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fandomsandfeminism · 2 years

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Ok, since some folks are still struggling with this: No, having a national popular vote for president wouldn't mean that "just 2 or 3 states would pick the president."

First of all, that's *basically* what's already happening with the Electoral College. Because the states are winner-take-all, it doesn't matter if you lead in a state by 3% or 30%, you get 100% of the vote. So the only states worth campaigning in/listening to are a few swing states, where you need to eek out a 1% lead to win 100% of the points.

We see this in the actual campaign event data. Two thirds of the presidential and vice-presidential post-convention campaign events were conducted in just four states in 2012 (Ohio, Florida, Virginia, and Iowa). The electoral college doesn't empower rural voters or small states. It just allows campaigns to hyper-focus on the undecided voters of swing states. So if you're a centrist in Ohio, I guess the EC was tailor made for you? But no one else benefits here.

But, would this still happen in a national popular vote, you ask? NO. Of course not.

I don't blame folks for not realizing this intrinsically. They are big numbers, and this "big states blah blah" rhetoric is pervasive. (Notice how often it's "California and New York" though, and never Texas. Ask yourself why.)

Let's assume, for fun, that 100% of the population of the country can and does vote. For rounding purposes, that's 330 million people.

Even if you could get California, Texas, Florida, New York, and Pennsylvania to vote 100% unanimously for the same person, you'd fall woefully short of of 50%, and that's getting EVERY SINGLE PERSON in these states to agree. You need the 9 most populated states to vote 100% turn out in unison to hit 50% of the population.

California (Population: 39,613,493)

Texas (Population: 29,730,311)

Florida (Population: 21,944,577)

New York (Population: 19,299,981)

Pennsylvania (Population: 12,804,123)

Illinois (Population: 12,569,321)

Ohio (Population: 11,714,618)

Georgia (Population: 10,830,007)

North Carolina (Population: 10,701,022)

But, as I've said many many times, states are not political monoliths. Despite what those red v blue electoral maps train you to think, these states aren't hiveminds.

Both of these maps represent the 2016 election. Personally, I like the first one more, since the intensity of the color mirrors the amount of votes, but the second one really drives home how *blended* our communities are politically.

In 2020- 155,508,985 votes were cast. That's 77,754,493 for 51%. How many states, at a minimum, would it take to reach that number based on how they actually voted? Well, let's go from most populated down until we hit 51%.

CA- 11,110,250 for Biden

TX- 5,259,126 for Biden

FL- 5,297,045 for Biden

NY- 5,244,886 for Biden

PN- 3,459,923 for Biden

IL- 3,471,915 for Biden

OH- 2,679,165 for Biden

GA- 2,473,633 for Biden

NC-2,684,292

MI-2,804,040

NJ-2,608,400

VI-2,413,568

WA-2,369,612

AR-1,672,143

TN-1,143,711 (we aren't done yet)

IN 1,242,498

MASS 2,382,202

MI 1,253,014

MA 1,985,023

CO-1,804,352

WIS-1,630,866

MIN- 1,717,077

SC-1,091,541

AL- 849,624 (We're still only at 68 million, by the way)

LA- 856,034

KN- 772,474

OR-1,340,383

OK-503,890

CN-1,080,831

UT-560,282

NV-703,486 (We're getting close now, I promise)

Iowa-759,061

AR-423,932 (I'm so tired of adding these numbers up)

MIS-539,398

KA- 570,323

NM- 501,614 (SO CLOSE I really thought this would do it.)

Nebraska- 374,583 (DAMMIT NEBRASKA! We're still short!)

Idaho- 287,021

And that does it! That puts us above 77,754,493 and it only took every Biden vote from the 38 most populated states.

Hardly the "Californians and New Yorkers making all our decisions for us!" reality that people decry (Never Texas. Even though we had more Biden voters than New York. But Texas isn't the standard boogeyman for a racially, ethnically, religiously diverse, queer coastal city. Even though Texas has 4 of the 10 largest cities in the country, more than California- Houston, San Antonio, Dallas, and Austin)

YES, a lot of people live in California. Yes, a lot of people live in Texas. Yes, it's super weird to me that the city of San Antonio, Texas has almost 3x the number of people in the entire state of Wyoming. (I'm sorry if you think that Wyoming's 73,491 votes for Biden should make or break the election.)

But please remember that individual states and districts still get their representation in Congress. (Which...I have some opinions about how much this actually impacts federal politics that are their own thing.) State governments and local governments still exist.

And this idea that a popular vote system, which we use for senators and governors and mayors and school boards is suddenly ~oppressive~ and ~tyrannical~ when we apply it to the presidency isn't logical. (If 70% of your town lives in apartments, you don't give folks in single family homes an extra vote to balance out their vote for mayor.)

Frankly, going to the popular vote should be a logical first step. Ranked choice ballots (for president and senate), and party proportional voting (for the house) would go a long way towards making people feel like their votes had real power again, increase voter turn out, and I think motivate the parties to better reflect the wishes of their constituents, reduce our political tribalism, and encourage third party participation.

#electoral college #you know I'm annoyed when I start doing math

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soberscientistlife · 9 months

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VOTE BLUE, DAMMIT!!💙🌊

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sunshine-tattoo · 7 months

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Can DC artists (and fan artists too for that matter) PLEASE stop drawing Bruce and Clark so similar?

One, its just lazy art to have every dude be a chiseled square-jawed gym bro with an eight pack.

Two, it makes differentiating them in the panels a pain in the ass.

Three, there are much better ways to draw them where the only similarities are dark hair and blue eyes. Make them contrast dammit!

