#call an uber

[mommahughes19-23]

“Driving under the influence is a highway to detention, or ends in a death zone.”  ― Martin Uzochukwu Ugwu

Drunk driving is not cute. drunk driving is not fun. drunk driving is not cool. drunk driving is not "fine because I drive better under the influence." drunk driving is not "ok cause im right around the corner."

If you get into a vehicle behind the wheel in a state of intoxication, 1 or 100 drinks later, you are making the decision to potentially alter the lives of other and yourself. Not only are you opening up a potential for a number of fatalities but YOUR life is going to change. You will go to jail, you will have to live with the fact YOU are the cause of a life/lives being taken. If you make the choice to get behind the wheel in a state of intoxication you are just as bad (IN MY OPINION) as someone who makes a choice to walk into an educational building and open fire with a semi automatic weapon.

I personally have been in the car multiple times with an individual while they were under the influence, and every time I remember asking myself if I would make it home. We all think this is something that will never happen to us until it does. Until ONE choice changes multiple lives forever, PLEASE please do not drive regardless of your level of intoxication, it only takes one time for it to be THE time something happens. Please reach out and call someone or get an uber, even if you have to get someone to order it for you. I would personally like to see someone get home alive and safe and owe me a few bucks for an uber than to put everyone else in danger because you are selfish.

DRUNK DRIVING IS A SELFISH CHOICE. In this case the selfish decision to drive intoxicated has cost a mother, father, and sister to loose and mourn the death of their sons & brothers. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated has cost two children under the age of 3 to loose and mourn the loss of their father. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated has cost a wife to loose and mourn her husband, partner in life, and best friend. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated has left thousands of people around the world to loose and mourn two idols. A selfish decision to drive intoxicated now sees this fairly young man to spend probably the rest of his life in jail on two counts of homicide by vehicle, not to mention if he does get out how hard his life will be.

This decision by this man Sean Higgins did not only affect 3 lives that night, but rocked an entire nation. Sit with that for a while the next time you think you're being cool on a night out with your buds.

[pangur-and-grim]

I’m too gullible with people. I’ll have encounters and be like “aw they seemed nice ☺️” and then everyone around me will be like NONONONONO THAT WAS THE DEVIL!!!!!!!

[jesterjaxx]

comic from a 2 month old conversation about Duntrent's first kiss being a shotgun to share a hit

Bonus Duncan when he gets home:

[3-aem]

wonderful tiny interactions.

The guy at the post office couldn’t care less about proof of residence he was openly shouting ‘mam do you have anything to prove you live at this address’, before whispering ‘i don’t actually care’

and as i was scrolling trying to find an energy bill he just looked over my phone went: OKAY GREAT and handed me my package with a quiet don’t tell my boss

[infamouslydorky]

Fucks me up jobs expect workers to show up despite wild circumstances. I remember at a former job having to traverse sub zero temperatures just to walk to my job because they refused to close the building. I remember having to work front line in covid as an immune compromised individual with no vaccine produced yet and when concerns were expressed, my superiors responded with "when workers get infected, these parts of the building will be closed". God forbid you lose a family member. You're expected to show up anyway.

Today my boss told me to contact an office to confirm if a doctor has his papers in order. I say: they won't pick up, and he asks why, to which I responded: THEY WERE IN DIRECT LINE OF MILTON, YOU KNOW, THE DEVISTATING HURRICANE PART 2?? WHY WOULD THEY PICK UP???

[hunnismokah]

priest sanji who first met you outside the church where you scolded him for smoking outside a holy place and he chuckled and said “i’m religious, not a saint”

priest sanji who never once blinked an eye at being called father until he heard it spill from your lips

priest sanji who had to sit quietly in the confession booth with blood pouring from his nostrils and landing in his lap whilst you confess about your impure thoughts

priest sanji who becomes more and more convinced your impure thoughts are about him

“.. and what exactly are you thinking of when these impure thoughts appear?”

“you, father”

[potpourri-of-ecclecticism]

Helaena lit a candle for Aegon.

Yep.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[carebooks]

watching gargoyles for the first time and elisa really just 1) married into a new gargoyle family and 2) adopted three gargoyle kids that love her so much

good for her

[targetonthebullseye]

Price:

*video calls*

"Where are you two?? You've been gone for hours."

Ghost:

such silliness

[cinematicnomad]

ughhhh i'm about to head to the airport for the first of THREE flights to get back home. i was on a later flight originally but i switched to an earlier one bc i was worried my layover in beijing would be too tight but now i have an extra long layover bc there just weren't any better options. this means from the point i leave my hotel to when i, probably, arrive back at my apartment i will have been traveling...~36ish hours? kill me!!

[skyrim-forever]

I don't really know how to express it in a way that doesn't make me cringe and delete but I Am Not Okay right now

Trying to tell myself it could be much worse but damn does that not make me feel better. I don't want to whine because it could be much worse and I should be grateful it's not but going through it while having my first PMDD episode in months is not helping me think properly!

[misspoetree]

[2/24]

❄❄ kp + text post advent calendar ❄❄

[kittybobitty]

Modern BingQiu/BingYuan AU thats arguably not AU but post canon where Shen Yuan wakes up in a hospital because he never actually died and was in a coma the whole time.

