#the orange shit stain scam

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

The scam that is DJT is nothing new. The ONLY talents that this former “reality” TV star has are self promotion and the ability to con people with repetitive lies.

[christinareedy-love]

trump incites violence

I keep hearing & seeing that trump insists that the crime rate has skyrocketed since Biden has been president. If that is the case then we, the people, have all witnessed why. trump has been inciting violence since he lost the election 4 years ago. He even threatened bloodshed if he loses again, so gee I wonder where all the violence is coming from? 🤔🙄

[unlicensedlobotomist]

Caged Larks Do Not Sing

Chapter 2- Caller ID

(ao3 link)

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WARNING: Depictions of violence, major character death

Mornings like these were the kind Saihara liked. It was quiet, the sun was warm and his coffee tasted good. It wasn’t rare having a quiet morning like this: most people didn’t come in till around ten or eleven. He had wondered if he should change his hours of nine to five to eleven to seven.

He wanted to say he hated being a detective, but that wasn’t exactly a true statement. He didn’t like his job, he was unhappy more often than not with it. Saihara had always wished he could find the inspiration to love his work, to have a passion for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do either. He was passionate about the elements of his work. He loved mystery, he loved solving puzzles and putting pieces together.

He hated what those pieces could do to real human lives.

It stressed him out, trying to figure out a way to tell a wife her husband not only had a mistress but also had 3 other marriages, each with their own set of children. Then to tell a young man that the company he invested in was not only fake, but was actually his friend scamming him for millions. Saihara never felt anyone left his office happier than when they came.

Most final meetings ended in screaming. Saihara had learned over the years to not take them as personally as he did in his youth. They aren’t actually mad at you, his therapist had once told him. They’re upset at their own unhappiness. Saihara had made sure to tell himself that whenever someone cut too deep with their words. He’d just let them yell, nodding and saying “I understand how upsetting this is, I can refer you to some of my contacts on how to proceed.” Most of the time, he’d be taken up on the offer, other times he’d be cursed at further for insinuating they couldn't handle this on their own.

Mysteries were so much simpler in books; and solving those mysteries didn't hurt anyone real, and they were fun. His uncle had once suggested that he try writing, and he had, but he fell short on creativity. Not only that, but the action of sitting at his desk and trying to type out a short story just made him think of his father. He decided writing was simply not something he was up to.

So he sat in his office instead. Waiting for a client to call or walk in and disturb the serenity of the room.

Saihara wished someone with a lost cat would walk in once and awhile. His uncle used to have him deal with those cases a lot in middle school, and more often than not he found a very upset cat who had gotten out and had been trying to get back in. His uncle thought those cases were beneath him as a serious detective, but they made Saihara happy.

He also wished that once in a while a friend would walk through the door and invite him out to lunch. That hadn't happened in years, though-- it wasn't that he didn't have friends, but… everyone had lives. Many friends he had made over the years had disappeared with time-- some had moved, while others had just lost contact. It made him sad, but he knew it was inevitable in some sense. People change, friends move on, the world spins.

He remembered a post someone once shared on social media. It had said a study had found people could have 150 friends at a time. Saihara didn't believe that. No one could have more than say… ten, or maybe twenty friends. Saihara had a hard enough time keeping track of five people, two of which were his own aunt and uncle.

Saihara stood from his desk chair, going to the kitchenette in the corner of the office to retrieve another cup of coffee. He had no cases to attend and thus had taken to, more or less, messing around in his office for the day. He had expected at least two calls today-- a divorce lawyer and a high school classmate.

The lawyer, who he periodically sent clients to, had wanted to discuss his recent case. He was nice to chat to, but he rarely saw him outside of his office. Once in awhile, they would go out to dinner as a thank you to Saihara for getting so much evidence. He was a decent man, Saihara would even call him a friend on some occasions, but they didn’t talk often enough to solidify such a relationship.

Then there was his classmate. Every Saturday, he would look forward to the familiar ringtone of his personal cell. They would sometimes only be able to talk for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours, but it was always an enjoyable time for him. Often times, he had found himself silently listening to the words. The vibrant energy was something Saihara looked forward to, they embellished the most mundane of activities and made them sound exciting that even he couldn’t help but see wonder in the simple acts. He wished he could be closer, and hear everything in person. Phone calls were the best he could do though, and Saihara enjoyed every minute of them.

Saihara had been half way through pouring his coffee when his cell rang through the office. Odd, he thought as he sipped at the lukewarm drink. This is pretty early for a call. He shrugged it off though, figuring maybe his friend was busy later that day and this was the best time to call. He made his way quickly over to desk, retrieving the flip phone from his coat pocket in a practiced fashion and opening it to his ear.

“Akamatsu, how is Berlin-”

“Huh? It’s Kaito. Shuichi, Listen, I… I need your help.”

