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#a wish
irisltrs · 4 months
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Doctor Ebraheem Matar asking 9 year old Razan in Gaza what her wish is. Do you see her eyes light up as she imagines a world where she can be a child.
Razan is a nine year old wounded child in ICU, after regaining her consciousness and spontaneous breath.
We are on day 60 of this genocide and the world continues to watch on.
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luvrxbunny · 3 months
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i would love to read smut written by a straight man— just to see the terminology they use and what they focus on, how they describe certain things, ect.
i feel like it would be vvv interesting
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veronica-17-hood · 1 year
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I wish I could write...
I wish I could write exactly how my mind worked, visualize how my thoughts pour into my mind and never leave. 
I wish I could run my thoughts onto the pages, spewing them into the lines with the exact overthinking nature I think daily.
 I wish I could write with 14 streams of consciousness rushing through it, allowing the silence to fade as it does each day my eyes are awake. 
I wish I could explain the made-up situations and broken ideas that live within my mind, the unsaid words and begs, and the creative ideas I trap within a box out of fear.
 I wish I could immerse those who read my stories into my mind so that the feelings of hunger,
desire, 
desperation, 
need, 
brokenness, 
and undoubted joy could be felt on their skin. 
I wish everyone could see how my mind spirals into pain caused by my imagination and the truth caused by the love around me. 
I would write myself into panic attacks and the hurting ribs you get when laughing too hard.
 I would write myself into fairytales and daydreams that break off from movies and television. 
It would never be a never-ending silence, an experience I know nothing of. 
And I would write the truth about myself;
You; and everyone else.
The truth that broke myself into pieces and built it back up again. 
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scifriskyxy · 4 months
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This is based on Justice league,crisis on two earth's ending plot
The hero arrives to a barren exo planet ,instead of finding a bomb and a man , he finds a being with no discernable features writing notes next to a massive machine
"Who are you,where's am i?" The hero with an unbreakable said
"You are where you need to be... all that happened was a lie to get you here...as I wish to ask your opinion on a nihilistic dilema as your world view is perfect...for the answer that is needed"
The hero took a moment and asked, "So there's no bomb?"
The mysterious being "no there isn't ,....this world represents the true earth prime as nobody is truly capable of getting to it...,I wanted to see what happened here and why the writers nihilistically made this planet a barren exo planet,so I made a machine...to look into the past of this planet and what I saw...answered everything nihilistic, however I wanted to see if it would be the same for you,hero if it is the same ...it speaks volumes about life...on why we are here on why humanity exist"
The hero walked over as his curiosity of the answer of life took over he took the headset... and watched
What he saw was history taking place on a planet with no hero, no villains, a planet, just like what the reader you read
And then a cut to the now
"It ended...suddently...and so far it appears nothing is good at all," the hero replied
"The same thing I saw,the same thing I live in... now to the answer of life...life is nihilistic always has been, life is finite and harsh and all that nature and life can do is live with the time it can...however at the same time it appears to fight ,fight against this nihilistic view... the outcome was humans... and the outcome wasn't quite as expected. Humans ended up working against nature in many ways and using it..tearing and destroying what little life there is ,even also tearing itself apart... and yet life and humans kept going ,eventually reaching to a modern time where the nihilistic values fight against the morals human placed upon themselves, in a world that is many shades of grey,neutral.. no heroes even tho they try to make some almost as false idols in a way and evil people those perhaps who are nihilistic in world view... not even speaking about the selfishness in humanity as well humans repeated the same mistakes time and time again ,even teaching passed down from history did not work to quell the onslaught of mistakes, now these people are on the verge of war that it will end up in disaster...,the reason you are here and now is due to these people's, once these people are gone its over all life that there is in your world and countless stories they've written it will never end as a story should"
The hero listened, "And why did you bring me here?" The hero will finally begin to waver as reality sits in
"I brought you here as a final attempt a hope that the people...of my world would listen but I doubt they will as always as I am a small writer nobody would ever listen or read anything I do as I am a nobody after all ,my people live in delusion and over all the 7 sins, and it's tearing itself appart,I know they will deny these warnings yet again,the only thing that keeps me going is a legend or perhaps myth based on religion ,also if a bomb ever went off here nothing would happen...you perhaps will forget this encounter as soon as you leave or perhaps remember it...I do not know as after this I bear no control over you hero once you are gone from here now you should head home"
The hero was looking out at the stars. Having partially zoned out, "I have a question." he turned around to face the writer, and they were gone, and the portal home was open,the hero let out a sigh and walked over
"Farwell hero"
The hero heard just as the portal closed behind him he was home, and it's unknown if he will ever remember the encounter
-written by SciFrisky~♡
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baeklination · 2 years
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A Wish: Wedtime Stories
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Date: 220702
Warnings: SMUT 🔞, general fucking, gen.expl.lang.
Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader
WC: 3k
NOTE: From Anon: "Can you please write wedding night with Baekhyun?" Since it's a "wedding piece" I made the intro a little longer than usual and there's obviously a bit of sweetness in there as well. Hope you enjoy it..!
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Baekhyun had touched your hand and pointed to the bouquet.
“Oh…”
The little note - “for the soon to be Mrs.” - was still on it, so you carefully took it off and put it in your pocket. It had been delivered the same morning, from the neighbour upstairs since he knew you were going down to the courthouse today. With no families to speak of it had in so many ways always just been the two of you so deciding on a simple ceremony came easy. People say the wedding day is the happiest day of your life, but no - with Baekhyun every day would be the happiest; even up until this morning your thoughts had been about being, not getting, married. Then suddenly, as you took your dress off the hanger, you became nervous. Giddy. It wouldn’t be much to the average person, this mint green dress in crushed velvet you found at the thrift shop, but to you it held all the brightness you could see in him and you couldn’t believe your luck when seeing the tag read 17$.
You couldn’t hold your laughter in when the little grandpa played “Here Comes the Bride” on his keyboard as you entered the room. When Baekhyun gave him the thumbs up, the beige sleeve of his suit was so far down you could barely see his finger; a testament to it being borrowed, not bought or rented. It had been a quick affair, but nonetheless lovely, and riding the bus back home, spinning the ring on your finger, you already felt different.
“It’s weird.”
“No, it’s not…”
Even though you bought the table ages ago you always have dinner by the TV, sitting on the floor, not across from each other like this. Slurping down a spoonful of the tofu stew, Baekhyun’s eyes wander to the living area.
“Yes, it’s weird”, he concedes. Taking your hand, by the looks of it getting ready for a skit, he continues. “But we’re married now, this is the life we have to lead…chaa… Our fun days are over, Mrs. Byun. And, oh, look..! It’s already past seven, we better get ready for bed.” 
“Ugh, can you imagine..!”
“I’m kinda hoping we will…”
After three days of sleeping apart (him on the couch) and no acts of romance (aside from kissing) Baekhyun doesn't have to further explain what he means. 
“We have to drink the-”
“Right!”, he smiles and claps his hands, remembering the bottle of prosecco your manager gifted you. “In the bedroom? Before sealing our nuptial vows..? Eh?”
“Oh, you speak so scandalously, Mr. Byun…”
And the truth is even though this won’t be the first time you have sex it feels different. Sure, partly because of the no touch-rule, but there’s also the glittering sheen of wedding night surrounding it and the jitters of what Baekhyun will say about your attire. Not having much money meant you hardly spent any on new things and certainly not on these kinds of things.
“I’m gonna change. I…um, I got something…”
“For…” He blinks, and thinks. “...the bedroom?”
Fancy underwear costs a pretty penny so you started saving up as soon as you set a date, but even so you kept going back-and-forth when you got to the store until finally, sternly telling yourself “You’re allowed to want to look nice and feel special on your wedding day” and spent the money you’d saved for that very reason.