There had been signs he would wake up he hadn't recognized. He had heard modern Mandarin dialect around him, which no one else on the peak could hear. He had seen blurry faces of nurses in his sleep. But by the time he had realized what it all meant, his consciousness was already being stripped away.

He awakens in a cold hospital bed, and he's told he's been asleep for over 5 years. It's a modern miracle he's alive. He doesn't want to be. He's terrified. Was Binghe left with a cold, lifeless corpse, or the soul of his loveless original flavor of shizun? Or were the nurses right, and the last 5 years of his life just a dream.

He feels cold all the way through. It takes weeks for his body to recover but there's no recovering for his heart. There's no one for him to call to bring him home. He's released from the hospital and takes a taxi to his apartment. But when he gets there, his keys don't work. Of course not, it's been five years. Someone else has moved in.

He's at a complete loss. By gaining his life back, he's lost everything: his husband, his home, every friend he ever had. He's at his wits end when he checks the balance in his bank. His checking account barely has anything left in it after automatic payments that were never stopped bled it dry.

He plugs in his phone in an internet café, obsolete and uncharged after 5 years, hoping maybe the phone company would refund the years he was legally dead.

However, it's already midnight, and no one would answer even if he called, so he lays down on the floor of the cubicle he's rented with his last few hundred yuan. It's cold and lonely. Any lie he could tell himself to soften the pain feels cruel.

"Finally rid of that whimpering child of a husband."

"Good riddance."

"No more worries of breaking the bed."

No. Every lie burns. He wants nothing more to curl into the warmth of his husband; to hear his soft snoring, and the way he would mutter in his sleep. His empty stomach yearns for the perfect congee he ate every morning with Luo Binghe gazing at him like he was the only light in his dark world.

Part of him thinks, if he died again, for real this time, would be go back? Even if he didn't, maybe it would be better than staying in a world without Luo Binghe. But then again, what if that ruined any chance of him ever seeing Luo Binghe again, even in the afterlife.

Shen Yuan sobs himself to sleep.

An employee shakes him awake at 6 am sharp. His rental has ended and his card declined the renewal. Shen Yuan quietly nods and takes his phone off the charger, turns it on as he leaves with nothing else in his possession but an empty wallet and the clothes on his back.

But his phone rings to life. Hundreds of notifications fill the screen. Though there are bill reminders and missed calls from his landlord that date back through the years, at the forefront are recent messages from "Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky."

[✈️ YOU BETTER HAVE WOKEN UP TOO]

[✈️ Oh my GOD this is literally worse than being dead for real]

[✈️ Bitch ANSWER THESE MESSAGES]

[✈️ COME GET YO DOG!!!]

The picture that follows is blurry but more than enough. Dark curly hair, tanned skin, and a red blur on the forehead of a red eyed figure. Shen Yuan is running aimlessly as fast as he can, his heart thundering in his chest.

[Wheerte arr you_/_?]

His messages are nearly intelligible. He can barely see the keyboard on his phone through the tears wellings in his eyes.

Airplane(? Shang Qinghua? He never knew his real name) sends him his address with some less than patient words and he punches it into his GPS.

[🥒 It will take me a while to walk there, but I'll be there]

[🥒 TELL HIM IM COMING]

He's ready to jet off running again, but he gets another message.

[✈️ WALK HERE? BRO]

[✈️ Did you not just wake up after being a REAL vegetable for 5 years? Take the train!]

[🥒 can't. I'm broke.]

After one money transfer and a 2 hour train ride later, Shen Yuan is trembling outside the door of an unfamiliar house. He's horrified that everything has been a lie. That he's still dreaming on the floor of the net café. He reaches to knock on the door but hesitates.

Before his knuckles can meet the wood, he hears Binghe's voice clear as day.

"SHIZUN! I can smell him! He's here!" There's the sound of a struggle, "Let me go, WORM! I need to see him!"

"NO! You'll rip my door off it's hinges!"

Shen Yuan grabs the doorknob and yanks it open without another thought.

Red eyes suddenly meet his. Luo Binghe has frozen mid struggle with Shang Qinghua on the floor, trying to hold him back with his arms around his leg.

For a moment, Shen Yuan is self conscious. He looks so different, his frame and hair are shorter, his face rounder and eyes not nearly as sharp. He doesn't even carry himself the same, with that aloof and all knowing facade he wore in the cultivation world.

But his worries are immediately put to rest as Luo Binghe's long arms wrap tightly around him and tether him to reality. This is his reality now, and he's okay with that. As long as his Binghe is with him.

[divorcedwife]

this uber driver drives like he wants both of us to die, i respect that

[deadpanwalking]

Sounds like you need to take your own advice and learn to fuckjng drive bitch

I do see both the wisdom in your advice and the good intentions with which you dispensed it, but when I said I literally cannot fucking drive, I wasn't being figurative in the sense of being a Gay Who Can't Drive, I was being literal, in the sense of only being gay incidentally, but having a plot-relevant neuroanatomical condition which precludes driving safely.

[tastylemonbread]

its funny that aiden fills the role of the heel because hes objectively the most normal of the four of them