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madschiavelique · 8 months

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If Miguel got a partner do you think he’ll neglect them because of the multiverse work? What if them dying is a canon event!? :o

Okay so I think there are a few possibilities (in all objectivity at least i think) that this would go :

The possibility off him actually neglecting his partner is indeed strong, because I think that Miguel is giving this sentence : “A hero will sacrifice you to save the world, a villain will sacrifice the world to save you” (which is a sentence I deeply love ‘cause I’m all in for villains, although in this context Miguel would appear more as the hero of course.)

He might’ve been hesitant at first of being in a relationship, because he thought it might slow him down in his works or impeach him of advancing properly. I also feel like his partner is someone related to his work, as in it’s thanks to it that he met them and got with them. But the other way is still possible, his partner might not be related to his work at all although I feel like because of his workaholic behaviour meeting new people outside of work would be limited.

The start of the relationship would be sweet, he’ll be in the first weeks of love and try to make it work, but as time goes he’ll go back to his work more and more. He’ll pass on diner dates, he’ll pass on movie nights, he will also probably forget about a little something his partner would’ve planned to spend with him. He cannot count the times he came back home to them sleeping on the couch waiting for him.

And because of this rhythm, his partner might probably leave him and in this case I think it can go both ways : he realizes how he has neglected his partner and they discuss about it like adults to come up with solutions to balance private life and work, or he is indeed torn by the separation but feels less guilty now of having to work for a relationship that he cannot handle outside from work because of his obsession for it.

On the other hand :

I feel like this man has lost so much already that he’ll do anything to keep his partner by his side. He’ll buy them little gifts and send them when he’s working longer for a night, he’ll probably invite his partner to come to his work office so that he can spend time with them and see them while still working, he’ll cherish every single moment he can have with them because he thinks this is it, this will be his last partner for the rest of his life that he will love till his last dying breath.

(Now I’m not saying that he will have yandere tendencies because he wants to keep them at his sides at all costs, but I am saying that he’ll go wherever they go, need his partner to send him messages of whatever they’re doing at all times, and make sure he has a tracker in their phone to know where they are at all times.)

He is protective, he doesn’t want his partner to leave because they are the only one remaining that he loves and that loves them back.

If his partner dies in a canon event :

I feel like it would either be back to case one and getting over it by reinforcing all of his work, or it will be the moment he gets a click of how he lost so much time trying to create a perfect organization for it to lead to the death of the person he loved the most and pull himself together to cut the bullshit.

Maybe it’s time for him to realize the hard truth that sometimes you can’t save everyone, even the ones you love the most. So maybe this time he should try saving himself.

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lemuel-apologist · 4 months

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like, i've tried expressing this to (health) professionals before, but it's true that, if you're participating in the criminal justice system, you aren't "allowed" to be mentally ill. that goes for defendants especially. like, obviously, you are, kinda, in a clinical sense (as long as it's in the bounds of what they can deem sympathetic, or treat, or imprison, or defend, or impeach, whatever the fuck else), but you're... not... supposed to have symptoms of it, if you catch my drift? im bouncing off of joy's point here. it goes for interrogation, and it goes for the stand.

you're not allowed to be anxious; you're not allowed to be fidgety; you're not allowed to be anything. and god forbid you display symptoms of something worse than anxiety, right? (quote-unquote worse.)

i come from a family of very fidgety people. but, like-- fidgeting like that is very often seen as a sign of untrustworthiness. and you're not supposed to bring anything up to the stand with you other than your notes and anything meant to assist in presenting your evidence, as allowed by policy and law (depending on where you are, etc etc etc WHATEV).

im the kind of person who has to prepare to be on the stand to testify about scientific principles. if im an expert witness, my opinion is exclusionary, and i have exculpatory evidence, but the jury deems me untrustworthy because of my body language, my entire testimony is worthless. extrapolate this to the defendant. you've already been deemed guilty during interrogation because of your body language (because you're fidgety and anxious, and that was enough to push it further). if that continues on the stand, there are absolutely deleterious effects.

like, im on the stand for the sake of science. my aunt, my stepdad-- they're not on the stand for science, they're up there to defend themselves.

it's a pileup of really small social stigmas from people who think they've cracked a code on how people are. but most "body language analysis" is really just kind of bullshit. a lot of the behavioral analysis stuff they use is very "yeah, kinda, but no, because you're making a super broad generalization and applying it incorrectly," and then they stick their fingers in their ears and do something counterproductive that leads to further recidivism. but WHATEVER, WHAT DO I KNOW, I DIDN'T TAKE PSYCH.

