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This is proof that capitalism is not about freedom. Not even close.

In a system that values freedom, it would be expected that people would value living over working.

This is the same mentality as those who claimed to value freedom but owned slaves. They want freedom for themselves while everyone else serves them. They still haven't grown out of that.

Ain’t no way Trump just said the government would establish two genders: male and female, in his inauguration speech, and people are still trying to say that queer folks have no need to be scared 😭 fucking losing it

Anyone else feeling particularly radicalized by the TikTok ban?

I’ve been on edge all day. Scrolling through the app seeing all my favorite creators say goodbye. Crying at the thought of their small businesses failing. It’s been heartbreaking to see.

Unanimous. The Supreme Court voted unanimously to ban this app. Before gun control. Before healthcare reform. Before anything. The whole government is more worried about a fucking app.

It’s because they don’t want us communicating. If you keep the ants separated it takes a lot longer for things to happen amongst them. All I’ll say is this.. let this radicalize you, we need your rage.

Nick Fuentes tweeted "your body my choice" and is a neo Nazi, I do not give a single fuck about him being doxxed.

and yes.

I do get to pick and choose who I don't care about being doxxed.

yes it sucks that innocent people get doxxed. it's super shitty.

but it's also really funny when a rapist supporter gets doxxed because he deserves it.

I can comfortably apply this morality. easily too.

Sickness And In Health

Request by anonymous

I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.

He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.

The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.

Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.

"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.

Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.

The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.

Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.

"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"

A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."

Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.

Can you one where we are his wife and also a wrestler for valentine's day

Sorry I didn’t reply sooner but yeah sure I don’t mind.

Why is almost no one posting on Wattpad anymore or even here, like I want something to read after a hard day but most people have shifted to AO3 that has a problem almost every week.

Watching the elections hurts so bad. Because it’s no longer they voted for someone I dislike. It is they

- voted against my right for disability accommodation

- they voted against my sister right to love who she wants

- they voted against my friends feeling comfortable in there skin

- they voted against my mother being worth more than a wife

They voted against me and the people I love. They voted against our fundamental rights. And seeing HOW MANY fucking hurts. Do 62 million people really hate my existence that bad? Do 62 million people really think my sister doesn’t deserve happiness? Do 62 million people really see my mother as nothing more than a uterus?

Can 62 million people really be this hateful?

Your Teeth In My Neck

The sun had long set, leaving behind a dark and mysterious night. The sound of distant cars echoed through the empty streets as Y/n walked briskly, her mind occupied with thoughts the day. Lost in her own world, she didn't notice the figure that had been following her.

Bret, a captivating enigma, had been drawn to Y/n from the moment he laid eyes her. There was something her that intrigued him, a spark that ignited his curiosity. He couldn't resist the pull, feeling compelled to know more about this intriguing woman.

As Y/n turned a corner, she finally became aware of the person trailing behind her. Startled but unafraid, she stopped in her tracks, turning to face the mysterious stranger. The dim streetlamp illuminated his face, revealing sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to hold secrets.

Their gaze locked, an unspoken connection forming between them. Y/n's heart began to race, unsure of what to expect yet strangely captivated by the intensity in Bret's eyes. Without saying a word, he took a step closer, closing the distance between them.

In that moment, time stood still. The air crackled with anticipation as Bret reached out, his hand lightly brushing against Y/n's cheek. She gasped at the touch, feeling a surge of electricity course through her veins. It was as if his fingertips sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.

A mixture of fear and excitement consumed Y/n as Bret leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. With hesitant yet eager anticipation, she tilted her head, allowing him access.

Bret's lips brushed against the delicate skin of Y/n's neck, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She felt a primal connection forming, an ancient desire awakening within her. It was as if their souls had been entwined for centuries, and this moment was the culmination of their shared history.

With each gentle nip and caress of Bret's teeth on her neck, Y/n felt herself surrendering to the intoxicating sensation. The boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred, creating a symphony of ecstasy that consumed her entirely. She was under his spell, willingly giving herself to this forbidden dance.

As the night deepened and their desires intertwined, Bret and Y/n became lost in a world of passion and hunger. They were like two sides of the same coin, destined to be entangled in each other's embrace. And as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, they knew that this connection would forever linger within them, leaving an indelible mark on their souls.