It certainly feels different. You run your hands down the soft silk of the white nightgown to the stockings beneath and double check that the garter doesn’t peek through when you take a step then open the bathroom door with butterflies in your stomach.
“Baekhyun?”
“Yeah?”
“Close your eyes, okay?... Okay?”
“They’re closed, promise”, he calls from the bedroom.
When you come to the doorway you see you’re not the only one who’s changed; now in his pyjama pants he lies on his back, eyes diligently shut and hands clasped together over his stomach. Standing in front of the bed you tell him:
“Okay, open.”
Sitting up with a jerk he smacks his lips.
“Oh! W…Wow…” He smiles shyly as he gets up, but stops his hands from touching you. “You’re not returning it..?”
“No. Do you like it?”
He opens his mouth as if to say something, but ends up only humming, nodding, while he puts his hands on your waist.
“Ouh, why am I so nervous? I feel like a virgin, I don’t know what to do”, he chuckles, gracing his hands over your shoulders, your hair.
“Kiss me, maybe?”
“Mm.”
Sliding his hand onto your neck, brushing his thumb over your earlobe, he bends down and puts his lips to yours. At first it’s gentle as though marking the occasion, but soon you feel the wet inside of his lips, then his tongue. You grab him firmly by the waist and his murmur teases a fire between your legs, helped by the way he clutches on the fabric of your dress.
“If we don’t chug that thing now”, he sighs and takes your hand.
“Chug? It’s top quality, we have to enjoy it.”
“You’re the only top quality I care about enjoying right now.”
 Since it’s not fully dark outside, he’s put the blinds down and the two candles he lit by the window helps with a splash of romance. Handing over one of the glasses he sits down on the bed as well.
“A toast… To Mrs. Byun.”
“And Mr., no…you still have the same name, it’s not as new and exciting.”
“That’s because you’re mine, all mine. Come here.”
He puts his arms around your back for support when you sit on his lap, then twitches as if he’s suddenly realised something. Studying your face he almost looks melancholy, yet reassured.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
The clink of your glasses breaks the seriousness and if not that then the bitter bubbles hitting your palates would’ve. Scrunching his face, he puts his glass on the nightstand again and yours after that.
His taste is indistinguishable from yours but his touch isn’t. When his hand goes over your knee your abdomen twirls and when his fingers go under the dress, touching your bare skin it beats. When his fingertips come in contact with the garter he pulls away from your lips and lifts your skirt.
“This too? Oh, what kind of a naughty devil did I marry?”, he purrs, tugging on your bottom lip. He pulls your gown over your head and throws it on the edge of the bed then pats the mattress. “I think cosy time is over.”
“You know I always think you look great, but…uh, tonight…”, he groans in your ear as he pushes his pelvis against you.
When you put your hands under his trousers they meet his skin instead of boxers which explains why his hard-on is so distinct between your legs. He lifts up to let you push his pants below his cheeks then you grip his cock, stroking the taut skin over the head.
“Ah…” Resting his forehead against yours he breathes with a tremor. “I’ve missed your hands.”
You’ve missed feeling him in your hand, the beating anticipation of knowing he’ll soon push himself into you, growing thicker the deeper he goes. As if reading your mind he gets up and takes his pants off completely, then rolls down your stockings one at a time. Smiling, he puts his teeth to the garter and pulls it down as well. Putting his fingers under the hem of your underwear he gives you a kiss right above:
“Are you ready to consummate our marriage?”
“Not if you say it like that…”, you answer, putting your hand over his in jest.
He takes a long breath then sighs it out, brushing his nose against the fabric over your clit:
“How should I say it, then..?”
“Like that.”