#im rambling into the void actually.#deleted the line that said what i've got btw. you're not entitled to that. that's MY business #and now im going to have flashbacks to running out on my moot court testimony because i didn't bring a pen up there with me and i died

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republicansaredomesticterrorists · 3 months

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This is un-American bullshit.

#MAGA Mike Johnson #republican assholes #maga morons #traitor trump #crooked donald #DHS #Homeland Security #alejandro mayorkas #Republican impeachment stunt

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tomorrowusa · 2 months

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I'm sure that everybody here is shocked, utterly shocked, that a Republican conspiracy theory about Hunter Biden had Russian intelligence agents as its source.

The former FBI informant charged with lying about the Bidens’ dealings in Ukraine told investigators after his arrest that Russian intelligence officials were involved in passing information to him about Hunter Biden, prosecutors said Tuesday in a new court filing, noting that the information was false. Prosecutors also said Alexander Smirnov has been “actively peddling new lies that could impact US elections” after meeting with Russian spies late last year and that the fallout from his previous false bribery accusations about the Bidens “continue[s] to be felt to this day.” Smirnov claims to have “extensive and extremely recent” contacts with foreign intelligence officials, prosecutors said in the filing. They said he previously told the FBI that he has longstanding and extensive contacts with Russian spies, including individuals he said were high-level intelligence officers or command Russian assassins abroad. Prosecutors with special counsel David Weiss’ team said Tuesday that Smirnov has maintained those ties and noted that, in a post-arrest interview last week, “Smirnov admitted that officials associated with Russian intelligence were involved in passing a story about Businessperson 1,” referring to President Joe Biden’s son, Hunter Biden. [ ... ] Prosecutors alleged that Smirnov “claims to have contacts with multiple foreign intelligence agencies,” including in Russia, and that he could use those contacts to flee the United States. The explosive revelation comes amid backlash over how Smirnov’s now-debunked allegations played into House Republicans’ impeachment inquiry into the president. Smirnov has been charged with lying to the FBI and creating false records. He has not yet entered a formal plea, and his lawyers told CNN in a statement, “Mr. Smirnov is presumed innocent.” According to the new court filing, Smirnov told investigators he was in contact with “four different Russian officials,” all of whom are “top officials” and two of whom “are the heads of the entities they represent.” Prosecutors did not independently verify in the filing whether Smirnov’s reported contacts are legitimate, nor whether the Russians provided him with disinformation about the Bidens. The false information that Smirnov reported “was not trivial,” prosecutors wrote.

Republicans probably wouldn't care that their information was fake or that it came from Russia. It gave Marjorie Taylor Greene a chance to lasciviously flash Hunter Biden dick pics at a House committee meeting.

Putin and his flunkies are busy fabricating even more bullshit to help their client Donald Trump win this year.

#republicans #conspiracy theories #russia #russian intelligence #vladimir putin #donald trump #republicans are dupes of putin #alexander smirnov #lying to the fbi #hunter biden #david weiss #vote blue no matter who #election 2024

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teaberrii · 1 year

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Chapter Nine: The President’s Judgement

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“A recording?” you ask.

"She'll never admit she's doing anything wrong. So the best way is to lure it out of her," Cyno says. "This can also count as evidence we can submit to the school authorities."

You anxiously look at your phone and nervously bite your bottom lip. He can see the gears turning in your head.

“Will that be enough?”

That's a good question. Perhaps this is only the first step, but it's still better than nothing. "I wish I could say yes," Cyno says. "But, they might ask for more."

A pause.

“If you aren’t comfortable, we don’t—”

"It's not that," you say. It's when you slowly pull back your hand that Cyno realizes he is still holding it. "I know why she's doing this." You sigh softly. "It's because of what happened with Jebrael."

