#fml !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cooldelusionmoon]

Also....This election has proven that my feeling about not giving my husband a baby was right. I want kids. I want to have a baby so fucking much man. But I don't want to raise my son alongside Scum like the idiots voting for the Fanta fascist. I don't want my daughter to be subject to the laws that take away the right to her body. I'm a Black woman, and I will have black kids. I dont want them to be subject to police brutally where the officers are let off the hook.

This world isn't fair to me. It's not fair to put another child in it right now. But I don't know when it will ever be okay again. Plus it's not like we can just....leave right now anyways. That shit makes me sad.

[hung3rpa1nz]

b1nged on 1000 calories today so lets just call it a meta day and move on!

(im going to k1ll myself)

[dtstech]

[mushyspiderz]

funny shirt (head crop under cut)

[myinnerdesirez]

i need a man so bad ugh

[de8dly]

they should invent a form of self harm where no one notices or gives a fuck

[princemick]

purple tie. purple bow.

[itsfunny-bcitstrue]

op

[bogfaery]

nooo guys help i mothered too close to the sun

[unevenpatterns]

I work in an organic synthesis lab, so pretty fucking bad when it comes to the amount of different toxic chemicals. My guess is we have +3000 bottles / containers in our department alone, but nobody knows the exact number.

From what I can tell through a bit of detective work, the chemicals have not been properly checked for at least a DECADE.

I wish I was making this up. I was hired to fix things and I'm trying, but today scared the crap out of me.

I found in no particular order:

- Hydrofluoric acid. Improperly marked and stored for ?? Years and unknown percent solution. It had turned green. We do not own the antidote.

- 5L 40% hydrogen peroxide. Unknown age but guessing at least 10 years. I had to open it to ensure no pressure built up 🙃

- a cabinet full of solvents that have been there for a minimum of 8 years. Includes at least 2 peroxide forming liquids and it's unclear whether they are stabilised.

For those who don't do chemistry these 3 are respectively: death upon skin contact, explosive risk and bad explosive risk with cancer bonus.

I have retreated to my office for a break to contemplate what the fuck to do about all this.

[youre-dreaming-302]

Heaven’s 愛 302 - PlayStation 2 - 2003

[1m-dy1ng-l0lz]

I k1ll myself in my head about 15 times a day, why can't at least one of them be real?

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Video

“Shoot, I don’t know about this. Something about watching this feels weird.”

My bro just kept holding my face, “You said you wanted to be one of the bros dude. Just keep watching, this video will tell you everything you need to know”

“Yeah, you said that, but this is just static and nonsense, and something about it has me on edge. Just let me get out of here.”

“But don’t it speak to you? Isn’t there something you want to let out jock boy.”

“I…no, no I… I can’t… stop, what’s happening?”

“Jock boy is about to learn what being a bro is all about. Jock boy wants to listen carefully to his bro and watch the video.”

“No no no… but, it… it sounds so… calm…”

“Yeah jock boy, just like a mind vacation. Just let it happen. Good jock boy.”

“Must… listen… to… bruuuuhhh.”

Sometimes it takes a little convincing, but eventually they all fall. Their eyes grow wide before their muscles go limp and mouths drop open. It usually only takes a little bit for them to process. But when they finally do come too, it’s like a whole different world in there. The first one I did by accident. Found the weird file and sent it to my roommate as a joke. It wasn’t until I got back from class that I saw just how much power I now had.

Gone was the theater kid, in his place was a souped up bro ready to knock back some cold ones, and get sweaty in the gym. It was a surprise when he began rubbing my thigh in the sauna, and pulled me in for a kiss. I melted in his arms as he positioned me on the bench and began stretching me out. I was so relaxed he slid in with no lube, fucking me raw and hard as his tongue kept my mouth distracted from moaning. Thought I just got lucky there, happened to get a gay guy. But I quickly learned for him now, “any hole’s a goal.” And it was confirmed when I tried it with a second guy:

Good old Southern boy, and as straight as they came. Thought he was hot shit in class. Sent him the file when we were on a group project together. By the next day when he came in, he couldn’t add two numbers together with a calculator. He was still smug as hell but in bed, let’s just say he earned it. He was about as thick as an ear of corn, and he knew how to plow a field and spread his seed.

I had tried a couple others since then. A scholarship rival here. A group mate there. A couple disappointing dates that ended up really turning the night around. But my friend had finally gotten curious and started asking some questions. I didn’t need someone to question what was happening. I needed a lifting buddy. This was my first time trying to edit the file to get some different results.

“Hey, bro? What happened last night? I feel hung over as fuck..”

Holy shit he was massive. “Nothing too much bro. You just got fucking shit faced.”

“Huhuhu, yeah,” he gawfed, “sounds right.

It was time to try the trigger and see how much the changes worked, “Hey, jock boy, tell me your name.”

His laughter stopped as his eyes glossed over, “My name is Jack, but my friends just call me Jacked.”

“What do you want more than anything, jock boy?”

“To serve my bros,” he replied.

“Will you do anything for them?”

His mind flickered for a moment. I saw a look of confusion pass over him. He looked down, “Hey, what… WHAT HAPPENED? What did you do-“

I walked up and held his face“JOCK BOY, STOP.”

He tried to fight it, his mind pulling him back to the abyss. But as I watched his body slowly relax, I knew I had won even before he said, “Ye-yeah. Sure thing bro.”

“Jock Boy, will you do anything for your bros?”

His face broke out in a shiteating grin, “Fuck yeah, anything for my bros.”

“New exercise routine. You, face down, ass up. My bed. Now.”

He excitedly ran back to my bedroom. I heard the bed squeal under his weight. Good to know I could edit things. Can’t always let my bros have all the fun.

[mikayesha]

Imagine if he started getting scared of bridges too

[vaselinegurl]

wait-

so is the entire fandom crying about zutara not being real or is that just the minority of the fandom..?

cause if so, I’m only getting the minority’s posts AND I ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AGREE

ZUTARA WAS A MISSED CHANCE OF A BEAUTIFUL AND WHOLESOME ENEMIES TO LOVERS AND THEY JUST LET IF FLOP

IM SO MAD-

LOOK AT THEM

THE FUMBLE OF THE CENTURY, I TELL YOU

[compaculaaa]

Stayed up till 4am for this shitpost