ONE EYE POINTING OUT IS A SYMPTOM OF SYPHILIS

I am embarrassed by every Latino that voted for trump. y'all are clowns

Vampire Secret

Bret and the reader sat together, enjoying a evening. They had been in a loving relationship for four years, cherishing each's company and sharing their deepest secrets. Or so the reader thought.

In the midst of their conversation, the air suddenly shifted, and the reader could sense that something was off. Bret's eyes narrowed as he stared into her soul, searching for answers. His voice trembled with disbelief as he finally found the to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind for some time.

"Are you...a vampire?" Bret's voice quivered with a mix of suspicion and fear.

The reader's heart sank, realizing that her carefully guarded secret had been exposed. Panic surged through her veins, unsure of how Bret would react to the truth. She took a moment to compose herself before finally admitting, "Yes, Bret, I am a vampire."

A profound silence filled the room as Bret absorbed the weight of her confession. Conflicting emotions flashed across his face – betrayal, confusion, and a hint of fear. The reader desperately searched his eyes for a sign of understanding, hoping that their love would prevail over this revelation.

However, Bret stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His expression hardened with resolve. "How could you keep something like this from me? For four years, I've trusted you completely, and yet, you've been hiding such a significant part of yourself." His voice cracked with emotional turmoil.

Tears welled up in the reader's eyes as she tried to explain, "I was afraid, Bret. Afraid of losing you, of being rejected for what I am. I didn't want my true nature to overshadow the love we shared."

Bret's shoulders slumped, his anger softening into a mix of sadness and resignation. "Love should be built on trust and honesty. By keeping this secret, you've compromised the foundation of our relationship. I need time to process all of this."

With that, Bret walked towards the door, leaving the reader behind in a whirlwind of emotions. She watched as he disappeared into the night, her heart shattered by the consequences of her decision.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Bret never returned. The reader was left with an aching void and the bitter realization of how costly her silence had been. She learned the hard way that hiding her true self could lead to losing the one she loved most.

Through the pain, the reader found solace in the learned. She vowed to embrace her vampire identity openly and honestly, knowing that true love would come when both parties accepted each other completely. The experience taught her the importance of trust,, and the courage to be authentic in every aspect of life.

And so, as the passed, the reader carried the memory of Bret and their lost love, always striving to live life free from secret burdens and unspoken truths.

I am seeing the results and the way it's likely going in the US. Haven't fully wrapped my mind around what another Trump win would mean yet. Realising that I hadn't ever believed that people would actually do it, but more fool me, I suppose.

When I did contemplate this outcome I thought I might make a sardonic post aimed at the third party voters being like "oh wow I'm sure this presages such a relief for the people of Gaza," but fuck that, this is too fucking grim to even joke about that if I'm honest.

Oh, cool. Cool cool cool.

So... we're heading for an era of extreme reactionary backlash.

The question is it going to be like 1980's style or 1930's style.

We shit on rainbow capitalism (as we should), but it is a good indicator of social acceptance of LGBTQ people. When brands are loud and proud about how much the support gay people('s money), it means the social conditions have moved in our favor and the potential backlash is weak.

Right now, the power is shifting back to the fascists. That's bad.

Maybe Trump isn't so bad after all I got my cooking tiktoks back 🥰

i hope you can’t ever get your propaganda pasta to be al dente

i fear i have read every nicholas alexander chavez fic ever on this app… and im craving more 💔💔

This may seem silly but this is what I needed to hear in 2016, so I’m going to say it now. It’s okay to feel hopeless or angry or scared or betrayed or even just mildly nauseous. However you feel is the right reaction for you. You’re just not allowed to kill yourself. You are too good, too valuable, too important for this to be the thing that takes you. Yes the world is a mess, but taking one good person out of it isn’t going to make it any better.

So take care of yourself. Wrap yourself in that blanket. Get that hug. Eat that mug cake. Find your life preserver whatever it may be and keep going. You are stronger than you realize.

Deciding to do something when you’re feeling defeated is hard. If all you can take care of is you today, focus on doing that. Tomorrow or a week from now you can look at what your community needs to do to weather the storm in the long term. Yes communities are hurting now, but having to grieve one more person isn’t going to make anyone’s life any better. Please keep going. Please don’t let this election take you too.

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.

idk something about being a girl and having 2016 be the first election I remember and this being the first election I am actually politically aware of just sucks and I know she hasn’t lost yet and there still is hope but like really is a woman that much worse than that man. And I know it’s not just about gender, it’s also about politics, but this reminds me too much of my math classes throughout middle and high school. I love this country, every speck of my souls belongs to it, but sometimes.