After pulling them off and tossing them to the side he wastes no time laying down. He happily lets you tug at his hair when he presses his mouth to yours, searching for your entrance with the head of his cock. Finding it, he pushes without hesitation, making the pair of you catch your breath. It feels like he’s grown, like he’s even more luscious than four days ago and unbelievably sexy rolling his pelvis to stretch you out, jutting his jaw like that.
“Oh-hh… wife feels different…ah…”
With his hand on your hip he presses his length in with precise, smooth waves, giving away how much he’s missed you by his various sounds of satisfaction. Putting his forearms on your sides, he aligns his body with yours and keeps rolling. A smile flashes in his eyes right before he presses his wet lips to yours. His kisses are sticky and outdrawn, teasing your senses the same way his cock teases flutters around your entrance and inside as it glides back and forth. When you run your hands down his back and stroke his cheeks he thrusts a little harder and faster, grabbing onto your shoulder, breathing in your ear, but soon presses deep and stops moving. He exhales heavily.
“This…agh…might not take long…”, he chuckles.
You press him even closer, digging your fingers into his cheeks.
“I’m not worried.”
As if he never stopped his pace is the same when he starts bucking again, pressing you down into the mattress with energetic thrusts.
“That’s right…”, he pants behind your ear “...ah-h…we have all night…”
The closer he gets, the more sensitive he becomes, making every stroke a burst of incomparable pleasure; his stunted yelps ring clear as a bell dripping honey next to you. 
“Uh-hh…” His grip on your shoulder tightens. The air gets stuck in his throat and he pushes his head against yours. “Ah, f-”
The neighbours will think he’s hurt the way he wails in satisfactory agony while he repeatedly rams his cock as far as it’ll go, making sure every last drop of cum is emptied out of him into you.
His stomach presses down heavily on yours as he gasps for air.
“Sh…shit…”
After swallowing hard he sighs, rocking his forehead against yours, then caresses your cheek.
“Mmm…”, he hums, kissing you. “Wife really is different… Christ…”
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“Just so you know…”, Baekhyun says and rolls to his side. “...we’re never doing this again. This no sex thing.”
“Why would we? But come on, it was three days. It can’t have been that hard, B.”
“Babe…I’ve never pushed into you that easily…”, he muses, stroking your cheek, knowing he’s right.
“No, that was just because I had that drink. You know it woosh, went straight to my head and got me loose.”
“Mm, I bet. Either way. I swear, yesterday I almost caved.”
“The day before?”
“Because it was the day before. When I was lying out there I kept thinking tomorrow, tomorrow… I was so goddamn hard, when I squeezed my cock…I kept imagining how it’d feel to put my hand around it and pump.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Honestly? B..? I won’t be mad, it’s over anyway.”
“I didn’t. Baby, I swear”, he insists, pulling you in for a cuddle on his chest.
Doing nothing special, sometimes talking, at times being quiet, you feather your fingers on his body. He doesn’t react when you run them along his length, but you know he thinks it feels nice when you casually touch him like this. You remember something and laugh to yourself.
“What..?”
“No, I…When I put them on, the clothes, for a second I was like… When you were a kid, playing in the woods or taking a shortcut, did you sometimes see pages from a magazine, like-”
“Wait… Oh! I’d completely forgot..!”, he exclaims excitedly.
“You know what I mean..!”
“Yeah, from nudie mags, right?”
“M-hm! They’d be all beaten up or torn, but you could clearly see what it was.”
Baekhyun fills the room with his warm, full-bodied laughter.
“That’s what you think you looked like..?” 
“For a second! It reminded me of it, how they always wore white underwear, stockings and all that, you know.”
His chest billows under your head when he silently giggles about your thoughts and probably the memory itself. When he goes quiet you notice his cock is starting to move upwards under your fingertips and he strokes your arm.
“You…Is it something you wanna try, maybe..?”
“Is it something you wanna try, Baekhyun?”
When you look up at him he also turns, looking to the corner of the room with his lips pursed. Making a show of it, you sigh deeply and grab him firmly by the root and move your hand up and down.
