I have been waiting all year to post this.
omg
This has been in my queue for months.
I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
omg i didnt reblog this last year!
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I have been waiting all year to post this.
omg
This has been in my queue for months.
I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
omg i didnt reblog this last year!
Arkham Files: Pied Piper
Hugo Strange: From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient: Hartley Rathaway, alias Henry Darrow; also known as the Pied Piper. The patient shows signs of depression and general emotional distress, but I have not yet been able to give him a full psychiatric evaluation. Session One. So, young man, your name is Hartley Rathaway?
Pied Piper: Yes, sir.
Hugo Strange: Any connection to Osgood and Rachel Rathaway, the billionaire publishing magnates?
Pied Piper: They’re my parents, sir.
Hugo Strange: (Surprised) You mean to tell me that you’re that Hartley Rathaway? The boy who was set to inherit a fortune as large as the GDP of some small countries?
Pied Piper: I’m the only Hartley Rathaway! Ever! Nobody but my parents would stick a child with a name like that!
Hugo Strange: So if that is who you are, young man, why in the world would you have ever decided to put on a costume, call yourself the Pied Piper, and embark on a life of crime using weaponized musical instruments?
Pied Piper: Because someone had to even the score.
Hugo Strange: What do you mean, even the score? You had life handed to you on a silver platter. You grew up in a palatial mansion, with servants to tend to your every need. You had the best education money could buy, you traveled all around the world, and you were set to inherit one of the largest fortunes in the country. What injustice could a pampered prince like you possibly have faced?
Pied Piper: None, sir. I’m not evening the score for myself. I’m evening it for the poor, the downtrodden, the people who through no fault of their own are denied the opportunity to even know that they’ll have a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. My parents and people like them live in scandalous luxury that they didn’t even earn, and they have the nerve to say that the poor are lazy and selfish! It’s unjust and unfair, and yet everyone turns a blind eye! I…I had to do something!
Hugo Strange: (A bit taken aback) I must admit, young man, I was not expecting to hear a manifesto from someone of your background. (Pause) I take it that you don’t simply steal for kicks in the way that your file seems to suggest?
Pied Piper: Not often. Usually, I take the money from people who won’t even notice it’s gone and give it to people who really need it.
Hugo Strange: So you think of yourself as some sort of Robin Hood, then? Stealing from the rich to give to the poor?
Pied Piper: I wouldn’t have thought to put in those specific terms, but…I suppose I do, yes.
Hugo Strange: Why not just give away your own money, Mr. Rathaway? Certainly you have access to more than enough of it.
Pied Piper: (Laughs quietly) I tried that once. When my parents found out, it became part of the argument that got me disowned, disinherited, and thrown off of their estate without a dollar to my name.
Hugo Strange: Your parents disowned you?
Pied Piper: Yes. They even paid the FBI to give me the identity of Henry Darrow just so I could never be traced back to them. If the Flash and that brilliant young reporter hadn’t stumbled onto the connection between me and my parents somehow, Hartley Rathaway probably would have been effectively erased from existence.
Hugo Strange: That does at least explain why your file gives you two entirely separate names and histories. I admit that that had been puzzling me, Mr. Rathaway.
Pied Piper: Well, now you know. (Pause) How did I end up in Arkham Asylum, Doctor? Even if someone had become convinced that I was mentally ill, Breedmore Psychiatric Hospital would seem to be much more conveniently located.
Hugo Strange: It would be. In fact, there are any number of prisons and psychiatric facilities that would be more conveniently located to the area of the Twin Cities than Arkham Asylum…but through a series of judicial and political decisions to which I was not privy, somehow all of you “Rogues” were placed under my watch. (Pause) So, Mr. Rathaway, you went from being one of the wealthiest and most privileged people in the country to being homeless and penniless. I imagine that that was not an easy transition for you.