Bruce

long muscles and a rangy body built for stealth

sharp jawline and features, think a bird of prey

weirdly pale skin because that bitch never sees the sun

steely eyes in both expression and color

very long fingers and legs

black hair is straight and a little jagged

emphasis on geometric shapes and sharp edges

when in costume hes terrifying

out of costume hes a vapid supermodel

Clark

think early 1900s circus strong man

muscular in a chubby way because body fat keeps muscles from breaking

lots of very rounded organic shapes

big pecs and biceps

brown skin from years of being outside

eyes are unnervingly blue when not hidden by glasses

black hair that is very curly and bouncy

when in costume he looks strong and powerful but still gentle and approachable

when out of costume he has Dad Bod and has been voted "Most Huggable" by the Daily Planet staff several years in a row

#superbat #dc #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne

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mongrel-mage · 12 days

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I see so many posts that are like "Voting for Biden in the fall is literally supporting genocide, show your disapproval by not voting" No. Vote. Fucking VOTE. Do you honestly think that Trump is going to be more merciful than Biden? He's already planning to turn the US into a Christi-fascist dictatorship, do you honestly think he'll give a rat's ass about Palestine? Do you think that he's going to do anything but give MORE to Israel, give MORE to war, give MORE to death than Biden would even dream of?

So many lives depend on voting blue. I don't like Biden either! I hate what he's doing! But I know that Trump wants everyone who isn't a rich cishet white man fucking DEAD. Look up Project 2025.

So vote, dammit. If you care about yourself and your own safety, if you care about literally anybody, vote blue. Use your voice and keep that fucking monster out of office.

#vote #vote blue #us politics #seriously look up Project 2025 #it's fucking HORRIFYING #2024 presidential election #trump #biden

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superblysubpar · 8 months

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📼Remember to vote at the bottom // Details for the Trope or Treat Madness Event found here

📼 We're doing things a little different with this one! I highly recommend reading the little insights into each character's story beforehand here, as the intro belows is told from a narration while they all start the evening together. After this, you'll be voting on which couple we follow for the remainder of the night and it would follow the typical "you" pov with the boy who wins - but the stories are very much intertwined. There are things that happen before and after that would be revealed in future scenes if they make it to the next round and/or in the final one shot if declared the winner - the story told in slightly different perspectives as well.

📼 warnings: You're given names for this one, sorry to do it. Blair for Steve's lady, Vanessa for Eddie's (but used as sparingly as possible) | a sprinkling of toxic relationships, hints to infidelity, yelling, death, blood and gore descriptions as well as use and mentions of weapons like knives and guns will be present throughout the entire story after this| mentions of drugs and alcohol and their use and effects | the little intro image below is playing off of the one from Fargo, and I don't own it

On the evening of Friday, October 27th, 2023, a group of people, let’s call them old friends, are brought back together through the twists of fate and their own stupidity.

Four couples, and none knowing what the others have gotten themselves into after all of these years apart. None knowing what was about to transpire, and how, as a direct result of their actions, beloved friends are going to die.

Our scene opens with Robin Buckley, a gold strappy heel reveals itself first, stepping onto the cold, gray sidewalk. A pale leg on display from the high slit of the dark emerald and silky dress wrapped around her figure. Black polished fingers take the hand offered to her by her date - let’s call her Gabriella. Robin’s freckled face and bright blue eyes shine in the lights of the marquee up at her. Gold chandelier earrings, a modest lip color, and a dramatic eye - perhaps it was a little too much for a simple show at the Orpheum. A fancier look than most, but dammit, Miss Buckley needed this.

You see, Robin is a middle school music teacher. She spends her days pointing at a kid who thinks he’s slick putting gum on the back of his sheet music stand. Calling him out and making him wear the Dingus top hat for the rest of class, marking a talley in the you suck column on the whiteboard and the rest of the class groaning - one step further away from their pizza party. Her eye frequently twitches, for when she asks the student’s what she just said, one quite literally plays the sound of crickets on their smartphone. Yet she loves her job - her students are wonderful, most are respectful, and many are in band because they truly enjoy it.

However, twelve to fourteen year olds these days have no trouble learning the latest tiktok dance in less than five minutes but cannot nail the transition to the chorus of a song they’re learning. She’s guidance counselor when the tweens come in crying, she’s a dentist when she yells at one to get the scissors out of his mouth and cries that he absolutely cannot fix his braces in her classroom. She is benefactor for supplies, she’s an extra custodian, she is superwoman.

She is, simply put, not paid enough.

Which exactly why she got her side gig, and is wrapped up in the mess of tonight. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Robin and Gabby enter the Orpheum, plush red carpet beneath heels as they make their way up grand staircases towards a bar. They don’t know that they’re about to cross paths with old friends for the first time tonight - that it’s not just a happy coincidence.

For our second couple of the night sits at the bar with their drinks in hand already - Nancy and Jonathan Byers.

These two, oh these two. They’re quite a pair.

Nancy Wheeler Byers is in a simple but elegant black cocktail dress. It hugs her hips she works hard for, her shoes and jewelry silver, her clutch a shimmering little thing to match. Her make-up pops, hues and shades that were matched professionally, and her brown curls are pinned up in an old Hollywood style.

Jonathan is wearing a suit.

Nancy raises her extra dry martini to her lips and Jonathan’s thumbs slip down the side of the tumbler holding an old fashioned, he stares at it in disgust. He hates cocktails and would much rather hold a beer.

But that’s not how Nancy does things.

To any other person walking by, to Robin and Gabriella making eye contact with Miss Byers, these two look picture perfect. They are divine, they are a couple straight out of a catalog. Their love is the stuff of myths.

Literally.

Behind the smile pushing up Nancy’s cheeks, behind the black and white candid photography on Jonathan’s carefully curated Instagram, there’s pain and mess and so much we have to uncover.

Robin rushes up to her, an arm around her shoulders, “Oh my god! How long has it been?”

“Too long,” Nancy squeezes her fingers, setting her martini on the black tabletop and motioning for two more to the bartender.

Robin’s eyes bounce between the two old friends, a genuine smile on her face as she gushes, “God, I mean what are the odds? How are you both? What have you been up to?”

Nancy and Jonathan’s eyes dart to the other, tight smiles before responding in unison, “Nothing much!”

Nothing much meaning they’ve dug themselves into holes they can’t get out of, and perhaps they don’t want to. Because she can’t let something go and he can’t say no to her. When Nancy Wheeler Byers finds a loose thread, she has to pull until the whole thing is unraveled. She has to commit, she has to be the best, and her passion and obsession for answers always leads her to forget about others and how her actions have consequences. And it is for this reason, that many believe that what is about to occur tonight is entirely her fault.

