California made it illegal to show or request photo ID to vote. You cannot show your photo ID even voluntarily!

This is one HOT HOT song!!! WOW

This is the stom I played and Maci sang at the talent show. "Storms" by Ember Frost (1st Cut) - Written and Played By Edgar Collins © Edgar Collins. All rights reserved Listen to it and give me feed back. FYI: Maci did the video. @enchantedhottie @FunAva007 @Katgirlxmeow @AnaDivincienzo @seanachiejimK @TravisNei @WeHaveHope231 @TheTigreTwins @Jagsfan67 @Kadi_Kat_ @JenneCameron @danielthedadtn @AlvinMaxMaxwell

It was a great dinner. That’s all I’m going to say. Oh! One more thing…. Last night at that party I swear I thought I saw Spencer with a blonde. Edgar says he didn’t see her. (Mmhmm.) Maci says it couldn’t have been her. Now I’m wondering… 👑 @AnaDivincienzo - Was it her?

HOLY COW 😳👑 Edgar’s song “The Queen’s BPM” is sitting at almost 1,200 views. That’s the only track where he actually used Queen Spencer’s name… and he only posted it once. Once. Let’s see what happens if we actually share it this time. 💛 youtu.be/Jd-Xr6vSESI?si=c_r5…

Maci 💋 Confidence is attractive. Competence is unforgettable. That applies everywhere. 💋 #Leadership #WomenInLeadership #Politics #NYC

Okay this is going to drive me crazy to ask but I’m doing it anyway. Tomorrow my best friend Maci turns 24. Can we repost this and try to get her to 100 likes just to surprise her? But she deserves a little chaos and a lot of love.

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Stockings on or off?? ❤️❤️

Just a little Friday fun 💋💋😘 How is everyone??

Okay Queen. Why are you not famous? You are better looking. @enchantedhottie

Good morning!! (for most of you) ❤️❤️💘 #MondayMotivation #MondayVibes Yachtt life. #yachting Edgar does pretty good with his camera yes?

Insane, delusional people k*ll people…. PERIOD!!

HE WON'T TALK!!!!

Date night with Stepan. Am I acceptably attired? RT if you approve ❤️

Sup. RT if you'd help me take off this top 😉 #model #modeling #fashionista #hotgirl #sexysummer #Swimming

Time for the tip of the day: When done properly, it’s not about muscle fatigue—it’s about neuro-sensory escalation. A full-system event. The limbic system flooded, the hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal axis on high alert, dopaminergic and oxytocinergic surges colliding with pelvic-somatic feedback loops. We’re talking visceral neuro-emotive overflow—where the periaqueductal gray activates reflex arcs, Bartholin’s glands respond involuntarily, and the urogenital diaphragm succumbs to rhythmic spasm. The kind of release where the prefrontal cortex detaches, mirror neurons misfire, and the body enters autonomic resonance—a trance of surrender and stimulus recall. It’s not about shape. It’s about knowing which filament of the nervous system to pluck to create a cascade response—beautiful, primal, and utterly beyond control. But by all means, stretch first. We wouldn’t want you short-circuiting mid-performance.

Ana’s role

The Heart's True Keeper The knights thundered across the Glen's wild grounds, Their horses' hooves like drumbeats on the earth. Travis led with grim determination, Cameron and Max following close behind. The forest thickened, branches dipping low, As if conspiring to slow their urgent chase. "The eastern path," Travis called out sharply, "Her tracks lead toward the ancient boundary place." Cameron drew alongside, face puzzled tight, "But why would she go there of all cursed spots? The boundary stones are dormant since the merge, What purpose would the heart serve in that plot?" Max clutched his scrolls, tied safely at his side, "Unless—" his young voice faltered, filled with dread, "Unless she seeks to undo what was done, To separate the worlds that now are wed." The thought hung heavy in the woodland air, A possibility too dark to voice again. Lady Ava—loyal, fierce, and true— Could she betray the realm she helped defend? They crested hills where dragons once had soared, Now silent in the afternoon's fading light. And there, beneath an ancient twisted oak, A figure stood alone—a curious sight. Not Lady Ava as they'd feared to find, But Edgar, Lord Protector, grim and tall. The dragon's heart pulsed gently in his palm, Its crimson glow illuminating all. "My lord!" Travis reined his steed in shock, "We thought—" he stumbled over tangled words. Edgar turned, his smile tired but kind, "You thought my trusted knight had turned her course?" "Lady Ava brought me what I needed, Then rode to gather herbs on southern slopes. The heart was never stolen, never lost— I asked for it myself, though kept close hopes." Cameron dismounted, baffled still and wary, "But why the secrecy? Why not just say?" Edgar's laugh was soft as falling leaves, "Because the walls have ears that shouldn't play." "The jester," Max breathed, understanding dawning, "He fed us lies to send us on this ride." Edgar nodded, eyes now sharp with purpose, "Jim tests your loyalty while I decide." "Decide what, lord?" asked Travis, brow furrowed deep. Edgar held the heart up toward the sky, Its light now streaming upward like a beacon, A signal meant for someone passing by. "Who among you three shall be my voice, When I must travel worlds for months, not days. The Glen needs someone strong to stand beside The Avas' rule through challenges that raise." The heart's beam split in three, touching each knight, Reading depths that none could hide or mask. Their histories, their hopes, their secret fears, Laid bare beneath the heart's unsparing task. Cameron gasped, while Travis stood stone-still, Young Max trembled but held the light's gaze true. The forest hushed as if in breathless wait, To see what judgment ancient magic drew. Then laughter pealed across the woodland scene, A joyful sound that broke the solemn spell. Lady Ava stepped from shadowed trees, "You should have seen your faces! Gods, how swell!" Behind her, Jim the Jester danced with glee, His bells and trinkets jingling with delight. "A test!" he cackled, slapping bony knee, "To see which knight would chase with all his might!" Edgar's smile broke through his serious mask, "Forgive the ruse, my faithful knights and true. The heart reveals not just the worthy one, But how you work together—all of you." The crimson light now pooled between them all, Connecting knights and lord in glowing band. "No single voice will speak when I'm away, But three as one—together you will stand." The dragon's heart, its purpose served with grace, Returned to Edgar's palm, its light now dim. The knights exchanged half-sheepish, half-proud looks, While Lady Ava winked at jesting Jim. "Now come," said Edgar, mounting with the heart, "There's much to teach before the moon grows full. The Glen awaits its guardians' return— A council formed of knights both wise and bull." As they rode back through forest bathed in dusk, Max leaned toward the others, voice conspiring: "I knew it was a test all along, you see— " Travis and Cameron's groans sent birds retiring. By Edgar Collins © Edgar Collins. All rights reserved #betweenthelines #poems #DailyPoem #poetry #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #TalesFromTheGlen @TravisNei @JenneCameron @AlvinMaxMaxwell @Stroker4U39702 @danielthedadtn @Evil_Spice_ @enchantedhottie @seanachiejimK @AnaDivincienzo @wilhelmabente @FunAva007 @EdgerPoe516859