Pied Piper: No, it wasn’t. Although the panic didn’t kick in right away. It wasn’t until I used my sonic technology to steal forty thousand dollars from my parents’ company, and then gave the money away to people in need, that my anger subsided and it really hit me that I was impoverished. All I had left was my hypnotic flute and the silly costume I had made out of my mother’s nice shower curtains in order to disguise myself while I was stealing money from her company, and I was panicking. Which in hindsight is probably why I made the stupid decision to hypnotize a group of random crooks into becoming a sort of gang, told them that my name was the Pied Piper, and tried to become their leader. One of them probably would have ended up shooting me within a couple of days, but because my sonic abilities were quite unusual, the Flash showed up to arrest us before I got myself killed. They went to prison, but for some reason that was never adequately explained, I was released from the police station without even being booked.
Hugo Strange: How could that have happened, Mr. Rathaway?
Pied Piper: My parents’ money, of course. They hadn’t had the time to create a false identity for me yet, so I suspect that they simply bribed the police station into letting me go so that no one would know that the former heir to the Rathaway empire was now a common crook.
Hugo Strange: And what happened after that?
Pied Piper: I almost starved to death.
Hugo Strange: And what saved you?
Pied Piper: Well, I had sat down on a park bench and was sort of waiting to die when I suddenly came face-to-face with a pair of blue pixie shoes that were floating four feet off the ground. The pixie shoes were attached to a blonde kid in a garish leotard. He asked me if I was the kid with the magic flute, and when I said yes, he told me that he was the Trickster and invited me to stay with him in his apartment for a couple days. I agreed when he told me that he also had food. During the month I stayed with him, he gave me a crash course on how to survive on the streets…although most of the other Rogues insist that I must not have learned very much from it.
Hugo Strange: Why is that, Mr. Rathaway?
Pied Piper: Because I still give away basically all the money that I steal. Most of it goes to the poor, and the rest of it goes to my parents, to pay them back for the money they spent on trying to mold me into someone I could never be. That way, they can stop complaining about all the money they wasted on me. (Pause) Captain Cold insists that if I had any sense, I would keep some of the money for myself, but why would I do that? I spent my early life in unimaginable luxury. It’s only fair that I go without to help the poor now.
Hugo Strange: So you’re martyring yourself for the sins of your parents?
Pied Piper: I’m not martyring myself. I’m just doing what needs to be done.
Hugo Strange: Sacrificing your own financial well-being for the sake of others is not healthy, Mr. Rathaway. With a philosophy like yours, I’m surprised that you’re even still alive. (Pause) Incidentally, how have you managed to survive multiple stints in prison? A skinny, sheltered ex-aristocrat like you would seem to be an obvious target.
Pied Piper: Which is why I don’t call attention to myself whilst incarcerated. You’d be surprised how effective keeping your head down and your mouth shut can be. (Pause) Well, that, and Captain Cold has made it pretty clear that if anyone messes with me, they’re also messing with him. And almost no one is willing to get on Captain Cold’s bad side.
Hugo Strange: So your status as one of the Rogues protects you?
Pied Piper: Yes, sir. (Pause) But if I really had to, I think I could survive without them. I may be a sheltered ex-aristocrat, but I’m also a master hypnotist. I didn’t take up the name Pied Piper for nothing, Dr. Strange.
Hugo Strange: Yes, your file does go into great detail about the effectiveness of your hypnotic instruments. When you first arrived on the scene, there were even some people who thought that you might be the Pied Piper of the folktales, due not only to your powers but also the fact you seemed to appear and disappear almost at will, without ever really getting caught (Pause) Of course, from what you’ve told me, I can guess that the explanation for your remarkably infrequent imprisonments was due to your parents’ wealth, rather than to any magical powers.
Pied Piper: Those rumors were actually quite helpful. When people thought I might be magical, they put considerably less effort into tracking me, and that gave me a lot more freedom to do things like volunteering at homeless shelters and food pantries.
Hugo Strange: But you are not magical, Mr. Rathaway. You are only a man.
Pied Piper: I know that, Dr. Strange. If I had magical powers, I’d be a lot farther along in my goal of helping uplift the downtrodden than I am.
