Wheels Up in Thirty

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.

This? This is a trap. This is concern baiting. Be very sure that shit like this is not in your best interest and does not care about you. The goal of rhetoric like this is conversion.

You’ll be welcomed and asked to ignore transphobia. You will be asked to side with transphobes at the expense of trans women. Eventually, you’ll be asked to see that, hey, maybe you transitioned to escape how terrible it is to be a woman?

ChatGPT is running out of money because they haven't actually figured out how to make money with the plagiarism engine they created.

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

“It would be different. If we could just give it another go-round.”

Today, Amazon announced the imminent launch of its newest endeavor, Kindle Worlds, a publishing platform for fanfiction. When I read the announcement, I was horrified, then angry, then sad. I want to take a moment to explain why this is such a tragedy.

“By using the platform, authors give all rights to the work to Amazon, who can then license your elements to other authors with no compensation to the original poster.”

-Emperor Poopytine

-Emperor Shitbag

-Emperor Tinydick

-Emperor FUCK (she was seven and knew 1 swear and was maybe not the most creative)

-Emperor Bitchface

Breha: *snickering* so wrong, dear… *collapsing to the floor in laughter* I can’t, I CANT, DEAR! OH MY STARS ABOVE! *cackles*

Bail, literally crying with laughter: I KNOW, IT’S SO FUNNY!

Breha: she called him Emperor [REDACTED]!!! *laughs, clears her throat, very serious* that is not a nice word, dear.

Bail, regaining his composure: you mother’s right. It’s a very bad word. You should not call people that.

Leia, a child, and therefore lacking any filter whatsoever: but the emperor is a big old [REDACTED]! >:/

and they both have that one person who sees past everything. all of the brokenness and the damage. that person, that boy who believed in them when they were only 13 and still 27 years later. that sees everything underneath the trauma and the walls. that makes them realize maybe they can be happy. maybe they are deserving of love and something good. because he is caring yet not overbearing, protective but not controlling. there’s that glimmer of hope.