Already Seeing People On Tiktok Saying “I Still Hate Trump But He Ate With This One” Like … Babes

Reminder for when he “saves” it. He was the one who wanted this, and now he gets to be the hero and win favour with young constituents. Don’t give him the credit for fixing his own problem.

why is there no good bobby nash x readers? please i have daddy issues

joe biden, you stupid fuck. listen to me. Crimes are legal for sitting presidents as long as they’re official actions. Listen: Joe. You have one chance

how did they let this happen Again?

oh, so you wanna 'make america great again' but only for the cishet white men, right? only for the people who can afford to pay for taxes and healthcare with no problem, right? only for people who can support themselves and their family, right? spoiler alert: america isnt just the people you want it to be. its everyone in this country. you cant pick and choose who you want to represent yet thats exactly what donald trump is doing and it needs to stop

I am begging for ussop/Jacob Romeo x reader plz. Idk how but I need it. I’m begging ugh he’s so fine

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Pray You Catch Me

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the city skyline. Bret sat on the edge of a rooftop, his thoughts consumed by the haunting melody of a familiar song. It had been months since he last saw Y/n, and the ache in his heart seemed to intensify with each passing day.

As the lyrics of "Pray You Catch Me" echoed in his mind, Bret couldn't help but where their love had gone astray. They were once inseparable, their souls entwined in a bond that felt unbreakable. But somewhere along the way, they had lost their connection, becoming two strangers who once knew every inch of each other's hearts.

The night breeze rustled through Bret's hair, carrying with it the faint scent of Y/n's perfume - a painful reminder of what they had lost. He closed his eyes, allowing the memories to wash over him like waves crashing against the shore.

He remembered the first time they met, the instant spark that connected them. Their laughter filled the air as they explored the world together, creating memories that seemed impossible to forget. But as time passed, cracks began to form in their foundation, and they found themselves drifting apart.

Bret's heart ached with regret for the mistakes he had made, the words left unspoken, and the moments of doubt that cast shadows over their love. He longed for a chance to make things right, to apologize, and to hold Y/n's hand as they navigated life's challenges together.

With a deep breath, Bret reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He hesitated for a moment before pressing Y/n's number, hoping against hope that she would answer. As the phone rang, thoughts raced through his mind - would she forgive him? Would she give their love another chance?

Finally, a soft voice murmured from the other end of the line. It was Y/n. Bret felt his heart skip a beat as he struggled to find the right words. "Y/n, it's me," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of apprehension and hope. "I've been listening to this song, and it made me realize just how much I miss you... how much I still love you."

There was a pause, and Bret's heart seemed to hang in the balance. Then, a sigh escaped Y/n's lips, followed by a barely audible "I miss you too, Bret." In that moment, hope flickered in Bret's chest like a small flame, igniting a renewed belief that their love could find its way back home.

Together, they vowed to open their hearts, to communicate, and to rebuild what was broken. As the night sky enveloped them, they held onto each other tightly, united in their desire to rediscover the love that once seemed so effortless. With every step they took, they prayed that their journey would lead them back to a place where their love could thrive once again.

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