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@jenni-milliaot
CAUSE EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING
EVERY TIME WE KISS I SWEAR I COULD FLY
CAN’T U FEEL MY HEART BEAT FAST, I WANT THIS TO LAST
NEED YOU BY MY SIDE
This is the closest gif that can really capture the utter chaotic energy that is released when people hear this song
you're humming. Santa's cheating on Mrs Claus And you're humming. Santa's committing blatant adultery with an ingénue sugar baby w/ the voice of an angel Eartha Kitt. and you're SINGING ALONG
The combination of good kush + alcohol
Have you ever asked yourself: “What does the skunk say?” unmute to find out
what a good and respectful wildlife interaction, from both sides!
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Replaying Cyberpunk 2077, I am increasingly enjoying the concept of Johnny Silverhand. More RPGs should feature an intangible NPC who accompanies you on your adventures, is a highly opinionated asshole, and provides no assistance whatsoever. What's Johnny going to do today? Is he going to spice up an otherwise boring quest with a private-eye monologue? Is he going to lie to me about his own life to make me lose a Johnny Silverhand trivia contest? Is he going to give me a poetic and beautiful speech about living on despite the odds? Is he going to launch into an unhinged political rant? Is he going to somehow inexplicably make this conversation about his dick? I don't know, I don't think he does either. V is trying to deal with The Horrors of Cyberpunk and also their own impending death and ALSO live the life of an unstoppable supermerc and they're stuck in a torment nexus Get Along Sweater with a dead terrorist rockerboy who sucks in every way imaginable and it's great.
Honestly haven’t seen Johnny described so perfectly before. Perfectly captures his nature all round just brilliant!
this might be the most insane thing in the history of the entire US actually
the corrupt SCOTUS now ruled that “The nature of Presidential power entitles a former President to absolute immunity from criminal prosecution for actions within his conclusive and preclusive constitutional authority. And he is entitled to at least presumptive immunity from prosecution for all his official acts. There is no immunity for unofficial acts.”
on god we’re backsliding into presidential autocracy during independence day week
Sotomayor went on to list “nightmare scenarios” involving illegal conduct by a future president that would, she argued, be shielded from criminal prosecution under the court’s ruling.
“Orders the Navy’s Seal Team 6 to assassinate a political rival? Immune. Organizes a military coup to hold onto power? Immune. Takes a bribe in exchange for a pardon? Immune. Immune, immune, immune,” she wrote.
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This is insane.
Finally, Roberts does concede that the president may be prosecuted for “unofficial” acts. So, for example, if Trump had personally attempted to shoot and kill then-presidential candidate Joe Biden in the lead-up to the 2020 election, rather than ordering a subordinate to do so, then Trump could probably be prosecuted for murder.
But even this caveat to Roberts’s sweeping immunity decision is not very strong. Roberts writes that “in dividing official from unofficial conduct, courts may not inquire into the President’s motives.” And Roberts even limits the ability of prosecutors to pursue a president who accepts a bribe in return for committing an official act, such as pardoning a criminal who pays off the president. In Roberts’s words, a prosecutor may not “admit testimony or private records of the President or his advisers probing the official act itself.”
That means that, while the president can be prosecuted for an “unofficial” act, the prosecutors may not prove that he committed this crime using evidence drawn from the president’s “official” actions.
The practical implications of this ruling are astounding. As Justice Sonia Sotomayor writes in a dissenting opinion, “imagine a President states in an official speech that he intends to stop a political rival from passing legislation that he opposes, no matter what it takes to do so,” it follows from Roberts’s opinion that the ensuing murder indictment “could include no allegation of the President’s public admission of premeditated intent to support” the proposition that the president intended to commit murder.