But, we'll see about that.

Because, while these old friends start catching up, Gabriella’s smile falls as her gaze makes contact with a pair of hazel ones in the mirror above the bar. He ducks his head, his hand with a thick family ring on his middle finger grabs the elbow of a woman in red, whispering in her ear. His caramel and honey hair styled, pushed back but stray strands will soon fall over his forehead. His black suit is tailored, a bowtie that’s far too expensive, and his shoes shine. The lady in red, we’ll call this one Blair, has accessories and make-up that are equally as professionally done and sophisticated as Nancy’s but far more expensive. The woman attached to the wrist his fingers now curl around turns her head, smiling directly at Gabriella and waving. They begin to head over to the group and Gabriella panics, squeezing Robin’s fingers and beelining towards the line snaking out of the ladies room.

Gabriella’s lack of subtlety is not lost on either half of our third couple. Steve Harrington watches it happen, his throat bobbing and his fingers flexing at his side. Mrs. Harrington finally has the confirmation she needs that her husband is fucking his secretary. But is that what’s happening? Only time will tell, we suppose. That is afterall, how a story works.

Nancy sees the Harrington’s first after Gabriella’s abrupt departure and she smiles. Kisses to each apple of each of their cheeks and a firm handshake from Jonathan.

“Steve?”

Steve Harrington turns, and Robin Buckley beams.

“Ro-Robin! Oh my god!” He engulfs her in a hug and she laughs, the two old friends holding each other tightly. Mrs. Harrington looks at the pair then back at Nancy and Jonathan, confused, and even more so when Nancy gulps down her third martini and Jonathan’s hand shakes before grabbing the detested old fashioned.

Blair has never seen Steve so genuine, not since their early years, not since before their engagement. It’s like the weight of his life is lifted from his shoulders from this honey-haired goddess and suddenly she’s not so sure it’s the secretary he’s fucking.

Steve’s hands land on her shoulders, hers on his forearms as he shakes his head, eyes wide, “Wh-what? What are you doing here?”

Robin laughs, gesturing over her shoulder, “My girlfriend got tickets.”

Steve’s eyes dart up, Gabriella’s head ducks down quickly because as we’ve established, subtle and her don’t mesh. Steve inhales sharply, “She, oh, uh…wait, what?”

Yeah definitely fucking the secretary. The secretary who’s dating his old friend. The friend whom Mrs. Harrington has never heard of before tonight.

Before Blair Harrington can begin to question more, before Nancy Wheeler can start to confirm and piece her puzzle together, another familiar voice breaks the group's focus, and our fourth and final couple is introduced.

“What the fuck?”

The group turns at the question, finding Edward Munson in a suit and a beautiful woman holding his hand. She wears a navy dress, this one is Vanessa. She glances at the three gorgeous women staring at her husband. Her brain begins to calculate just how much their earrings cost, let alone the rest of their ensembles, and she folds in on herself, trying to pull and hide behind Eddie.

He squeezes her fingers as Robin steps forward. “Eddie? Oh my god, seriously is someone playing some like prank tonight? Did the kids do this? How are we all here?”

A great question indeed, Robin.

What are you all doing here?

Before this question can be answered, the soft lighting overhead flickers twice and a chime rings out, signaling it’s time to take their seats.

Blair Harrington starts to head towards their box, Vanessa Munson glances down at the paper ticket in her hand and tries to figure out which direction to go, Gabriella (we never did give her a last name did we?) is nowhere to be seen.

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler Byers, Jonathan Byers, and Robin Buckley all stand in a circle, speaking at once.

“Well, we should-”

“Where are you stay-”

“I miss you guy-”

But it’s Nancy’s voice that rings out the clearest.

“Right back here. Intermission. Please.”

With nods, fingers slipping into wives who tug on them, and smiles - some tight lipped and some genuine - the party dissolves and the orchestra makes its first harmonizing note.

The show is starting.

Please vote for who will be moving on and revealing more of their story.

Remember: whoever wins this week, faces the winner of Creatures of the Night - which will have more revealed on Thursday, Oct 12th

Choose wisely!

#superbly subpars trope or treat madness #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic

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short-wooloo · 11 months

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If I see anyone blaming Biden for student loan forgiveness being struck down I'm gonna lose my shit

Because if you think this is Biden's fault, you're a vapid fucking dumbass

The republicans have fought against loan forgiveness from the start

The republicans filed lawsuits against it

The republicans took it to scotus

And the republican controlled scotus is the one that struck it down

Biden did not have the power to just snap his fingers and make student debt go away, the office of the president is not a king

And don't you fucking dare say anything about "bIdEn CoUlD hAvE eXpAnDeD tHe CoUrT"

NO, HE FUCKING COULDN'T

THAT'S NOT HOW IT FUCKING WORKS

60 votes, the Democrats have 51

Biden and the Democrats are not to Blame here, it's the republicans, it's fucking always the republicans

Vote blue in 24, vote blue no matter what, every election

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tobiasdrake · 4 months

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To the Sacrosanct Spires now. We have our "key", so to speak.

Pareidolia is the phenomenon by which people see what appears to be a meaningful shape in a meaningless or random pattern. For example, seeing a religious figure's face in a piece of bread.

With that in mind, I realize your barrier is probably not actually scowling at me. But it looks like it's scowling at me. That is hurting my feelings. I have done nothing wrong.

Please destroy it with extreme prejudice.

Eh, that's not so impressive. Zale has a hammer that can do the same thing.

Though I am now curious to know what you might be able to teach our ship's band.

I've been wondering, actually. Resh'an created the multiverse, but the multiverse was made from the fracturing of a single reality into split timelines. Resh'an was just some guy living in the one reality when his and Aephorul's fables began.

So even though they're both out there doing shit to the multiverse, it stands to reason that there is a level of shared "old" in all timelines that predates the fracturing. I've been thinking that was probably the Ovates.