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That Friday night had become a blur, and Momota’s was still reeling over it. He had laid down onto the metal bunk of the cell to try and lessen his headache, both from the approaching hangover and he mess he found himself in. He was still trying to figure out what had occurred.

Momota had stared at Ouma’s body for what seemed like forever. He lie so still underneath the kotatsu, Momota was certain what he was looking at was a wax figure. Carefully, he leaned down into the bloody mess, his pants soaking in the top layer of gore that had yet to dry onto the hardwood.  His mind went blank for a moment. He wasn’t sure what to do. All his astronaut training and he wasn’t sure what to do. He carefully laid his hand onto Ouma’s cheek and…

It still felt warm.

Anger rose in Momota’s chest, glaring with disgust at the body on the floor. “This… This isn’t a funny joke, Kokichi!! You can’t… You ruined this blanket with this cheap shit!!” He received no response to his shouts, which only made him angrier. He began to violently shake Ouma. “What?! Did you fall asleep in the middle of your prank?! Wake up! It’s not funny!!” He lifted him from the floor, holding him him up by the ends of the ugly haori he wore. The once gaudy orange and green had been stained an ugly rust color. He looked him over, wanting to toss him immediately upon the sight.

“You even ruined my slippers! I really liked those!! What the hell is your problem?!” Momota tossed Ouma back onto the floor, which caused a sickening crack to be heard throughout the house. It made Momota stop, looking back down at the Ouma’s body. He… He thought Ouma would at least try to stop himself from hitting the floor so hard. He went back to the ground, carefully looking him over. “Hey, that… That sounded bad, are you okay?” Ouma continued to not respond, and concern had taken the place of anger. He shouldn’t have thrown him down like that, he could have a concussion. “Come on, Kokichi. Get up, okay? I have a first…” His hand came in contact with his cheek again, the warmth was gone. The cold sent a shock wave through Momota’s whole body.

He went to pick him back up, softly shaking him. This… was just a prank. Ouma was pranking him, like he always did. This prank had just… gone too far. “Kokichi, come on. I’m not as mad anymore, wake up.” He set him down on his back, the open flesh more visible now. “I’m going to get the first aid kit, o-okay?” Momota’s voice hitched, he got up and hurried to his kitchen, his slippers leaving bloody prints behind him.

Momota was quick, retrieving his phone from his pocket and dialing emergency services. He held the phone between his shoulder and ear, trying to keep his composure. He rushed the kitchen, not bothering to even turn on the light.

“119, what is your emergency?”

“Hello? My… Ouma, he’s really hurt. I think he was playing a prank on me, and I dropped him. He hit his head, I need paramedics!”

The conversation continued as he searched his cupboard, pulling out the first aid kit in a quick fashion that sent cups and a few other items clattering to the floor. He bent down to pick them up, only to feel wetness. He lifted the wet object to get a better look: it was one of his kitchen knives. It was odd that it was still wet, but he set it back on the counter and hurried back to Ouma. He only half listened to the operator’s instructions on how to try and help, his mind already knowing what to do even while he wasn’t fully there.

Paramedics took what felt like forever to get there. Relief fell over Momota’s features at the sight of them though, but his relief was quickly replaced by confusion. They had both stopped dead at the door frame. Their eyes stayed locked on the the world famous astronaut, leaning over the former Ultimate Supreme Leader in a blood soaked display. Momota shifted uncomfortably and had begun to stand, but had stopped mid rise. Very carefully, the head paramedic pushed the man with her to hurry to the two. She turned away, and quietly spoke into her walkie-talkie.

“I’m going to need police back up, I think this may have been a murder.”

[itsanerdlife]

Dealers Choice 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Fifty Shades of Grey jokes. Mentions of murder. Mentions of parental abuse. Mentions of drug use and hookers.

Your father had always been into bad shit, it’s what got your mother killed when you were five and your brother in an out of jail, doing his dealings. When the new King of the streets, Steve Rogers, takes over he threatens the lively hood your father is dependent on. When he finds your father’s in deep with his one weakness, gambling, Steve comes to play for keeps. Looking to walk away clean, your father bets something big, the only thing he has left. You. And he fucking loses. Now you belong to a Crime Lord. Things can’t get much worse, I mean it’s not like you’ll fall in love with him, right?

They sat in the blacked out Lexus, across the street as they watched her move slowly up the street shops with her little red headed friend in tow. He made a mental note to have Buck find out who the other woman was, and if she was tied to anything with Y/N’s father or if she had her own issues. Buck shifts in his seat behind the wheel for what felt like the millionth time.

“We’re watching her, why?” Buck sighs looking over at him. His black hair cut short and combed back, stray pieces fell over his forehead, drawing attention to the blue eyes he used to lure woman in. Steve rolls his eyes at his best friend.

