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Mr. Steal Yo Girl

Once the dust settled in the ring and the crowd's cheers faded into the background, a heavy silence hung in the air. Shawn Michaels stood there, clutching the World Federation Championship belt tightly while confusion and disbelief washed over his face.

As the adrenaline of victory began to subside, a figure emerged from the crowd, weaving through the sea of shocked spectators. It was you, the reader, making your way towards the center of the ring. The bright lights above illuminated your determined expression, giving you an aura of strength.

With every step, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your heart. You had come to a decision, one that would change your life forever. As you reached Shawn Michaels, who still wore the expression of shattered dreams, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the words that would shatter his heart.

"It's over, Shawn," you whispered, your voice resonating with a mix of sadness and resolve. "I'm sorry, but I'm in love with Bret."

The words hung in the air, echoing through the silent arena. Shawn's eyes widened, his grip on the championship belt loosening as if trying to grapple with the reality of your confession. A mix of emotions played across his face, hurt and shock warring for dominance.

Meanwhile, backstage, Bret Hart watched the scene unfold on a monitor, a hint of guilt mixed with excitement flickering in his eyes. As you made your way back to the backstage area, a bittersweet smile traced his lips, knowing that the woman he had secretly desired for so long had finally chosen him.

When you reached Bret, the anticipation and tension in the air were palpable. Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you both. Without a word, you leaned in, and your lips met in a passionate kiss.

In that moment, all doubts melted away, and the confessions poured forth. You both spoke of the feelings that had blossomed but remained hidden, afraid of the consequences they may bring. Finally, the truth was laid bare, and a newfound love bloomed between you.

The world around you faded into the background as you embraced, the weight of the decision you had made lifting off your shoulders. The future was unknown and would not come without its challenges, but you were resolute in your choice. Love had unexpectedly found its way into your lives, forever altering the paths of all involved.

And as the world continued to turn, the tale of love entangled with ambition would be whispered in wrestling circles for years to come - a reminder that even in the midst of victory, the heart can sometimes lead us down an unexpected, yet ultimately fulfilling path.

Can you make a fluff about Bret missing brown reader and the reader missing Bret and a couple of days or months (you can decide on a days or months) they unite together, Bret was working of course and the brown reader was in Canada in both Bret's and there home

I manly think it's a Fluff and happy thing ty!

Ok ok yes I will write this 😊

this is truly the funniest timeline

Remember to vote down-ballot

If you live in the United States, you haven't been able to escape hearing about the presidential contest between Donald Trump and Kamala Harris.

But don't forget that there are other races on your ballot too. Research them before you go to the polls and decide how you are going to vote. You can find out who is running in your area on a local government website or at Ballotpedia.

Everywhere in the United States, you can vote on who to send to the House of Representatives.

In two thirds of the states, you can vote for a Senator.

In some states, various state and local officials are on the ballot. (In other states these contests are held in non-presidential years.)

Some states are holding referendums. You can vote for or against an amendment to your state's constitution, or for or against a law that the legislature has sent to an election.

In some localities you can vote on a bond issue that would authorize a local government to levy taxes for a special project.

If it's too much to remember, you can bring notes with you into the voting booth about who and what you want to vote for.

Some of you are not planning to vote because you hate both Harris and Trump. But you might find the other races to be meaningful to you. Get out and vote even if you leave the top of the ballot blank.

taylor swift trying to figure out how to incorporate entry-level feminist rhetoric into her lyrics without alienating her right-wing fanbase who make up half her sales and also trying to figure out how to merge her innocent and virginal country-pop white girl image with the instagram baddie aesthetic she’s trying to steal from black and brown women

Also btw trump recognizing only "the two biological sexes" harms intersex people too. I am a researcher of sex and it's affects on disease, and sex is far more complicated than "two sexes" and it always will be. Sex is multifaceted and there are far more than two binary sexes. Keep that in mind too. Don't fall into bioessentialism as you fight for trans people and intersex people.

Senate is gone which means we can’t get anything done anyways

Protecting The Musician

Request: Yes @chanbien

The atmosphere backstage was electric as I prepared for my performance. I had been working tirelessly on this set, and sharing the stage with someone as inspiring as Kamala Harris felt like a dream come true. My heart raced with anticipation, and I could hardly wait to showcase my music to an audience that included her.

As I stood by the side of the stage, tuning my guitar, I overheard a commotion in the audience. My stomach twisted when I recognized the loud, brash voice that cut through the excitement—Donald Trump. He had just taken the stage for a brief appearance, and it was clear he was up to his usual antics.

“Why are we even listening to her?” I heard him scoff, his tone dripping with disdain. “What has she ever done that’s so special?”