I don't disagree, Serai, but I still wanted to hear him out. A bit of foreknowledge about what we need to break is always useful. But sure, I guess we can go with our favorite plan: Go in blind and wing it.

Oh cool, they're birdfolk! We have molekin back in my world. I wonder if every world in the Sea of Stars has one designated type of anthropomorphic Wildlife Person?

There goes that theory.

Alright, team. This is easy pickings. It's a bit of a hike from here to Estrid but we've been making roast chicken out of these bird sentries. Literally, in Zale's case. So I'm pretty sure there's nothing to worry about.

However, before we go any further, there is one important consideration that we need to address, and I felt it would be best to put it to a vote.

Would you think less of me if I made actual roast chicken out of the birdfolk that attack us? The wall meat and wall eggs were a pleasant surprise but they're only going to last so long, and I'm not 100% sure how we go about hunting walls for more.

You'd think it would be simple. They don't move very fast. But no.

We were just passing through. Frankly, I have an axe to grind with a lot of people but I've never seen you before in my life.

Lot of names on my hit list right now but "Triumvirate of Eminence" isn't one of them. Right now, I'm willing to chalk this up as a misunderstanding. You can still lower the barrier and walk away with your life.

This is not an invasion. If you grant us safe passage to our destination then no further--

Well. I just want it on record that I gave diplomacy a chance.

Our crew has never destabilized a sovereign regime before so, hey, this will be a learning experience!

Do we want to break it? There's two options here: Either this guy's been jailed for political reasons or because he's too fucked up for the Bird Crew.

Political prisoner it is, then. Never mind. Maybe after we assassinate the regime's leadership, we can install him on the throne or something. I'm pretty sure that's the heroic way to carry out regime change as a foreign influence, right?

There seems to be a switch on the other side of the cage, though. If we can just get to that, then maybe we can--

WELL YOU COULD HAVE WARNED US

THANKS SERAI. Now I look like an idiot in front of the bird man. How am I supposed to convince him to respect me enough to become a puppet ruler in my name now!?

Wait a second, you have portals. Why were you pretending to be trapped with us in the first cage? And why can't you just portal us out now? SERAI!? PORTAL PLZ!!!

PRESS THE BLUE ONE. THE BLUE ONE, SERAI.

Wait, these are soundproof. Dammit, she didn't hear me admonish her a moment ago.

Thank you, Serai. You are a valuable member of this team and I respect and appreciate your skills.

Even if you're stingy about letting me use your portal.

Everybody and their codes, apparently. You'd get along well with him, Resh'an.

But this conversation is going super fast. Can we slow down a moment? Do you have a name or--

Uh, bye?

Well, I guess his name is Drumsticks now. If he doesn't like it, he should have said something before zipping away like a magnificent poof. I don't make the rules.

In any case, we're out of the dungeon. I didn't want to topple a bird empire. But I suppose we're toppling a bird empire now. It's on record that I attempted diplomacy so now we're free to do whatever we want. That's how foreign policy works, I think.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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k4creative · 2 months

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Raven and Cat

Please be my beta readers! 😊

I saw this photo on facebook for the umpteenth time this week and I decided to consider it a writing prompt. I'm keeping the premise, but I am deviating from the picture somewhat.

Here is the first part. I hope, I’ll be able to continue it!

Note: english is not my first language.

Any comment, criticism and good-intentioned help is welcome!

In a forest clearing, on a moss-covered, sunny rock, a big white cat sleeps.

Calling this cat white though is like describing a sunset as ’orange’, or the eye of your lover as ’blue’... As the sun rays glide over his coat, you can observe, that parts of it are white as milk, others are like whitewash, or the silvery-creamy white of a pearl. His whiskers fracture the light into rainbow-coloured sparkles, and his fluffy tail – his pride and joy – gleams like the light of a harvest moon.

He sleeps restlessly. His ears are constantly twitching - catching the noises of the forest –, so does the end of his tail. Now his ears perk up, he opens one yellow eye and in the very next second he’s sitting upright, regally curling his tail around his front paws. He looks like, he never slept. An unholy swishing sound fills the forest clearing as an enormous black bird breaks the treeline. It lands without fuss a little further from the cat. It’s eyes glow purple for a moment, but the next blink clears the enchantment, leaving only the normal colour of anthracite in the big bird’s iris.

-Well? – asks the cat, unable to mask his agitation.

-Nothing. – comes the reply in a sharp, edgy tone. – I looked everywhere. – continues the bird, adjusting their chest feathers irritably – There’s no way she’s still in the vicinity. I can see traces of her mana all over the place…it is her territory after all…but beyond the Border…only a faint trail pointing North. We’re gonna have to follow her dammit! It’s been a month…

-I vote we wait for another week. There were times, she was away longer than…

-Yes yes – interrupts the raven rather rudely – but she always, always left instructions and sent dreams if she was delayed.

The cat visibly pouts after the interruption. His whiskers twitch and his pupils dilate for a split second. He remains accusingly silent, looking daggers at his companion.

-Look – says the raven, perfectly imitating a human sigh – I know you are territorial…I am too, but this is serious stuff.

-What about her villages? – asks the cat, finding her superior tone again.

-They have to make do without her anyway. – shrugs the raven – We did everything we could since she left. We educated that dull herbalist down in Riverbend. I replenished the potions of all the barber surgeons in the area and you strengthened every enchantment around the Border. The people gotta be fine until winter. – they tilt their head with a nasty expression on their beak - If this is not enough, they’d die without her anyway…

The cat lowers his lashes disapprovingly, then he lets out a sigh, yawns and stretches. The raven fidgets, waiting for a reply. They know that the cat has a bad temper and a stick up his butt about basically everything, so they force themselves to be patient. With two small licks of the hair on his chest, he finishes the ritualistic stretching and – apparently – the thinking too.

-I think in this particular matter your surmise might be true, bird. – the cat’s sonorous voice sounds in the raven’s head – However, an expedition of this importance and caliber should not be rushed. We need provisions: food, water, enchantments…we have to think about lodgings along the way…

-You must be joking! You are a hunter and a high class mage for the goddess’ sake! And I am a proud scavenger. Food? Water? Lodging?! It’s high summer, we can sleep wherever and whenever. You are nocturnal and I can adapt my eyes, so we can even move at night...! Stop pussyfooting around this and let’s go!

