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aka-andretorres‌:

Oui. For the most part, I support freedom of expression, but that was so very inappropriate. They were towards the back of the store, near the meats and seafood. Thankfully I picked up my purchases prior to coming across that sight.

What I don’t get is, why a supermarket in the first place? You really just couldn’t wait until you got home, or even in a car? Nobody should be that impatient about gettin’ it on.

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danteaarons‌:

Yeah, I was tempted to throw them out but they’re my favorite pair of boots. I just don’t get that level of laziness.

Damn, that is unfortunate. But best thing you can do is get a spare toothbrush and take some good old soap and water to the bottom. Leave them outside for a little air out, maybe in a backyard if you have one. Well, they figure it’s not their problem, so why bother picking it up? It’s pretty common these days. Nobody wants to take any responsibility.

#inter: dante #inter: general

amberfawzy‌:

Right? I honestly do this waaay too often and should stop. But…good food. Omg yes! That’s exactly how I am. #treatyoself is my mantra. But a mechanical skateboard? Yes please! I really do need that. It can drive me to the stairs and then I can get into one of those stair lift-thingies, and have another skateboard waiting for me at the top.

I can’t judge, your food is basically my online shopping. Sometimes it can’t be helped and you just gotta deal with the guilt afterwards. Just get yourself all mechanized and you’ll be good to go for the next lapse in spending judgement.

#inter: amber #inter: general

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You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Stephen King; On Writing (via desveladas)

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amberfawzy‌:

Okay, I over-indulged on the takeout today. My eyes were waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay bigger than my stomach. Somebody come over and roll me to my bed, please and thank you.

Sounds like me every other day. You say ‘Hey, isn’t it time I treated myself?’ and that’s the moment it all spirals out of control. I’d invest in one of those mechanical skateboard things to get around afterwards.

#inter: amber #inter: general

danteaarons‌:

PSA: I don’t know why this still needs to be said but clean up after your dogs when you take them for a walk. However gross picking it up is doesn’t compare to somebody else stepping in it.

Oof, talk about bad luck. It always feels disgusting to wear the shoes afterwards, no matter how much you’ve washed and scrubbed them. Some people are just dicks.

#inter: dante #inter: general

aka-andretorres‌:

While I understand that some people are going stir crazy and might even be seeking breaks from their children or whomever might prevent them from privacy at home, that does not justify lewd acts in the back of a supermarket.

Someone got freaky in the supermarket? What section? Better not have been fresh produce. That’s just nasty.

#inter: andre #inter: general

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–THE DIVORCÉE– “And guess what? I’m having more fun, and now that we’re done I’m gonna show you tonight I’m alright. I’m just fine.“

YOU ARE MATCHED WITH: [The Widower] SKELETON BLURB: You’ve been married before. It had an ideal start but came to an ugly end with no potential for reconciliation. You spent a great deal of time morphing into a cynic against love and the institution of marriage, but found your cynicism being accompanied by mounting unhappiness. After deep reflection and counseling, you began work on healing and even allowing yourself to return to the dating pool. Some relationships were great, but just weren’t quite what you’ve been looking for. Enticed by the way it’s been promoted, you’ve now decided to give Matched, and eventually marriage a(nother) try, even though you’re still working through some parts of your past.

CHARACTER NAME: Benita Valentina Morales

AGE | DOB: May 17, 1982

PRONOUNS: She/Her

OCCUPATION: Child care provider (suggested specifics: nanny, professional babysitter, teacher assistant, daycare provider, etc.)

