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"He did a roman salute, not a nazi salute!!!1!11!1!!"

You mean the roman salute, also known as the fascist salute, that mussolini adopted in fascist italy and nazi germany copied for themselves? That salute?

Even if he meant to do a roman salute, it's still a fascist symbol. The only reason you're making a big deal about semantics is because it makes the elongated pissbaby sound slightly less horrible to the average person.

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There’s a reason for legalising discrimination? Inform me. Cite your sources too while you’re at it.

Donald Trump has revoked the 1965 Equal Employment Opportunity Act. This act prohibited discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin.

But he’s not a racist, right? He’s not a Nazi, right?

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Believe me, the PR stunt that was him revoking the tiktok ban was foreseeable and not at all surprising, neither was the fact that a whole lot of people just… Forgot that he was the one who proposed the ban in the first place. That said, censorship and violating the 1st amendment is probably not a good thing, particularly when tiktok is so unbelievably instrumental in spreading the word—it’s where I first saw someone talking about him revoking the act mentioned above.

Donald Trump has revoked the 1965 Equal Employment Opportunity Act. This act prohibited discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin.

But he’s not a racist, right? He’s not a Nazi, right?

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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I’ll believe it when I see him reinstate Roe v. Wade. Until then…

Donald Trump has revoked the 1965 Equal Employment Opportunity Act. This act prohibited discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin.

But he’s not a racist, right? He’s not a Nazi, right?

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Donald Trump has revoked the 1965 Equal Employment Opportunity Act. This act prohibited discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin.

But he’s not a racist, right? He’s not a Nazi, right?

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Donald Trump has revoked the 1965 Equal Employment Opportunity Act. This act prohibited discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin.

But he’s not a racist, right? He’s not a Nazi, right?

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I haven’t been active on Tumblr for a long time. I no longer have time to write because of personal matters. I will always have time to raise awareness.

“First They Came” by Pastor Martin Niemöller is more relevant now than it has been in a very long time, and I think, given not just America but also the world’s current political climate, that it teaches a very valuable lesson that many people need to hear—whether they choose to take it onboard or not.

Free Palestine.

Fuck Donald Trump.

Fuck Elon Musk.

Fuck Mark Zuckerberg.

Eat the rich.

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💙💗🤍💗💙🖤💜💙💚💛❤️Happy Pride Month ❤️💛💚💙💜🖤💙💗🤍💗💙

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She red on my dead til I’m redeemed

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Oh shit.

I broke the filter on character.ai...

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Tumblr won’t let me post the next part of Machine 💔

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Machine - Prologue

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader Summary: You were brought onto the team to help eliminate a B.O.W outbreak. They needed your particular area of expertise. Neither you, the team, or Leon himself could have foresaw the attachment that would form between you. Warnings: Older Leon, Slow burn, Everyone needs a hug, limited use of Y/N. Reader is described as masc presenting but they/them pronouns will be used throughout the story. Author's Note: The intention is for this to become a multi-chapter story, but updates may be sporadic. Please be patient x

Leon's POV: He didn't understand why they needed to bring someone new onto the team. They'd done well in the past, there were a few slip ups but... a whole new person? Really? "Stop moping." Claire huffed, crossing her arms and leaning back on the bench. Most of the team were sat in the back of a large, very conspicuous van, save for Chris, who'd been tasked with actually convincing whoever the newbie was to get in on the job. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, grunting in annoyance. He'd made his opinion about the situation very clear already, but he'd essentially been ganged up on and bullied into giving in. He was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of several gunshots and something glass smashing inside the small house that their newbie apparently lived in. He sat up, eyes wide, but nobody else seemed concerned with the noise; in fact, Jill was picking at her nails absentmindedly, and Claire simply cleared her throat and sank further into the bench. "What? That doesn't concern anyone else?" He asked, a level of snark in his tone as if the gunshots had proved his point, but Claire only side-eyed him and shrugged. "If you'd have bothered to do your research you'd have known what to expect." She replied, kicking one of her legs up over the other so they were crossed. He glowered at her in response, but shut up. It felt like hours dragged by before Chris and their newbie appeared. Leon looked up with disguised interest as they stepped into the van, taking in all 5'8 of them from their cropped hair to the combat pants that looked like they fit a little too snugly around the thighs. Chris was first to hop up into the van, moving aside and offering a hand to the younger agent, who unceremoniously batted it away and, with their arms spread out so their hands were secure against the walls of the van, hauled themselves inside in such a way that made their biceps bulge and strain through the tight material of the black tee they were wearing. Their boots thumped loudly against the metal flooring as they steadied themselves, hands adorned with fingerless gloves brushing out the wrinkles that had formed in their pants. "Hey!" Claire called out, giving them a friendly smile. It would seem these two had met before, because the agent swiftly moved over to sit beside her, putting an arm around the redheaded woman. Leon noticed with a shock, mostly surprised that he hadn't noticed already, that the new agent appeared to be a lot younger than the rest of them. Early to mid twenties, maybe. Few formalities were exchanged between everyone and the agent, in which Leon learned their name at last,- he did know it, he'd just forgotten, honest!- but he stayed quiet until the very end. He was about to open his mouth to introduce himself when the younger agent finally looked at him and seemed to register his presence in the corner for the first time and, seemingly without thinking or with any semblance of a verbal filter, blurted out; "Whose the drunk?"

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leon in that tight ass black shirt actually shifted something inside me …… like i’ve never wanted to be smothered by a man’s tits like this before

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The worst part of searching Tumblr for Cregan Stark x Reader works is finding nothing but Aemond Targaryen instead.

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The people have spoken

Hi guys.

I’m thinking of writing a multiple choice RDR2 fanfic, in which your choices affect which character you’ll end up with. What do y’all think?