Hugo Strange: Mr. Rathaway, that was not what I was trying to tell you. Wanting to help others is an admirable goal, but the methods which you are taking to pursue it are decidedly unhealthy. You are a human being with human needs, and you are discounting them all in your desperation to prove that you are worth loving. While I believe that you honestly want to help others, I also believe that there is a part of you that is still trying to earn the love which it sounds like you were denied as a child. You’re hoping that if you sacrifice enough, you will finally be accepted as worthy…but you are giving too much.
Pied Piper: Too much?
Hugo Strange: Yes, Mr. Rathaway. Too much. (Pause) Think of it this way. If you starve to death because you have no money to pay for food, you will no longer be around to feed anyone else…and by giving away all of the money you bring in, illicitly or otherwise, that is effectively what you are risking. And it’s certainly what you’re doing to yourself on an emotional level.
Pied Piper: (Quietly) It’s what I was taught to do, Dr. Strange. What I wanted wasn’t important. What I needed wasn’t even important. The only thing that was important was upholding the family name. My parents have always made it quite clear that their love for me was conditional on whether I would sacrifice what I was to be their idea of the perfect heir, and I tried. For eighteen years, I tried, but it was never enough. Not after I’d been born deaf.
Hugo Strange: Yes, your files mention that. Your files also mention that your deafness was cured thanks to a pair of highly advanced hearing aids, which were created by Dr. William Magnus. The operation cost millions of dollars, and it granted you far more than the normal range of hearing.
Pied Piper: 14 hertz to 55,000 hertz. I hear more sounds than a dog. (Pause) And all the nasty things that people whisper behind my back when they think I can’t hear.
Hugo Strange: Are you glad that you were given these hearing aids, Mr. Rathaway?
Pied Piper: Very much so. Without them, I’d never have known what music sounded like. (Pause) But to be honest? If I had to choose between being deaf and knowing that my parents loved me, and being able to hear and knowing that it was entirely because my parents didn’t want the social embarrassment of having a disabled son, I’d choose the world of silence. And I hate silence.
Hugo Strange: Mr. Rathaway, you have spent your entire life sacrificing your own needs, either for the needs of others or for your parent’s desire for a so-called ‘perfect’ heir. That is why the request I am going to make of you will be so difficult. (Pause) Between now and our next session, I want you to write down something that you really want to do. Not something you think you should want to do; something that you actually want to do.
Pied Piper: But-
Hugo Strange: Mr. Rathaway, you will never be able to achieve healing until you recognize that your wants and needs are just as valid as anyone else’s. You will not be able to care for others in a healthy way until you learn to care for yourself.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
I actually had to do this once. She lived.
if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.
Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!
reblog.
help.
do not scroll down.
I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE SCROLLS PAST THIS WITHOUT REBLOGGING I WILL LITTERALLY FIND THEM AND GIVE THEM A LECTURE
may I just update this?
see the little thing that says help?
Don’t ever scroll past this post. FUCKING NEVER SCROLL PAST!!!
🌸🌸🌸
Anyone know where it is on mobile ???
You report the user, choose “something else”, scroll down and choose “suicide or self harm”
DO NOT SCROLL DOWN
REBLOG TO LITERALLY SAVE A LIVE
PLEASE REBLOG
Please don’t scroll past this post, you could save someone’s life.
put a 17 year old ‘adults dni’ person and an 18 year old ‘minors dni’ person in a locked room together i would love to see what happens
they wouldnt interact with each other
they’re in the same high school class
Maybe I’m an idiot but this is clearly not what “DNI” is used for and I don’t think we should tease people for wanting to set necessary boundaries online??? Idk am I misunderstanding????
bc dni is not going to work. people put things like ‘blorbo fans dni’ or ‘no one reblog this with blorbo from not my shows’ in the most random fucking places like this isn’t the internet and anyone can do whatever the fuck they want on it. setting boundaries are fine, but that doesn’t mean they’re not legitimately ridiculous or that they’re going to be respected.
you think a pedophile goes stalking around on profiles only to see ‘pedophiles dni :(‘ and run like a vampire in the sun?
circle of control, people. we all got the handout in kindergarten.
in this case, its two people using their childish views of the world to make themselves feel more important, using the guise of being uncomfortable. therefore negatively affecting the dni credibility in total.