Anger flared within me at his disrespect for Kamala. This was a woman who had fought tirelessly for justice, equality, and the rights of others, and yet here he was, belittling her without a second thought. I could see Kamala standing tall and composed on the other end of the stage, radiating strength despite the jab.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this moment was bigger than us. It wasn’t just about a performance; it was about standing up for what was right. I could feel a surge of determination coursing through me. I was going to dedicate my set to her—to the resilience of anyone who faced disrespect and opposition.

When it was finally my turn to step into the spotlight, I walked out with my head held high. The audience was a mix of cheers and jeers, but I focused on Kamala, who was watching intently, her eyes encouraging. I strummed the first chord and let the music flow through me, pouring all my passion into every note.

As I sang, I could see Kamala smile, her presence invigorating me. I wrote the song with her spirit in mind—about resilience, empowerment, and standing up against those who try to bring us down. With each verse, I let my message resonate, hoping it would reach not only her but everyone in the room.

When I finished, the applause erupted, drowning out any negativity left lingering in the air. Kamala stood and clapped enthusiastically, her smile wide as she approached the front of the stage. My heart swelled with pride as she leaned down to speak to me.

“You were fantastic,” she said, her voice warm and genuine. “Thank you for reminding us why we stand strong together.”

In that moment, I knew that no amount of disrespect from anyone could change the power of our voices. We were here to uplift one another, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The indomitable strength that women like her embody. I poured my heart into the lyrics, each verse a tribute to those who had fought battles both seen and unseen.

The audience began to sway with the rhythm, some clapping along while others were caught up in the emotion of the moment. The notes danced in the air, filling the space between us with a sense of solidarity that transcended politics. In that fleeting instant, it felt as though we were all connected—each one of us standing up for a better future, inspired by a remarkable woman who dared to dream big.

As I reached the final chorus, I glanced back at Kamala, and our eyes locked. Her gaze was fierce, filled with pride and determination. I could see the impact of what I was doing; it wasn’t just a performance anymore. It was a declaration. A statement that no matter how loud the dissenters got, we’d keep singing and fighting for what we believe in.

When the last note hung in the air, the audience erupted into applause. I took a moment to let it wash over me, feeling the gratitude and support flowing from the crowd. But more importantly, I wanted to acknowledge Kamala. I gestured toward her, signaling my respect for her unwavering spirit and tenacity.

It was then that I saw something incredible happen. Kamala stood up and clapped, a broad smile on her face. It felt like a culmination of everything she represented—a celebration of resilience and the power of voice. In that moment, I realized that we were all part of something bigger than ourselves, a movement for change and hope.

After the show, I had the chance to meet Kamala backstage. With excitement bubbling inside me, I approached her, still riding the high of the performance. “Thank you for being such an inspiration,” I said, my voice tinged with awe. “Your strength means so much to artists like me.”

She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with kindness. “You have an incredible gift, Y/n. Never underestimate the power of your voice. Keep shining!”

Those words resonated within me as we spoke, solidifying my commitment to use my music as a platform for advocacy.

In a world where voices can often be drowned out, I vowed to be unyielding, to let my music speak for those who needed to be heard, and to carry forward the legacy of inspiring leaders like Kamala Harris.

As I left the venue that night, my heart swelled with purpose. I knew this was just the beginning, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next.

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

Baby Suprises

Imagine telling Bret that your Pregnant…

Y/n POV

Omg, omg, omg, I am so damn nervous and right now it’s almost time for Bret to come back. I’ve been keeping it a secret about a week that we finally pregnant. After a year of trying we’re finally pregnant. After getting the box ready with the pregnancy test and holding the blindfold I sat in the kitchen. I heard the car pulled up the driveway and I headed towards the front door and waited. I tried to keep my composure and not showing my nervousness.

I see him walking with bags in his hands and open the door.

“Hey baby what are you doing in the living room without the tv on.”

“W-well I have a surprise so sit the bags on the chair and put on the blindfold on me please.”

“Ook hopefully it’s not scary and good.”

“Boy shut up and do it please I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Yes ma’ma.”

He grabbed the blindfold and put it over his eyes. I grabbed his hands and walked him to the kitchen table and till he said some dumb shit.

“Babe I’m nervous and scare because you like to play a lot.”

“Bret come on it’s not funny and this is serious ok for me and you both.”

“Alright ok I’m stop joking.”

I sat down and let go of his hands and told him that he can look now. Taking off the blindfold and look into the box and noticed a huge smile on his face.

“Omg gosh your pregnant baby.”

Picking me up and spinning me around and kisses me softly.

“Yes I kept this secret for a week and I went to the doctor the another day without you knowing and after a year of trying were finally Bret. Finally we starting the family we always wanted babe.”

He holds my face and wipes my tears gently off my face and put his hand on my belly.

“I’m so happy and this is the best gift and surprise ever! Were finally pregnant and I can’t to start this journey with you.

I couldn’t help but laugh and cry as we hold each other one and sway side to side knowing that our family started to grow bigger and now we able to tell the rest of the family about the new addition to the family. This couldn’t get any better than that.