FACE CLAIM: Rosario Dawson

–Interview Questions & Answers–

-TELL US 3 OF YOUR POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Alright, starting off on a good note, I like that. I’m a dependable person, very practical - if you saw how much I save every month on even the smallest of things, you’d be shocked - and… I’m pretty straightforward. What you see is what you get with me. -TELL US 3 OF YOUR NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Ah, should have known this was next. I guess I can be a little irritable, from time to time. Resentful. Maybe… Does hesitant count? -ARE YOU CURRENTLY EMPLOYED? IF SO, WHAT DO YOU DO? I’m a TA, but I’m also taking some courses in order to become a teacher myself. Right now I’m just fine where I’m at, but I always have my future in mind. -WHEREABOUTS IN PORTLAND ARE YOU LIVING? St. Johns, have for the past five years. I don’t think I could imagine living anywhere else right now. It’s got this nice sense of Independence. -DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A PEOPLE PERSON? If they’re bright eyed, willing and ready to learn? Absolutely. Okay, seriously, I really do enjoy people. Kids a little bit more, but I’m able to strike up a conversation with just about anyone. Even if the topic might not interest me. -DO YOU ENJOY ANIMALS/PETS? I do! I have a calico named Jamison; grumpy bastard most days, but he loves me plenty. -IF YOU AREN’T ALREADY, DO YOU SEE YOURSELF BECOMING A PARENT SOMEDAY? If you would have asked me this ten years ago, I would have said absolutely. And it’s not that I don’t think I’m too old now. But time changes you. I think… I would still like that, sooner rather than later. -WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO FOR FUN? Shopping - don’t judge, it’s therapeutic - online and off. I do bike a lot when I have the time. Rock climbing, though I haven’t gone in a minute. Antiquing, baking, tending to my plants, and sewing. -WHAT 5 TRAITS OR CHARACTERISTICS ARE MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU IN A ROMANTIC PARTNER? They have to be reliable, first of all. I’ve done the whole ‘carrying a relationship’ thing. Never again. Which goes along with faithful, compassionate, hard-working and… Mm, gotta have a sense of humor. -DESCRIBE YOUR IDEAL FIRST DATE WITH YOUR MATCH: Something simple. I’m really not into extravagant outings, just a nice dinner would be fine. Somewhere we can actually hear each other talk. -FINALLY, IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD FOR 1 WEEK, WHERE WOULD YOU GO? In the world… Mumbai. I’d love to go sight-seeing, check out the food stalls, just… enjoy being somewhere I’ve never been before.

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Never beg for anything. Earn it. Demand it. Seek it. Never beg for it.

Geraldine Page, quoted in Follies of God: Tennessee Williams and the Women of the Fog (via lilys)

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Good Eatin’ | Solo

Part of Chuck’s application para, with a lot more carnage, a lot more idiocy.

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There was very little that could stand in the way between Chuck and a good meal.