You must be talking about the murder case. But how does she know about that? Cyno may not show it, but he’s starting to get anxious. This is bigger than he initially thought.

“... He supposedly killed someone,” Cyno says quietly. “Is that right?”

“How… how in the world did you know that?”

“Alhaitham’s friend… he apparently defended him in court.”

“What a small world,” you mutter.

“How does she know about Jebrael?”

Perhaps you're not comfortable enough to tell him. That's the only reason Cyno has for your prolonged silence until...

"The man who died that night was a policeman," you say. "... She was his daughter." Well, that's not what Cyno's expecting. But then again, he doesn't know what to expect at this point. "But, even if I can use the recording to report her, will anyone do anything?"

“Alhaitham will.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust him. But… realistically, how much influence does he have on something like this?”

“It’s better than not trying at all.” Cyno looks at your phone and back at you. “She’s not going to stop.”

“... Yeah, you’re right.” Then, in a light tone, you say, “We also can’t have her ruining the prez’s reputation after all.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me.”

"If you get impeached or something, I'll have to come up with a new nickname for you."

Cyno rolls his eyes. “Ah, yes, that’s the worst of our worries.”

From the look on your face, Cyno thinks you’re about to retort with an equally sarcastic remark when your phone suddenly rings. Upon seeing the name on the screen, you and Cyno glance at each other, and then you answer it.

“... What do you want?” you ask.

"Surprised?" Cyno hears your friend ask. "You're making it easy for me at this point."

“What you’re doing is bullying.”

“This is nothing compared to what your family did.”

You anxiously fiddle with the pen in your hand. "Then tell me," you say. "Why did your father take an innocent woman hostage? Just because of her ties to Jebrael? That's a weak excuse if you ask me."

“My father was protecting the public.”

“From what?” you challenge.

“She married a criminal. That makes her one herself.”

You roll your eyes. “So, what crime did she commit?”

“... Jebrael still killed him.”

“Answer me this,” you say. “You’ve been tormenting me not because I did anything to you but because you want your revenge on my family over something that started with your father. Is that right? If that’s the case, then I stand by what I said. What you’re doing is bullying, and I can report you to the school authorities.”

"Who's going to believe you?" Cyno hears her scoff. "Oh, wait. I forgot you have Cyno on your side now. I guess he can vouch for you even though he has no idea who you really are."

You and Cyno glance at each other, and he nods. “So, it’s true then. It’s all about my family. None of this bullshit has anything to do with me specifically.”

“Your point?”

“My point is that you’re really just making it easy for me at this point,” you say. Then, you end the call… and the recording you started before you answered it. You put your phone on the table, and before silence can settle in, you glance at him. “... You’re not going to ask?”

“About Jebrael?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s not my business to probe.”

"I'm just surprised," you say. "You knew about Jebrael all this time… and yet… you're still here."

Cyno also finds it difficult to believe. Any logical person would have ran and stayed away. But when he thinks about it, everything he has done with you hasn't exactly been logical. It throws him off but also strangely excites him. It's the best way to describe his time with you. It's exciting. Thrilling. You're like an adrenaline rush that he can't get enough of.

“Was that why you were nervous before?” he asks. “You didn’t want the conversation to be recorded because of what people will think about Jebrael.”

"He isn't a killer. I don't want anyone to label him like that," you say quietly. "And… I didn't know what you would think. I didn't know if you would suddenly change your mind and…."

"I'm offended you have that little faith in me, Catnip."

“I didn't know you already knew about it!”

“Even if I didn’t, that shouldn’t sway you that easily,” Cyno says. "You're the one who knows him best. You're the one who knows what happened. I'm not saying you don't, but you should trust yourself more."

You cross your arms. "Of course I do! It's just..." You sigh. "I cared because it was you. How would you feel if the only person who's been with you for this long suddenly turned on you?"

Cyno smiles slightly. "That's why I'm offended you would have such little faith in me. Do I really seem like the type of person who believes a random nobody over a friend?"

“I… guess not,” you say, turning away.

