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[sugar boy @Sugark1475]

My personal advice to Elon Musk is straightforward: don’t let a political disagreement over taxes turn into a conflict that harms everything you’ve worked so hard to create. If you oppose Gina Hinojosa’s proposed tax policies, address them through negotiations, legal avenues, and public discussion rather than quickly threatening to leave Texas.

You have established some of the most impactful companies in the United States, generated thousands of jobs, and drawn billions in investments. Keep in mind that behind every Tesla plant are ordinary American workers and families who rely on those jobs to make a living. Don’t allow a political disagreement to put their livelihoods in jeopardy.

You don’t have to align with every governor, whether Democrat or Republican, but you should recognize that business leadership demands patience, strategy, and thoughtful decisions. Challenge the policy, not the people. Safeguard your employees, safeguard your businesses, and don’t allow politics to dismantle your empire.

[sugar boy @Sugark1475]

Look, Gina, the job is about results for regular Texans, not scoring points. Tesla, SpaceX, and the related projects have brought real investment and jobs to the state. SpaceX alone has put billions into the South Texas economy and supported thousands of direct and indirect jobs. The big chip and manufacturing plans tied to Musk’s companies are the kind of high-skill projects Texas has long tried to attract. Fighting those companies just to prove a point risks slowing or driving that activity somewhere else, and the people who get hurt are the workers and communities counting on the paychecks.

That doesn’t mean handing out blank checks or ignoring real problems. Data centers and large industrial projects put heavy pressure on the power grid, water, and local communities, and a lot of Texans have legitimate concerns about electricity costs, transparency, and whether the tax incentives are worth it. Fair rules applied evenly make sense. What doesn’t help is turning every disagreement into a political battle or treating major employers as enemies by default. The practical path is to keep the investment while putting clear protections in place so communities aren’t left holding the bag.

On the national side, a lot of people still support Trump because they liked the focus on American jobs, energy production, and pushing back on deals they saw as one-sided. No president is flawless, and results should be judged on what actually happened to employment, inflation, wages, and national security—not on tribal loyalty. At the same time, blind defense of everything is just as unhelpful as blind opposition. The country does better when leaders prioritize growth, individual freedom, and economic opportunity over endless partisan fights, whether the person in charge is Republican or Democrat. Texas and the country both need people willing to work with whoever is actually building things, while still demanding fair treatment for everyone else.

[MovieKingdom @kingdom4mo]

Everyone trying to act tough until the truth comes out.😱

[Helen Chika @joshua_helen1]

Would you have helped?

[Jankobanker @Jankobanker]

My husband once told his best friend that he couldn't remember the last time I made a sound during intimacy.

I heard him say it, and honestly, it hurt.

That night, I confronted him.

Me: So you think I'm boring in bed?

Husband: I didn't say that. I just wish you would tell me what you enjoy instead of keeping everything to yourself.

Me: Maybe you should stop assuming silence means I'm not enjoying myself.

He looked at me for a moment before asking something I wasn't expecting.

Husband: Then why don't we learn what makes us both happy?

[Ezmayy🌸 @BabyEzmay]

The person that let the snake in the plane without informing the authorities and proper measures should be arrested and taken to court

[movie queen 👑👑 @moviequeen22]

We both knew love was never the reason we came together. Sometimes, fate brings two people together for reasons neither can understand. 🖤

#Vikings #RagnarLothbrok #Aslaug #VikingsSeries

[shanon @shanondixy]

When I was 18, I fÙcked a man more than twice my age and he gave me the hardest 0rg@sm of my life and I squ!rted for the first (and only so far) time. [MF]

The last time I posted here was a story about having s3x with a girl. It seemed to be pretty popular and I had a few messages asking me to tell other tales of my sexual experiences. I’ll share another with you .This one is about one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

To begin the story, I should say that I really like older men. I can’t say exactly why - I suppose I like that their faces are more mature, that they have bits of grey in the hair on their face, or maybe it’s the way they treat me like I’m a rockstar when they finally fuck me. Who knows? I don’t analyze it. I’m sure I have some daddy issues, but any girl who says she doesn’t have daddy issues is lying to either you or herself.

Ever since I reached sexual maturity, I have been attracted to men who are thirty and older. I never did anything like lie about my age in order to date older guys, like some girls I knew. I didn’t do anything really - I just admired them from afar and waited until I could finally do something.