Violence wasn't something he was a stranger to. He'd seen dear ol' dad knock his mother around enough times to realize that it wasn't something anyone asked for. It simply was. It existed the way any creature on earth did, and like a forest fire, it could be snuffed out with the right materials - or fed by the wrong ones. And as helpless as he'd been way back, hiding behind the staircase banister, so helpless he felt against the urge gnawing at his insides. "Are you sure about this?" Chuck promptly snorted, turning a heavy lidded gaze towards the youth beside him. Jesus, this boy was jumpier than a goddamn bullfrog on a blazing skillet. He could feel every twitch and fidget and, sighing, he laid a gentle palm atop on of his shoulders. "Listen, bud. Y'ain't gotta worry about nothin'," He began slow, sure-sounding. They had been crouched in the brushes for about seven minutes or so, watching as the couple camping just a few feet away talked between themselves, canoodling and otherwise unaware of their position. "Y'know why I choose them, yeah? One, it's two on two, so it's totally even. An' three?-- Uh, two? They're city folk. I'm talkin' Upstate New York yuppie types. Don't nobody whose actually gon' campin' bring a space heater. That shit's for pussies," The boy - Andrew - didn't seem entirely convinced. "I-I guess. But, you said they'd be asleep, a-and they're still up. W-what if we get caught? What if they can hear us right now--" "But they can't," Chuck took the boy's chin in his grasp, offering an easy, self-assured smile. "I've done this so many time's, I could do it in my sleep. It's easy: We're lost, need directions, I make a joke or two, get 'em nice an' comfy, then we strike. Easy peasy, nice 'n breezy," And it would be. Those idiots still had no idea there were even people around them. Their fault for choosing such a secluded area of the woods to take shelter in. Not his problem. No, more like just his luck. Andrew swallowed thickly, and Chuck watched him glance between the branches before letting out a slow breath, shoulders relaxing. "Right. Easy. Okay... Okay, whenever you're good. I'm ready," Chuck's smile widened. "Good. Now jus' remember, be cool. An' if push comes to shove, we take the guy out first. C'mon," With that, he made a show of shoving through the thick brushes, grunting and flailing his arms about. "Damn it, Andy! I told you we should'a taken a left at the... Oho, hey there folks! Didn't mean to startle ya' none. Uh, maybe you could help us out? See, we're kinda lost..." He motioned to Andrew, who still seemed ready to burst out of his skin, but nodded quickly along with his words. "We were set up at the Green Beard site. Any idea where that is from here?" The man had already straightened up, risen to stand with his wife clutching her light pink puffer vest anxiously. Chuck zeroed in on the guy, his hands - taught, but with the slightest tremble. And with the way his lady kept glancing back and forth between them? God, this would be too easy. Clearing his throat, the fella finally spoke up. "Is that so? Well, I think there's a trail just half a mile south of here-- west? Uh, south, that has a directory of the other camp sites. You could check there," "Is that right?" His voice rose a bit in pleasant surprise, wondering if the man noticed his subtle mirroring of phrase before he turned to Andy, nodding in the couple's direction. "Ya' hear that? Guide'll get us right back on track. Ain't that a blessin'," Andrew offered a nervous smile, a soft, 'Yeah, how lucky' in response before Chuck shifted his attention to the couple. "Well, we truly thank ya' for the help. But, uh... Gosh, I hate to be a begger but, ya' wouldn't happen to have any spare food on ya' by chance? We been wanderin' around for a long time an' we're mighty hungry," "Food? Uh, well, sure we have some..." His eyes were on the pair a moment longer, until he turned to the female beside him, "Candace, could you look in the cooler, honey?" The woman - blonde, a little younger looking than what Chuck assumed was her husband, glanced back at him, then the two strangers before nodding slowly. "Of course... I-I'm sure we have some extra granola bars," Chuck dredged up a relieved smile, hands clasped together in front of him as he nodded once. "We're very grateful for the trouble, folks, I thank ya'," Offering a timid smile, the blonde rose from her folding chair and made her way to the side of a rather extravagant looking tent and, assuming she had gone inside, Chuck barely took a step forward-- Only to swear as Andy lunged at the man, teeth bared and prepped to take a chunk out of whatever surface he clamped down on. Apparently it was the arm the other had raised to defend himself, a wail of pain and shock escaping his throat as the two tumbled backwards. Jesus shit - why were newly mades always so damn hard to wrangle? As the two struggled, Chuck made a beeline for the tent, where the blonde was already beginning to emerge from it. The man was frantically pounding a fist against Andrew's head, trying to beat him off. "What the fuck?! You psycho, get the fuck off of me!" All in vain, however. Thank God Andrew wasn't exactly a shrimpy fella, and was apparent by his hasty move, had been far too long since their last meal. Pinning down the arm he'd taken a bite out of, he placed a hand atop the man's face, fingers digging into skin - into eyes, sockets, his screams and thrashing only increasing. Meanwhile, Chuck had gotten hold of the woman. Already irritated at Andrew's lack of patience, her screams only caused him further ire and, after a few seconds of battling her blows and grappling for a proper hold on her head, twisted it with a sharp 'snap!' that echoed into the night. A sudden shriek - not the man, Andy's - caught his attention. Dropping the dead weight at his feet, he scrambled over, only to find the man using his free hand to shove his companion's face into the fire. "Oh, fuck!" He lurched forward, grabbing the man's shoulders and tugging him back, trying to tune out Andy's wails as the trio slowly edged away from the roaring pit. Eventually Chuck managed to get the fucker off, and while Andy scrambled back, he figured his friend could wait until they dealt with the asshole who should already be dead. "You fuckers always make it more fun when ya' fight back, y'know that?" He chuckled darkly, eyes darting around before he spied what he was looking for. Fingers reached out to grasp a rock just slightly larger than his palm. The guy was on the forest floor, attempting to drag himself... well, somewhere. Not like he could see. Scoffing, Chuck planted a hard stomp to his spine, hefting the rock over his head before swinging it down with a sharp grunt. That crack was much more satisfying than a simple snap - like opening an egg over a hot skillet. In fact, once wasn't enough. Reeling back, he sent another blow to the skull, and again, again, until the entire back was a caved in mess of blood, grey matter, skull and matted hair. He chuckled breathlessly, staggering back a bit from the body, and took in the scene around him. The pulverized head, his companion's half-melted face, and the wife whose expression still looked as though she couldn't believe what had happened to her. Wait, was Andy even moving? Ah, didn't matter. There were more where he came from. Many more. "Well," The lone survivor murmured to himself, crouching down to where the husband lay, smirking to himself as he began picking through the wreckage of smashed skull. "Bon appétit,"

#para: solo #para: good eatin #domestic abuse tw #violence tw #//technically only a mention on the domestic front but i wanted to make sure