it is their own rights at stake, but yeah, the amount of ticket splitters who will pick a Democrat at the top of the ticket and Republicans lower down is just... why? WHY???
Anyway, looks we are yet again heading to a runoff in Georgia, so excuse me while I gouge my eyes out. Warnock is in the lead, but he will need to get every one of those votes again, especially if Senate control is at stake. In Arizona, Mark Kelly seems to have a pretty good chance of hanging on against MAGA Blake Masters. In Nevada, it is (yet again) all about the outstanding number of mail-in ballots from deep blue Clark County. If there are 100k or more, Democratic Senator Catherine Cortez Masto can probably make a comeback after losing the Trumpy Election Day vote to MAGA nut Adam Laxalt. The last number I saw was that 77% of the expected Nevada vote was in, so if there is still almost a quarter of heavily blue mail ballots, that should ride to the rescue for Democrats. That, however, is not confirmed. Clark County Elections presser in a few hours will reveal the number they expect to count and how many are outstanding. NEVADA, WHY.
#anonymous#ask#politics for ts#white women gonna white women#at least the older ones#younger ones are voting more like their woc peers#about damn time
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..."New York’s top court is giving Democrats another shot at drawing congressional lines in 2024, smoothing the path for pickups for the party in a state where they underperformed in 2022 and helped hand House control to Republicans.
A 4-3 decision by Court of Appeals on Tuesday ordered a bipartisan commission that deadlocked last year to reconvene and produce new draft plans by the end of February.
The Democratic-dominated state Legislature will then vote on the new maps. If the maps are voted down by the commission, legislators would have the power to draw maps themselves.
Democrats applauded the ruling.
“Today’s decision is a win for democracy and particularly the people of New York,” said Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee Chair Suzan DelBene (D-Wash.) in a statement. “We are eager for the Independent Redistricting Commission to get back to work to create a new, fair congressional map — through the process New York voters intended.”
The case now sets the stage for a congressional showdown in New York, as Democrats fight to win back the House while navigating widespread concerns Americans are registering with President Joe Biden’s reelection bid. Though New York is a reliably blue state for presidential contenders, the GOP has been making gains.
Republicans flipped three House seats in New York in 2022 — all in districts Biden would have won two years prior had they existed then in their current configuration. Now the GOP must defend those districts — including another open seat it won last year — in an election year with Donald Trump again likely at the top of the ticket.
There are currently 15 Democrats and 11 Republicans in the state’s congressional delegation.
Lines the state Legislature initially drew last year would have given the party an edge on paper in 22 of the seats. Even in a poor election year for New York Democrats in 2022, the party would likely have won 17 if their maps had remained on the books.
But those maps were thrown out by the Court of Appeals on procedural grounds. That came after the state’s Independent Redistricting Commission produced one of only two required draft maps before the Legislature voted on its own lines. That led to lines drawn by the courts that were used in the 2022 elections.
Democrats have since argued that the procedural problems mean the redistricting process should simply pick up where it left off before last year’s legal problems, allowing new maps to be created for the remainder of the decade."
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