I Need To Be So Fucking Serious Right Now And Say That For The Love Of God Or Whatever Please No Matter

Hey y’all, I’m gonna shoot my shot at writing fanfics again (it’s been years lol) so do ya have any requests? :3

(My current hyperfixation is Poppy Playtime, so I’d like to write some x reader’s about a few of the characters >:3)

via NYPost: Immigration and Customs Enforcement is preparing to launch a “big f–king operation” across sanctuary cities — including Chicago and New York — immediately after President-elect Donald Trump’s inauguration, multiple sources told The Post.

Starting Jan. 21, multi-day “ground operations” will be launched across cities that have served as safe havens for migrants because the local authorities do not cooperate with the federal government when it comes to immigration issues, sources said.

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if you all don’t send more alicent x fem reader, rhaenyra x fem reader or rhaenicent x fem reader requests i’ll simply die

My Protector

Request by anonymous

The arena was buzzing with excitement as the crowd eagerly awaited the next match. Tonight was a special occasion as I, Y/N, a skilled wrestler in my own right, was teaming up with my husband, Bret, for a tag team match. The fans erupted into cheers as our entrance music blared, the spotlight shining down on us as we made our way to the ring.

Standing side by side with Bret, I felt an undeniable sense of pride and camaraderie. We were a force to be reckoned with, a duo that complemented each other's strengths and shared a deep bond both in and out of the ring. As the match began, we moved with precision and harmony, our opponents putting up a formidable fight but ultimately falling short against our united front.

However, the tide quickly turned when Bret's opponent resorted to a cowardly move, blindsiding me with a brutal attack that sent shockwaves of pain through my body. The arena fell silent as I stumbled, the world spinning around me as I struggled to regain my bearings. The gasps of the crowd echoed in my ears as I clenched my jaw, refusing to show weakness in the face of adversity.

Through blurred vision, I saw Bret's expression darken with fury and concern as he witnessed the injustice inflicted upon me. The primal instinct to protect his loved one surged within him, igniting a fire in his eyes as he turned his attention to the aggressor who had dared to harm his wife.

As Bret launched into a relentless assault, every blow he delivered was a fierce declaration of his love and allegiance to me. The crowd's cheers transformed into roars of support as they rallied behind us, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch as Bret fought with unmatched ferocity, his every move fueled by a potent mixture of rage and determination.

Despite the pain coursing through my body, I refused to stay down. With grit and resilience, I rose to my feet, the fire of determination burning brightly in my eyes. Side by side, Bret and I stood tall, a formidable team that would not be broken. Together, we faced the challenge head-on, ready to overcome whatever obstacles stood in our way.

Pretty eyes and lips

Y/n found herself captivated by the intensity of Bret's gaze as they locked eyes. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a realm of their own. His eyes held a mysterious depth, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Every flicker of emotion was reflected in his gaze, his eyes speaking volumes without uttering a word. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she felt the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if their souls were intertwined, dancing to a rhythm only they could hear.

Unable to tear her gaze away, she traced the contours of his lips with her eyes, noticing every subtle curve and the way they slightly parted as he spoke. The temptation to lean in and steal a kiss grew stronger with each passing moment. She wondered if he felt the same magnetic pull, the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air.

But as thrilling as the notion was, Y/n couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness. What if she misread the signals? What if she was imagining a connection that wasn't really there? Doubts clouded her thoughts, causing her to hesitate.

Yet, despite the uncertainty, Y/n found herself drawn back to Bret's eyes, searching for answers. In their depths, she saw a flicker of longing, a hint of vulnerability that mirrored her own. It was the silent affirmation she needed, the reassurance that they were both walking this uncharted path together.

And so, with a surge of bravery, Y/n took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. As their eyes remained locked, she leaned in ever so slightly, her breath mingling with his. In that moment, time stood still, and the world faded away once more, leaving only the magic of their connection.

Words may have failed them, but their eyes and the unspoken language between them said it all. It was a moment filled with the promise of something beautiful, something that would leave an indelible mark on their lives.

As they stood there, lost in each other's gaze, Y/n knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable love story - one filled with passion, adventure, and a love that would endure the test of time.

Together, they were ready to embark on a journey where their hearts would guide them and their souls would intertwine, forever bound by the magic of their love.

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Everyone has the potential to fall victim to being indoctrinated into a cult. Anyone can be sexually assaulted. Anyone can become a victim of an abusive relationship. Yes, even if you're intelligent and strong willed. Yes, even if you think you're tough and "don't take shit from anyone".

If you've never found yourself as the victim of a cult, or sexual assault, or abuse, the only thing separating you from people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse is circumstance. That's it. Sheer luck. Luck over what family you were born into. Luck over who you were surrounded by when you were emotionally compromised or in any way vulnerable. Ect.

You are not better than people who have been victimized. They didn't do anything wrong to ask to be victimized. Anyone can be victimized by these situations given the perfect storm of circumstances. You are not better than people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse.

You need to understand that if you are lucky enough to have never been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse, it's very little to do with how smart or strong you are or you doing all the "right" things. Someone can be smart and strong and do all the right things and still find themselves a victim given the perfect storm of bad circumstances.

The sooner this can be understood, the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture. And the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture the sooner atrocities like cults, sexual assault, and abuse can stop being so prolific. Victim blaming culture allows these atrocities to thrive. And they will continue to thrive until we shift the blame to where it rightfully belongs.

anon/ask/request OPEN!

send your filthiest nsfw and fluff sfw robb, jon, cregan, jace, etc GoT/HOTD anons/asks/headcanons/requests i’ll try to write them asap :)

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