The moment they say it, the raven knows it was a mistake. They pull their head way down between the wings and with rapid blinking, looks apologetically at him. His eyes sparkle, ears flat, mane is all fluffed up and his whole body radiates righteous indignation. If the situation wouldn’t be this serious, the raven would flee now, till he calms down, but not now.

-Look, I am sorry! It was tactless of me to use that word, but we have to go and we have to start now!

-I will not let this insult slide, bird! - sounds his voice in the bird’s head, underlined with a faint growl emanating from his throat. His blue left and yellow right eyes sparkle with fury. The raven is certain that if the enchantment would still be active, they’d be able to see his mana swirling red around his paws. After a few seconds of heavy eye contact, he gets a hold of himself.

-Unfortunately we really are pressed by time here. – he sighs, forcing calm on himself - She can only count on us. I will follow your lead for now, but be warned: you’re dancing on thin ice.

With that, the cat swishes his tail and with energetic bounds, fueled by his unquenched anger, he leaves the clearing. Due North.

The tension leaves the bird’s body after a few seconds. They imitate a heavy sigh again, and to calm themselves down, they emit a silent, low, purring ’kraa’. With a full body shake, they tidy their plumage, activate the enchantment in their eyes with a heavy blink, then take off to the sky, their giant wings beating the air heavily.

#raven #cat #cat&raven #writing #writing prompt #original prose #fic

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banamine-bananime · 2 months

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the forum werewolf game ever. of all time: day two

Start reading here!

Lopez immediately starts pissing off Simmons, apparently for shiggles.

Simmons:

Tucker is pointing at Wyoming and screaming GUYS THIS GUY IS AN ALIEN. OR LIKE. HE’S AT LEAST JUST VERY OBVIOUSLY A BAD GUY? WE NEED TO KILL HIM.

Wyoming responds with essentially “Hmmm, Tucker, why do you keep talking about aliens? Is this some sort of distraction, perhaps? Rather suspicious behaviour…” and several other people are like yeah Tucker that is pretty weird. Why are you talking about aliens.

Tucker: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT ALIENS. THE ALIENS ARE RIGHT THERE IN THE WRITEUP. WHAT THE FUCK?? WHY ARE YOU ALL PRETENDING NOT TO SEE THE ALIENS.

Other mod getting in his daily bonus fanfic:

Players react, some with gifs because they understand the assignment:

Lopez is beefing with anyone and almost everyone while grumbling about no one listening to him or understanding his sarcasm or logic and feeling sorry for himself.

Things slowly start to take a turn towards intrateam violence over in Blue Team. While Church is like (heavily paraphrased) “yeah Tucker, that Wyoming guy is definitely an alien, or at least working with them” and Vic and Church are pointing at each other like “Yeah! this guy gets it!”, Caboose does not understand why Church and stupid Tucker are being mean to Wyoming and does not like all this buddy-buddying with Church - this is NOT how his best friend is supposed to be acting 🫤🤨. Caboose:

Church:

(OH BOY. DOES NOT YET KNOW JUST HOW MUCH SHE SHOULD DISLIKE IT.)

I show up after a busy irl day of completely slanking from all mod duties just to note that other mod did them:

Tex is being quite taciturn but analyzing steadily and efficiently. Big “staking out her suspects patiently and stalking her target silently” vibes tbh.

Simmons also calls the Tucker-Church-Vic contingent suspicious, but also agrees with them Wyoming is suspicious, so this comes across as a “you’re right but fuck you anyways, blues” kind of situation. Also calls out Lopez for “keeps randomly saying my name for no reason” (sic) (lmfao. Simmons: “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING ABOUT ME, LOPEZ, BUT I KEEP HEARING MY NAME AND I DON’T LIKE IT.”)

Wyoming reacts to all this suspicion being hurled at him, privately in wolfchat:

Tex is like Ya’ll keep saying Church is acting weird. That’s just Church. He’s always a freak:

Church:

Simmons voice (re: Church): “she keeps going against all logic!!”

Simmons and Church continue sniping at each other in circles ad infinitum like (heavily paraphrased) "Simmons if you think Wyoming is one of the aliens then WHY THE FUCK are you voting for me?!?" vs "I literally physically cannot vote for Wyoming, jackass, do you understand that??" vs "YES OBVIOUSLY BUT WE’RE ALSO OBVIOUSLY NOT WORKING TOGETHER YOU CAN’T THINK WE’RE BOTH ALIENS WHAT DO I HAVE TO SAY TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU SIMPLY ENOUGH THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND IT???"

meanwhile, simmons being a hater in his role PM: "Night 1.1: Block [Church's player]". Mod: "You have retroactively blocked [Church's player] during a secret night no one knew was happening and no one did anything. Congrats, you ****ed up the timestream. Was it worth it?" Simmons: "Maybe???"

Grif comes to Simmons’s defense but mostly just because he wants to argue with Church:

Tex stands calmly in the blazing argument between villagers, completely ignoring it to instead call out a flying-under-everyone-else’s-radar wolf for being quiet:

Church ignores this because he’s in the middle of an argument with Simmons dammit:

Grif: “I'm just really thrown by how little sense [Church] is making this game”

Simmons calls Church “illogical and hysterical”

Tucker ignores this argument to get back to work on killing Wyoming

Simmons and Church continue verbally beating the shit out of each other going around and around in the same circles. Other people increasingly ignore them to agree that hey, Vic’s acting pretty weird, huh?

Caboose and Church get into a fight over Church wanting to vote Wyoming and Caboose wanting to vote Vic. Church:

Things spiral rapidly to them pointing at each other like “HAH alien!! You thought you could pretend to be [Church/Caboose] and fool me???”

(LMFAO O’Malley standing in the background like muhahaha yesss bloody infighting)

Caboose and Church deeply heartbroken that direct teamkills via voting aren’t enabled

(Will they find a way to teamkill city despite the odds against them?? Stay tuned!)

