He now claims if he (arestovitch) ain't elected as Ukrainian president it will be over for Ukraine. He went this week especially crazy talking about some kind of third republic for Ukraine giving elections speeches about how Ukrainian lives are more important than the territory and dunking on Zelenskyy.

But funniest part was that he was telling oh no big deal if Zelenskyy doesn't do election and will become unelected on May 20. But now he is basically telling Zelenskyy must go after licking Zelenskyy butt from 2019-2023

And of course I predicted this:

But reality is Zelenskyy got in so many shady stories so he has only 2 ways out.

1st capture Moscow

2nd never end this conflict

He has no other options

So he is starting to be harmful for US (not talking about EU since that organisation is just r-slur, they told EU countries not to accept Russian elections results in hope to legitimate Zelensky )

porn starts after the * * *

We all hear the familiar security chime and the door swing open. I perk up, quickly set down the ladle and briskly walk—no, almost run—to the door. I throw my arms around William and bury my face in his chest.

“Hi, honey,” he says. I can feel and hear the vibrations of his voice in his chest.

“Hi baby,” I say. He brings his hand around my head and runs his fingers through a thin lock of my hair that managed to escape my bun. “I made chicken marsala, your favorite!” I tell him.

He lets out a soft chuckle, and we come to the table with the two kids.

“Mom, I'm hungry,” Johnny says.

“Now that Dad's home, we can eat. Boys, go serve yourselves. And Johnny, help your little brother out.”

“Okay,” Johnny says to me. He gets up out of his seat and walks over to Kelvin, who's reading a picture book about cars and trucks. “Kelvin, put that away now, we're going to eat dinner now.”

“Okay,” Kelvin says in his cute little voice. William and I have a beat of shared happiness watching our little Johnny helping out his brother.

Johnny goes to the stovetop and serves himself. Kelvin obediently stands behind his older brother, watching his every move. Johnny turns to him and serves him, though probably a little too much for his smaller stomach. My husband and I follow behind, serve ourselves food, and when we're all sitting down, we say grace and dig in.

I finish wiping down the countertop. The boys are in bed and William is showering after a long day's work. After putting away the leftovers and closing the fridge door, my eye is drawn to a family picture held under a magnet. I take the picture off of the fridge door and smile. It's a picture with me, my husband, and our two kids, taken a year or two ago by my sister while our family was playing at the local park. I love it so much because of the genuine joy on all of our faces, and because of my pride in the family that I have built. My hand feels the growing bump in my stomach, and I know that the picture will be outdated soon.

William steps out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet with steam billowing out of the open door. Almost instinctually, I perk up out of bed and bite my upper lip seeing his body like that, only obscured by a small towel. He smirks and starts running his hands through my hair, and I let out some kind of instinctual sound that I can't quite describe. William presses my face against his towel, his peepee throbbing underneath. I can smell his pheromones through it.

He lets go of the towel and it falls to the floor. His peepee flops onto my face, and I instinctually start sucking. He palms the top of my head with his hand, pushing my head towards and back, towards and back again. From so much experience, my gag reflex has been completely disintegrated. His peepee moves back and forth in my mouth, inching farther and farther back in my throat every time. It feel so good to feel and taste every square inch of his peepee filling my mouth and throat. His imposing figure—as seen from down where my eyes are—only makes me hornier.

Eventually I need to take a breath. I push back, and William's hand seems reluctant, but it lets go. I gasp. I grab his peepee, ready to keep sucking but William has other plans. He scoops me up and throws me on the bed, turns me around so that I'm laying on my back and my kitty is facing him. He grabs the waistband of my leggings and my panties and tries to take them off, but the leggings end up inside out, still snugly attached around my ankles.

“Stupid woman,” he says to me. “Why wouldn't you be ready for me?”

