#prop 47

[irreplaceable-spark]

The Surge of Shoplifting: Why Police Can't Take Action | Evette Ingram

Siyamak sits down with Evette Ingram, who had to shut down her beauty stores in Los Angeles due to an increase in retail theft. "You used to see teenagers shoplifting. And now I see people from all walks of life shoplifting. People from all walks of life are breaking into my stores. From young to old. It definitely became more brazen."

[nocternalrandomness]

1945 P-47 Thunderbolt "Jacky's Revenge"

[quixoticanarchy]

if an album is shorter than 45 minutes or so im like. ok that was nice but where are the rest of the songs

[vomittedsoap]

Just found out John Irving was a Euclidian Geometry gooner ong he just like me for reallllllllllllllll

[alwaysbewoke]

California residents! Please be aware and spread the word!

[headlesssamurai]

[aowyn]

for me the ultimate stage of having a blorbo is wanting to cosplay them and oh boy do i want to cosplay thanatos

[absolxguardian]

"I wish those prop 47 warnings would specify what stuff causes what so I know what to expose myself to"

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be infertile

[jawbonejoe]

Breathing into a paper bag (of course) because today we debut the new game. But I’ve done the work, I’ve set up the encounter and practiced the voices, I even took screenshots of Outlook for this. Just need to polish the opening monologue and then the rest will fall into place as we go

[vanosslirious]

CaRtOoNz: Wait, what the fuck was that?

Squirrel: CaRtOoNz, do the thing.

Delirious: Wait, what is CaRtOoNz going to do? What is he doing?

Squirrel: He's running. CaRtOoNz is fake running.

[moonlights-thoughts]

I don’t think playing someone’s secret play to them and the townspeople as a way to make up for your behavior is the proper way to justify what you did during the storm hangout.

Just clean the house and fix the unicorn

[rudolphsb9]

*Bad Romance plays*

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

I was worried about how TaskMaster, a game show famous for its physical and timed challenges, would adapt to having a contestant with Cerebral Paley

Would Rosie get extra time? Would the challenges be adapted for only her? Would it be patronising?

Absolute mad props for episode 1 having a challenge be "throw these balls at these cans, closest to knocking over 100 cans wins"

Gold star, bafta nomination editing for showing Rosie absolutely sucking at the task, knocking 47 cans over, immediately followed by the other 4 contestants doing equally poorly or accidentally getting themselves disqualified because actually that's a hard task for most people

She came 2nd

[hezigler]

How Many DC-3 Are Still Flying?

[husbandhoshi]

[9:47 AM] *suggestive

the first thing you learn about seungcheol is that his towels are embroidered. csc, they read, in gold thread on absurdly plush bath towels.

(actually, the first thing you learned about him was that he's a good kisser. you learned this the hard way, outside the bar, after all your friends had gone home and it just was you, him, and his tongue in your mouth.)

as a rule, you try not to learn anything about your late night escapades, but, evidently, you have already failed.

it's easy to notice his bathroom looks much bigger than it did last night, now that all the lights are on. he has not one, but two, matching rugs, and the sconce lights make the marble countertop look like it's made of water. nestled in the corner is a little tray with all his cologne lined up end to end—armani, dior, chanel.

you pick up the silvery one on the end and smell the cap. (yes, this one. he was wearing this one last night, right in the space where his collarbone met the base of his neck. you had kissed him there, and he had asked you to go home with him. creed, aventus, it says.)

he even has the drunk elephant moisturizer, although it looks criminally underused. it sits among a small pile of skincare that looks like it costs twice your monthly paycheck, if you had worked overtime.

you have to remind yourself you're not here to snoop through rich people's bathrooms, as fun as that sounds.

seungcheol was a quick fuck (and a really good one at that), but you already feel like you've overstayed your welcome.

the plan—in and out. you hate the sticky, too-warm goodbyes, the small talk at the kitchen table, the unexpected rattle of a roommate coming home. worst of all, they never want you as badly in the morning as they did the night before.

but the plan has already gone to shit. you woke up practically spooning him and your little bathroom detour cost you ten minutes. and it's almost 10, which is what he has his two-hundred dollar alarm clock set to.

you shut the bathroom door as quietly as you can, hoping to make a quick getaway. but it's here, caught in the waxy overcast from the huge windows, where, for the first time in your life, you almost want to say fuck the plan.

"morning," seungcheol hums, propping himself up on the bed. you take one look at him, shirtless and sweats slung low, and you lose the plot entirely.

yesterday, when you had met, it looked like he was made in some kind of factory for hot men—starched white shirt rolled to the forearms, hair perfectly gelled, and a fat breitling watch hugging his wrist. and yet, as you watch him blow a cowlick out of his eyes, he seems even more attractive, which you would have never thought possible.

"someone's eager to get outta here," he says, enjoying the way you avoid his eyes. "don't tell me it was that bad for you."

you smile nervously. what you can remember about last night is that it was anything but bad. the whole thing makes your face feel hot—you are no prude, but he sure makes you feel like one.

"is that what it looks like?" you answer. you realize you can't find your shoes. you think he threw them somewhere last night, between the memory of his hand up your dress and yours in his hair. he kissed his way up your legs and you forgot you even had shoes to worry about.

"almost, if you weren't checking me out just now."

damn. guilty as charged. you can't help it. things feel too good to be true.

first, you learned you got fucked by a million dollar dick last night. now, instead of kicking you out like any other one night stand, he's acting decent, maybe even more than decent. and he has the tits of a god.

seungcheol sees your face wrench up in puritanical shame and he laughs.

"well, if you have time in your busy, busy schedule," he starts, with a grin that makes you dizzy. "i'm making breakfast. and i would love to eat it with you."

suddenly you don't know why you ever had a plan in the first place. you watch him attempt to wink at you from all the way across the room and you think getting to know him might not be such a bad thing after all. maybe things are too good to be true, but you're willing to find out.

needless to say, the second thing you learn about seungcheol is that he cannot cook.

the third? he's an even better kisser sober.