I dated boys my age, but they all smell like they didn’t know how to wear deodorant properly. Plus they act like assholes, always bragging about their accomplishments like it was supposed to impress me. God, the worst is when they brag about their parent’s accomplishments, as if they somehow contributed anything to them. I hate that so much.

I’m 19 now. When I finally turned 18, I signed up for Tinder. I set my age range to thirty and older. I didn’t have an upper limit for age, because I doubted that many extremely old men would be on Tinder looking for 18 year olds. I was wrong, haha! There are tons of horny, significantly older men. I decided not to swipe right on guys above the age of 50.

The problem was that a lot of those older guys also acted like guys my age, so the conversations dropped off after a few messages. It’s too bad, because I would have fucked nearly all of them if they’d known what to say to me other than, "Let's fuck."

Oh well.

Eventually I matched with a guy who was in his early 40s. He was a foreign guy from the United States who had been in Russia for a few years and even spoke Russian fairly well. He seemed quite nice and didn’t want to go on and on about himself, even though he probably could have and still made the conversation interesting. He did something or another in the oil and gas industry and had visited quite a few countries. I liked that. He's like a man of the world, and it impressed me.

He was interested in me and kept asking me questions about what I wanted to do with my life. He knew a few people who worked in the field I eventually want to become involved in (photography) and offered to put me in contact with them if I wanted. It was nice because he wasn’t pushy like, “If you fuck me, I’ll help you out.” like a lot of the older men I’d met through that app.

We talked about what we wanted at the end result of our communication. I told him I knew that he wasn’t dumb enough to want a relationship with an eighteen-year old girl. And if he wanted to fuck me, he didn’t need to trick me into believing that he wanted a relationship. I just wanted to fuck an older man, that’s all.

So we met at a cafe. I’d decided before I left my place that if I liked him in person, I’d try to fuck him at the end of the date. So we met, we talked, and generally enjoyed each other’s company. We had absolutely nothing in common, and I didn’t mind at all because he was such an interesting guy with an equally interesting sense of humor.

I couldn’t wait to fuck him.

He tried the usual, “Hey, do you want to come to my place to watch a movie?” thing, but I stopped him. I told him that we probably didn’t like the same types of movies and that I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I guess it’s my straightforward Russianness, haha.

[sugar boy @Sugark1475]

My personal advice to Elon Musk is straightforward: don’t let a political disagreement over taxes turn into a conflict that harms everything you’ve worked so hard to create. If you oppose Gina Hinojosa’s proposed tax policies, address them through negotiations, legal avenues, and public discussion rather than quickly threatening to leave Texas.

You have established some of the most impactful companies in the United States, generated thousands of jobs, and drawn billions in investments. Keep in mind that behind every Tesla plant are ordinary American workers and families who rely on those jobs to make a living. Don’t allow a political disagreement to put their livelihoods in jeopardy.

You don’t have to align with every governor, whether Democrat or Republican, but you should recognize that business leadership demands patience, strategy, and thoughtful decisions. Challenge the policy, not the people. Safeguard your employees, safeguard your businesses, and don’t allow politics to dismantle your empire.

[⚡THUNDERSTORM ⚡ @YoungD_009]

26歳女性です。父の金銭問題について、客観的なご意見をいただきたいです。

自営業を営む父は、長年にわたり父方の祖父母や伯父の家族を支援し続けてきました。伯父の子供たちの学費だけで約3,000万円、生活費も含めると総額1億円近くになると言われています。現在も祖父母の毎月の家賃10万円を払い続けています。

しかし、父の事業は資金繰りが悪化して借金が膨らんでおり、破産する可能性が高い状態です。私自身も父に約200万円を貸しており、最近では毎月40万円ほど求めてくるようになりました。父は「育ててやったのだから、助け合うのは当然だ」と言います。

祖父母からも父を助けるよう言われ、伯父の子供たちと比較されながら「もっといい仕事に就かないと父親を助けられないぞ」と言われました。

そこで私は、母、弟、母方の祖母と共に、ローン完済済みの持ち家に引っ越して独立することを提案しました。これにより、父が現在支払っている月30万円の生活費が不要になり、父が祖父母と同居すれば家賃10万円も削減できるため、年間で480万円の支出削減になります。