I giggle, say sorry, and kick my legs up to finish taking them off. As soon as they're off, he grabs me by my waist and brings me closer to them so my kitty is flush with the edge of the bed, and he goes inside. His hands on my waist, he pulls me into him and thrusts into me. My heart absolutely pounding, butterflies swarming about from pure love, I let out an involuntary moan, trying to keep quiet for the kids.

He thrusts into me more and more. He's so horny that I can feel his rapid heartrate beating through his peepee. Every bit of warmth he transfers to me, every inch he thrusts—it fuels my absolute desire for him, for him alone and no one else. I let out another sound, this one a deliberate release of my pent-up joy.

His right hand grows curious and moves its way up my chest under my shirt. He rolls my shirt up and grabs my breast as he fricks me. I make eye contact with him and smile, and then in pleasure I bite my upper lip. His breathing is heavy and labored.

He goes harder, his hip bones smashing harder and harder into mine. “Mmmmmmm~!” I say, my upper lip still bit. I wrap my legs around him, feeling what I can of his musculature with my thighs and the sides of my legs. He puts his hand on around my throat, and presses his thumb against my trachea. He lets out a soft grunt under his increasingly labored breaths.

I can feel in the rhythm of his thrusts and redness of his face that he's about to c*m. I wrap my legs around him and pull him close into me. As he exhales an exhilarated “Frick” under his breath, I feel the c*m squirt out of his peepee and into me. I moan now and c*m too.

He breathes heavily, exhausted. He kisses me and the baby in my stomach and then flops down to me. I lay my head on his chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair a few times. We fall asleep like this.

i wrote this myself. it is an extremely personal fantasy that feels almost strange to share online.

the most painful part about all of this is that this (or something close to it) is a reality for many women. it's just that God decided to curse me for some reason and now i am forced to be an onlooker to the life which i so desperately want to live. i believe that people are wired to want to live a certain way, so some women want to start families with their husbands in the suburbs, and others don't and would rather live in a lesbian relationship in the city. i dont have anything against the latter, its just that i have been cursed to be wired for the former. and it is thus that the life that i was made for only exists in my head.

i seriously think about killing myself everyday, maybe then i'll have a chance to be reborn as a woman, or at least be dead and not have to live through this.

See reactions at the ENTIRE FRONT PAGE of the arr UCLA subreddit, finally they see some real MIZRACHI JVDEAN KANGZ face to face

Link to 2 hour livestream:

Russians were trying to remove an anti tank mine but accidentally triggered it. https://t.co/3IJwl7nSuw pic.twitter.com/qWic1nVuZT

— Special Kherson Cat 🐈🇺🇦 (@bayraktar_1love) April 25, 2024

The judge? Necromatriach Heather Williams.

It makes me sad. If they had better parents or a parent, or if there environment was a little better they wouldn't be where they are. Then I'll see an older one with mental illness. Those ones are scary because they probably had a stable adult life and then their mind ruined them. I wish the latter on my enemies.

disbanding UCPD, and ceasing new construction projects on the South Side.

— Eman Abdelhadi (@emanabdelhadi) April 29, 2024

@FrozenChosen !chiraqis

Like, I know Redditors like to be smug and pretend to not understand that headlines have different gramatical rules to enable them to be short, concise, and alluring, so that they can complain about the headline being misleading because they want to comment without reading the article and without getting all the facts wrong.

But is this guy just applying the circlejerk to clear headlines like this (that are actually written like a full sentence) for updoots or are they just a genuine moron?

https://9gag.com/gag/ae9N9op#comment

a very small influencer married into a billionaire family and i am absolutely dying over her demanding this insta handle pic.twitter.com/5asl0O2Vjr

— erb (@bentleyliz2) April 30, 2024

you claimed a username that is not your full name, which is a violation of instagram TOS and and US law. enjoy prison.

!foidmoment

P.S. trauma survivors poison the well. Kill the male feminist, kill the victims.

@Garry_Christmas youre a doctor please help

There's a whole load of flagged comments talking about how society is degenerating. As ever, make an account and enable "show dead" to see them.