Doc’s diagnosis: “Caboose could be an alien? Or maybe Church? Or maybe neither? Sorry, my scanner’s not the clearest. They’re definitely not both aliens though :) !”

Tucker is coming around to agreeing Church has definitely been replaced by an alien, Church is not happy about it, and they’re getting into a sarcastic tiff over it:

Wyoming privately thinks the sim trooper infighting is hilarious and tries a bit of reverse psychology warfare on Caboose. Caboose is concerned that innocent Wyoming is falling in with a bad crowd:

Caboose promises to start eating hats if he’s wrong on this (he is):

Church is too angry for this to be enough he needs people dying if he gets misvoted:

Tied with Vic, Doc (there had been very little conversation on Doc idek why people are voting there. Poor Doc. Feels very IC to have people tryna throw him out for no reason), and Lopez to be voted off, Church starts getting… uh… weird in strategies to make people vote elsewhere. I think Church’s player didn’t even know why she was saying these things she just blacked out and Church’s angry spirit started screaming through her, seance-style. She’s vagueing about important role powers that will prove her village as soon as she claims them and also that will make everyone sooooo sorry if they vote her, just you wait and see!!!11!11

Several people LOL at this and tell her to put her money where her mouth is. Tucker’s player thinks the whole situation is p hilarious and compares this to how Church’s player is known for just, doing braggadocious shit that gets her caught as the imposter in Amongus with the confidence of someone that knows they’re not the imposter (I love her so much).

Church continues his Righteous Crusade against Simmons and Wyoming as if he has any sway and half the thread isn’t coming for his head. And also, uh, vagues having powers to “strong arm” the vote????

Literally I cannot begin to explain why she said that. Lying about having a very unusual role that would be a fairly wolf-skewed one (more beneficial for wolves than villagers so more likely to be assigned to a wolf) seems suboptimal for proving you’re village. I think she was just that full of rage and panic that she made up a thing to “blow up the whole goddamn world” with. God bless.

Church: Hey Sheila, remember the last time you FUCKING KILLED ME FOR NO REASON?

Sheila: Church, please, that was a long time ago. Let’s not hold grudges :)

Church: Was it a long time ago??? WAS IT, SHEILA?????

Coincidentally, the picture we had chosen for the day two vote tally posts:

Next: day 2 close

#red wwersus blue

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yennasun · 2 years

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Drabble #3; Marvelous Michael tarvors comeback (aka, me procrastinating more instead of continuing the main storyline)

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"Movie night!" Blue yelled as second and red gathered on the couch.

Green came running soon after with purple in tow, basically dragging them into the living room. Second swore he heard purple feet squeaking as they were dragged in.

Red followed soon after, although she had to excuse herself to go clean off from her days work.

"Movie night?" Purple asked

"Yeah! Every week or so, we all gather and vote on a movie. The movie with the most votes is the one we'll be watching!" Green explained enthusiastically.

Oh, that sounds fun!

Purple smiled at the thought.

"What movies w-someone get yellow!" Blue yelled out, before going to get yellow himself.

Purple heard an altercation occur from yellows room before blue barged back into the living room carrying yellow over his shoulder as she struck him on the back.

"Blue, you put me down right now!" She kicked and yelled

"Hell no, I'm not letting you work yourself till tomorrow morning!" He said as he body slammed her harmlessly on the couch.

Yellow glared up at him and blue responded with a simple shrug.

"Good on you blue, someone had to do it." Green said with a laugh.

They'd finished laughing about the whole ordeal (except yellow, who wasn't laughing at all.) And second scrolled through the movies that were playing on TV.

One was a horror movie, the other was sci-fi, one was a rom-com, one was a normal comedy, and one was a documentary.

"Oohh! I like that one!" Yellow perked up, pointing at the rom-com?

"Really, a rom-com? P-u-k-e" Red replied with a smug grin, clearly intending to annoy yellow

"Why does everybody hate rom-coms so much?" She threw her hands up.

"Umm...I'm thinking that one...yeah that one!" Blue pointed at the horror movie.

"I like that one too!" Red said

"I kinda want the sci-fi one, looks pretty cool." Yellow said

"Of course you'd want the sci-fi...actually I kinda wanna see it too" Green piped up.

"What about you second?" Red asked, turning to the orange hollowhead holding the remote.

"Uuuhhh...either'd fine with me."

"Dammit second, you do this every time!" Blue pointed at second

"Well whadayawantmetodo?!" Second yelled back, raising his voice an octave.

"I want you pick something for once!"

"I like both! If I could I'd watch both but we're too poor to have more than one big screen!"

Now it was greens turn to add to the drama.

"Listen second, poor isn't a status...it's a mindset and one thats verrryy hard to break out of." He said matter-of-factly

"We are not poor, second; we are broke" his deadpan delivery made everyone burst out laughing and alleviated the pseudo-drama between second and blue.

Once the laughter died down, they all turned to purple.

"What do you think purple, and don't follow second terrible example" Blue passed a look to second who chuckled under his breath.

Purple took a second to think about it.

"Uuummmm...that one!" They pointed at the Scifi movie.

"Well that's that" Green said

Second turned the movie on and they watched.

It wasn't a bad movie, although purple had trouble following the admittedly convoluted plot.

The special effects were nice and flashy, the action was just spaced out enough to give way for character development and there were moments of comedic relief without being overly cringy.

Once the movie was over, the sports channel switched on.

"Good evening lady's and gentlesticks and welcome back to Saturday night fights!" The anchors voice rang

"Ohh, ohh! It's fight night!" Green looked at the others excitedly

"You guys gotta check this out, it's so awesome!" He pleaded

They all decided to humor him, and the anchor continued.

"And today, our main event should prove to be very interesting. We have a returning legend of the sport, "Marvelous" Michael tarvor. Today he will be putting his 545-13 record on the line against top cruiserweight contender, Mathew Johnson. Tarvor has been missing for years now and was even presumed dead, but now returns in an attempt to make his comeback to recapture his former glory! Can he do it? We will see tonight!"