Cyno puts his hand on your head as he looks at your phone. “Let’s take that to Alhaitham first.”

You and Cyno arrive at Alhaitham’s dorm, and the man lets both of you inside. It doesn’t take long for Cyno to explain the situation.

After Alhaitham listens to the recording, he looks at you and Cyno. “This is something I can raise to the board,” Alhaitham says. “But I will need more evidence than just this call.”

“... That’s going to be difficult,” you say, looking down. “I don’t really have hard evidence… unless someone is willing to speak up or..."

"Or?"

You look at Alhaitham. "Will this count as evidence? Evidence that Jebrael and I didn't do anything wrong."

It sounded like something out of a fairytale: an ordinary city woman saved by a mysterious, tall, dark and handsome man with a "shady" background. But it happened. That one encounter changed their lives forever. After years of keeping their relationship secret, Jebrael popped the question along with the news she was pregnant. But unfortunately, their marital bliss was cut short when the family got a frightening call one night.

"Is this guy stupid?" Rahman asked after the call ended. "Let's trace him and kick his ass." He sighed loudly in frustration. “Do you think he’s acting alone?”

“He’s a policeman,” your grandmother said. “A policeman with twisted morals. No one would be foolish enough to act this way.” Then, she stood. “I trust that all of us will act according to plan.” Before leaving the room, she turned to you. “Stay home, child.”

“But—”

Rahman ruffled your hair. “You’re too young to do anything, kid. Just stay home. We’ll be back soon.”

Well, you weren’t the type to listen.

It was nearly dark when you arrived at the abandoned warehouse. You had no idea where everyone was until you heard a single gunshot that almost made you jump. You immediately ran in the direction of where it came from, and you stopped just as you saw Jebrael, the policeman, and Jebrael's wife.

The woman was bound to a chair. Maybe it was from the struggle, but blood was around her ankles. The policeman stood in front of her, his gun pointed at Jebrael, who also pointed one in his direction.

You saw blood ooze from Jebrael’s cheek as the policeman said, “That was a warning.”

"Drop it, you son of a bitch."

You saw Rahman come out from behind the policeman with a gun raised.

“I thought I told you to come alone,” the policeman spat. Before he fired a shot at the woman, Jebrael had shot him in the shoulder.

You thought it would end as the policeman dropped to his knees. Rahman and Jebrael had lowered their guns, but that was their first mistake. The injured man suddenly turned and fired a shot at Jebrael. By now, Rahman had freed the wounded woman whose face went pale when she saw her husband land with a thud on the floor.

Rahman was about to shoot the policeman when a cane came flying and knocked the gun out of the injured man's hand. Before the policeman could grab his gun, your grandmother had appeared out of the shadows and stepped on his back, forcing him down.

“Jebrael,” you heard someone cry.

You couldn't stand it anymore. You ran toward Jebrael, ripped a piece of your clothing, and put it over his wound. That was when you noticed the deep, bloodied marks on the woman's wrists. Rahman replaced your hands to prevent Jebrael from losing more blood, and you immediately called an ambulance. Unfortunately, you were so busy tending to Jebrael that you didn't notice his wife pick up the dropped gun.

“H-hey, what are you doing?" You saw Jebrael's wife pointing the gun at the policeman. "Put it down, woman," Rahman warned.

He moved to stop her, but it was too late.

The final gunshot drowned out everyone’s cry of protest.

"... It does sound like a revenge story," Alhaitham says. "Though... why would she blame Jebrael when his wife killed him?"

Cyno's also curious. Perhaps Jebrael took the blame to protect his wife. That will explain any rumours of forged or fabricated evidence. But what happened to his wife? Where is she now? Cyno glances at you. There's still more to this story that you're not sharing, but it's diving deeper into personal territory.

"I hope this situation is just a huge misunderstanding. Let's talk with her first," Alhaitham says, referring to your friend. "At least we'll have a sound argument if she doesn't cooperate."

“... Good idea.”

“But, I have to ask… why were you in Cyno’s room?”

You and Cyno look at each other. “She came to grab something,” Cyno says, turning to Alhaitham.

Alhaitham looks from his cousin to you. If he’s suspicious, he doesn’t question further. Instead, he says with a small smile, “Be careful next time.”

