#no more than that

[swan2swan]

Downloading the Thundercats Roar episodes again and remembering that each episode is a masterpiece after a masterpiece, the internet does NOT know what a Good Reboot or a Fun Reimagining is, the thing deserved a Season 2.

[r3m-ster]

i wonder if elon musk would give me £50. like he has no reason not to, he can afford to give me much more than that

[sadsoftserve]

Fanfic time >:)

Low stamina and a Lightweight? Who'da thunk it?

Ramsey takes Percy out for drinks, to celebrate her recent victory in capturing a gang of Banzai blasters, but Percys a lightweight, and gets really hungover.

[Tw: Mentions of vomiting/throw up.]

Ramsey took a look at Percy and the beer in her hand. The beer was barely halfway gone, and Percy was giggling like a madman.

"You alright?" Ramsey asked with a hint of concern. Percy was acting weird, giggling. She never giggled, he'll it took a lot to get a smile out of the woman.

"Heh, yea-h." She responded with a drunken slur, followed by a hiccup. She took another sip out of the half drank beer bottle in her hand and giggled a little more. Ramsey continued to look at her with some concern, he knew he would have to watch over her to make sure nothing stupid happened that could cost Percy (and him) their jobs.

"Yoh know, why do they call em the Banzai blasters..? Isn't a Banzai a type'a tree..?" Percy asked within her drunken state, swaying a little in her seat as she spoke.

"Pretty sure it is," Ramsey took a sip out of his whiskey glass, he was gonna need it to deal with Percy all night like this. "Besides, I'm pretty sure they just wanted to sound cool, y'know?"

"It don't sound cool." Percy bluntly added. She made a small noise as she spoke, probably one out of discomfort. "Ramse-y, it's boring here... y'got anything to do?" She asked with a pouty lip. To be completely honest, it was freaking Ramsey out a bit, the way Percy was acting. The usual calm and collected police woman now complaining about her boredom... wow.

"Ay, Percy I can't help that. You're bored, I ain't got nothing to help." Ramsey threw his hands up in a defensive position as he spoke. "We could always lea-"

"No!" Ramsey didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Percy interrupted with her drunken antics. "Ion wanna, it's fun here!" Percy kicked her feet like a child as she talked. Ramsey sighed, it was gonna be a long night.

About three beers later Ramsey was carrying Percy out of the bar on his back, as she giggled at kicked her feet, making it difficult for him to carry her. She was one hell of a giggly drunk.

"Heh! I'm ridin' you!" Percy laughed and Ramsey cringed. "Don't- Don't put it like that." Ramsey responded as he cringed even harder, luckily his place wasn't far from here, maybe he could sober Percy up and let her crash on his couch? Maybe. The first thing he had to do was carry her about four blocks. He could do that. She wasn't very heavy for her stature plus he's carried people before.

Needless to say the walk was excruciating, Percy giggling like a madman, and his body was giving him 4 different types of scoliosis at this point. Now he was regretting the decision of taking Percy out to celebrate. Now he knew he wouldn't be doing that again. Not to mention she would be hungover as hell in the morning.

As soon as they got to his shitty, dingy apartment he plopped Percy down on his couch and went to grab her a glad of water, hopefully to sober her up.

"Drink." Was all he said. Percy took the glass of water as drank it, although she didn't really want to. She quickly ended up passing out on his couch after drinking the water.

Ramsey sighed. "Please whatever Lord their may be, give me the strength to deal with her handover in the morning." He said to himself before he went to go pass out on his own bed.

Ramsey wakes up about 6 hours later to the sound of hurling in his bathroom, sighing, he got up and he walks to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame as she stared at Percy vomiting. She looked a mess. Ramsey being the smug bastard he is just looked at her and went: "Told ya so." He didn't tell her shit, but even if he did she wouldn't of remembered.

"Cram it, Ramsey." Percy quickly responded before hurling again. Ramsey, being the good friend he was held her hair back as he held the Tylenol up with his other hand.

Percy quickly grabbed the Tylenol before muttering a quiet thank you and She continued to slump against the toilet.

Bonus:

[thxnks4themrms]

Good news is that I found the backing to my pink hello kitty pin bad news is that’s it’s smooshed bc I accidentally put my books and other stuff on top of it

[commissionsdarian]

hi..it's been a bit, um am I good to look around? I won't look into anything too much..?

Hey. I've actually got something for you, might find it useful. I'll see if I can get it set up for your time. Might be able to link it up with your briefcase

[definitely-cursed]

I fucking hate that imposter can be spelled -or or -er and that I just sat here for entirely too long to try to figure out why the word impostor looked wrong

[goldensunset]

you! tumblr user!

[housederiva]

My housemate's cat came into my room while my dictation was on...

(here's the fic btw)

[lindamccartneysstrap]

I still think its the funniest shit ever that when I used to volunteer at planned parenthood every week even though I walked past mostly the same protesters every single time they were begging me not to get an abortion theres other options yadda yadda. Like meemaw you see me here every week. They call me abortions georg because I get another one every Monday at 8am

[nyancrimew]

[mochasucculent]

Dumb thing that would not leave my brain

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[mod2amaryllis]

i love being married to a straight guy. this morning we were parallel chilling and i glance at his computer and he's watching a drill fight tournament. as in, guys attaching drills to the same rod and turning them on until one breaks. to find the strongest drill. jose noticed me staring and rolled out of the way so i could see the screen. he knew every drill brand and told me their quality and price. i watched the whole thing without comment. the violence was enchanting. i never would have found this. he's a vector to an entirely alien, often beautiful, world.

[s1xseasonsandamov1e]