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so what youre gonna wanna do is crush the garlic and ginger instead of just slicing it ok, it releases more of those good flavors. yoshi is going to eat me and turn me into an egg now, i love you. remember everything i taught you
started playing sdv again and remembered how much i love my husband :')
u ever see someone with extremely fucked up views (or actions) and think wowww if a couple of things in my life went the tiniest bit differently that would have been me
I think most people would benefit from reflecting on how this might be true for them
Sometimes people bitch about media, both fiction and nonfiction, that they think "humanizes" bad people, especially bigots fascists Nazis et cetera. And I'm just like. Hey. Hey. The problem is. They ARE human. HUMANS did that. Your next door neighbor could do that. Your grandma could do that. You could do that.
"No I'm a good person" why? Because you've gotten lucky and not seen propaganda yet that perfectly hit your buttons? Because you had people to correct you when you fucked up? Idk man I don't think we're all so different from the bad people. We're all just people.
Reminding ourselves of our shared humanity with terrible people does NOT serve to justify their actions. It serves to remind us that the seeds of what happened to them could get into us as well, or might already have. It reminds us to be vigilant and interrogate the hatred inside us.
If you convince yourself that you're just an Inherently Good Person who would never believe hateful things well. Now any little hateful thing that makes its way inside you undetected is never going to be interrogated. It will be left to grow undisturbed.
If you remember that those things can get into anyone, you know to look out for them, and weed them out when they appear, and take the criticism when others point them out in you. So remember, that could have been you. If you forget, maybe it will be.
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the next big Marvel villain is gonna be named “Killworker” or something and his catchphrase is gonna be “workers of the world unite, we have nothing to lose but our chains” and he’s gonna slit a child’s throat as he says it
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Against all of your attempts, Armin was hauling everything out of the Jeep by himself. Sometimes his chivalrous ways really seemed outdated you thought as the cooler slammed into his forehead and sent his sunglasses flying.
“Just concentrate on picking a good spot ....and the towels.” was all he said as he pulled the umbrella out with caution, not wanting to tip the cooler again.
You snickered at his one negative trait, not knowing when to ask for help. Swiftly, you picked up his sunglasses and placed them on his head as he lifted the cooler.
“Thank you babe.” Arimin said but still shook his head when you reached for the umbrella. "I got it."
Stubbornness.
“You see Freedom, that’s what stubborn people get.” You directed this at your brand new, two month chocolate lab, Freedom, who was sat patiently witnessing his parents exchange.
Knowing insisting would be fruitless, with towels tucked under your arm and Freedom in tow, you began scouting the sand for a spot.
Being a Tuesday afternoon it was only a matter of seconds until you found the perfect place on the far right side of the scattered and mostly empty beach. You’d have no one around your tent and the water would be able to touch your toes with every wave.
Your boyfriend ended up caving in a little, handing you the picnic basket as he juggled with the cooler, umbrella and, blankets.
You struggled lifting your flip flops as the sand kept inundating them, Armin followed closely behind as you made your way to the designated spot. Freedom eagerly took the lead and jumped through the sandy dunes sending mini sand catapults your way.
"He's going to love it! Look he's so excited! Aren't you boy? Who's a good boy?" Armin said in that weird baby voice all new dog owners seem to adopt. Freedom looked back wagging his tail as if completely understanding Armin's babbling and you laughed.
"On no there'll be two of you? Now we'll really never leave!" you said feigning a tone of despair to which you felt your boyfriend press a kiss on your cheek as he caught up with your stride.
The three of you now stood over the spot, you took the blanket from the top of the cooler Armin held and, spread it evenly on the sand.
“Perfect babe, we can build a sandcastle around here for Freedom..” He trailed off, eyeing the waves that were rolling in.
"Almost thereeeee!" you teased your entranced boyfriend who stood next to you on the sand but whose mind was already in the depths of the ocean. Armin turned back to you with a sheepish smile and in record time he had set everything up. He'd planted the umbrella firmly to shield you from the scorching sun and set down the cooler leaving it open for you, offering you its contents. As soon as he was sure you were comfortable and chugging a chilled water bottle he kicked off his flip flops and ran into the sea, shirt and all.