"545 to 13? Damn these guys fight everyone!" Blue quipped

"They sure do, they don't duck anyone and I love it!" Green said giddily.

Mathew Johnson made his walk to the arena in his hooded velvet robe, throwing punches at the air as he inched closer and closer.

But as the so called "Michael tarvor" made his walk, they all froze.

Yellow was the first one to speak up.

"Is that who I think it is?!"

Purple was shocked and even a little anxious at the sight.

It was him, without a doubt. Same height, face and even the same scowl he always wore.

The only difference was his build, he looked like he was made of bricks. He'd always been toned but this...he looked like he was on something...

Green voiced everyone's thoughts

"He's roided! He's roided up to his eyes without a doubt. the cheat!" He pointed angrily.

Second seemed lost in thought until he finally pieced it together.

"Michael tarvor....Michael tarvor...M...T...Oh it was right in front of us the whole time!"

As second finished, the fight started.

"Just so you guys know I already know who I'm rooting for!" Green said.

MT seemed to be more tentative, mainly using his jab.

He rarely threw he rear hand, instead jabbing and resetting distance.

This led to him getting tagged alot, which drew cheers from green and yellow.

"Yeah! Beat his ass!" Green shouted at the screen.

Purple themselves, despite their desire to help MT, took a bit of sick pleasure in watching the beating that transpired.

MT was getting lit up like a Christmas tree over the next 2 rounds, then in the 4th round Johnson let fly a vicious combination that dropped MT harshly.

Green cheered, thinking that was the end...purple knew better than anyone that it was NOT the end, sometimes purple questioned if MT even felt pain.

Purples suspicions turned to reality, but what shocked everyone wasn't that MT got up - it was how QUICKLY he popped back up. He got back up like he'd just taken a deft tumble and nodded at the ref deliberately.

They let the fight go, but MT continued taking brutal punches to the face, cutting and bloody'ing him badly.

As the rounds progressed, green and yellows cheers had stopped and their smiles were replaced by faces of pure disgust and disbelief.

Red was the first to get up and leave, being unable to witness the carnage in full, but the others just couldn't seem to take their eyes away no matter how much they wanted to.

MT got dropped 2 more times in the 5th and both times looked to be out cold, but he kept popping back up like nothing happened.

Halfway through the round, MT switched tactics and just threw punches.

It seemed like he wasn't even concerned with whether they landed or not, he just kept throwing.

Of course this left him open and he took more punches but was at least able to give some back in the process.

By the end of the 5th MT'S face had become a mask of blood, it spewed out of cuts over both of his eyes and down a particularly deep one on his forehead caused by an accidental headbutt on Johnsons part.

It was so bad purple could barely make out MTs facial features,

Once MT went back out for the 6th, blue had enough.

"Fuck this. This is just sick!" He said as he left the room

MT went down again from a nasty counter punch and green had switched up entirely.

"Stay down man...just stay down" MT did not in fact, stay down.

"C'mon just let it go!" He yelled in frustration as he watched MT get back up.

MT took more and more punches until purple themselves had enough.

"I'm leaving." They said, leaving green, yellow and second alone, with the latter cupping their mouth with their hand.

Even the commentators were in awe of the violence taking place, and from the 4th round onwards were slamming the ref for not stopping the fight.

The three continued to watch, but towards the end of the round MT seemed to roar back to life.

What transpired was simply amazing and inspiring, instead of being the verge of being stopped he was now punishing his opponent.

Instead of his mindless flurries of rhythmic punches hitting air, they all found their mark until Johnson was forced to back up and cover up.

He had Johnson pinned as MT fired away, lighting him up worse in those 45 seconds than Johnson had in the entire fight up to this point.

Johnson went down and green stared wide eyed.

"I'm gonna burst into flames if I keep watching this!" Second screamed, clearly hyped by the whole event. Green could also feel his heart rate spiking, and yellow was visibly sweating.

Johnson was saved by the bell, but when they came out for the 7th MT picked up right where he left off.

To his credit, Johnson tried to fight back. But they all knew there was no beating MT in a toe-to-toe dog fight.

They stood and traded until Johnson was forced to give ground due to MTs superior firepower, and MT continued to throw to his hearts content.

The 7th ended and they were all on their feet, green by this point was actually rooting for MT purely for the fact that he was the underdog.

The 8th round came and Johnson looked spent but MT, despite everything, still looked fresh and hungry for a knockout.

He stalked Johnson down, roaring out of his southpaw stance throwing hooks and uppercuts in combination.

By the midpoint of the 8th, Johnson stumbled away and grabbed hold of a rock to hold himself up as MT hammered away with punches to his head.

Once Johnson finally went down they saw MT point at him and smile through the blood.

The ref counted and they all held their breaths.

"8"

"9"

"10"

Johnson got to his feet but it was too little too late, he'd just been knocked out after being so close so many times.

The three all screamed out in unison, with second running laps around the couch and yellow jumping up and down.

"He won! He fucking won!" Purple heard green scream out from the kitchen.

They went back in the living room and the first thing they saw was MT walking away from a crumbled and defeated Johnson with his arms raised in Victory.

Purple was baffled, to say the least.

"What happened?" They asked over the yelling

"Some gladiator shit, that's what!" Yellow said

Once they calmed down, they explained how the rest of the fight went to purple who oddly enough wasn't surprised at MTs tenacity.

But this gave purple some ideas that they thought more on as they went to bed.

If they could catch one of his fights live at the arena, they could trail MT back to either his gym or maybe even his PC.

Purple would later discuss this plan with second, who'd front the money to buy seats in the venue.

But thats a story for another time.

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This was another one of those things that just started as an idea that popped into my head and I wanted to make a story around.

Because of that this one turned out disorganized and a little sloppy but I'm gonna do my best to not make a habit of it.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed!

#alan becker #avm #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm king orange #ava #avm mt #avm mango #au #usfc #avm yellow #avm the second coming #avm blue #avm green #avm purple #avm red

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benevolentbirdgal · 9 months

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watching the r primary debate with some red wine as streamed by a smarmy liberal dude. holy fucking shit a shitshow.

recap from a snarky blue haired progressive:

They opened with a message from Biden. Then a SONG that the candidates had to analyze the popularity of.