“I guess not…”
Tightening his grips around your arm while softly bucking his hips into your hand, he whispers over your head:
“I think you should.”
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The second go of you wearing your lingerie might not be as filled with romance - sitting up resting on your arms with Baekhyun leaning over between your legs - but the way he moves from kissing your neck to sliding the straps off and sucking on your nipples makes up for it. It’s not intentional but the way you comb through his hair while he sucks almost makes you feel like one of the women in those magazines; faintly moaning as you feel your panties getting wet. Slowly, with richness, he kisses you, eager to continue.
“Touch me”, he moans over your lips.
He’s so close that his balls brush against you when you pump and it turns you on even more, so when he pulls your panties to the side he doesn’t have to say anything before you steer his cock down to your entrance. Your husband is the perfect fit the way he fills you up, pressing your walls aside just right with his slow bucking until you completely let him in.
Barely moving anything else than his hips he roughly smacks them against yours to get his cock as deep in as possible. The sheets underneath your hands move as he pulls at them with his clutching fingers and his hair becomes a tangled mess rubbing against your neck. From the sound of his moans you can tell he’s biting his lip before releasing it along with a burning burst of air. Spreading your legs even wider to receive everything he’s giving, you moan:
“Don’t stop…”, putting your hand on his neck.
“Are you gonna come?”, he whispers stickingly, pulling your underwear more to the side.
Putting all fingers on your pussy he rubs, quickly sliding back and forth over your clit as he continues to pound his cock in and out, breathing heavily from exertion and arousal. You feel every millimetre as it rises closer and closer until spilling over into spasming thighs, clutching fingers and whines.
Baekhyun doesn’t stop or let you breathe. He eases up on the pace and circles his fingers slowly, but doesn’t stop while he greedily pushes his tongue onto yours, humming forcefully. His circling makes you twitch, but the hazy line between pain and pleasure is heavenly.
“Lie down…”
Without sliding out he gets in position; coming up close he raises your legs, holding tightly on your thighs. It catches you off guard when he starts thrusting. You hear both the smack of your bodies and the wet impact of your fluids being pushed out over your gasp as you rush to grab onto the sheets above.
He was already well on his way when you came, so after an apologetic wink, running his hand through his hair, he shifts his attention. Dropping his jaw, knitting his brows, he’s entranced by the image of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with the panties next to it. He pounds and pounds, then a twitch runs through his body making him groan and shut his eyes tight.
“Ah, fuck…”, he whispers, then releases an airy wail and frenetically rolls, grinds his groin against you, emptying himself. “Ah...chh…ahh.”
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After gathering strength Baekhyun goes to the kitchen and comes back with a pitcher of juice and a proud smile on his face.
“I knew we had one carton left. Let’s mix it with the bubbly and make a packlist.”
You’re only gonna be away for two days and one night, but preparing for it is exciting anyway; scribbling down clothes, tickets and reservation numbers to remember - and the juice blended out your drinks enough to make it enjoyable while keeping the celebratory feel.
“Don’t forget we have to buy film for the camera.”
“Mm, if we get off at Westfield there’s a store there, not far from the station. Then…” Fiddling with the sheet in front of him, he makes his eyes big and round.
“Then what..?”
“If you take those new clothes maybe we could-”
“Ha! That's all you care about now..!”
“Yes!”, he teases, placing a kiss on your cheek. “You bought it ‘cus you wanted me to look, didn’t you..?”
“You… What kind of naughty devil did I marry?”
“Just trying to make the most of our honeymoon”, he shines brightly, then sighs as he takes your fingers in his hand. “I really wish I could’ve gotten three days off like you.”
“Me too. But two is better than none and I don’t know if they have much else than the zoo up there anyway.”
“Close your eyes!”, he suddenly bursts out.
“Why?”
“Why? I did it right away when you told me to.”
