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i thought it would vanish into thin air quickly but since "nicholas chavez is over party" kinda thingy is happening all over social media, i'd like to hear everyone's thoughts...

i think people can be so dramatic these days ━ of course he could've declined the picture, he's a grown man, a person who gets a lot of attention at the moment, so he should know how to act in public.

as if for the "costumes" these guys were wearing ━ they are disgusting and i'm nauseous looking at them, why would they even think it's a good idea?

as if for nicholas, it's really hard to defend him anymore since he clearly doesn't have a PR guy who would tell him how to act in public. for the people who are saying that they're praying on his downfall ━ aren't you ashamed...? 😭

comparing nick to cooper is also ridiculous as they are VERY different people who choose to show their support in different ways, and it's okay. they're nothing alike and it's obvious.

and once again, i think nicholas has made some... questionable choices but he still has time to address this whole situation, and if he doesn't ━ nick, do better.

this makes me really sad because lyle and erik has spoken about him in such a kind way, not holding a grudge against him when he didn't visit them with cooper ━ once again, his choice. yet he takes a picture with guys that mock the abuse the Menendez brothers went through... it gives me an ick, not gonna lie. and it's not right of him.

no reason to cancel him though ━ people were saying he's "evil", "soulless", "full of himself" ━ and i have a hard time believing that. he seems so sweet, his love life is none of my business, but he's doing so many things wrong.

he seems like such a genuine guy, but i feel like he's lost himself in the sudden hype.

got called a dickrider on twitter (by people who are probably 12, but okay...) for choosing not to hate on him. it really surprises me how quick people can switch up, "i never liked him!!!!!!", "hes got these soulless eyes, he's the devil, glad i never found him attractive" ━ girl shut the fuck up, no one cares, i can promise you that. you're so different, we get it.

celebrities are also people, something a lot of consumers forget about. they are allowed to make mistakes, but they should learn from them. and he's such a young guy (saying this as a person 5 years younger...), there's a long road ahead of him and i honestly wish he could find himself again ♡

woof. that was long. i felt obligated to talk about this stuff because i am a nicholas focused blog, so...

anyways peace & love, and treat people with kindness ♡

Obviously the idea that Chinese people are some “others” and only realizing after downloading Xiaohongshu they’re Just Human Beings is bad, but I think the fact that people are learning is more important. Embarrassing, sure, but did you want them to live in a bubble forever? Is directly interacting with Chinese people on an unlocalized app not such a beautiful and fun way to learn about the world, free of American propaganda?

And it all came about because the US Government is banning TikTok due to fear of """Chinese spies"""… and now, faster than ever, Americans are forming friendships with Chinese folks. Amazing stuff, truly.

i mean i guess everyone who was bitching about harris for not being "inspiring enough" or for not being "hard enough on the border" gets their fucking wish

Man this country hates women SO much. ☹️

This feels like 2016 all over again and I sure as hell don’t want it to be.

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Surprise!

I couldn't contain my excitement as I sat in the audience, waiting for Bret's match to start at the WWF show in LA. You see, I had planned a surprise for him tonight. Bret was my favorite wrestler, and I had admired him from afar for so long.

As the lights dimmed and the music blared through the arena, my heart started racing. The energy in the crowd was electric as Bret's iconic theme song played. My eyes were fixated on the ring, eagerly waiting for him to make his entrance.

But little did Bret know, I was about to turn his world upside down. As he stepped into the ring, his eyes scanned the audience, unaware of what was about to happen. That's when I made my move. I had managed to secure a front-row seat near the aisle, strategically positioned for my surprise.

With butterflies in my stomach, I stood up and held up a handmade sign that read, "Bret, you're my hero!" His gaze met mine, and his expression shifted from confusion to pure astonishment. A smile spread across his face as he recognized the familiar words on the sign.

The match continued, but I could feel Bret's eyes on me throughout. There was an undeniable connection between us, fueled by the surprise and admiration we shared. It felt like time stood still as our eyes locked, the electricity between us pulsating with each passing moment.

