Can someone write Kamala Harris x reader wlw fanfics for me
GUYS we need more Van Helsing fics PLEASE Hugh looked so delicious in that movie it was so good and so campy and so lone hero and he's criminally underwritten
Only why I’m not uploading more Bret Hart Imagines because I actually want people to send me suggestions of what to write. Not just me just writing and now writing random imagines. So if anyone has something for me to write just send me a request.
Hello and welcome to the Bret Hart Imagines
You can request of y’all want me to write down in the comments or in the dms.
What I will write
Smut
Fluff
Sad
Angst
Platonic
Romantic
Family
Gore
Yandere
What I will not write
R*pe
Hard core abuse
Incest
Pedophilia
Non-con
Also this is black reader/Oc/Celebrity because there are barely Black reader anything. Another thing I would not use his REAL children or wife’s!!!
I am embarrassed by every Latino that voted for trump. y'all are clowns
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.
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.
I can't sugarcoat it guys.
He's a racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, slimy piece of shit who's been found guilty of 30+ felonies and legally liable for rape, not to mention the fact that he invited an insurrection when he lost an election fair-and-square.
Even with all this in mind, we're about to make him president again.
And the bitch of it is, while him winning in 2016 sucked hard, but we could at least take comfort in the fact that it was a statistical accident; there was a gaping hole in our election methodology that he managed to crawl through. Not so this time.
This time, he just fucking won.
Can someone write Kamala Harris x reader wlw fanfics for me
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.
no more abortion rights
no more trans rights
no more board of education
no more progress in climate change
no more ukraine
no more palestine
no more safety
no more freedom
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