“Come here Freedom!” He called to his new best friend laughing as the young pup followed him blindly into the water jumping back when the wave crashed into him.
The only thing that would ever rival his love for you would have to be his love for this place, you thought as you took another chilly swig from the bottle. 95% of your relationship with Armin had been spent here, you always teased him that he must’ve been some type of aquatic creature in another life.
Watching Armin at the sea truly made you believe reincarnation was real. A smile took up your face as you watched him stand calves deep in the ocean, the salty soft breeze brushing his hair back as he stood there looking at peace. Freedom was watching the waves come in, lifting his tiny puppy feet awkwardly at the new sensation.
You'd been absentmindedly watching your boys and leaning on the cooler which made your bag topple over, spilling its contents on you and the blanket. The sunblock landed on your lap, thankfully, reminding you of the last time you'd both forgotten about it.
Your pink boyfriend dipped in a tub full of milk trying to soothe his second degree burns to no avail was not a night you'd ever want to live again.
“Hey mermaid boy! Come here! I don't want you turning into human cereal again!”
You heard Armin's melodic laugh as he surely remembered that night. He turned flashing you the smile that never failed to melt your insides and leaned down, cupping his hands as he filled them with water. You scattered to quickly pick up a towel to shield yourself with, knowing what came next as he rushed towards you with Freedom close behind. Armin knew you weren't a big fan of the sea, it was your love for him that kept you coming back. Since you never went in he always tried to bring the sea to you, convinced that someday you'd get its enchantment.
“ARMIN.” you warned without removing the towel from your face as you felt the feathering sensation of sand falling on your thighs.
“Don't.” you were still hiding behind the towel, Freedom’s wet tail wagging wildly against your thigh.
“You’re no fun.” he said sounding defeated.
You unshielded your face and felt the icy splash of salty water quickly followed by Freedom’s tongue on your cheek.
Armin laughed lightly watching the puppy trying to atone for his actions before falling slowly to his knees to comply with your sunblock demand. He took a seat in front of you, between your thighs, as he stripped himself of his shirt, eager to get back in the water.
You placed both palms on his broad back facing you and admired the little freckles that adorned his shoulders. The sun having left her imprint on the golden boy in exchange for all those hours near his beloved sea. Leaning in you pressed a soft kiss to them and felt him shiver, his retaliation a soft squeeze of your thigh.
You squirted the sunblock on his back and felt him shiver again, this time at the unpleasantly cold sensation.
“You always do it wrong, you’re supposed to warm it up! She always does it wrong doesn’t she?” The latter half was directed to the playful pup now twirling in the sand in front of Armin and out of your view.
You coated his back and shoulders evenly, intent on avoiding an aloe vera scented night.
He was simultaneously applying it to his chest and toned stomach. “Ah, I wanted to do that part too.” You whispered cheekily in his ear as he did that.
Armin took a final look at the shore making sure Freedom who’d wonder back to the water was safely splashing without going too deep.
“Well, we wouldn’t want you to get sunburnt either, would we?” he said turning himself around, a smirk now gracing his features.
You raised both eyebrows and he looked around the beach ensuring the possible witnesses were far enough to give you some privacy.
He grabbed the sunblock and squirted it on his palms, rubbing them together before spreading the sunblock thickly across your cheeks and on the tip of your nose.
“You’re the worst.” You giggled as you attempted to rub the blob of smeared sunblock into your skin. Armin looked at you like you were the best thing he’d ever laid his eyes on as he gently pushed you down onto the blanket. You fell with a soft thud onto the firm sand and he slowly hiked up your bathing suit cover and began applying the sunblock to both of your thighs. You bit your lip staring up at your lovely boyfriend and he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Before he could pull away you trapped him, placing a hand firmly at the nape of his neck, parting your lips slowly, allowing his tongue to wonder in. The sunblock ruse was long forgotten as the kiss deepened, lips moving against each others with a sweet familiarity.
The kiss tasted like the sea and you, his two favorite things in the world.
If there was a heaven, Armin was surely in it.
