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I haven’t said anything about the way men have voted because it was a given imho. I never count on the benevolence of men. There’s a lot to be said about how Latinos and Asians voted, that’s not something I can comment on. Sending me anons saying I’m racist to white women won’t change the election results. I know not all of that demographic voted for trump but all of the women in the us will have to live with the outcome of the election. When you have black women voting 90% for Harris in some states am I supposed to blame them for this too? I’m not gloating by saying this. There is a crisis of dignity and lack of self-respect in some populations and I’m not evil for pointing that out

I really want to write about poppy playtime right now, if anyone has any requests!

Please send this person some requests please

𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼ˊ𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒٫ 𝐼ˊ𝑚 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑢𝑔𝘩ˊ𝑠 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 (𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚) :))

Hate to be that bitch but where’s the ava x reader stories ??? Actually where the avanine stories too while we at it ???

If Kamala looses I don’t think I can live in America anymore.

I am queer. I am disabled. I am terrified. If he wins and I stay, that’ll be the end of my life as I know it. I will become a crime.

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.

how did they let this happen Again?

ONE EYE POINTING OUT IS A SYMPTOM OF SYPHILIS

MOVING BACTERIA ON THE SKIN, AS SHOWN HERE, IS A SYMPTOM OF SYPHILIS

IF YOU SEE A SYPHILIS LESION ON YOUR BODY, OR HAVE ONE EYE POINTING OUT - PLEASE UNDERSTAND IT IS VERY VERY DANGEROUS AND SEEK HELP. SYPHILIS TURNS INTO NEUROSYPHILIS.

Please reach out to children and adults who may appear to have it. it can be transferred by people accessing bathroom material in public places or at home if family members have accessed material in public.

Are you seeing a BLUE CIRCLE with bacteria in it, or any amount of moving bacteria on your body? That is a big sign you should talk to a doctor.

Walking problems can eventually happen as well. The bacterial eats your flesh and eventually your bones as well.

I know its in every tv commercial and athlete etc but it is real and you should get help, so should they!

Do you feel like you have lightweight, bendy "jello-bones" or "bird bones" ? You may have syphilis as well. PLEASE SEEK HELP, MEDICAL ADVICE AND PENICILLIN RIGHT AWAY!

Symptoms include one eye pointing out, uneven walking, lowered IQ and eventually very very dangerous painful life-ruining symptoms as you can see in the information included here.

Please do your own research and stay safe, but please look into it ASAP if you have symptoms or your children/parents do !

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.

Cocky Bastard

Heelbret

As I sat at the commentary desk, analyzing each match with my sharp wit and insightful comments, I couldn't help but notice Heel Bret's confident swagger as he made his way down the ramp. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes that hinted at the chaos he was about to unleash.

"You know, Y/n," he began, his voice oozing with charm, "I can't help but be captivated by your beauty and intelligence as you sit there at ringside. It seems you are more than just a commentator. You're a force to be reckoned with."

His flirtatious tone caught me off guard, and I raised an eyebrow, not sure if I should play along or maintain my professionalism. "Oh, Bret," I replied, my voice a mix of amusement and skepticism, "I appreciate the compliments, but let's not forget that the real action is in the ring, not in our banter."

Heel Bret chuckled, undeterred by my response. "Ah, Y/n, your quick wit only adds to your allure. But trust me, I am well aware of your ability to captivate an audience. It takes one charismatic performer to recognize another."

His cockiness irked me, but I couldn't deny the underlying chemistry between us. "Bret, there's a fine line between confidence and arrogance," I retorted, my voice laced with a touch of challenge. "And it seems you've crossed that line more times than I can count."

He flashed me a self-assured smirk, leaning closer to the commentary desk. "I prefer to call it embracing my greatness," he countered, his gaze intensifying. "But don't worry, Y/n, I'll make sure to give you front-row access to witness my victory tonight. Perhaps then, you'll understand the irresistible charm that sets me apart."

His words made my pulse quicken, a mixture of annoyance and intrigue bubbling within me. "Oh, I've seen your performances, Bret," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "But I can't say I'm convinced just yet. Actions speak louder than words in this ring, remember?"

Heel Bret's grin widened, and he leaned even closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You're right, Y/n," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. "Actions do speak louder than words. And tonight, I plan on showing you just how powerful my actions can be."

The intensity of his gaze and the promise in his words sent a rush of adrenaline through me. It was undeniable - Heel Bret knew how to work a crowd, how to draw people in with his charisma. And in that moment, he had my full attention.

As the night unfolded, Bret delivered a thrilling performance, captivating the audience with his athletic prowess and showmanship. Each move, each taunt was calculated to elicit a reaction, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetism.

With each passing match, our banter grew more heated, the flirtation more palpable. The lines between professional rivalry and personal attraction blurred, leaving me wondering if there was more to Heel Bret than met the eye.

As the final match approached, Heel Bret sauntered over to the commentary table, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Y/n," he said, his voice low and husky, "this is it. The moment of truth. Will you finally admit that I am the most captivating performer in this ring?"

I looked into his eyes, seeing the fire and determination within them. "Bret," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of admiration and defiance, "you've certainly proven yourself tonight. But true greatness isn't just about captivating an audience; it's about leaving a lasting impact."

Heel Bret's smirk faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "You're right, Y/n," he said, his tone softer now. "There's more to being a performer than just grabbing attention. It's about connecting with people, making them feel something."

In that moment, the flirtatious banter fell away, and we shared a genuine understanding. Heel Bret had shown me a different side of himself, a vulnerability hidden behind the cocky persona.

The night ended with Heel Bret emerging victorious, the crowd on their feet, cheering for his triumph. As he made his way up the ramp, our eyes met one final time, and a knowing smile passed between us.

Though our paths may have seemed at odds, there was an unspoken bond rooted in our shared love for the world of professional wrestling. And who knows what the future held? Perhaps our paths would combine?