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.
It's almost time for Zack and Cody's reservation at the Italian restaurant
i love me some oscar isaac, but goddamn miguel o’hara can fight me.
idc if he’s fine asf, we fightin, u CANNOT just do what he did to my son Miles, i cannot b convinced otherwise
I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:
Fictional characters are objects.
They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.
I finally drew something after being art blocked for three years and obviously it had to be Jason, I firmly belive he came back to life with a dead person skin tone so he's not tanish he's just a zombie
i want to suck him. i want to fuck him. i want to make him cry. i want him to make me cry. i want him to empty inside me. i want his tongue in every orifice. i want to forget what my name is. i want to steal his last name. i want to scream. i want to cream. i want to be reamed. i want his dick charting new territory. i want him so intimately familiar with every ridge and bump of my insides he can read what it says in braille. i want cum to seep from my nose, ears and eyes. i want my ancestors concerned. i want to birth him an empire. i want to suck him and again, i would like to fuck him.
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“Oh yeah, Babs and Tim are the computer geniuses,” any one of the other Batkids say as they hack into the Pentagon for the third time that week.
“Oh yeah, Dick’s the nice, happy one,” one of the other Batkids say while Nightwing walks off whistling from where he left fourteen assassins unconscious and bleeding in an alley.