“Tony says her father bets her. Like live stock or a lucky charm. He hasn’t lost her since she came of age.” Steve watches the woman stroll down the street. Her bags bumped together as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. She wore high waist jean shorts, a white T-shirt tied up, just under her ribs, exposing peeks at her skin between the waist of her shorts that started under her navel.

“You think she might be in on his scamming?” Buck looks back towards her. Steve snorts, scratching his fingers through the dark scruffy beard that covered his jaw and cheeks.

“Does she look like she’s apart of his bullshit?” He cocks his eyebrow at Buck. They’d been together since they were kids. They spent their teen years doing his fathers hustling and dealing out the beatings needed. When his father passed, the city was left to him and Buck, and they decided to run things differently now.

“She’s got great legs.” Buck chuckles, a smirk pulling up his lips.

“Buck.” Steve closes his eyes, trying hard to not laugh.

“What? You were thinking it.” He hears his best friend laugh. “Don’t lie to me.” Steve opens his eyes shaking his head.

“One track mind.” He snorts.

“What are you doing to do with her, if you do win tonight?” Buck asks after a few moments of silence, Y/N and her friend inside one of the shops as they waited.

“Nothing.” He replies. “Everything.” He shrugs. “Give her whatever she wants.” He chews his bottom lip. He hadn’t really thought it completely through. He’d take her from the miserable life she lived, taking care of her brother and father, who treated her no better than a house maid.

“Except for her freedom.” Buck nods.

“She’ll have her freedom.” He looks over at his friend. “She’ll just belong to me.” He explains. He would never take her choice in life away. She could have whatever she wanted. School? Work? Travel? He’d give her it all. If she wants to live on the beach and spend her days tanning and reading, fine by him. She’d have it. He realized Buck was watching him with soul searching blue eyes, Steve clears his throat, adjusting in his seat.

“Are you soft on this girl, Steve?” Buck smirks. Steve pauses, he blinks staring at the door of the shop Y/N was in at the moment.

“Is that what this is?” He looks over at Buck unsure what he was feeling.

“Yeah, punk. The warm feeling in your chest. It’s called feelings.” Buck chuckles, looking back over at the shop.

Feelings? She was gorgeous, interesting, sweet, at least from what he saw following her through the city and the file he had on his desk back home on her. It wasn’t like he met many worthy women in his line of work, addicts and hookers weren’t high on his list of worthy to date. Was it possible to be attached to a woman he had yet to formally meet, and was going to be a poker chip for a bet in tonight’s game?

Y/N and her friend stroll out of the shop, they giggle bumping into each other, before they quickly cross the street in front of the Lexus. She looks directly at the windshield, Steve stops breathing as he stares back at her. Not that she could see in but locking eyes with her he watched the blood rush to her cheeks as she looks away stepping up on the sidewalk.

“Are you breathing?” Buck’s brow connects with a smirk on his lips.

“Shut up and drive, Jerk.” Steve grumbles not looking at his best friend.

“Again?” Wanda sighs, linking her arm with your own.

“Needs his lucky charm.” You roll your eyes. Your father was betting you once again, to get out of a grave size hole he was in with the new King; Steve Rogers had taken over his daddy’s place running this city and he had big plans to do things differently. The city was changing and there were consequences for those who didn’t want to fall in line.

“Christ. Do you ever wish he would lose so you could start a new life?” She looks at you as she takes the bag from the cashier, the two of you slowly heading for the main door, to continue your pre-birthday extravaganza like you always did. Your face crinkles in disgust, making her laugh.

“With the scum he plays with? Hell no.” You shake your head.

“Have you seen Steve Rogers? He’s an orgasm in a suit.” The two of you burst into laughter, you had heard all about him, yet you never laid your eyes on him.

“Haven’t seen him.” You shake your head.

You and her link hands cross the street with quick feet and pointed toes, trying to not step into a pot hole or deep crack. A blacked out, black Lexus sits parked next to the street you were approaching. You couldn’t see in but the license plate readers ROGERS on the front, your cheeks burn red as you make it to the sidewalk. Was he around here? Shopping? Pure coincidence he was on the same street as you, the woman who he could be claiming as his property tonight with one bad hand.

“Girl, he will have you wishing your daddy loses his hand.” Wanda laughs, pulling you up the sidewalk, the blacked out, black Lexus begins to pull away. He was inside? How embarrassing, you had been staring and you knew it.

Her fingers played with the end of her, long necklace. Her stained pink lips moved to whatever it was she was listening to, the little headphones in each ear, plugged into her phone. Her long legs crossed, tapping her foot in the air. She wore a little white dress, it sat off her shoulders, the sleeves ending at her elbows, her hair falling over her shoulders. Her dress ended somewhere around the middle of her thighs leaving enough to imagination and brown knee high boots. Her father sat sweating in his chair, licking his lips over and over, he ran a hand through his hair before muttering something to himself.

