It's gonna be such a funny mess when Donald Trump dies of a stroke on April 1st, 2024.
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.
Not a month later a bunch of unofficial biographies of Trump hit the bookshelves, many with new details about just how awful he was.
âAnd I donât think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, âcause itâs just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.
âBeing bipolar, thereâs 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.
âAnd I know some of you are like, âBut Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?â Well, those people donât care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I donât know.â
listening to the mean girls musical (and just rewatched the og mean girls movie) and let me stand up on a soap box real quick
karen smith is actually very linguistically curious ok. by the rules of the english language putting a âdâ in the word orange can make sense if you think of words like âledgeâ or âgrudgeâ spelling orange like âorandgeâ makes complete sense. karen smith is not just dumb she is a victim of the english language! justice!
UMMM SNIPPET OF ANGSTY EDGY CHANSAW FANFIC BCUZ WHY NOT
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.Â
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 wasnât enough, that exact choice is the one that would end her.Â
For a long time, I wished for that charming, adventurous, and chivalrous prince â Or princess, I guess. â 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 wasnât 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 didnât feel that warmth that ran through my body and made me feel alive. Instead, those eyes seemed to contain something wicked and just wrong.
btw this takes so much inspiration from Food Network by ElmoOnCrack so also go check that out
the story of kfc fucks me up man. the colonel founded this gas station that expanded to restaurant, the chicken at the restaurant gets popular, makes KFC, it gets big and he sells it to a corporation for a lot of money. realizes he got sorta scammed out of the true worth of kfc so tries to get more money and they refuse and the courts side against him. then he starts a new chicken restaurant claiming the corporate people were not making chicken to his standards and kfc sued him because kfc owned the colonel's likeness and the courts agreed. a corporation owned this man's name and appearance. he wasnt allowed to use either, thus legally erasing his reputation making it harder for him to get taken seriously in any food venture. the man, to the day he died, was going into kfc's and throwing fits because the food had fallen into such bad shape he hated it was associated with him. and it's like, whether he's a bad man or a good man or whatever, a corporation owned his identity, stopped him from using his reputation and identity in other businesses, and refused to acknowledge his outrage that they changed his recipes and still attributed it to him. this is literally the obnoxious plot of a jay and silent bob movie, but it was this dude's real life. what the fuck.
UMMM SNIPPET OF ANGSTY EDGY CHANSAW FANFIC BCUZ WHY NOT
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.Â
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 wasnât enough, that exact choice is the one that would end her.Â
For a long time, I wished for that charming, adventurous, and chivalrous prince â Or princess, I guess. â 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 wasnât 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 didnât feel that warmth that ran through my body and made me feel alive. Instead, those eyes seemed to contain something wicked and just wrong.
btw this takes so much inspiration from Food Network by ElmoOnCrack so also go check that out
genuinely one of the saddest parts of this new era of the internet is how hard it is to rick roll someone now. with people's attention spans shortening so much, they wouldn't even get through the first few bait seconds before clicking off the video. like i saw a comment that ended with "btw i made all of this up" and the replies kept treating it so seriously because none of them finished the entire 4 sentence comment. and We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I (do I) A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
The musical version of chansaw is much worse than the movie one.
In the musical (âď¸without distorting the characters too much with headcanonsâď¸), the relationship between Chandler and Veronica can only be written as lovehate without the possibility of further development.
In the movie, Heather behaves more maturely, she doesn't force Veronica to humiliate herself on her knees, doesn't mock her childhood friend (Betty), does not shake her when she feels bad at the party and in general, as is clear from the scene with the locker, Heather Chandler in the movie in some way appreciates her friendship with Ronnie.
This is the problem with the impossibility of a healthy chansaw relationship in the musicalâthe way these two are presented.
If Veronica was not distorted so much, what they did with Heather in the musical (especially in the West End) is kind of fucked up. I understand that this is theater, there must be a certain percentage of overacting, but not to such an extent that a character who is 17 years old begins to behave like a 10 years old spoiled child.
Like, Regina George on Broadway is also a little bit more dramatic than her movie version, but she doesn't act like the villain from Miraculous. Heather Chandler in the musical doesn't have any aspects to her that make her an interesting character like she did in the movie (The scene where Chan gets s/a in Remington, for example).
Many jdronica shippers have told me that chansaw are problematic and have no chance of forming a normal relationship, citing as an example Chandler's terrible treatment of Veronica in the musical. I'm not arguing that their canon relationship in the musical is a total nightmare, but why are you equating all versions of this ship and not talking about their relationship in the movie at all?/gen. Yes, they're far from perfect, but at least Heather and Veronica had opportunities to bond in the original.
Just thoughts.
(Also, english is not my native language, so I'm sorry for the mistakes)