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Lady Macbeth: is that a dagger in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
Macbeth: i'm just happy to see you ;)
Lady Macbeth: pathetic
The End(5x04)
what the fuck hannah
A male president? I dont know,…what if he gets a boner and we have another cold war
what if a girl rejects him and he goes on a killing spree?
What if he sleeps with one of the interns? You know men can’t help themselves.
inspired by (x)
[Part 1]
I’ve never see a more accurate depiction of a drunk person.
second gif is the exact thing that happened to me once.
Does anyone else have like a strike system for the blogs they follow like when you start seeing lots of unwanted crap from their blog and you’re like “come on, bro, I don’t want to but I will” and then it doesn’t stop and it gets worse and you’re like “BRO” and then they post something that just seals it and you hit the unfollow button
and then you feel guilty but satisfied too
If there was a zombie apocalypse the best place to go would be Target.
Lets look at the facts:
Targets have at maximum 3 windows. And those windows are also doors. Otherwise they are giant concrete cinder-blocks of prison like retail.
Target is filled with things to quickly barricade those window-doors. such as entire gazebos, lawn furniture, exercise equipment, etc.
From that point forward all you have to do is worry about the zombies that are inside.
Target has an intercom system, which if accessed by the correct people can be used to quickly spread information and mobilize people to get things done.
Target has a large section of both perishable and non perishable food items.
Target also has a vast entertainment section. (how many societies have collapsed due to conflict spurred by stress and boredom. HOW MANY)
Target’s roof can be easily accessed for surveillance, gathering of rainwater (with the many buckets and mini pools target has. and all water can be boiled in the Starbucks kitchen) and sniping.
Target’s insulation would make the harsh winter months significantly more bearable.
Before the power goes out, Target has sun lights (which is why its not sad inside like in so many other stores… cough Sears cough) so people who have SAD won’t get depressed. Also, Target is large and designed to feel homey so people wont go stir crazy as fast like they do in jails.
When the power goes out, Target has large industrial generators that can be turned on in emergencies like for cooking.
Speaking of cooking, Target has several kitchens inside of it. And once the power goes, guess what Target also sells? Grills.
Target also has a pharmacy. And medical supplies. So, people inside who need meds to function have a hell of a lot longer time to live unencumbered by their illness than they normally would.
Some targets have tools–including power tools.
Target also has a tiny jail. For miscreants and rabble rousers.
Bedding. Real Bedding
Reliable indoor plumbing.
I think you could reasonably live for at least two years inside a Target before completely running out of anything vital– provided food is well rationed. And even so, the only thing you’d be sending out scouts for is food. Everything else would last for ages.
Provided that the population not exceed 200, Target would run out of these things in this order:
perishable food.
electricity
Potable water (that doesn’t require work)
Non perishable pre-made food items
Non perishable food ingredients (flour, mixes, etc) How to survive in a Target: Action plan. Undoubtedly, everyone will be rushing and screaming in the Target. First someone has to break into the manager’s office and commandeer the intercom to create some organization by shouting: If you do not want to stay and survive in the Target, leave now. After that’s cleared up and only interested parties and zombies are left. the barricading can begin. Once the doors and windows are sealed, the new goal is to clear the undead from the usable space.The undead can be deposited neatly outside of the truck loading dock doors. Then, someone needs to do inventory. For the next week or so, food needs to be arranged by date consumed and a rationing chart should be made. Same applies to medicine and medical supplies and toiletries. After food and water has been qualified and quantified, remaining time should be dedicated to turning target into a large “home”, Bedding should be laid out in one area, there should be an entertainment area. There should be a separate area for children and babies. All of the clothing should be pushed to the side or placed in the storage area, so there is more livable space. I’m sure people have more ideas but that’s all I’ve got.
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Not gonna die.
Yes, but what about a Costco? It has the same advantages, and everything is scaled up by, at the very least, five.
Walmart has guns though
Y’all wanna live at costco where there is no bedding and its literally a depressing warehouse or at Walmart where there is no bedding but there’s guns and the sort of people who regularly arrive at walmart
fine
Have fun with that. See y’all in 2-5 years with our healthy well adjusted small population that survived because of quality planning and the little things humans need to keep happy and sane (sun lights through the whole store, a fully stocked pharmacy, baby care/supplies/cribs, a medium sized selection of books for when all the electronics stop working and we all need entertainment); rather than on edge and survivalist because guns.
You don’t need guns if you’re not planning on going outside.
Also, guns run out of bullets. A better weapon is a baseball bat. Which can be used as as both assault and defense, doesn’t become useless even when bent, doesn’t need to recharge or reload, and can be used by anyone with a decent grip and swing with no need for serious weapons training. Of which they sell many at Target.
You wanna try me?
i’ve thought of everything.
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Though, as walmart, target and costco all have truck loading via back entrance–We could plausibly create a system of trade using delivery trucks as a way to travel and create a small scale indoor economy. In which no one ever has to go outside because that’s zombie territory these days.
@melissafumero: Day 1. Episode 1. Season 3.
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean it’s a goddamn hat.
Right..?
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of people…
wait, does that mean?
oh boy…….
Luckily, this nonsense doesn’t work on girls.
Observe…
IT’S GOTTEN BETTER!
y’all are crazy…bein scared of a hat
dafuq?
i didn’t sign up for this middle school replay shit
I fucking love this post.
I’m a Otaku b*tch, a little hat don’t scared me
I’m telling you, it’s impossible….
Holy sh*t!
I underestimated my enemy….
The Truth Lies Beneath the Surface by Kamil Jadczak. “Rusałka is a slavic female demon usually appearing around lakes, ponds or rivers. She deceives men and drowns them. I wanted to show her as a dead corpse that uses a charm, so that she looks like a pretty woman when out of the water.”
reblog if your url represents who you really are
I am really Putin’s girlfriend
then we have a problem
I can explain it
what is the x files even about? every screen shot i see of it mainly involves the red headed woman looking like she can’t believe this guy.
“Serenity” - 2005
So I used to be a martial artist
I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity.
Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I’m only 5’2. Then I was probably even under 5’0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules:
you must wear a mouth guard and gloves
no hits below the belt
That’s pretty much it.
Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven—who has since passed, bless his soul—paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood.
Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation.
Anyway, Sensei yelled, “Start!” and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn’t even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. “I’ll give you a free one.” he joked, and he slapped his side. “You barely weigh 100 pounds and you’re a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.”
And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody’s business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they’re laughing so hard they look like they’re about to pee themselves. They think it’s a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers:
“Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?”
And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs.
And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, “Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”
I AM SCREAMING.
“Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”
This made my day. Fucking brutal 👌
It’s so true though