When you and Cyno leave Alhaitham's room, it's already past curfew. But both of you could care less. As you and Cyno walk in the same direction, he asks, "Do you feel better?"

“Enough to get some sleep tonight, I suppose.” You and Cyno stop at a fork in the hallway. “Thanks for today, prez.”

Cyno gently pats your head. “Get some rest, Catnip.”

You cross your arms. “Though, I have to say... you’re one in a million.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?”

“I would just be careful if I were you,” you say. “Who knows what kind of trouble you’ll be getting yourself into next?”

“Trouble, you say?”

You frown. “Yeah. You know what I’m talking about! Don’t play dumb, prez.”

"But this trouble isn't so bad, don't you think?" He leans closer to you. "It's just my type."

A faint red blossom on your cheeks and Cyno almost chuckle when you look away and mutter, "You're weird."

Cyno can’t argue with that… but it’s only around you that he thinks he’s a little different than usual.

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Cyno can't sleep that night. He's tried almost everything. Warm milk. Warm water. Trips to the bathroom. Counting sheep… and even counting cats. The last one only made him even more awake. Finally, Cyno gets up and reaches for his phone. Only three more hours to go. He thinks about texting you. Are you also awake? He hopes not. After what's been going on, he hopes you're getting a good night's sleep. But then…

Catnip: Are you awake, prez?

So, you are awake.

Miss me already, Catnip?

Cyno turns on his lamp just as his phone dings with a message.

Catnip: Ha. Ha. Very funny.

Should he ask why you're awake? You must be texting him for a reason, and Cyno likes to think it's because you want to talk to him. Five minutes pass, and his phone remain silent. Did you fall asleep?

Catnip: When this is over… let’s go out to eat. My way of saying thanks.

Is this… a date? Are you really asking him on a date? Cyno isn't sure why he's so surprised. Perhaps it never occurred to him that you would be the one to ask. He thought you'd push him away when this is over. His "promise" to your grandmother to protect you technically only lasts until after he deals with whoever's been messing with you.

I’ll take you… But promise you won’t push me away.

It isn't until after Cyno sends his message that he regrets it. Oh, God. Is that too cheesy? Will you laugh at him? Something is telling him that you will. He's about to take back the message when he sees that horrifying Read underneath the chat bubble.

Five minutes pass.

Thirty minutes pass.

An hour goes by.

He isn’t expecting the silence to hurt so much.

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The following day, Cyno walks into the canteen and sees Candace and Tighnari sitting across from each other having breakfast. But he instantly notices that you aren't around. He looks at his watch as he waits in line for his food. Breakfast will be over soon.

When Cyno joins his friends at the table, Candace says, "You're up a little later than usual."

“You even slept past your alarm,” Tighnari chimes in.

Cyno breaks his bread roll in half. "... Couldn't sleep yesterday."

Tighnari and Candace glance at each other. "Is it about Catnip?"

“Why do you ask?” Cyno asks Candace.

Tighnari smiles slightly. “It’s pretty obvious you like her.”

Candace laughs as she points her spoon at him. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you turn red, Cyno.”

“... She’s okay,” Cyno says quietly.

“Well, did you know she disappeared this morning?”

Cyno almost drops his fork. “What?”

"I woke up this morning, and she was gone," Candace says. "I thought she already left, but"—she looks around—"it doesn't look like she's here either." Candace looks back at him. "Do you know where she went?"

“How… how am I supposed to know?” Cyno asks, looking down at his food.

Tighnari puts his elbow. “But you’re worried.” Cyno gives him a deadpan look, and his friend smiles. “It’s written all over your face.”

“I—”

“Okay, okay,” Candace says. “No more teasing! But, as your best friends, you're free to come to us for any girl advice. Services are free of charge."

Tighnari laughs. "Oh, I don't know... I mean, I might charge a dime or two." Cyno stands and walks away with his tray when he hears Tighnari say, “You barely touched your food!”

By the time class starts, you still haven't shown up. You also haven't answered his text from yesterday. What's going on? What bothers him more is that your friend is also missing. During a quick break, Cyno walks up to Alhaitham, hoping his cousin will have some answers.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Alhaitham says. “I haven’t seen either of them this morning.”

