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@PinkNews That is my First Man to our (potential) Prime Minister 🙂‍↕️

Bisexual Argentine hockey player Nicolás Keenan shares his ‘closeted’ love story that reflects the global hit show ‘Heated Rivalry’. Nicolás, who plays for Dutch Hoofdklasse club Klein Zwitserland, discusses how he kept his relationship with Rob Jetten - the Netherlands’ potential new Prime Minister - from the public eye. As a closeted professional hockey player, Nicolás recognised the similarities between himself and Scott Hunter’s story within the series. However, Nicolás reveals he realised he could no longer keep his sexuality hidden after meeting Rob. With Rob’s political race in full swing, the couple share their relationship on the World stage.

I realize it’s my own fault that my algorithm is feeding me boatloads of Heated Rivalry content, but man, I want to unsubscribe now. But before I do, since I have this platform, I’m gonna use it —

My album is done.

@crewneckism @sairated Definitely don’t need it 🫶🏼 (you’re amazing)

no one is leaking ember and ice what happened to being a community

nobody cares, everyone’s at the cottage

Scenes after the Abu Dhabi GP

@maroonstan mmm…

Notice how Olivia dean is on nobody's wrapped

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

This is literally all Zendaya wanted in Challengers

💔💙 #INTBAR

Dear Ma & Pa MAGA, I have a question for you, one I very much doubt you’ll answer even if you do manage to read this post all the way through. And yes, I understand that facts are about as useful to you as a cousin-less dating pool and a case of woke beer you can’t shoot, but for now at least, they are still facts, regardless of how you feel about them. So, here goes… what I want to know is this - what has Donald Trump done since he returned to office that has benefitted you or your life in some tangible, measurable way? How has he made your life better? Did pardoning or releasing the most violent January 6th insurrectionists make you safer in your home? Did shutting down the Office of Gun Violence Prevention make your kids safer at school? What about the freeze on cancer research? Halting the operations and external communications from federal agencies like the FDA & CDC? Did you get a job you otherwise would not have gotten thanks to the dismantling of DEI? Did ending protection from discrimination at work make your daughter’s professional path easier? Did stopping the aid we were sending to Ukraine and Taiwan put more food on your plate? Did raising prices on your prescriptions make it easier for you to manage whatever medical condition you have which requires treatment? Does shutting FEMA down make you worry less because you live in a state recently ravaged by hurricanes or wildfires? Do you sleep better at night knowing that ICE is raiding offices and citrus groves in some blue state nowhere near you? Because here’s the thing — eggs are now more expensive than they were a few weeks ago and in short supply due the Bird Flu we can’t get any official government health or food safety information about, gas and groceries are more expensive, school shootings are still happening, you’re still not going to get a job you were never qualified for, your daughter can now get fired for being a woman, the hurricanes the government won’t help you with aren’t going to stop coming, the immigrants who picked your citrus fruit aren’t showing up for work, the crime rate which was already lowering hasn’t decreased in the least and isn’t going to, and the bridge repair project your town has been counting on, is indefinitely on hold. “Re-taking” the Panama Canal isn’t going to change any of those facts, neither is “annexing” Canada or “taking” Greenland. Your taxes aren’t going down, prices are going up, your towns are no safer, you aren’t suddenly more qualified at your job, your daughter can be discriminated against, you don’t know and won’t know if there’s a public health emergency or if your food is safe, your roads aren’t getting repaired, your produce isn’t getting picked, and your government won’t be coming to help you in the middle of a natural disaster. So, what have you gained? What will you get? Nothing he has done has improved your life. None of it is designed to. Is this what you voted for? Is it enough that he hates the people you hate? Is that all you think you need? Because from where I’m sitting, given the fact that he’s actually made your lives a heck of a lot harder, it sure as shit does look that way.

I attended Trump’s inauguration yesterday. Here are my thoughts:

@qasr_98 @bliss_n16 She is an Instagrammer, but quite niche. And I believe he participated in Eurovision a while ago for Sweden 😂

@dian_goemaat @bliss_n16 Who are them 😭 Are they celebrities?

remember how we all lost our collective minds when these pics dropped and we thought this was charles

@qasr_98 @bliss_n16 Hanna Schönberg’s boyfriend Eric Saade!

@bliss_n16 Who is this 😭

ICON. 🇳🇱

It's been a very good day for Spain 🍾

Girls summer

The 2022 World Cup will never be forgotten 🎉 twitter.com/brfootball/sta…

Impossible to forget this performance by Kylian Mbappé ⭐️🇫🇷 #Mbappé Hat trick in a World Cup final. Also, one more penalty scored. 12 World Cup goals in two editions. …fair to remember he’s still 23! Special.