[LAYLAH @Morenikeji89392]

大学時代の親友から同窓会に誘われたとき、彼と最後に会ってから、もう7年近くが経っていました。

大学時代、私たちは本当に仲の良い友人でした。

一緒に勉強し、パーティーに参加し、お互いの秘密を打ち明け、試験で大変なときも支え合っていました。

しかし、卒業後はそれぞれ違う道を歩むことになりました。

私は仕事のために別の街へ引っ越し、彼は地元に残ってキャリアを築いていました。

久しぶりに再会した彼は、以前よりずっと大人びていて、自信に満ちた別人のように見えました。

[Kay @_SheisKay]

Warewolf vs Titan

[THE LAST KING @lullymolly]

I RETURNED HOME AFTER A TWELVE-HOUR SHIFT, SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT, AND MY HUSBAND SLAPPED ME IN FRONT OF HIS MOTHER.

Ten minutes later I was on the kitchen floor with blood running down my legs.

I was terrified I was losing my baby.

They still believed I was powerless.

That was the biggest mistake they could have made.

I arrived at our house in Alexandria at 8:20 p.m.

My feet were swollen from twelve hours of work.

I had not even closed the front door when Carter slapped me across the face.

The blow sent me into the hallway wall.

He yelled that I was late and told me to make dinner for his mother.

His mother, Mrs. Eleanor, sat in the living room smiling.

She said discipline starts in the womb.

A lazy mother raises a lazy child.

Sharp pains had been coming and going all day.

Nobody in that house cared.

I went into the kitchen and cooked while my stomach tightened.

When dinner was ready, Mrs. Eleanor tasted it and spit it out.

She said it was awful.

Carter said I could not do anything right.

I told them I got home late because I was not feeling well.

Mrs. Eleanor shoved me by the shoulder.

My back hit the counter.

Pain shot through my abdomen.

My legs gave way.

Warm blood ran down my legs and pooled on the floor.

I said my baby.

Carter stood up but did not help.

He told me to cut the dramatic bullshit.

I reached for my phone to call 911.

He grabbed it and threw it across the kitchen.

The screen shattered.

He said I was not calling anybody.

Mrs. Eleanor said if I lost the baby it would be my own fault.

Carter moved closer.

He said his uncle was a senior prosecutor.

He was an attorney.

I did not stand a chance against them.

For two years I had endured his temper and his mother’s insults.

I stayed quiet because I wanted a life that belonged to me.

But my father once told me that real power is not something you show off.

You use it when you have run out of every other option.

I looked at Carter and told him to call my father.

He laughed.

His mother laughed with him.

She called my father a miserable country bumpkin.

Carter found the contact labeled Dad and put the call on speaker.

It rang three times.

Then my father answered.

Carter started talking.

He told him his daughter was being dramatic and needed to learn her place.

My father listened without interrupting.

When Carter finished, my father said only one sentence.

He said he would be there in twenty minutes.

Carter laughed again and hung up.

He told me to clean the floor.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang.

Carter opened it still smiling.

Three men in suits stood on the porch.

Behind them were two police officers.

My father did not raise his voice.

He simply said he was the director of a federal agency and that his daughter and unborn grandchild had been assaulted.

The officers stepped inside.

Carter’s smile disappeared.

Mrs. Eleanor tried to speak.

No one listened.

They took me to the hospital in an ambulance.

The baby was stable.

Carter was arrested that night.

His uncle the prosecutor could not help him.

Some people believe their connections make them untouchable.

They forget that the quiet person they have been hurting may have someone far more powerful waiting to be called.

Never assume the person you abuse has no one who can protect them

[Miss Pretty Petty 💋 @yinkamuse]

Ever since my mom got with my stepdad I've had a new stepsister and brother. This sister has always tried to weirdly pursue me as we grew up. She comes into my room and gets on top of me and tries to pin me down and put herself in suggestive positions. Every time this happens I freeze up and don't know how to get myself out of it. Shes gotten to the point of undressing slowly while trapping me all while staying dead silent. I admit she has gotten me to finger her. She would grab my hand and force me to do it.

[Emilia @noirframez]

Years on Twitter, now X, and I’m still stumbling across features I never knew existed. The fact that you can turn a post into a screenshot straight from the Copy Link option is such a clever little trick. X keeps surprising me!