One such fellow is Steve76:

No one likes a drunk engineer, surgeon, pilot, or roofer.

Go to the poor part of town and look closely. Same houses but the people make them poor.

There's no fixing them. von Mises, Cowperthwaite, the Asian miracle really does have pain underneath all that sudden prosperity. Those harmed seek it. Their drunkeness is a decades long suicide.

Life gets harsh quick. "If only ..." is a teenage denial.

One brings down many. I do not retaliate. Instead I leave them behind to a very extreme degree. What a convenience the riots occur so close to medical research labs.

Their collateral damage from my personal medicine means less and less. They go up in a full on nuclear exchange? Oh no, the drunks. Oh no, the rioters.

Okay that seems a bit , let's see what else this guy talks about. His account was made in 2018 and he's been shadowbanned. All of his comments going back months are dead.

I own the world. Not from the law but because I'm better than everyone. Anyone who wants it is free to try to take it.

Drunk. Sober. Dealer. User. None of it matters. All that matters is I win.

If my political opposition sides with commies by shooting dope, guess what? Those people die.

If Asia gets its butt on its shoulders again through hard work and austerity? Guess what? I'm hitting that continent with an asteroid load of dope, drugs you wouldn't believe. Those people die.

They fashion themselves better, beyond conventional morality. They're not the savage. I am. I am the ghost in the darkness. I am the demon of the jungle.

Uhh based I guess?

Wherever authoritarians go people flee like an ogre is attacking their village. They are completely incapable. All they do is erupt in occasional animal violence and leave the world barren. All for their endless quest for a world without rules.

Other people live here, not just me. It's their country too, not just mine. I walk away from power. That gives me the ability not to accept everyone else's problems. It's a much stronger leadership position than some ignorant foreigner getting hard at bossing everyone else around. Whether tyrants did the crime or not, they are guilty. Everyone's problem is there problem now and they will never solve it. They are a pathetic measly gang, truly standing against a brutal world which will devour them.

The day isn't work for me. I do things like space launch and genetic research because I like to do it. I work better and more dedicated than anyone else in the world. They can't. They hate each other. They hate themselves. They spoiled great hope for the world because they are diseased moronic bullies. Dealing with them is cleaning with filth. You just spread it around and make a bigger mess.

It's time to leave them behind. Go into fusion, microreactors, space, genetics and don't share it this time. The world fooled us. We bailed them out from a horrible famine in the early 90s. Once we saved them, they just used it to attack us. Let them tear each other apart, die, and go away. They ruined my life enough already.

Yeah okay he's just nuts. He has comments going back years that are all like this. Let's see where it all began. Was Steve76 ever normal? Will we witness his slow descent into madness?

And to add to that comment, so much of modern life is due to that. In the problem of Theodicy, I blame the drunken s*x glutton, not nature.

No, he was always nuts

!metashit

!dramatards

>Every time I see my old friends posting photos with their tongues out and a drink in their hand I get mad. My best friend travels a lot for work and goes out to bars all over the country in her downtime. I cannot help but feel extremely >pissed off about it. I know it's an ugly way to feel but she's just getting Covid infections and still healthy as one could be. I almost lost everything and now I'm disabled.

With a subset of Republicans, the House of Representatives has the votes to end Trump's candidacy, as described by the Supreme Court's recent ruling.

Today's collaboration to keep a loyalist Republican as a House Speaker marks a triumph of sanity as the fascist threat would finally be put down.

Barring that, we face Civil War this summer as the inevitability of Trump's revenge, should he fail to be elected, forces the hand of the American People.

TRUMP MUST NOT RUN.

I believe this is one of the first videos of the incident.

In this video you can see he’s trying to escape a protestor blockade preventing access. He is running from them and they chase him down and surround him. Like they’re on a hunt. I don’t know what’s happening now….… https://t.co/aB7wEIcCuD pic.twitter.com/t5yCXVp0J9

— Stephanie🕊 (@stephsvox) May 1, 2024