Finally, the match came to an end, and Bret emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, but my attention was solely focused on him. I made my way backstage, nerves and excitement bubbling inside me like a cauldron.

As I reached Bret's locker room door, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door swung open, revealing Bret standing there, still sweaty from the intense match. His eyes widened with surprise as he saw me standing before him.

Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in an embrace that felt like home. His touch was electrifying, and I could feel the passion and gratitude radiating from him. In that moment, all the barriers between us disappeared, and we knew there was something special between us.

With the sound of cheers and the echo of the crowd still ringing in our ears, we found ourselves in a hotel room, lost in each other's embrace. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our bodies longing for closeness.

Time seemed to stand still as we explored the depths of our connection, fueled by the mutual admiration and surprise that brought us together. Every touch, every caress spoke volumes, conveying the unspoken words of longing and desire.

In that hotel room, we let go of the outside world, allowing ourselves to be immersed in the magic of the moment. It was a night filled with passion, excitement, and a connection that surpassed all expectations.

As we lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the surprise that brought us together. This unexpected rendezvous would forever be etched in both our hearts, a reminder of the power of surprises and the strength of our connection.

BLOODLUST

The office was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside. I sat behind my desk, surrounded by walls that held secrets darker than the night sky. My heartbeats were steady, unwavering—much unlike those of a mortal. I am Kamala Harris, Vice President of the United States, but tonight, I felt more like a creature of the night, an ancient being tethered to desires I had long buried.

When Y/n stepped through the door, everything changed. The air shifted, electric with the promise of something forbidden. I watched them as they approached, my gaze lingering on the gentle curve of their neck, the pulse beneath their skin—a tempting reminder of life itself. It was intoxicating, the way their blood sang to me, calling out in an unending serenade, stirring an insatiable hunger deep within that I fought to keep contained.

“Kamala, I thought we could go over the briefings for tomorrow,” they said, holding a stack of papers, their voice smooth and warm—a stark contrast to the chill that often surrounded me. But I hardly heard their words; all I could think about was how close they were, how their presence enveloped me like the darkness outside.

“Let’s put that aside for a moment,” I replied, my voice low and deliberate, cloaking the urgency that bubbled just beneath the surface. I leaned back in my chair, feeling like a predator watching its prey, my instincts teetering on the edge of control. The moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Y/n’s features and casting an ethereal glow around them, making my resolve waver.

Desire coursed through my veins, more potent than any political ambition I had ever known. It was as if the centuries I had lived had led me to this very moment—the pull between us undeniable, magnetic. Could I dare cross that line? The thought sent shivers down my spine, awakening a part of me that longed for connection, for companionship beneath the vast cosmos.

I stood from my chair, closing the distance between us, the scent of Y/n’s blood wrapping around me like a silken ribbon. “You’re more than just my assistant,” I confessed, every word heavy with meaning. “There’s something about you I can’t resist.”

Their eyes widened, surprise mingling with an awakening awareness—a spark that ignited the tension in the room. “Kamala…” they began, but I didn’t give them a chance to finish. The moment hung thick, filled with a potent mixture of fear and longing, and I knew I had to have them, to claim what was mine.

With a sudden, primal urge, I reached out, brushing my fingers against their wrist, feeling the warmth radiating from their skin. Everything in me screamed to take, to indulge in the primal desire that surged within—Y/n’s blood would not only satiate my thirst but bind us in ways that transcended time.

“Y/n,” I murmured, leaning closer, my breath fanning across their neck, intoxicating and overwhelming. “I want you to understand what this means. You are my mate… and once you feel it, there’s no turning back.”

The world outside faded, leaving only the two of us suspended in this moment, caught between light and darkness—a powerful connection waiting to be unleashed under the watchful gaze of the moon.

I don’t know how we’re letting trump get away with all this shit when I truly believe that if you threw a blanket over his head he would think it was nighttime and go to sleep like a bird

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