His eyes glance over at his daughter, who was clearly uncomfortable being in a room filled with men leering at her like a prize. Two men fold, leaving Steve and her father Phil. Buck stood from his chair walking over to the bar, he takes two waters from the keeper, he walks over holding one out to Y/N. She flushes, looking embarrassed so caught up in her own little world of comfort, she smiles taking the bottle, she thanks him.

“Who’s showing first?” Tony grins from the side of the table where he sat dealing.

“Phil, has far more to lose tonight.” Steve smirks.

“I ain’t going home empty handed tonight, Rogers.” Phil smirks, laying his hand down, Straight flush. Steve nods, smiling as he lays his own hand down. Royal Flush.

“Looks like you are, though.” He leans back in his chair, his fingers resting over his lips, his elbow resting on the table edge, watching Phil fluster and spiral. She looks up, pulling the headphones from her ears, her eyes wide as she takes in what her father was cussing about.

“You lost?” She stares at her father. Her eyes dart over to him, she chews her bottom lip as she stares at him, he stares back. When she flushes red he looks to her father, who looked be struggling to handle his loss.

“A car will arrive for you in the morning, eight AM.” Bucky nods, looking over at Y/N who slowly nods. Her father slams his chair back jumping up, she stares at him as he storms towards him, fear flicked in her eyes. Her fathers hand closed down around her arm, yanking her up, she fumbles trying to stand up quickly.

“Phil.” Steve’s voice stern, deadly serious as he stands up, adjusting his suit jacket. “One bruise on her when she arrives to my house tomorrow and I will kick your door in and do the same to you.” He warns her father. Phil freezes, staring up at him, he nods loosening his grip on his daughter, she looks almost relieved before she follows him out of the warehouse.

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[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

On July 18th, 2015, I realized that the Republican Party had left me behind. On this day, while seeking the Republican nomination for president, Donald Trump had the following to say about an Annapolis graduate who was shot down, captured and tortured as a POW by the communist North Vietnam regime:

“He's not a war hero. He was a war hero because he was captured. I like people who weren't captured."

This verbal diarrhea came out of the mouth of a man who used his father’s wealth and privilege to dodge the draft five different times due to his “bone spurs”. Donald Trump is a traitor, a repeated draft dodger and the largest fraud in the history of our country.

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

So called MAGA “Patriot” leaders wrap themselves in our flag while pissing on the legacy of our founding fathers and the constitution. A vote for The False Orange Savior is a vote for tyranny. Putin thanks all of the MAGA politicians via $$$ for their service in the dismantling of the “United” States of America. It is always hard to accept that you have been scammed. However, this is reality. Look up how Putin was trained to take down western governments via creating this form of internal cancer when he was in the KGB.

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

Even the very few authoritative governments who support him publicly understand how incompetent and easily manipulated the man child is and that is why they want him back in the White House. The rest of the world is in shock and reeling from the fact that the most powerful country in the world has this idiot so close to being in power again.

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

Of the 44 former cabinet members who served in the Trump administration (each one “perfectly” hand picked by The Orange Shit Stain himself) only four of them are endorsing him in 2024. You don’t have to listen to even one liberal perspective to understand what DJT is really all about. Read up on what those 40 real conservatives have to say about their former boss. The man is as self absorbed of a narcissist as you will ever find. He will burn our country and your freedoms to the ground to protect his own lying shit covered ass.

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

I thought that the odds are always in the casino’s favor?

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

Putin served in the USSR's spy agency for 16 years, between 1975 and 1991, eventually reaching the rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

I have heard from multiple MAGA friends and family members that they trust Putin more than any Democrat. This frightening political stance by people who believe that they are acting in the best interest of our country shows the devastating impact of Russian propaganda spread through MAGA politicians and pundits. I generally do not agree with the Democratic party’s platform. However, every vote for a MAGA politician who enables this murderous former KGB leader is a vote against the very freedoms that our country was founded on.

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

Purchasing a bible from a man who solely worships money and power is like buying a vegan cookbook from Jeffrey Dahmer, or a book on military strategy and tactics penned by the Dalai Lama. I was raised as a conservative Christian, attended a religious school and still cannot believe how many idiots are being sucked in by the Alt-“Christian” Right movement. Read the New Testament people!! Donald Trump’s life has been a textbook example of EVERYTHING that Jesus warned people not to do!!!

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

I wonder what these two pieces of human sewage are so giddy about?

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

On December 3rd 2022 Donald Trump made the following post on Truth Social:

"A Massive Fraud of this type and magnitude allows for the termination of all rules, regulations, and articles, even those found in the Constitution,"

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

Who is to the right of the MAGA right? Just take a look at this picture and then open up your ears and mind to what The Orange Shit Stain Scam is really all about.