Or, maybe consider, that adults may post content that minors should not see. And minors may be uncomfortable interacting with adults due to trauma or anxiety.
I have minors DNI in my bio because I post kinky shit. It’s not me trying to be childish or feeling self-important. It’s me trying to protect minors from seeing the adult content that I post/reblog.
As for the opposite - a minor putting adults DNI - no it probably won’t be enough to ward off paedophiles. Obviously. But that’s not always the crux of it. Obviously, nobody wants to interact with paedophiles anyway, but the “adults DNI” often goes deeper than that. It can be related to trauma that, that child has gone through and now, adults scare them. Or they just have plain old anxiety around adults without much of a reasoning, which is still understandable because the world’s a scary place. So it’s telling decent adults that they still don’t want them interacting with their posts because it frightens and/or distresses them.
You’re reducing age-related DNIs to something silly, when actually they can be quite important and helpful for many people. They help adults to protect kids, and help kids to protect themselves.
“ therefore negatively affecting the dni credibility in total. “ “in this case” + all these can be solved by simply putting minor or your age in ur bio and trigger warnings
dni’s were just made for people who wanted to be petty about certain blorbos and shows, and while it is genuinely heartwarming that you’re taking that and trying to made it helpful, its still not going to work, especially with how this site works. shit pops up all the time randomly on your dash, dni in bio or not. trigger warnings exist for a reason.
this is the same thing with the censorship thing. while some people genuinely are trying to help kids and even other adults, it ultimately is not going to work because it was never originally for the children and was not designed to work that way. ( this can be applied to a lot of other things that are WAY more important. hotlines, therapy, most governments, etc. )
tl;dr just use trigger warnings. because they were MADE and are USED to help people.
i was raised in that time period of a few years where we were JUST starting to learn how dangerous the internet could be, and how much bad shit was on there. i know intimately which ones will or will not work, and the only ones that will are trigger warnings.
censorship will turn it into a mess of kingergarden content where no one is happy, because its just to silence. dni will be ignored because its used to the point of being minimized, like how it went with the whole anti-bullying movement and cigarettes. trigger warnings are genuinely helpful and will work because they let the people who want to be warned whats going on and giving them the choice to still view it, which is always nice.
Advertising your trauma triggers like that is generally a bad idea. It’s dangerous because it tells the people out to harm you the most effective way to do so.
But serious “DNIs” don’t work (not that silly ones do), because no one take the time to vet the OP or anyone else in the responses of every single post, before reblogging or commenting on it. I mean I sure don’t, and anyone who says they do is lying.
I mean you can put those in if you want, there’s nothing wrong with it, and I’m not criticising it if you do. But honestly expecting everyone to respect them or even be aware they’re there is an unreasonable expectation, with the way Tumblr works. The simple act of reblogging is an interaction.
You just simply have very little control over who interacts with you, on Tumblr. The only thing you can control is who follows you, who you follow, who you block, and what tags you blacklist.
To me, the most effective thing is to basically list the types of people you will block if they follow you. That’s really the only control you have over who interacts with you, and how they interact with you.
None of this is to say I don’t respect DNIs, or that other’s shouldn’t (if someone has “me” as their DNI, that’s not someone I would particularly want to interact with, anyway), just that given the way Tumblr works, any expectation that DNIs will be taken seriously is unrealistic.
why are people even questioning obesity in america
why is your tea liquidised?
….. Where exactly do you live that the tea isn’t liquid?!?
ENGLAND. WHERE IT IS IN A BAG AND YOU MAKE IT YOURSELF.
like what do you do with already liquid tea? Microwave it?
No it’s sweet tea you drink it cold
WHO DRINKS COLD TEA???
HAVE YOU NEVER HAD ICED/SWEET TEA BEFORE?!?
so i reblogged this from a british person and i’ve been laughing at their tags for 600 years
England, you stole tea from China. You’ve had it a mere 4 centuries compared to their 30+. Don’t play like you’re some kind of authority.
[skeletons ooh-ing]
Shots fired. World War Tea has officially begun.
