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amogus being put down

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(wc fae au)

riverclan would be anything that is associated with water like merfolks and selkies

thunderclan and shadowclan (and i guess skyclan too??? idk) would be like elves, fairies, etc.

idk what windclan would be tho

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I Would Take A Bullet For You

Pairing: Joe Biden x Donald Trump

Summary: After Trump's assassination attempt, Biden is distraught. He needs to go check up on his secret lover in the hospital.

Trigger warnings ⚠️: suicide

"Donald?" Joe Biden repeated once again as he walked through the hospital. He finally found his room and the secret service guards quickly stepped inside to let him in.

Joe walked into the room, Donald's head was now bandaged up and he was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

Donald looked up as Joe approached his bed. "Joe..? You're here..."

Joe immediately moved forward, standing right in front of him now. "Of course I'm here." He slowly reached out to take his hand in his. "I was worried.."

"Don't be.. I'm still alive after all" Donald smirked.

Joe smiled at Donald's optimistic and confident attitude, it was one of the things he loved the most about him. But his smile quickly faded as the thought of Donald dying plagued his mind.

"I don't... I don't know what I would've done if I lost you" Joe's eyes locked with his, his voice filled with emotion.

"Don't worry, Joey.. I'm right here" Donald reassured him softly, bringing his hand up to cup his cheek. The sensation brought butterflies to the older man's stomach.

"I know, I was just so worried, Donald.." Joe whispered.

Joe knew that the feelings they had for each other had to stay a secret, but sometimes he wished for a world where they could declare their love for one another without shame. The thought brought a bittersweet smile to Joe's face.

"Can I kiss you?" Joe asked as he leaned in.

"Always." Donald replied, their lips connected in a passionate and emotional kiss.

Caught in the moment, neither of them noticed the security guard walk back into the room to check on Trump. Trump caught the man's eye and quickly pulled away from Joe.

Joe noticed this and frowned, he knew that Donald was more nervous about people finding out than he was. There was even a small part of Joe that wanted people to find out, he didn't like holding in this secret.

The security guard left the room without saying a word.

Donald avoided Joe's gaze before Joe spoke up again.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked the man.

Donald looked back up at Joe, "This... This isn't supposed to happen. We're supposed to be enemies.." Donald said.

Joe put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing him with his thumb.

"Maybe.. but maybe we're meant to be together." Joe spoke softly, trying to comfort his lover.

Donald got lost in Joe's ocean eyes, his breath catching in his throat. "I think I love you" he suddenly blurted out.

Joe's eyes widened in surprise but a smile spread across his face.

"I love you too, Donny" Joe leaned in again to give him a kiss on his forehead. "I've always loved you."

Donald's heart raced at Joe's confession, he had never felt this happy in his entire life.

But Donald quickly reminded himself that this wasn't right and he pulled away.

Joe frowned again and opened his mouth to speak but Donald cut him off.

"Joe.. I- I can't.." His voice cracked.

"Donald, look at me." Joe cupped his cheek again, forcing his eyes to meet his. "We can do this."

Donald looked into his eyes, "What happens if the world finds out?"

"They can think whatever they want to think, but we'll always have each other. So whatever they say, it doesn't matter." Joe's words were encouraging, he was hoping that Donald would agree and they could finally come out.

Donald hesitated for a moment before he spoke again, his eyes filled with determination and trust. "Okay."

Joe smiled "Okay?" He asked again, making sure he was being honest. "You want to tell the world?"

Donald nodded and smiled, "I want them to know how much I love you."

Joe smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Donny" Joe whispered in his ear.

"You are too, Joey. I've never been happier" Donald said as he held him tighter.

Joe spent that night in his hospital room and they made love until the early hours of the morning.

The next day, Donald had to appear on live TV after his assassination attempt. It was almost time for him to go on and he tried his best to hide his nerves, he stood up straight and walked to the stand.

Donald spoke about his usual stuff until he finally mentioned Joe.

"And there is something else I have to tell America" he spoke, his voice loud with conviction. "Joe Biden and I.. Are in love."

The crowd went quiet for a moment until Joe walked up to Donald and joined him. Donald wrapped his arm around his waist and leaned in for a kiss.

Joe and Donald shared a passionate kiss in front of live television, Donald knew he should be worried, even ashamed, but he had never felt happier. As they pulled away, the crowd erupted in cheers as Donald and Joe smiled for the camera, holding hands.

*10 years later*

Donald and Joe proceeded to spend the rest of their lives together, they bought a home and raised a family together and this was the happiest any of them have ever felt.

Though the happiness didn't last because Joe eventually fell sick.

After months of hospital visits and medicine, Joe ended up passing away. The grief and sorrow Donald felt was unlike any he had ever felt before.

And the pain of his loss sadly brought Donald to take his own life so he could be with Joe again.

The End

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aww, joe got coronavirus just after trump got shot. They're truly soulmates

they went from their "who did this to you?" arc to the Hand in Unlovable Hand lightening fast

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Moonpaw!!!

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I hope her personality will be a cheeky BRAT

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We now have official information on Moonpaw!

She is a chimera cat with heterochromia and the daughter of Bayshine and Thriftear, named because her face looks like a half moon!

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john church hamilton sees this gif in his nightmares

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What is it with authors and pairing random teenage girls with the most toxic, traumatized, grow man

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When absolutely 0 of Biden’s accomplishments have made any kind of news, and we’ve been fed a steady diet of fear and panic for 3 years, no one gets to be shocked when he loses the next election to Donald 2.0.

Posting anything positive about the president here will get you called a capitalist bootlicker.

What do we expect to happen?

Anger sells better. Anger feels better, it feels righteous.

It’s easier to protest against a president you don’t like then to actually remain in charge and keep pushing ahead, even if small, consistent accomplishments are all you receive.

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reblog if you're an autistic lesbian with dozens of sideblogs

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#what happens when mentally disturbed people reblog your posts #lmao

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made some toyhouse icons for my @threeclans guys!! my beloved beasts

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We see you, Opal, Your troubles are miles away We see you, Opal, And in our eyes you'll stay.

finally a proper ref for a baby boy who's getting bigger! many cheers and happiness for mister palepaw :]

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“As a child I paid very little attention to authors’ names; they were irrelevant; I did not believe in authors. To be perfectly candid, this is still true. I do not believe in authors. A book exists, it’s there. The author isn’t there — some grown-up you never met — may even be dead. The book is what is real. You read it, you and it form a relationship, perhaps a trivial one, perhaps a deep and lasting one. As you read it word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and reread, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul. Where, in all this, does the author come in? Like the God of the eighteenth-century deists, only at the beginning. Long ago, before you and the book met each other. The author’s work is done, complete; the ongoing work, the present act of creation, is a collaboration by the words that stand on the page and the eyes that read them.”

- Ursula K. Le Guin, from “Books Remembered,” Children’s Book Council Calendar xxxvi:2 (November 1977)

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not now, kitten. daddy’s a shell of his former self