BeMoreVeronica

Naturally everybody will think it's fake because of the date only to lose their minds (both positively and negatively based on their opinion of trump) when realizing it's real

There will be massive celebrations in the streets and on social media and lots of predictable "don't speak ill of the dead" discourse about those celebrations

Weird evangelicals will pull some weird number trick talking about how Jesus was conceived on April 1st and that makes Trump a sort of messiah and people will make fun of that

The Republicans (after they're done with the faux-sadness and faux-outrage) will stomp over each other to be his successor but none of them will succeed. They'll tear each other apart and have no single nominee for the November elections.

There will be discourse about if Biden and the living former presidents should go to his funeral (they won't, he was a traitor insurrectionist)

The Ukraine-Russia War immediately goes in favor of Ukraine as morale in the Kremlin is reduced. China similarly backs off from its threats on Taiwan.

Ten thousand new memes are made, some sticking around for years to come.

“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.

“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.

“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”

Ok so suddenly I had lots of inspo and I wrote this, gonna finish it in a week or so, so do expect something from me after a whole damn year!!!!

For context in this AU Chandler is basically JD

The deafening whistling of the wind accompanied me through my ride to school, the pristine look that I wanted to have ruined by the morning climate. A soft sigh escaped my lips. 

Westerburg High loomed in the distance, and as it came closer to me, the realization of the responsibility that laid upon me truly dawned on me. Hundreds of lives depended on the decision that I would make this very day, and if that wasn’t enough, that exact choice is the one that would end her. 

For a long time, I wished for that charming, adventurous, and chivalrous prince – Or princess, I guess. – to come and whisk me off of my feet. Show me the real grandeur of this world, go on a monumental odyssey where we would venture into the wilderness together and get lost on eachother. Those dreams seemed to somewhat come true when she showed up.

This girl, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to glimmer with cleverness and eccentricness, the strawberry perfume that always followed her around, enveloping me in a warm cocoon of pleasant, familiar scents and the cunning smile that she always wore whenever she wanted to convince someone to do something that wasn’t particularly ethic. Oh so beautiful and oh so dangerous.

She managed to draw me like a moth to a flame even when the facade of kindness had inevitably cracked. One day, I noticed that when I looked into her eyes I didn’t feel that warmth that ran through my body and made me feel alive. Instead, those eyes seemed to contain something wicked and just wrong.