“Okay. But if something starts poking me…”
You can tell he’s getting off the bed by the shifting and his laugh moving away, then you hear him opening the closet door.
“Okay”, he declares, sitting down next to you.
In front of you lies a tiny box in red velvet, the lid open to show a pair of heart-shaped earrings in gold - the very ones you’d stop to dream about when you passed the window of the vintage shop downtown. They aren’t something you save up for with a handful here, some there - you realise it’s what all Baekhyun’s extra shifts were for. The magnitude of his love tightens your chest and puts a burn in your eyes. When you pick the box up he jerks forward.
“Are you crying?” 
“No”, you laugh and wipe a tear away. “I got something in my eye.”
“My baby’s crying..!”, he coos, sliding his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling your neck.
And maybe you are, maybe just a bit.
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I really want to see Law in a belly dancer outfit with high heels and one of those see-through masks. I think he would look great.
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ramonarampage · 1 year
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I'm quite literally losing it
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isagrimorie · 7 months
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I don’t want Ahsoka to be Ahsoka the White.
At least until the end where she is Happy, Healthy, and Alive. She can be Ahsoka the White then.
AND SHE DOESN’T GET A HAPPY ENDING OVERWRITE.
She gets a happy life and ending. Sabine too! And Hera.
I don’t want them to be Sequel Trilogy Happening Override.
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umi-teardrop · 8 months
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beingrealhere · 1 year
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if you’re reading this pleaseeeee wish for my wish to come true that’s the only thing I want right now
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wannabewritersposts · 2 years
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My greatest wish in life is .. when I die .. I need to leave some notes or messages or mysteries like when people read them they start wondering wait!! he thought this about me.. he also thought this .. how could he ever hv known this!! damn I didn't know he was this smart!!!✨
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burnt-scone · 2 years
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I want someone to wash my hair as I soak in a steamy bath. They sit upon a stool beside the freestanding tub, and we talk about anything and everything. I wouldn't be upset if they were the one soaking and I was the one messaging suds into their hair. Scents of flowers and wood filling the air, partnered with the sound of our laughter, sounds like a intimate bliss. It sounds like heaven on earth.
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featherafter · 2 years
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A wish
I used to think that to make life exciting I had to be out there among the people of the land dressed well and indulging but now I'm on the quest to find more there must be more within and without the constant yearning of desires
soak me in the marvels you have created my lord  allow me to witness your wonders that is all that I truly desire now
-rg   
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kickdrumheart68 · 2 years
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charlesoberonn · 1 month
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It's gonna be such a funny mess when Donald Trump dies of a stroke on April 1st, 2024.
Naturally everybody will think it's fake because of the date only to lose their minds (both positively and negatively based on their opinion of trump) when realizing it's real
There will be massive celebrations in the streets and on social media and lots of predictable "don't speak ill of the dead" discourse about those celebrations
Weird evangelicals will pull some weird number trick talking about how Jesus was conceived on April 1st and that makes Trump a sort of messiah and people will make fun of that
The Republicans (after they're done with the faux-sadness and faux-outrage) will stomp over each other to be his successor but none of them will succeed. They'll tear each other apart and have no single nominee for the November elections.
There will be discourse about if Biden and the living former presidents should go to his funeral (they won't, he was a traitor insurrectionist)
The Ukraine-Russia War immediately goes in favor of Ukraine as morale in the Kremlin is reduced. China similarly backs off from its threats on Taiwan.
Ten thousand new memes are made, some sticking around for years to come.
Not a month later a bunch of unofficial biographies of Trump hit the bookshelves, many with new details about just how awful he was.
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ankle-beez · 2 months
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nimona (film that was saved by netflix after disney canned it along with closing the studio that was making it) and the boy and the heron (2d animated movie, the type that disney doesn't make anymore due to "limitations with the medium") getting animated feature noms at the oscars this year and not wish... bro that's funny
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