Great.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Kaveh walks in. He gestures for Alhaitham to follow him. What is this bad feeling?

“Did something happen?” Tighnari asks, walking up to Cyno.

“I hope not,” Cyno says quietly.

“Maybe it’s about Catnip,” Candace says.

The men turn around and see Candace staring at the closed door as she walks up to her friends. "Why do you say that?" Tighnari asks.

Candace nods toward two other students who are chatting with each other. "They said they saw her and a girl on the beach early in the morning."

“And?” Cyno asks.

“That’s it. No one saw them after that.”

“... You didn’t have to put it that way, Candace,” Tighnari says. "Sounds like something out of a True Crime documentary." None of this is helping. Cyno just wants to hear from you. “Where are you going?”

Cyno looks over his shoulder. “Washroom.”

And then he’s gone.

As he walks down the empty hallway, he hears something rattling. When it comes again, he looks around the corner and sees a small white cat standing in front of Candace's dorm room. In its mouth is a familiar key card that all students have.

It can’t be.

Cyno slowly walks closer and sees the cat's ears twitch at the sound of his footsteps. Then, the feline turns to him, and it only takes him a second to realize.

"... Catnip?"

Chapter Ten

Tag list: @sketcheeee @iwishitwas @seirenspinel @suoshiii @lxry-chxn @lordbugs @riylvx

#cyno x reader #cyno fluff #cyno #cyno x y/n #cyno x yn #cyno x you #cyno genshin impact #genshin impact

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princesssarcastia · 8 days

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oddly enough, the thing that crystalized my feelings on The West Wing and Jed Bartlet is finally watching the last season of Madam Secretary this month, where Elizabeth McCord gets to be president for ten episodes.

She's besieged on all sides, dealing with some truly galling and, surprisingly, named-for-what-it-is sexism from Congress that snowballs into impeachment hearings. Back to the wall, allies disappearing, hope a thing of the past—and what does she do?

She looks around, sees where she is and the power she still holds, and makes a wish list. A shoot-for-the-moon, if-you-could-have-anything-you-wanted-what-would-it-be list...and gets to work on it. In the middle of a series of blockbuster televised congressional hearings about her and her family, Elizabeth McCord decides she's still the fucking president and she'd damn well better act like it. Her game plan is to refuse to give the political bullshit any oxygen in her administration, and to go on doing things that need doing. Like land disputes in the south china sea. and gun control. and carbon reduction. and expanding access to health care.

RUSSEL: Do you really want to take on one of the most intractable problems in the world while your head is on the chopping block? ELIZABETH: Yep.

Jed Bartlet could never.

#west wing #madam secretary #obviously madam secretary has much more fantastical politics than the west wing does #but also...goddamn #if you're going to write fiction then lean in #jed bartlet #elizabeth mccord

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thebreakfastgenie · 11 months

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Sarah I humbly request ur top 5 funniest US political scandals -ypq

okay so caveat that there are niche scandals that are funnier I'm just drunk and don't remember

Watergate - everything about it is so fucking stupid

Clinton impeachment - also a lot of stupid decisions here, the president saying "it depends on what the meaning of is is," the Republicans having to can Newt as speaker because he was having an affair with a staffer too and it looked bad, having to ditch one candidate to replace him because he was also having an affair, and finally landing on Hastert (who is an actual pedophile), just the part where Republicans were so sure public opinion would come around but people mostly wanted to stop hearing explicit details about the president's sex life.

idk if this counts as a scandal but the Army McCarthy hearings - if for no other reason than opposing counsel forcing the word "fairy" into the conversation as a microaggression against Roy Cohn