[D_chris @CDonatus75892]

🎥🎥 what a scene to watch

[ADE @golddfrm]

My father-in-law gave my 10-year-old daughter a $15 gift card for her birthday, then handed his neighbour’s son a cheque for $12,000 in front of everyone. When my daughter asked why, he told her something that made the entire dinner table go quiet.

My name is Lauren. I’m 35, married to Eric, and we live in a quiet suburb outside Denver, Colorado.

My husband and I have two children, a 10-year-old daughter named Sophie and a six-year-old son named Lucas.

Eric’s father, Richard, is a successful retired businessman. He owns several rental properties and has never struggled financially.

Unfortunately, he has always treated his grandchildren differently.

Sophie is a quiet child. She loves drawing, reading and spending hours designing little houses in her notebook.

Lucas is more outgoing and loves sports.

Richard absolutely adores Lucas.

He buys him expensive basketball shoes, takes him to baseball games and regularly gives him money.

With Sophie, things have always been different.

He once told her that drawing wasn’t a serious hobby and that she should spend more time doing something useful.

I never confronted him because I didn’t want my children growing up around unnecessary family arguments.

[SUCCY BANKZ @SuccyBankz]

Back then when I was in high school, I hated the sound of my father’s old car.

It was a small, blue sedan that made a loud noise whenever he started the engine. The paint was fading, one of the windows barely worked, and the passenger door had to be opened from the outside.

My father had owned that car for almost fifteen years.

I was sixteen when I started becoming embarrassed by it.

Whenever he came to pick me up from school, I would pretend not to see him. Sometimes, I would walk several streets away before calling him to say I was ready.

He never complained.

He would simply wait until I got into the car and ask how my day went.

I usually gave him one word answers.

Things became worse when some of my classmates started making jokes about his car.

One afternoon, a friend saw him waiting outside the school gate and laughed.

“Is that your dad’s car? I thought that thing belonged in a museum.”

I laughed along with them, even though I knew it wasn’t funny.

That evening, I told my father I no longer wanted him picking me up from school.

He looked at me for a moment before asking why.

I told him I was old enough to take the bus.

He nodded and said, “Alright. Just make sure you get home safely.”

From that day, I stopped allowing him to come near my school.

For the next two years, I took the bus home, even on days when it rained heavily.

My father continued working as a mechanic at a small workshop. He wasn’t wealthy, but he always made sure I had everything I needed for school.

Whenever I needed money for books, school trips, or examination fees, he somehow found a way to provide it.

Still, I never appreciated those things.

I was too busy wishing he could be like the fathers of some of my classmates.

On the morning of my high school graduation, my father asked if he could attend the ceremony.

I hesitated before saying yes.

He arrived wearing his best shirt and an old pair of brown shoes. He even shaved his beard that morning.

When I saw him standing near the entrance, I felt embarrassed again.

I quickly walked past him and joined my classmates.

During the ceremony, I noticed him sitting quietly at the back.

He didn’t have a camera like some of the other parents. He simply watched as students received their certificates.

After the ceremony, my teacher asked me to come to the staff room.

She handed me a small brown envelope.

“Your father asked me to give you this after graduation,” she said.

I opened it, expecting money or perhaps a simple congratulatory message.

Instead, I found several photographs.

They were pictures of me at different school events.

My first debate competition. My inter-house sports day. My science exhibition. Even a photograph of me receiving an award in my second year.

I was confused because I had never seen my father at most of those events.

Then I noticed something written on the back of each photograph.

“I watched him win today. He looked so happy.”

“He was nervous before going on stage, but he did well.”

“I wish I could have taken a better picture.”

I looked at my teacher.

She quietly explained that my father had been coming to school for years.

Sometimes, he arrived during his lunch break. Other times, he came straight from the workshop before his shift ended.

He never wanted me to see him because he knew I was uncomfortable around him.

🧵

[Nia Carter @iRexFTBL]

Punished, then rewarded

[voidnarrates @Ke_vi_nn_]

I guess she’s super irresistible 😅

[OG @OGentertained]

Shirtless sailing lessons hit different when he’s guiding your hands on the helm.

The Chemistry between them is oozing of the screen 📺