#INTO THE HARBOR
Englad doesn’t own anything
except that time we owned most of the world
If I stop reblogging this, I’ve gone to the other side.
I have only seen this legendary post in screenshots, so today is a blessed day.
HAH
BOSTON TEA PARTY PART 2
HOLY HELL I FOUND IT
And this is why I love Tumblr
Drinking cold tea is like drinking cold hot chocolate. Sure, you *can* do it, but you *really shouldn’t*
Behold concerned Brit. Chocolate Milk
I only see this on pinterest omg….
OMFG
@riverwriter
BEHOLD THE GREATEST TUMBLR POST
“world war tea” is the best play on words i’ve heard in weeks
this post is a wild ride from start to finish
I haven’t seen this since chocolate milk was added. Is that really just an American thing? You’re missing out guys!
😂😂😂
Cold tea
Cold hot chocolate aka chocolate milk
Cold coffee
I mean, do yall even know about cold water or is that an American thing too???
YOU GUYS DRINK COFFEE COLD AS WELL???
Does the rest of the world not use ice cubes? Do y'all not have freezers? What is going on?
Just thought I’d put my 2 cents in this post, it’s iced tea and not sweet tea. Idk what Americans r smoking 💀
I’m relatively new to Tumblr but it seems like sort of a big deal that I found this post so I’m gonna reblog
Imagine not liking iced tea- actually im gonna go drink some now
I don’t even know what to say…
i drink iced tea every day >:)
Iced tea is brilliant but hot tea is nice too
@dazzling-rubabe
Behold concerned Brit
World War Tea Situation
This post is a relic
Me seeing this for the 14th time in my 5 years on tumblr and seeing more notes and comments but still reblogging it since it’s literally a World Heritage Post
You guys didn’t know cold chocolate existed? I grew up with this shit…
You guys didn’t know
cold chocolate existed? I
grew up with this shit…
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
*Sipping chai*
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Mfw I’m scrolling with this on my desk in front of me
Don’t worry, it’s a southern US thing. In the north if you ask for iced tea they look at you like you have two heads. Or they’ve heard about it before and laugh at you lmao
Also, I’d buy the OP meal to feed me and my two large male friends, not to eat BY MYSELF. That’s bullshit XD
they did very much immediatly make a crypto after that one tho
The QR code takes you to an Instagram video of the fart gun from dispicable me
So the minions are still on our side actually
That feeling when you can’t keep everything straight in too many AUs and you screw up by being unable to handle all of them all and remember which one does what. :P
This is the only good tiktok
[video description:
a person sitting at a table is talking into the camera.
"i have nothing to hide... which is a shame, because i love hiding stuff! i love making or buying secret hiding spaces."
they pick up a leather wrapped book.
"so like, i love hollowing out books. and you now, people- you could say, well probably you would hide drugs in there. well, i don't do drugs"
they open the book to reveal a green pill bottle hidden in a cut out space in the pages
"but i do take flonase for my seasonal allergies, so i put those in this one, because it kinda feels like taking drugs. but my whole apartment is filled with stuff like this."
the camera cuts to the view of a permanent maker on a table.
"like this perfectly normal permanent marker."
they take off the cap of the marker, and put it back on.
"well, it's actually hollow and on the inside is..."
they take off the back of the marker to reveal a small pink marker inside.
"a smaller permanent marker!"
the camera cuts to a bookshelf. they remove a book from the shelf.
"now this obviously is a copy of inside baseball, which is a perfect place, i figured out to hide-"
they open the book to reveal a miniature baseball in a cut out space in the pages.
"-my tiny baseball"
the camera cuts to a storage shelf. they retrieve a giant bolt from the shelf.
"this is a normal looking giant bolt that i just keep in my closet."
the camera cuts to a close-up of the bolt. they are screwing off a part of the bolt.
"you can screw off the bottom, and you can fit a tiny vial in there, which is perfect for..."
they tip the bolt over and a small vial containing white pills falls out.
"-that's my claritin. that's my other allergy medicine."
the camera cuts to a framed print of the great wave painting.