Iran-Contra - the guy who set the whole thing up was an insane grifter/arms dealer and no one even knows for sure who he really was. He took a polygraph and failed everything including his name which might be because polygraphs are bullshit but also he could totally have been lying about his name. might have been lying about his nationality. probably was lying about everything else. definitely was lying about how he could totally get those hostages out of Lebanon by selling weapons to Iran. we sold the weapons through Israel (they wanted to prolong a war between Iran and Iraq so both would be too busy to attack them, they were fine with people dying) and one time they showed up in Iran with a giant Star of David on them. this only got linked to the Contras in Nicaragua when Ollie North and company realized this operation which rescued net zero hostages (one guy did get released but someone else got taken hostage immediately) was turning a profit and used it to solve the problem of "we want to fund a right-wing paramilitary but Congress won't let us :(" also one of the other arms dealers involved was Adnan Kashoggi, uncle of murdered journalist Jamal Kashoggi, and he owned a yacht that was a notorious party boat and where Queen once attended a party. they wrote a song about it called Kashoggi's ship. there were rumors that it was an orgy but it probably wasn't. several people have owned the yacht since including, for a while, Donald Trump.

Alger Hiss and the secret pumpkin - some people thought Alger Hiss and Whittaker Chambers were gay and these people included Richard Nixon. also there was a pumpkin involved (used to hide microfilm)

honorable mention to Obama wearing a tan suit

whatever Trump has going on - it's gonna be even funnier in like 20 years when we all have some distance also maybe he'll have died in prison by then

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subliminalbo · 1 year

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Oh, hi there! I don't usually lead with author's notes up top but I just wanted to say: yes, I know that this bit is old as shit now and there's a whole world wide pandemic, two presidential impeachments, and an insurrection between us and that goddamn Pelaton commercial. But hey, this was super relevant once when I first posted it to Deviantart. Merry Christmas, I guess?

One Shot #5: The Gift of Service

She was only humoring him when she slid on top of the exercise bike. She had to hold back tears when he revealed her big gift on Christmas morning. Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking serious? He played up the health angle to mask his true intentions, but the message was loud and clear. Daily trips to the gym weren't enough for him. He had to bring the gym into their home, to make her into the woman he truly desired.

But she was strong, and she forced a smile.

I'm overreacting. He just wants me to be healthy.

So she accepted his gift in spite, quietly plotting for next Christmas. Maybe she'd get him a set of weights, or a bulk order of testosterone pills. Whatever it was, she would make it clear that this was the worst fucking gift of all time.

Anger was her sole motivation as she peddled. She could barely focus on the instructor's words on the monitor as her grip on the handlebars tightened. Keep peddling. Keep peddling. The heavy feeling in her chest was lifting as her hips moved. Her mind began to wander from righteous fury to tranquility as it settled on nothing else but the pedals. And soon she was opening up, beginning to take in the words of the instructor.

"Remember your goal," the instructor said.

She was overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of grief. What is my goal? What is my goal?

"To be the best you," the instructor continued.

Bullshit.

She smiled, all her worries once again evaporating. "The best me," she replied.

She continued to pedal until the instructor told her to call it a day. The workout was shockingly therapeutic, but she figured blind rage could motivate anyone to do anything. As she limped to the shower, she vowed never to make this a regular thing. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

But the next morning she was up at the crack of dawn on her bike. And the morning after that. Within a week it had become her daily ritual as she worked out and took in new instruction.

"To be the best you, you must be the best wife," the instructor would say. "The best wife," she would repeat.

By the third month she'd lost all anger over the bike. She'd gone from a distant "goodnight" every evening to a healthy and ravenous sex drive. Aided by the instructor ("Never go to bed angry, always show him you care."), she introduced the ritual of a goodnight blowjob.

I can't stop peddling. I need to stop peddling.

By the sixth month she was mantra cycling. The instructor would give her a set of words to repeat and she would imagine the pedals turning, working the words into her brain, creating new truths. Though a fleeting fear told her that something was wrong, it wasn't strong enough to override months of conditioning. So she peddled and repeated her mantras.

"A good wife is a good life. A good wife is a good life."

A good wife is a good life.

By year's end she had totally transformed into the docile wife she was always meant to be. The following Christmas she presented him with his gift. It wasn't revenge for the bike after all, but a video documenting her transformation over the year. "A year ago I didn't realize how much this would change me," she said. "This whole time I thought the bike was my gift, but now I see it all so clearly.

"Thank you for giving me this gift. Thank you for letting me serve you."

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