They all played Blame The Dems For The Economy, except Haley, who also quoting statistics on why the Republicans suck economically.

Christie said Ramaswamy talked like ChatGPT. Dammit Christie, I can't unhear it.

We got a whole 19 minutes in before the first "deep state" - DeSantis broke the levee on that one.

Minute 24: There was a video call from someone representing a conservative youth group. The kid basically said that climate change is biggest issues for young voters. How will you assure the American voter (esp the young voter) that you as prez/party leader care about this? The hosts asked for a show of hands if you believe humans are driving CC. Before anybody could Florida Man went on a rant about economics and China.

wait is Haley against the Dobbs decision? okay kindasorta asterick-asterick but she's WAY more moderate than the Florida man or the rest of the squad on stage. And also more realistic about getting the required senate votes. and actually named not arresting women for getting abortions.

DeSantis then had to ramble about abortion and how /he/ got it through in Florida and how he could totally get a national 6 week ban or more.

Minute 37 before anybody invoked their Christianity as political stance - Pencey-wency. (re aborsh).

oh the north dakota guy exists. right. he actually opposes a federal abortion ban. actually shocked he believes in the 10th amendment to that degree.

oh the Arkansas guy exists. he seems to think, much like Pence and DeSantis, he can just push it through on sheer power of will. same for Tim Scott.

Damn I wish I could play live shit on 2X.

Pencey-wency is walking a tight fucking line re Trumples.

47 minutes at invocation of Hunter Biden. (Christie, on crime).

49 minutes for "George Soros" (Florida Man).

ND Man's solution to crime to learn from small towns.

52 minutes to someone referring to Trump as indicated (Asa Hutchinson).

Hell of a tightrope that Christie is walkin' re: Trump.

I really do think Token Billionaire New To Politics buys his own bullshit.

Jersey Boy is out for blood. Productive? No. Panem & Circus? Yes.

so much flat out lying. from multiple people.

Florida Boy still won't answer yes/no questions.

Arkansas Dude actually said the word "insurrection." (1:07 in). and that he would not support a convicted Trump. genuinely surprised.

Jersey Boy actually seems to understand the VP oath of office as well. Haley dodged the question. DeSantis dodged it ramblingly.

Does Billionaire Man know what "contrition" means? Not convinced he does.

Is Pence pitching Jesus as his running mate? Or a physical copy of the constitution?

The Ukraine funding is actually showing some difference in opinion. From "not my problem THE BORDER" to "that's fucked up and we should fix it for humanitarian reasons but also to keep Russia away from us" to "not buddying up with Russia is empowering China." This seems to be the issue with the most diversity of opinion.

1:17 in and they have to explain how the bell works again.

More arguing about Ukraine. More arguing and non-cooperative-overlap regarding foreign aid and foreign military intervention.

Tim Scott: lets fire the IRS for national security!

There should be some mechanism where they CANNOT answer in rambles until they press a yes or no button. FFS.

DeSantis is REALLY into the anecdotes about "I met a random person and blahblahblah."

1:29 to "the wall" being said.

1:38 to "gender ideology" and "critical race theory" (Florida Man).

"The nuclear family is the great form of government known to mankind" - Billionaire's solution to education. Went on a rant about single mothers being "paid" to be single versus keeping a man around. he's winning the bonkers take award and it's not a field full of normal takes. see also: he wants the voting aged RAISED and having to take a test to vote?

1:43 - "lightning round" - "keep it 30 second, PLEASE."

1:46 "Judeo-Christian" (Scott). Followed by "break the backs of our teacher unions."

1:48: Jersey Boy has to answer a question about UFOs. "Would you level with the American people about what the government knows about these encounters?" not the most cray-cray question of the night.

Closing statements were pretty boring, honestly.

#politics #tw politics

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silver-rings-and-rabbits · 10 months

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Red White and Royal Blue thoughts

RIP June. The Super Six aren’t complete without you

I hoped Oscar Diaz would have more hair

‘What’s a bell end’ heheheheheheh

Hoping for the midnight ice cream scene (dammit it doesn’t happen)

Would completely covering the turkey cage make it difficult for them to breathe?

Snow on the ground looks fake, but for once it melts when it lands on people

It made me laugh when Casey McQ wrote that GB had a new PM in January…because that’s actually how 2019/2020 worked out it was the wrong PM

I’m sure the red room was acted exactly how Venessa Kelley on Instagram drew it

Loving Henry instantly examining the bookcase like a nerd

STOP MAKING OUT WHILST THE DOOR IS STILL CLOSING

Zahra having an aneurism and Henry and Alex going ‘aaaaaaaw you told Bea, let’s meet up!’ 🥰

Zahra in general tbh

Alex and Ellen on the couch 🥺

So he doesn’t call him an obtuse fucking asshole either?

C’mooon the V&A is supposed to be a happy scene…..I just feel like I needed more of Henry’s decision: not wanting what Philip has, what he’s destined for

I’d rather see the leak from the White House perspective a la the book.

The film just seems to have…watered down the reaction in every sense?!?

Where is Bea in all this? The sisterly relationship on both sides was so important

Oooooh would the king smoke a cigarette?

I was about to ask if he’d drink whiskey but under these circumstances he probably would

I’d accept a homosexual Prince. Royal family needs to move with the times. Good luck George

So Henry’s mother doesn’t finally break out of her grief-induced depression and stand up to her horrible mother (or father, in this case)? Disappointing

Stephen Fry just isn’t giving it the sternness of the monarch

SHOW US THE CROWD AND SHOW US THE STAR WARS MURAL AND SHOW US THE PROTESTS

No Zahra making out with Shaan?

Damn, even the presidential victory felt watered down

Final vote: 7/10. Was ok and was laughing a lot in the first half, but too much important detail cut out. Might watch again if the mood takes me.

#red white and royal blue spoilers #rwrb spoilers #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue movie spoilers

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