"there is nothing cooler than a wall save behind framed art. and i'm not allowed to poke holes into my wall, because it's a rental."
they move the painting to the side to reveal a wall safe behind it.
"but this is a picture of a wall safe! which is almost as good."
they fiddle with the wall safe, demonstrating that it is just a cut out picture pasted to the wall.
"since i wouldn't have anything to put in the wall safe anyway!"
the camera cuts to a fridge, just as the door is being opened.
"in the fridge i've got a totally normal looking doctor pepper."
they retrieve a can of doctor pepper from the fridge. the camera cuts to a close-up of the can.
"but of course the top screws off, and inside that is my benadryl! or bennies."
they screw open the top of the can and shake some pink pills from the can into the palm of their hand.
"these are for my night time allergies!"
the camera cuts to the boot of a car that is being opened.
"back of my car"
the camera cuts to a bin in the boot of the car. they remove a can of tire foam from the bin.
"looks like tire foam."
they unscrew the bottom of the can and pull out a yellow pill bottle.
"this is where i store my dramamine! which is kinda like i'm allergic to motion too!"
the camera cuts to four copies of shakespeare plays next to each other on a bookshelf.
"and this looks like it's just four shakespeare b-sides together, but if you pull out the bottom-"
they remove all four books at once and turn them over to reveal a hole that is cut through all four books, containing a can, which they pull out.
"there is actually a can of peaches"
they flip over the can to reveal a handle at the bottom
"but the can of peaches is fake, and inside is a rock!"
they open the fake bottom and retrieve a rock from the can.
"but that rock is fake"
they turn the rock over and slide off a cover to reveal a key.
"it's a hide-a-key! and that key-"
they remove a dictionary from the bookshelf.
"is perfect for opening the dictionary!"
they open the dictionary to reveal a keyhole.
"which is secretly a metal safe. and inside that i put-"
they unlock and open the safe to reveal several filled ziplock bags, removing one after another.
"the doctor pepper! and the tire foam! and the pages from the shakespeare books! and the peaches!"
they hold up the ziplock bag of peach slices to the camera.
"which i am allergic to."
end video description.]
Tread here.
The best part is OP got fired because their boss asked why they weren’t “incorporating blockchain technology” into the video switcher they were building and OP straight up said “you have no idea what you’re talking about” and went to lunch
Oh my gosh that is hilarious but also quite sad why he got fired!
oh god... gravity falls turns 10 this year... oh god...
hes waiting by the microwave
How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer
Reblog to literally save a life
whish they told us this in school, all they did was say “feel for lumps, you will know when you feel it”
This is important, even if it doesn’t work with your blog theme REBLOG IT!!!!
Women need to know this, not all of us have ever been told what we need to look out for!
yeah reblogging especially for my transmasc fellows who (like me) might be real uncomfortable with their chests and not know what to watch out for because we try to avoid this kind of thing (just me? okay)
I read all the health pamphlets as a child.
“Look for lumps,” they said, “watch out for unusual lumps and discharge.”
They did NOT say, “By the way, some areolas have little bumps on them. And some get pimple-ish things around the edges. Or on the nipples. These are not the lumps we are talking about, and that is not the discharge we are talking about.”
I spent years worrying about whether I had breast cancer. (I got exams, every year or two, and those were always fine and I stopped worrying. Mostly. But then a new tiny bump would show up on the edges and I would wonder IS THIS IT? …but not ask to see a doctor because 14-year-old girls worry about everything, all the time, and six months ago the doctor poked at my breasts and didn’t say anything alarming, so this is… probably fine? Like last time?)
I had a slightly more present and caring doctor tell me what I need to be looking for specifically are lumps that feel like peas or grains of rice.
That distinction cleared so much up for me, like, breast tissue is all lumps and bumps normally (which is what mamories feel like to me). What the hell do they mean by lumps????
Now I know.
i just think more 30-40 year old men should be more whorish. act your age for once.
unbutton your shirt and show off some cleavage and wear some sexy underwear and maybe then youll feel better.
everything alright over there champ?
i want to go on a date in an abandoned mineshaft and run for my life when the creatures from inner earth start coming after us