new fanfic just posted
Joe Biden/Donald Trump
2024 US election
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Vote vote vote vote vote vote vote vote
Have you voted yet? No? Do it. Don’t let your children/nieces or nephews/whatever look up at you and see someone who did nothing. Let them see someone who did what they could.
If your parents haven’t voted, bite at their ankles. Bite at everyone’s ankles. Become the national ankle biter, just get a someone to vote.
The polls don’t matter. Whether you’ re in a swing state or not doesn’t matter. Go vote please if someone send me proof they voted (the sticker) I’ll post the next chapter of Saiki Kusuo and the Olympians a little bit early. I’ll post a really cute picture of a frog I stole if 5 people reblog w/ an I Voted sticker that hasn’t been worn yet.
Vote vote vote vote please I can’t do shit I’m a minor only 80,000 votes made a difference last year
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Yes Yes
Reita smiled proudly at the new note in his hand, glancing at the new girl in class. She had short, ebony hair and a permanent frown on her face that would be a off-putting to anyone that was less desperate.
He sauntered over to her desk, leaning casually on the wood. "This is for you," he said, slipping it in front of her before he strode away.
And promptly tripped over an invisible force.
His heart sank, glancing up to see the girl staring at him, a familiar smirk glittering in her usually-purple eyes.
I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE OH MY LORD WRITER'S BLOCK HIT ME LIKE A BRICK SAIKO'S SHOULD BE OUT EVENTUALLY
IT HAS BEEN FOUND I am so relieved
I'm so sorry to everyone getting 15 notifications a week from me, I'm bored and don't have any birthdays to write for (or, at least, none that I know the character of)
I'm lowkey freaking out where is my goddamn cupcake recipe
It was on Sally's Baking addiction and now it's goooooone and it was the only one that didn't make you use fancy stuff like oil or expresso ;-;
Oh no oh no I don’t like this at all
Kamala please pull through please
needed to get this idea out of my nervous system
Metori glided easily through the math test, marking answers carelessly. His tutors had taught him all this months ago, and he couldn't believe these idiots were still on it. He opened his mouth to tell the teacher he finished.
A frustrated sigh whistled out from beside him, and he glanced surreptitiously at the kid beside him. Kuboyasu stared at his paper, lips pursed.
He glanced at his paper and back at the kid beside him. The stress of the test was clear on his face.
In other words, Saiko had nothing to do with the note now on Kuboyasu's desk.
I GOT HIM!!!! I GOT THE BOY!!!!!!
Well, not really finished it. I'm definitely gonna add more questions and maybe more characters, but I was impatient to get it out so I've published it anyway.
"I hope you understand why I invited you to my office," Matsuzaki said calmly. Kongou just stared at him defiantly.
"No, teach. I don't," he all but spat, his face twisted in annoyance.
"Kongou, I wanted to talk to you about your grades in Japanese. You're seriously lagging behind." Kongou rolled his eyes.
"I'll try harder. Is that all?" Matsuzaki quieted and peered at the student before him. Finally, he nodded, and Kongou stood abruptly and stalked out.
Matsuzaki glanced down at the poem in front of him, Kongou Tsuyoshi written at the bottom. Maybe next time, he'd confront him.